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haroldlee

Hurtling Towards Dawn

Dec 04, 2009 01:43

As pretty as the view was, there was little to be done for the fact that New Jersey in late October was less than clement. And no amount of kind of half-huddling together on the blanket they'd brought with them to Sinatra Park was going to make it any warmer. At least, without the date becoming a first time for more than just dating, anyway ( Read more... )

oh yes, scotty is beautiful, scotty, man i'm scared, cuddles, what the hell seriously

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allmhadadh February 17 2010, 20:39:39 UTC

---god dammit, he was enjoying that kiss. Fuck. Fuck. Harold's eyes widened in an instant, and he frowned, shaking his head a little in an expression entirely fuck if I know. Breath picked up slightly, Harold stared for a moment before, likely quite inadvisably, sticking his head out the elevator door ( ... )

haroldlee February 17 2010, 20:44:22 UTC

"No," still with the manic tone, some. He dragged the hand from his hair, holding it out in front of him, palm up, fingers splayed. Where? They could find a hotel, but they'd need to ditch the car and he'd probably have to show ID or some shit to get the room and it'd be a giant mess and even if it was all a mistake Scotty had no ID no nothing he didn't even exist and they'd fucking take him and-- fuck. Just, fuck.

"Fuck."

Hide. Okay. Might be able to get hold of Kumar again, no idea what he could even do about it and fuck if Harold dreaded asking for yet another favor after all this, but it's not like he could ask his parents for a hiding place or some shit--

"Ah, fuck," Harold repeated, frozen, looking up at Scotty. "...remember how I said I'd never brought a dude home to meet my parents before ( ... )

On the Road allmhadadh February 18 2010, 05:41:01 UTC

The number of fucked up adventures Harold's car had seen in its time was edging on stupidity at this point. Wanting to be a fly on the wall? Fuck that. Anyone would want to be a fly in this fucking car ( ... )

Re: On the Road haroldlee February 18 2010, 05:43:04 UTC

Scotty fell quiet for a moment, thinking about that. Tiptoeing, he was good at. Really, he was kind of an expert. He absently fiddled with his seatbelt, looking out into the morning light at a world that was very similar and very dissimilar to the one he knew. "I'm nae gonna do anything wrong." He nodded, pulling the belt out some, feeling the tension, then letting it slide back into place. "So... no datin', an' be polite, an' stay low?"

"Just be you, I think," Harold said with a subtle half-grin, looking over. Harold had designs on this man. Of the long-term variety. If they were stuck in fucking New Jersey, he realized his parents would have to find out eventually. Oh, and that thought did scare the ever loving fuck out of him. Though he wasn't going to go telling them now, not in the middle of asking them to hide them from the fucking cops, but he didn't want Scotty hiding from them either. Staying low ( ... )