jayjustin (jayjustin) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-02-06 09:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | justin finch-fletchley |
Who: Justin Finch-Fletchley and Stan Williams (NPC)
What: Deep thoughts, discussions about shagging and the consumption of popcorn at the candy bar.
Where: Curzon's cinema in Soho. (It's an art film theatre).
When: Sunday Night.
Rating: High-ish. Shagging is discussed.
“I’m going on a picnic and I’m bringing hot pizza girl and a packet of condoms. Justin, you’re up.”
The cinema was open. But, when your main audience was out of town; as they were all participating in a heated bingo contest (that Justin had promised a few regular customers he would drop by at), there wasn’t really much else to do than eat popcorn and play stupid games. They were after all still getting paid for it.
Justin raised his head off the bar for a second, before dropping it back down. “Pass.”
“You can’t pass, mate!”
“Fine. I’ll just take Emily. And because, I know her name and you don’t, I think I’ll have a higher chance of getting her to go out with me than you will...”
“Ohhh. Is that pizza girl’s name? Fair enough. She’s yours.”
Justin groaned, sinking his head back into his arms.
“What’s up with you. She’s hot isn’t she? And I know you’re not gay, because you turned down Daniel, and no man would turn down Dan.”
Well that got his attention. “You were the one who set me up with, Daniel?”
“You can’t blame me. We all thought you were gay.”
Brilliant.
Justin, sighed and turned his thoughts back to where they had been before: Megan. Yeah... Weird right? It wasn’t that Justin didn’t think of Megan, she was usually subconsciously always laughing along with him, or reminding him to wipe his top lip after a cappuccino, but Justin rarely, if ever, thought of Megan consciously. Like he was seriously thinking: I wonder what she’s up to?’ Of course a lot more cooler than that - or just, not, because he was seriously wondering. “Are you gay? Because, that be fi....”
“I’m not gay. I mean, I’ve attended marches. But, that’s because I have a friend who is gay and he is too ‘in’ to attend them himself.”
Stan’s giving him a look like he knows just what Justin is talking about. Like Stan’s marched with a rainbow painted on his left and right cheek and he’s held a sign saying - ‘Elizabeth Taylor had 8 husbands, I just want one.’ Because, his own best friend is still stuck in the closet, and he’s tired of being fed the ‘If I was you’ excuse. Justin is tempted to laugh, because Stan doesn’t know at all what Justin is talking about. But, he holds it in.
“Yeah you need to shag someone soon, Justin.”
Justin’s back to his thoughts and he’s thinking about that not-so-awkward snogging fest with Megan and for a moment he thinks, what if they kept going? He doesn’t really think they would have - because they were both just releasing tension, and they had both mentioned it over a game of monopoly once, that they were going to wait for marriage and love, or Justin did -- he didn’t really get to hear what Megan thought, because she had just landed on his Oxford Street; which he happened to have a hotel on and yeah well, ka-ching.
He wondered what she thought now. If she was going to wait for love and marriage, or she wanted to lose it whenever. Justin didn’t think he would mind too much about the when, but the who, he definitely decided he minded on the who.
Wayne
Dustin
Wayne
Wayne
Dustin
The list was short, repetitive and not at all in any particular order. But, if it had, had a title it would have been capitalized, bolded and underlined ‘Guy’s who are absolutely not allowed to take Megan’s virginity.’
Justin’s decided, his brain’s had this amazing white board - which he wrote the list on - and it also, had this amazing eraser.
New list reads:
No one.
And he decided to write it in permanent marker.
“Justin. Where are you at today? Is this to do with those cuts on your face. Because, they look like they’ll heal with minimum scarring. I mean if you’re worri...”
“What? No. I’m just distracted. I was stuck watching a movie to God knows what hour last night.”
And it isn’t even one of those lies; Justin made up to avoid pointless conversations about shagging and snogging. It’s completely true.
After Megan had accepted his apology, which consisted of 3 parts; candy, the actual word sorry coming out of his mouth and watching of whatever movie she wanted, Justin ended up being stuck on the couch with her and a bowl of popcorn for an hour or so. Justin had to get his timing better. Adam Sandler was still contemplating telling Drew that he liked her, when Justin looked down at his watch and noticed it was little after two. They had paused the movie far too much to tell each other something they hadn’t said when they had been fighting. Needless to say, they had paused it a lot. Yeah... It was something between all of that, that Justin happened to notice: their hands were entering the bowl of popcorn together, but never once were they bumping into one another, never once where they intertwining. Had they really perfected the art of not touching each other? Or was Justin, just for the first time starting to think he wouldn’t really mind getting his salty hand caught up with her own? She ended up bringing him out of his thoughts, something about the movie being amazing - “Like, isn’t this amazing Justin?” And all Justin did, was make an affirmative noise and eat more popcorn.
“So you like her?”
“Who?” Justin snapped his head back up again, but faster this time - almost like Stan’s stumbled across something, he actually wouldn’t mind too much about talking about.
“The girl.”
“What girl?”
Stan’s the one sighing this time - it’s definitely a rare occurrence.
“The one you can’t stop thinking about.”
And, then maybe he isn’t. Because, Justin’s only been thinking about Megan.
“I’m thinking about a friend, that’s all.”
“Right.”
Justin’s pretty sure Stan didn’t believe him. Which is one thing Justin couldn’t stand. Having people not believe him. It irked him. Irked him like white wine served with red meat did.
“She’s really a friend.”
“I know. But, she’s a friend you wouldn’t mind shagging right?”
They’ve slept together before. They do it practically every night and at first, Justin thought it be a little weird. Because, it wasn’t like Megan had ever curled up next to him in his bed at Hogwarts. But it didn’t feel weird, if anything the only thing that felt weird, was the fact it didn’t.
They’ve really got each other’s sleep routine mastered too. Like Megan was aware Justin liked to stick his feet out at the end, that he snored when he drank too much wine, that he liked the left side of the bed and he laughed in his sleep. While Justin’s became aware that Megan had the tendency to like his side of the bed as well, that she tended to mumble incoherences (that he was sure were in french) in her sleep and that she always had her lips parted slightly open. They were also both aware that no matter how they ended up in bed, they always woke up wrapped around the other.
And well... He wasn’t sure how that connected to Stan’s question at all.
“No?”
Was that a question.
Stan laughs, “You’re totally gone, mate. Gonnneee.”
Justin’s pretty sure, he has no idea what Stan is on about, but it’s got him thinking that maybe, it wouldn’t be, not entirely ridiculous to like her. Like that.Because, she’s pretty and he has been thinking about her a lot and if someone asked him the type of girl he would like to date, he probably would give them a description that mirrored her own.
“Do I tell her?”
Stan grins and Justin almost regrets asking him in the first place.
“No, mate. You show her.”
Justin nodded, but didn’t stick around for the details or suggestions, because there was a popcorn machine that needed cleaning and he really wanted to leave on time tonight.