Jakoby Adrian Smith (not_jacob) wrote in dalton_rpg, @ 2011-02-21 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, # pairing: jak/phil, @ character: jakoby smith, character: philander gentry, status: complete |
Who: Jakoby & Phil
Where: Dalton//a restaurant in Columbus
What: Spending Valentine’s Day together.
When: Monday, February 14th, after class (backdated)
Rating: SFW
The bell rang and students flooded the hallways. Amongst them was Phil, weaving without really looking up from his notebook, entranced by bullet points that he had highlighted the night prior. Now he faced the task of recalling why they were important and worth his attention. He felt it on the tip of his tongue, but at the same time he had no idea what he was supposed to do with all these random facts. He sighed and snapped it shut, fumbling the notebook as he bumped into someone.
It clattered upon the floor with a KKITT-ssshh!, pages bending under the weight of the spine. Phil rolled his eyes and squatted down to pick it up.
Jakoby had been waiting on an opportunity to talk to Phil – but he’d let his nerves get the best of him during class. Now, spotting him as he bent to retrieve his notebook, Jake branched off from his peers and made his way towards his ex – it was now or never, right? As Phil straightened up, he made his move, stepping into the older teen’s path to prevent him from walking away. “Are you free tonight?” he asked without hesitation, confident smile masking the butterflies that seemed to have found a home in his stomach.
“Yeah, I guess I am--” he began without even realizing who had caught him. Phil gaped at Jakoby, surprised to see him. Given how there’d been no mention or advances earlier in the day, he’d assumed that there’d be no special Valentine’s Day date or whatever the hell he’d been looking forward to. A little more than confused by his thoughts (and desires), Phil had trouble easing into a smile. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you see, I made these reservations,” he replied easily, meeting Phil’s gaze, “and I was hoping that you’d be the one to accompany me.” He didn’t care if that seemed forward – maybe that was half the point, he wasn’t really sure. All he knew was that he really hoped Phil would accept.
Seeing as how reservations had already been made, Phil would have been a jerk to decline. He couldn’t tell if Jakoby was being efficient or manipulative; he was roped into going along with this, wasn’t he?
But then he had a change of heart. Phil relaxed when he heard Jak’s tone of voice. It was so frail, so hopeful, almost helpless. He couldn’t doubt the sincerity of it anymore. “I... All right. Sure. I’d love to go.” The word had slipped past without him noticing.
Jakoby practically lit up when Phil agreed to go to dinner with him, a response that spoke to just how much this meant to him. He hadn’t intended to come across as manipulative, just confident – a part of him had worried, though, that Phil would accept solely out of politeness; thankfully, the latter half of his comment pushed that concern from Jake’s mind. Phil, at least to some extent, really wanted to do this. And maybe that meant he’d take well to the younger teen asking for a second chance later in the evening – he hoped so. He really, really hoped so.
“Awesome! I’ll stop by your room around 6:30?”
As if Phil could say ‘no’ to a smile that radiant. How he missed being the one to trigger it, the one to witness it every day in passing, be it in the halls or during class or whatever impromptu plans they sprung upon one another.
“Sounds good to me. And, Jakoby?” - he pressed a chaste kiss against the boy’s forehead - “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
No matter how collected he was attempting – but probably failing – to remain, he couldn’t stop the blush that made its way onto his cheeks at the kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Phil,” was the soft response he gave, a hint of shyness to his tone before he forced himself to regain his confidence. Biting his bottom lip, his eyes raked briefly over Phil’s body. “I’ll see you tonight,” he promised before turning to walk away.
A flutter soared through Phil’s heart. He looked down at himself and wondered if this was a case he had to go to the nurse for. No, he could handle this on his own. He wanted to take care of this on his own. One more shot. No big deal. “I missed you, too.” He smiled the rest of the day.