RP: Getting Perspective
Date: December 26th, 2011
Characters: Noah Swanson, Taylor Jensen (NPC)
Location: Noah's apartment
Status: Private
Summary: Taylor gives Noah some perspective
Completion: Complete
There were moments in a person's life that they wished weren't happening, and right now Noah kind of wished this wasn't happening. He wondered if having Taylor here for the holidays had really been worth the speech he was getting now about settling in and accepting that he moved to Fort Worth, so he should stop pining for New York.
"Tay..." Noah trailed off, running a hand through his hair, all the while knowing his quietly spoken plea for her to stop would go unnoticed. Years of friendship had taught him that until she was done giving her opinion, there would be no shutting her up.
Taylor turned on her heel and looked at him, big blue eyes catching his. There was a time when that look would have shut him up, time though had taught him that the statuesque blonde was all bark and absolutely no bite. "Don't 'Tay' me, Noah." She snapped. "You need to hear this." Taylor's tone wasn't harsh, and Noah knew she was doing this for his own good. "You've spent the last nearly five months pining for New York. I get it, I mean we're both born and bred in the freaking city and this place is wide open and completely unlike it. But you chose to come here, chose to meet your Dad, a man whom you've always wanted to know. So you have to stop focusing on what you miss, and focus on what you could find down here." She had a point, Noah knew she did.
The thing was, focusing on what he had down here was hard. Finding how he fit in was hard, in New York he had a niche and his family and friends knew who he was, entirely who he was. Down here he was still hiding a part of himself, and he couldn't pinpoint why, but he half thought it was out of fear of what Graham would think of him if he learned his only kid was gay. Noah never understood before the desire to make your father proud, but the more time he spent with Graham, the more it started to make sense. He wanted to make Graham proud, wanted to see that approving look in the older man's eyes, a look he'd never seen before.
"Noah?" Taylor sank down on the couch next to him, pulling him out of his thoughts. "We miss you up in New York. I mean God knows I'm about ready to kill my new roommates. But I can't continue to get texts from you lamenting how much you miss home, this is the place you've chosen to be." She paused for only a moment. "And when my ass manages to finish school, you better expect me to move my ass down here."
"Oh god." Noah groaned and pulled a face. "Am I never going to be rid of you?" He teased, ignoring the rest of what she'd said in favor of focusing on what was easy to deal with. "Some might call that co-dependant, Tay." Although some might also call the amount of time he spent calling and texting her co-dependant as well.
Taylor chuckled and smacked him on the arm. "Think we're mostly safe from being too co-depedant." She remarked. "After all we don't sleep together, although if you continue to call and text me so much you're going to kill both my love life and yours."
Noah pulled a face at the mention of his love life, or lack thereof. Wasn't like he'd done much dating since moving down here, partly because doing that would also require being entirely honest about himself, because a part of him just wouldn't feel right about dating while he was hiding that part of himself from the people he considered important down here. "What love life?" He muttered, running a hand over his face as he sighed.
"Don't tell me you're still warding off having a love life." Taylor's expression wasn't harsh, though her blue eyes held a seriousness to them.
"Not warding it off." More like avoiding it entirely. "I just can't bring myself to date without telling Graham, and hell, even Shosh about the fact that I'm gay." He winced at the look Taylor gave him then.
"Noah Ephraim Swanson! Are you telling me that you still haven't done that?" Her tone definitely had a reprimanding tone to it.
Noah closed his eyes and sighed. "Taylor, I didn't even tell you I was gay, you figured it out on your own." He pointed out. "And my Mom pretty much did the same, I mean I told her, but I think she already knew." And everyone else in his life just kind of pieced things together on their own. "Graham's going to be the first person I actually have to tell." And yeah, he was being kind of a wuss about this. The idea though that Graham might want to cut him out of his life hurt too much for Noah to think about telling him about this.
"God, the Noah Swanson I know isn't afraid of shit like this." Taylor remarked. "You got over being ashamed of who you are a long time ago. Don't let finding your Dad change that." She continued, sliding an arm around his waist and giving him a squeeze. "I like the person you are. and if Graham can't realize that you're a good guy, and good son. Well, he'll be an ass and not worth your time."
Easier said then done, Noah thought. "Fine, Tay, I promise my New Year's resolution will be to tell Graham I'm gay." He hooked an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "And If I don't, you have full permission to bitch me out." And he'd let her, which was the scary part.
Characters: Noah Swanson, Taylor Jensen (NPC)
Location: Noah's apartment
Status: Private
Summary: Taylor gives Noah some perspective
Completion: Complete
There were moments in a person's life that they wished weren't happening, and right now Noah kind of wished this wasn't happening. He wondered if having Taylor here for the holidays had really been worth the speech he was getting now about settling in and accepting that he moved to Fort Worth, so he should stop pining for New York.
"Tay..." Noah trailed off, running a hand through his hair, all the while knowing his quietly spoken plea for her to stop would go unnoticed. Years of friendship had taught him that until she was done giving her opinion, there would be no shutting her up.
Taylor turned on her heel and looked at him, big blue eyes catching his. There was a time when that look would have shut him up, time though had taught him that the statuesque blonde was all bark and absolutely no bite. "Don't 'Tay' me, Noah." She snapped. "You need to hear this." Taylor's tone wasn't harsh, and Noah knew she was doing this for his own good. "You've spent the last nearly five months pining for New York. I get it, I mean we're both born and bred in the freaking city and this place is wide open and completely unlike it. But you chose to come here, chose to meet your Dad, a man whom you've always wanted to know. So you have to stop focusing on what you miss, and focus on what you could find down here." She had a point, Noah knew she did.
The thing was, focusing on what he had down here was hard. Finding how he fit in was hard, in New York he had a niche and his family and friends knew who he was, entirely who he was. Down here he was still hiding a part of himself, and he couldn't pinpoint why, but he half thought it was out of fear of what Graham would think of him if he learned his only kid was gay. Noah never understood before the desire to make your father proud, but the more time he spent with Graham, the more it started to make sense. He wanted to make Graham proud, wanted to see that approving look in the older man's eyes, a look he'd never seen before.
"Noah?" Taylor sank down on the couch next to him, pulling him out of his thoughts. "We miss you up in New York. I mean God knows I'm about ready to kill my new roommates. But I can't continue to get texts from you lamenting how much you miss home, this is the place you've chosen to be." She paused for only a moment. "And when my ass manages to finish school, you better expect me to move my ass down here."
"Oh god." Noah groaned and pulled a face. "Am I never going to be rid of you?" He teased, ignoring the rest of what she'd said in favor of focusing on what was easy to deal with. "Some might call that co-dependant, Tay." Although some might also call the amount of time he spent calling and texting her co-dependant as well.
Taylor chuckled and smacked him on the arm. "Think we're mostly safe from being too co-depedant." She remarked. "After all we don't sleep together, although if you continue to call and text me so much you're going to kill both my love life and yours."
Noah pulled a face at the mention of his love life, or lack thereof. Wasn't like he'd done much dating since moving down here, partly because doing that would also require being entirely honest about himself, because a part of him just wouldn't feel right about dating while he was hiding that part of himself from the people he considered important down here. "What love life?" He muttered, running a hand over his face as he sighed.
"Don't tell me you're still warding off having a love life." Taylor's expression wasn't harsh, though her blue eyes held a seriousness to them.
"Not warding it off." More like avoiding it entirely. "I just can't bring myself to date without telling Graham, and hell, even Shosh about the fact that I'm gay." He winced at the look Taylor gave him then.
"Noah Ephraim Swanson! Are you telling me that you still haven't done that?" Her tone definitely had a reprimanding tone to it.
Noah closed his eyes and sighed. "Taylor, I didn't even tell you I was gay, you figured it out on your own." He pointed out. "And my Mom pretty much did the same, I mean I told her, but I think she already knew." And everyone else in his life just kind of pieced things together on their own. "Graham's going to be the first person I actually have to tell." And yeah, he was being kind of a wuss about this. The idea though that Graham might want to cut him out of his life hurt too much for Noah to think about telling him about this.
"God, the Noah Swanson I know isn't afraid of shit like this." Taylor remarked. "You got over being ashamed of who you are a long time ago. Don't let finding your Dad change that." She continued, sliding an arm around his waist and giving him a squeeze. "I like the person you are. and if Graham can't realize that you're a good guy, and good son. Well, he'll be an ass and not worth your time."
Easier said then done, Noah thought. "Fine, Tay, I promise my New Year's resolution will be to tell Graham I'm gay." He hooked an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "And If I don't, you have full permission to bitch me out." And he'd let her, which was the scary part.