[ teenage dream 001 ] they could not believe that such a body was for real

[triedinception]

At sixteen, Eames wasn't supposed to be doing this. Partying, yes, that was kind of expected. But he was more than a bit shocked and angry at his mother having uprooted him and his younger brother from England and taking them to the US of A, settling them down in fuck - nowhere to finish off his schooling and his brother's. She wanted to get them

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur didn't go to many parties. At all. His first one had more or less made him sick and Lily, his best friend since he was ten, had managed to get them both out of there before they both got caught with the cops raiding it (not just a stereotype of the movies, apparently

[triedinception]

Eames was struck, in his tipsy state, by the rest of the person attached to that hair. Thin, about the same age (16 and 15 were no different to him or really, any of the kids here, except when you wanted to pull rank), pretty brown eyes and a flush.

But he gave the other teen a wide smile, not caring that it showed off his crooked teeth.

"Couldn't help noticing you there," he said, leaning back (more like melting) against the door frame he was against, putting his loose (and starting to hang low) jeans and light blue shirt (proclaiming a love for rugby) on display better. "Not to sound creepy or anything - I only know like, one or two people here."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur felt himself smile at the sight of those crooked teeth, and that accent only helped increase that grin, as he moved to lean on the opposite frame of the door. With his shoulder against the frame, putting his weight against that, his hips were jutting nicely against his cargo pants (also starting to hang low and Arthur was so buzzed by now he didn't bother to pull them up).

"I bet many couldn't help noticing that accent of yours. What are you doing on this side of the pond?"

[triedinception]

Now they were essentially blocking the doorway - which was fine, because it led to the upstairs hallway, where the hosts' bedroom and likely her parents were as well. They weren't sacrosanct, but no one had gone up there aside from using the bathroom once or twice.

Eames felt his gaze drawn to the cant of those hips, but he only glanced, licking his lips as he looked at the other boy's face.

"Oh, they were all demanding I say 'something, anything' earlier. I gave them a sonnet or two," he winked, and then raised his water bottle to take a drink. "Moved, of course."