|Laurie Baines (vivendo_vitam) wrote in genome_project,|
@ 2012-12-05 16:54:00
|Entry tags:||december 2012, jaden garner, mao sakibou|
WHO Jaden, Mao & Rolan
WHAT Making peace? Maybe.
WHEN After a collaboration of this and this.
WHERE A karaoke place.
Who the heck knows... PG-13, bad language...
STATUS Incomplete, closed.
If someone asked Rolan what the hell was happening, Rolan would be able to honestly answer that he had no fucking idea. No clue. Absolutely no idea. It was confusing, and irritating, and he just wanted it all over with. He missed his nice simple life where everything and everyone fit into their places nicely.
Alright, so that was an over-exaggeration of things. However, he did get a massive headache thinking about it all. A headache with a dash of regret and a sprinkling of feeling like shit. Perhaps he wasn't innocent in this... he should have just found where Mao had been hiding earlier and see why he was being avoided after their kiss. But his fear that it was Mao regretting what had happened had kept him at bay, leaving Mao alone. This was the first time he;d approached a guy, after all. There was a difference between telling your friends you like looking at guys, and actually going for a guy.
Then the locker... and followed up by the goddamn forum. Yeah, headache inducing there.
The biggest question of the day, though, had to be concerning his agreeing to meet with Mao. 1) Mao hadn't had the balls to come to Rolan himself to talk. 2) The insults still stung. 3) He really, really wanted to shakes the living daylights out of the little fool upon seeing him (or kissing the living daylights out of him after making sure his nose is alright, but he wasn't masochistic enough to admit to that).
He'd stood in front of his closet, contemplating changing. Did one dress up for something like this? He'd ended up cursing himself stupid and just sticking with the clothes he'd worn for the day. This was not a date, nothing special. He was likely walking into a trap where he'd be cornered and Mao would have at him.
A few minutes early, Rolan lingered outside the place, clenching and grinding his teeth, hands shoved into his jeans. This had to be the stupidest thing he'd ever done. He shouldn't have agreed. Or, he should have gotten a buddy to come along with him. Only problem with that being that his 'buddies' were a large part of the problem. Well, perhaps Presley... but here he was. Sucking it up, he went in and hunted out the room Jaden had gotten for them.
"Yo," he said, stepping into the room to see the organizer already there. He glanced around, spotted the fact there was indeed pizza here, and then found a bit of clear wall to lean against. No sitting or taking off his coat until he knew exactly what this was going to be.