New York had just decided to stay in on this Valentine's Day. He didn't feel like going out; he wasn't in the mood to see all the couples celebrating when he knew he was going to be alone today. While he tried to think on the positive, telling himself that now he could just focus on getting some work done, he made it visibly aware that he was...well...lonely. He figured he would try and call Texas later, to see how he was doing, but he assumed that the other would be working also, regardless that it was Sunday.
He was sitting in his living room, on one of the couches, with his laptop and a few papers as his only accompaniments. Dressed comfortably in a t-shirt and sweats, his outfit didn't scream the same luxury he often displayed. Which was a reason why he hesitated at first to answer the door when he heard the bell ring. But, he figured that he should; if whoever it was had come all the way up here, they obviously had something important...it was probably business.
With a small sigh, he got up from his seat, stretching a bit before heading to the door. He unlocked it, and then swung it open.
Yea-
Anything he was going to say flew away from his mind as the first thing that caught his eyes were those roses.
*The deliveryman couldn't see New York, but he could see the door open. His voice was a little strained- he had been carrying that bouquet for a while -when he spoke. He tried to peek around the flowers to see him.*
Mister Michael Campbell, right? Where would you like these?
He looked back into his house, debating for a moment. He did open the door more and stepped to he side, to allow the deliveryman to come inside to place the bouquet somewhere.
*With a nod, the deliveryman carefully carried the bouquet inside. He nearly walked sideways to be able to see where he was going. He set the flowers down on the first bit of free able space he came to.*
There you go.
*He immediately turned to leave, just pausing at the door again long to say something.*
Quickly, he went and grabbed his wallet, pulling out more than enough bills to tip the deliveryman. He held out the money to the other, with a much happier expression on his face then he had before.
New York just waved, and once the door was shut, he wasted no time in getting back to the living room - back to that bouquet. With a certain level of care, he picked up the vase and replaced it on a better situated smaller table somewhat in front of the couch. He didn't then return back to the couch - no, he was far too entranced just by the roses. Instead, he sat down in front of the table, just admiring the bouquet for a moment. While he had gotten flowers before, none were nearly as lovely, as detailed, as thoughtful...
Finally, New York took the card off the ribbon, and opened the envelope. If he hadn't already been smiling so much, that message alone would have lit up his face. Although he was still very aware he wouldn't spend today with his lover, it didn't really...seem like that anymore. Even though Texas wasn't here physically, New York suddenly didn't feel as lonely as he had been before. The bouquet reminded the Northerner that the other was still thinking about him even though they were hundreds of miles away.
His attention went from the card, to the roses, back to the card, back to the roses...and that's where they settled. He leaned back against the couch, not even bothering to think about his work anymore. Definitely...he definitely needed to call Texas later. Or maybe in a few minutes; just to leave a message, even if the other wouldn't answer...
For now though, he would just keep smiling at those roses, thinking about nothing or no one other than the person who sent them.
*Down both elevators the deliveryman went, happy with both his relieved burden and his tip. He didn't linger when he reached the lobby again. Or didn't mean to, but Texas had been waiting near the elevator for him, dressed in a new, hopefully more fashionable suit (Hell, he hoped it was, after spending all that time and money in some snooty store in Times Square, but he did have to admit he did feel kind of...dapper.*
He was there?
*The deliveryman nodded.*
Good. Thanks. Here- Now get on, I know ya got more work to do.
*If the deliveryman was unhappy at being told to get back to work, he didn't show it. If he even heard it, he didn't show it- He was a bit too distracted by Texas all but shoving a few large bills into his hand. He offered his thanks and left the building.*
*Once he was gone, Texas sighed. He did feel a bit silly not taking the roses up himself but... The elevators made him nervous, knowing how high up they would take him. With New York, he would have been fine but alone...*
*He was sure New york would call him in fairly short order about the roses. He would just ask the other to come down and-*
...Well if that don't make me sound like a cowardly lil' bitch...
*Texas snorted, gathering up his usual pride and confidence as much as he could, and actually managing to partly succeed, stepped forward and pressed the button to open the elevator doors. He stepped inside of it and hit the button to go up to the top of that one immediately, not wanting to give himself time to re-think it.*
Completely unaware that the one person he wanted to see more than anyone else was currently in one of the elevators up to his penthouse, New York spent a few second fiddling with his phone. Should he call, or should he wait? Waiting was probably the best way he could ensure that he would actually speak with Texas, but...waiting was never an appealing option to him, and now it seemed even more uninviting.
He flipped open his cell, going into his contact list and locating Texas' name. Pressing the button to call, he then held the phone to his ear, practically giddy in his excitement.
While doing this, he tried to ignore that little bit in his head that was telling him he was acting like a teenage schoolgirl who had just gotten asked out on her first date.
*Texas, in a desperate bid to force his attention from the ascending elevator, had taken to trying to straighten up his appearance. But how many times could he adjust his tie or smooth his hair or runs his fingers over his chin to check for any missed stubble, fiddle with his suit, check his shoes... He did cringe a little at the shoes. They weren't boots and they cost so much... Not that the price tag actually hurt Texas' wallet, far from it, but just that Italian leather cost so much...*
*And then, his phone rang. Even though he really should have been expecting it, he jumped a little. It was the elevator, playing on his nerves... He reached into his pocket, took out the cell phone, opened it and put it to his ear.*
Thinking that it wasn't even possibly for him to get happier, New York lit up even more at the very sound of Texas' voice. When he spoke, he was so excited that he was speaking even faster than normal, and with a slightly thicker accent.
Hank!? Hank it's me, I just got...Hank those roses were amazing and beautiful thank you so much...
Realizing how...almost juvenile he sounded, he took a breath, slowed down, and smiled, blushing when he spoke again, slower than before.
Really...that was so...thawghtful and...thank you.
*Higher... Higher... Almost to the top of the first elevator. Or so Texas kept telling himself. It was just an elevator ride, it couldn't last very long.*
Had a feelin' you'd be callin'. 'Sides... You always come first.
*He couldn't remember if the elevator made any sort of noise when it reached its destination, so he put his thumb over the phone's microphone, just in case.*
New York didn't hear the elevator beep when it got to the floor; even if he had been able to, the other's voice and the roses together were too distracting for him to notice. He was blushing furiously, a grin across his face
Well...I...I don't want to keep you, if you have things you gotta do and everything...
*Quickly, Texas stepped out of the first elevator and hit the button for the next. Luckily, it was still there, apparently from when the deliveryman had used it. He moved inside and hit the button for the top floor, without giving himself time to rethink.*
Darlin', you ain't keepin' me from a thing. I been wonderin' when you'd call me. Wanted to hear from you today an' all, ya know?
He was sitting in his living room, on one of the couches, with his laptop and a few papers as his only accompaniments. Dressed comfortably in a t-shirt and sweats, his outfit didn't scream the same luxury he often displayed. Which was a reason why he hesitated at first to answer the door when he heard the bell ring. But, he figured that he should; if whoever it was had come all the way up here, they obviously had something important...it was probably business.
With a small sigh, he got up from his seat, stretching a bit before heading to the door. He unlocked it, and then swung it open.
Yea-
Anything he was going to say flew away from his mind as the first thing that caught his eyes were those roses.
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Mister Michael Campbell, right? Where would you like these?
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He looked back into his house, debating for a moment. He did open the door more and stepped to he side, to allow the deliveryman to come inside to place the bouquet somewhere.
In the living room, please.
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There you go.
*He immediately turned to leave, just pausing at the door again long to say something.*
Enjoy them, you lucky guy.
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Quickly, he went and grabbed his wallet, pulling out more than enough bills to tip the deliveryman. He held out the money to the other, with a much happier expression on his face then he had before.
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Thank you! Have a good day!
*And before he could be saddled with any more work, he let himself out, closing the door behind him.*
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Finally, New York took the card off the ribbon, and opened the envelope. If he hadn't already been smiling so much, that message alone would have lit up his face. Although he was still very aware he wouldn't spend today with his lover, it didn't really...seem like that anymore. Even though Texas wasn't here physically, New York suddenly didn't feel as lonely as he had been before. The bouquet reminded the Northerner that the other was still thinking about him even though they were hundreds of miles away.
His attention went from the card, to the roses, back to the card, back to the roses...and that's where they settled. He leaned back against the couch, not even bothering to think about his work anymore. Definitely...he definitely needed to call Texas later. Or maybe in a few minutes; just to leave a message, even if the other wouldn't answer...
For now though, he would just keep smiling at those roses, thinking about nothing or no one other than the person who sent them.
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He was there?
*The deliveryman nodded.*
Good. Thanks. Here- Now get on, I know ya got more work to do.
*If the deliveryman was unhappy at being told to get back to work, he didn't show it. If he even heard it, he didn't show it- He was a bit too distracted by Texas all but shoving a few large bills into his hand. He offered his thanks and left the building.*
*Once he was gone, Texas sighed. He did feel a bit silly not taking the roses up himself but... The elevators made him nervous, knowing how high up they would take him. With New York, he would have been fine but alone...*
*He was sure New york would call him in fairly short order about the roses. He would just ask the other to come down and-*
...Well if that don't make me sound like a cowardly lil' bitch...
*Texas snorted, gathering up his usual pride and confidence as much as he could, and actually managing to partly succeed, stepped forward and pressed the button to open the elevator doors. He stepped inside of it and hit the button to go up to the top of that one immediately, not wanting to give himself time to re-think it.*
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He flipped open his cell, going into his contact list and locating Texas' name. Pressing the button to call, he then held the phone to his ear, practically giddy in his excitement.
While doing this, he tried to ignore that little bit in his head that was telling him he was acting like a teenage schoolgirl who had just gotten asked out on her first date.
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*And then, his phone rang. Even though he really should have been expecting it, he jumped a little. It was the elevator, playing on his nerves... He reached into his pocket, took out the cell phone, opened it and put it to his ear.*
Howdy, Hank Crawford speakin'.
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Hank!? Hank it's me, I just got...Hank those roses were amazing and beautiful thank you so much...
Realizing how...almost juvenile he sounded, he took a breath, slowed down, and smiled, blushing when he spoke again, slower than before.
Really...that was so...thawghtful and...thank you.
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*He smiled, even though he was alone, and chuckled. He glanced up, noting the floors as the elevator went upwards.*
Heh~ You're welcome, Darlin'. I thought you'd like'em...
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New York took a moment to admire the flowers he was referring to, leaning forward with his elbows propped up on the table.
I'm actually surprised I cawght you...I figured you'd be working...
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Had a feelin' you'd be callin'. 'Sides... You always come first.
*He couldn't remember if the elevator made any sort of noise when it reached its destination, so he put his thumb over the phone's microphone, just in case.*
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Well...I...I don't want to keep you, if you have things you gotta do and everything...
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Darlin', you ain't keepin' me from a thing. I been wonderin' when you'd call me. Wanted to hear from you today an' all, ya know?
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