Amalgaverse High

"So, where are we meeting the fabled Guy?" Levi asks, taking Ryan's hand once they're out of the car. A beat, then: "... Does he know about us, or do I need to let go of your hand?"

"I dunno, we're gonna have to scout him out." Ryan swings Levi's hand as they walk across the parking lot. "Huh? Oh, no, he knows, I told him." Guy was the first person Ryan told about his newfound sexual preference, actually, but that's neither here nor there. Once they're inside the store, Ryan walks through the different sections, tugging Levi along until they reach the area where the graphic novels are housed. There's a boy their age stooped down in front of the shelves, flipping through a hardcover Spiderman comic.  "I see you're working hard, as usual," Ryan says, coming to a stop a few feet in front of his friend. Guy looks over and up, and smirks. "All day every day." He sets the book back on the shelf and stands up, putting his hand up for what looks like a high-five, but ends up being a rough sort of handshake that he inflicts upon Ryan. "What the hell is up, Brotowksi?" he asks, and Ryan shrugs. "Not much. Guy, this is Levi. Levi, Guy." The blonde boy eyes Levi for a second, then points a finger at him. "Your hair is fucking epic." This is Guyspeak for 'hi, nice to meet you'.

(Wake up, take a shower, and then...)

Correction, there's /always/ reason to be lewd. Ryan grins and moves his hands across Levi's chest in little circles. "I bet you could." Seriously, he has not doubt in his mind of that. A pause, then, "Okay- brace yourself, because this only happens like once a year, tops- I think I'm actually hungry." Gasp! "So maybe we should, I dunno, legitimately shower now?"

Levi makes a content little noise at the hands on his chest. That feels good, in a relaxing way-- of course, he's so bonelessly content right now that just about anything feels fantastic. Then Ryan speaks up, and Levi puts on a mock-shocked face. "Should I alert the media?" Levi asks, scooting off the wall to put them more directly into the spray. "I think we can manage that. And I still have that surprise for you." Levi hums, and then he's totally just going to wash Ryan's hair like it's no big deal. Because Ryan can't possibly do it himself.

 

 

Poor Levi. Getting Ryan into the passenger's seat of his car was a feat unto itself, and now the hyped up scrawny boy is bopping up and down with barely contained energy, feet shuffling back and forth on the floor mat while his fingers drum on his kneecaps. A seat belt is out of the question right about now, obviously. Ryan either didn't notice the disapproving look on Levi's face outside the club, or if he did, he's choosing to ignore it. More likely the prior of the two. Once Levi gets in the car, Ryan looks over and smiles. "Hi!" Somebody must have done a lot more coke than usual; this is pretty over the top behavior even for him.

Oh, the things Levi is willing to do for you, Ryan. Levi sighs and slips into his car, pulling the divider up and sitting so that he's facing Ryan. There's no way he's going to attempt to drive with Ryan flailing around like this. Levi's face is just the slightest bit disapproving, but honestly, he's more concerned than anything. He hasn't ever seen Ryan this hyped up-- didn't really think he had the capacity for it. Levi rests his head against the headrest of his seat and frowns. "Hi, baby. Are you okay?"

Homecoming time, for one Helena Way, means going to the mall to buy the skankiest scenester everything she can get her grubby hands on. In this case, she's on the hunt for some Playboy bunny accessories, because those are so classy. Where better to find those than Spencers? The answer; NO WHERE.  So that's where she'll be, hair teased to high heaven, pants tighter than Saran Wrap, and cell phone glued to her right hand.

Levi has already found everything required for his Homecoming outfit except for his purple tie. It's not guaranteed that Spencers will have a purple tie, but it's worth a look, and besides, Levi's just killing time anyway. So in he wanders, unsuspecting, and every once in a while he'll break out the phone for a text. And by every once in a while that means every five seconds.

Ryan considers for a moment. "I don't know what's playing. We could, uh, get food and maybe check if anything good is starting soon?" He has no idea, but agrees that as long as they're hanging out, all is well. "Or we could do something ridiculous like... I dunno, go putt-putt golfing or whatever it is the cool kids do on dates these days." Smirk.

Snerk. "I'll pass on the mini-golf, sweetheart. I might get bored and have to push you up against the windmill, and we don't want to ruin the family fun, do we?" Well, Ryan and Levi would, but the management? Not so much. "Food and a movie sounds wonderful. Any preferences on food?" Are there such things as hipster foods? And-- boy, does Levi have ~plans for the movie.

 

 

School's out, time to head home. For Ryan, that means footing it, because no way in /hell/ is he going to be caught dead on the bus. Today he chooses to cut through one of the quaint little parks around the area, because when you live on the bad side of town, sometimes you want to take a nice route home. He's got his headphones in, of course, messenger bag slung across his chest, eyes flitting lazily here and there until- holy shit, are those /feet/? Just poking out from under the bushes over there? He freezes up, coming to a stop and staring, horrible thoughts running through his head; 'is that a dead body oh my god it is isn't it what do i dooooo?'

Those are indeed feet! And they're not moving. It could be a prank or some kind of horrible dumping of a corpse. Who's to say? There doesn't seem to be blood or anything gruesome about but maybe that just means things were cleaned up very well. HMM.

And school is indeed out. Levi's on his way home in his lovely piece of crap car, but he spots Ryan on the way, and figures hey, why not ask him if he wants a ride? So Levi pulls up next to the park and-- well, he'd yell for Ryan but the boy has his headphones in, so he parks and gets out, approaching. "Ryan!" He says, coming up next to him. "Ryan, I wanted to ask-- ... are those feet?"

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