bulldozzerx (bulldozzerx) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-06-01 05:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, greg, greg x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Greg & Sebastian
Where: Greg's car
When: Afternoon, Friday, October 27
Let the record show that Sebastian McCarthy was hanging out with Greg Wheeler all day. School was out, it was only normal that teenagers would spend all that juicy free time with their friends. Except that was a blatant lie that Greg was fine with telling so his BFF could spend some quality time with his boyfriend. Greg played chauffeur to make it all look realistic, dropping him off at Hunter's and then picking him up before the game. It wasn't something he was thrilled about doing all the time but the boys were so fucking adorable and desperate that it was hard to say no. The whole situation was pretty miserable anyway, no way would Greg survive a secret relationship like that.
He parked outside Hunter's house and texted Bash that he was there then idly played a game on his phone while he waited for him to get his ass out there. He did not expect that to be quick but he was willing to be surprised.
Sebastian wasn’t sure where the day had gone. He’d spent it with Hunter, thanks to Greg’s help, and yet it had somehow slipped away from him. They’d watched movies and cuddled, talking about everything but the thing that dominated Sebastian’s thoughts, the curse he was going to help break. He had a whole day with his boyfriend, yet he was distracted in the worst way. At least Hunter was understanding. The sooner they could get this over with the better, in his opinion. He just wanted things to get back to normal, but wasn’t sure how to calm his worries in the meantime.
When Greg texted, Sebastian kissed Hunter goodbye, lingering as long as he could without annoying his best friend. He’d meant to spend more time with Greg, didn’t want to be the guy that disappeared when he started dating someone, but he’d needed the day with Hunter. Tomorrow he could hang with Greg, provided he didn’t screw up tonight’s game. He had to focus, no matter what else was going on in his life. “Hey,” he said, jumping in the car and throwing his bag in the back. “Thanks for today. I owe you big time.”
"Uh, yeah you do," Greg teased him as he turned off his game and then grinned at his best friend. "Did you have fuuuun?" He couldn't see Hunter at any of the windows but he waved up at the house anyway in case he was peeking and then got them moving. He was actually glad they had a little time before they had to get to on the bus, Bash had seemed off lately and Greg didn't know if it was just the whole closet thing getting to him now that he actually had a boyfriend or if something else was going on. At least in his car they could talk if there was something Bash needed to get off his chest.
Sebastian laughed softly and looked out the window, watching for any sign of Hunter as they pulled away from his house. He would’ve liked to stay there all day and into the night, just skip the game entirely, but he knew that would never fly. Besides Coach jumping all over him, his parents would demand to know where he was. “Nothing like that. We just hung out,” he said, glancing at Greg. He knew that was weird. A couple days ago and he’d have been jumping at the chance to be in Hunter’s bed. That hadn’t really changed, but… he just hadn’t been in the mood. Which really sucked.
Greg thought that did sound like fun, getting to hang out with whoever you were dating, so he just gave Bash a curious look and then reached over to bump his fist against his shoulder. "So what's going on with you? You've been morose." Morose... He pronounced it with some exaggeration as if to underline just what a weird word it was to use but it fit, damn it. "More so than usual even. You guys okay?"
“Yeah, yeah, we’re good,” Sebastian said, and just talking about Hunter brought a smile to his face. “Really good. It’s not Hunter. It’s… I don’t wanna freak you out. ‘Cause I’m freaking out. And I think I freaked Hunter out. And I don’t wanna screw up tonight’s game.” That was an actual concern at this point, but he told himself that he’d forget all about the curse once he was out on the field. It seemed like a lot right now, when people weren’t throwing balls at his head or trying to tackle him to the ground, but priorities changed fast. They had to.
Sebastian freaking out wasn't exactly a novelty, he freaked out pretty easily, but it weighed more lately now that Greg knew what he was and what was out there. "Don't keep me guessing, bro," he said sulkily because damn it, Sebastian should know he had an imagination that would run away with him if he didn't spit out whatever was going on soon. "Is it a witch thing? Demon thing? Are you changing into something?" Hunter had freaked out too and it was easy to imagine they hadn't been very sexy together because Sebastian was... growing a third arm or something? Jesus.
“Not that I know of,” Sebastian said, lips tugging up just a touch, unable to help himself from teasing a little. Unfortunately getting into what was bothering him killed that smile fast. “It’s a witch thing,” he sighed. “I was at Reagan’s the other night and set off some kind of spell she and her husband had been doing. They were looking for a descendant of someone that put a curse on them and it turns out that’s me. So they need me to help them break the curse.” That was putting it all lightly, but he knew better than to dump it all on Greg at once. He usually took it better if he could process it bit by bit.
"I'm sure that would work better if you hadn't started learning to use magic like literally yesterday," Greg said with a shake of his head, not caring if it hadn't been literally yesterday and more like a couple of weeks? Whatever, the point stood. "Guess you gotta up your game." That was another thing they hadn't talked about this week either, this is what he got for not hanging out with Bash alone. "How are you doing with it anyway? Bet you're getting good already."
“They don’t actually need me to do the spell,” Sebastian said, not sure he should get into the details while Greg was behind the wheel. They school wasn’t all that far, so maybe they could talk more once Greg parked. Just in case. “The teaching part ‘s actually going really good. I feel like I’m getting a handle on it, but I also know I have a shitton to learn. Phee and I tried to find my dad’s book, Reagan seems to think he’d have one, but we couldn’t find it. Maybe if I get better, I can do some kind of a location spell, but right now I’m really stuck on the basics.”
"There's a book?" Greg asked and luckily he was too distracted by Sebastian's chatter to give too much thought to what he might have to do to break a curse. "Like a magic book?" Had Sebastian already told him? There was so much to take in and Greg was sure he hadn't digested everything Sebastian had told him so far. He thought he was doing okay though considering how huge this was, he knew there were elements and he knew which elements the McCarthy kids had except for Trip. Was Trip a witch too? Jesus.
“Maybe. Probably. Reagan thinks there is. More like a journal. There’s no such thing as a published spellbook. Witches get their knowledge from past generations so my dad should have something written down, even if he doesn’t use it,” Sebastian explained. He couldn’t imagine that his father had absolutely nothing, even if he wasn’t going to teach them. That was too much knowledge to just throw away. In fact, he could see his father keeping it under lock and key. If he wanted access to it, he would have to ask. His father liked that kind of control. “They think-- they said my mom’s line has magic in it too, even if she’s not a witch.”
Greg shook his head, turning into a gas station lot to fill up the car and get something to drink. "Why does she think that?" he asked. Did that mean Brianna McCarthy also had a book? How many books were there? Maybe Bash's dad didn't even have that book, maybe his uncle or great uncle or someone had it. "So it skips people sometimes? Man that's mean, maybe that's why she doesn't want you to practice, she just maaaad."
“You know how I said they were looking for a descendant of someone that put a curse on them? Well, they couldn’t find one because they were trying to trace the magic. And then I started doing a spell and their tracking spell went off. If it was on my dad’s side, they would’ve had no problems. Even if he doesn’t practice, I know my cousins do. So the issue was with my mom’s side, and if someone on her side put a curse on their families, that means there’s magic,” Sebastian said, not all that sure if he was making sense himself. He’d spent so much time thinking about it over the past few days and still felt like he was only just coming to grips with the ramifications of Reagan’s discovery. “It can skip, but I don’t know the frequency. I think it’s less likely to happen if both my parents are witches.” He took a deep breath. “I want to ask her, but I know if I do she’ll know that I’m practicing and then shit ‘ll really hit the fan.”
"Dude, you have too many big secrets," Greg said with a faint smile. He had parked the car and patted down his jacket for his wallet. "I feel like I need like a powerpoint demonstration to get everything you're telling me," he muttered and sighed. "This is getting to be as complicated as history. Guess 'cause it is history, sort of. So how the hell are you supposed to break the curse? It was a curse, right?"
“I didn’t know this till Wednesday, okay? I swear. It’s a lot and there’s all these holes and I don’t see how I’m gonna get answers without asking, but, like, you know how my mom is. Phee caught her snooping in my room after she found out we went to the festival. She had my dad check out the bracelet I got, just to make sure it was clean. If she’s a witch? I dunno. That’s a pretty big deal,” Sebastian sighed, feeling the weight of it all on his shoulders. He had been trying not to stress about it and failing miserably. “They need my blood.”
Greg had meant he had too many secrets from his parents but he nodded along sympathetically before furrowing his brows at that last part. "Wait, hold up. They need your blood? How much blood are we talking here?" Greg wasn't squeamish about bleeding, he'd suffered enough injuries in his life to be somewhat numbed to it all but some kind of ritual curse bleeding was an entirely different thing altogether. "What exactly do they need you to do, Bash?"
Though there was a flood of new information for Sebastian to digest, it was the blood that he kept getting hung up on. The blood and the curse. A curse that had lived on for centuries. There was no way this was the first attempt at breaking it, which led him to wonder why the others had failed. He’d gone down a number of rabbit holes as he tried to logic it out, but none of them led down paths that gave him the warm fuzzies. The situation dripped of dark magic, something he’d hoped to avoid, yet he’d pretty much signed on the dotted line. “I don’t know,” he swallowed. “I don’t know much of anything. Except that if I don’t do it, one or both of them will die.”
"Wow," Greg grumbled. "No pressure, right?" He scoffed and thought about it for a moment, frowning. "They better tell you what they need you to do in detail and you're not doing it alone, because fuck that shit. They know you're not a virgin anymore, right?" In case it was a virgin sacrifice kind of scenario. It was supposed to be light-hearted, but he didn't feel like joking at all so it just came out grim. Hell, maybe virgin sacrifices were a thing, how the hell would he know?
“I dunno,” Sebastian sighed, fingers running through his hair. “Maybe I am. How do you define virginity?” He didn’t think he was, but he’d always kind of defined it differently between heterosexual couples and now wasn’t all that sure what rules applied, if any. That was a whole different rabbit hole. Plus, if they needed a virgin, he sure as hell hoped he was one because he was not volunteering the other potential virgin in their family. “They better not need a virgin.” Or he was going to be on a mission to get his sister laid STAT.
Greg had a bit of a brain freeze at the question about virginity because damn, it was a tough question. Did he lose his virginity with a blow job? Hand job? Did it have to be penetration? Did it have to be dick penetration? He snapped out of it when Sebastian spoke again and shook his head, trying to clear it of the question whether Phee was a virgin. Fuck, he did not need to know. He hoped not, for her sake but then wondered why because it wasn't like they'd established that Reagan Kelly needed a virgin. "Just don't even go see them again without me tagging along, okay? I wanna know what's what."
Sebastian nodded slowly, the request sinking in. “Yeah. Hunter wants to be there too. I don’t think they’ll let you inside, but I’ll ask.” All they could do was say no. He knew this was a big deal to them too though and this might be the kind of thing that they didn’t want outsiders witness to. Which didn’t help his nerves. “If not, you mind hanging in the car with Hunter? Blood kinda freaks him out and if things are bad… I’d want you there.” Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “But they said it’d be fine. That it wouldn’t even hurt.”
"I don't even mean for whenever they need to break the curse," Greg clarified. "You go chat with them, let me know. I want to know when it's going down and I've got questions." It was easy to be bold about it here in the car with his best friend, he probably wouldn't be when faced with the actual witches but that didn't quiet down his passion about the thing at that moment. He always looked out for Bash and that wasn't going to change now just because there was some magic involved.
Something about that made Sebastian smile, small and warm and full of affection for his best friend. Greg really was a great guy, and probably far too willing to put himself in a situation he couldn’t handle, but that was part of why they got along. He definitely wasn’t alone there. “Will do,” he said. “Thanks, man. I keep thinking things are gonna be easier and then just as soon as it feels like smooth sailing, I take another nose dive.”
"Yeah, you really need to stop that," Greg sighed. "You've got enough on your plate with the family and all and the game tonight, dude... You need to clear your head and play, right? You're gonna do that, right?" He had no doubt Sebastian would play well despite everything, but maybe distracting him with the game was a good idea. He was so damn worried about everything, not thinking about it for even a second would help.
“I’m not asking for it, I swear,” Sebastian huffed. “But yeah, the game. I’ll be good. We get in uniform and the band’s playing and the crowd’s cheering and it’s easy to forget about everything else.” It was a blessing, actually. There was no point in worrying about curses or his parents or his sexuality once he was on the field. Nothing mattered but his ability to run and catch the ball. So long as he did that, he’d be fine, at least until the game ended.
"That's my boy," Greg said and he knew Sebastian wasn't asking for any of this, if anyone deserved this kind of shit it was definitely not Sebastian. "I don't know, man. Karma owes you big time by now." Was there such a thing as karma? Greg didn't know but with everything else that seemed to be true, why the hell not, right? With the mention of the band playing he just thought of Ophelia tooting her little flute and had to smother a weird little smile.
“Right? There’s got to be balance with the force,” Sebastian smiled. “Maybe I’ll make a touchdown tonight. Not that that’s an even trade, but I’ll take it.” It would definitely help. Anything that took his mind off the curse would help. “You ever settle on a costume for Victoria’s party tomorrow night?” He knew Greg was going, that was a given, even if Victoria was a bitch. It was easy enough to avoid her at her own house.
"Dude, yes," Greg said with a grin. "I'm going as Hellboy. So much body paint but it'll be worth it. Got this awesome jacket and a styrofoam hand and everything. Get to punch a bunch of people!" Lightly with an arm made out of styrofoam but still. He made a show of slow-motion punching with an exaggerated groan then chuckled. "I can already hear the 'don't fuck up my hair' whining I'll get." Girls were funny that way.
“Oh my god,” Sebastian laughed. “That’s awesome. You will be the easiest person to find at the party, guaranteed.” He couldn’t imagine that there were a lot who would take on that much body paint. Plus, Greg wasn’t small. “Mind if I crash at your place after?” It almost felt silly to ask, since he always crashed at Greg’s afterwards, but Sebastian didn’t like to assume.
"Do you actually mean crash or like crash crash," Greg asked with little finger-quotation marks. "You're not spending the night with your boy?" He kind of hoped he'd go home with someone if he was honest, if only to get his mind off his best friend's little sister who he was not supposed to be thinking about in capacity unless Bash specifically brought her up. Or he'd end up taking someone home, which wasn't a problem even if Sebastian did end up crashing, that's what guest rooms were for.
“I’d like to, but I’m not sure how his dad would feel about that,” Sebastian said with a little laugh. Hunter’s house was the only option, but even that seemed unlikely, especially since Hunter’s dad didn’t even know he was dating someone. If they wanted to spend the night together, the backseat of his car was probably the best option… except that hadn’t worked last time and he was planning on drinking, which meant he didn’t need to be anywhere near his car. “Don’t worry about it. Phee might go, so I should probably walk her home anyways.”
Greg gave him a skeptical look, then sighed. "You know I have a guest room, right? You do remember sleeping in my guest room?" He was possibly making a mistake here and his mom might find out and be annoyed but he'd always had Bash's back and vice versa. "I mean I'm not dying to listen to you guys have loud sex or anything, but you can both crash if you want." And he could walk Phee home, because that was a great idea.
Sebastian didn’t want to take advantage of Greg’s kindness, but that was a seriously hard offer to pass up. Especially when he’d been thinking his only time with Hunter might be in a closet or a laundry room, though they really should go for some place where they could lock the door. “We’re not that loud,” he said, neck turning red because he really wasn’t sure. He liked hearing Hunter and had no idea where he was on the vocal scale. “You sure? I mean, I’ll take your mom’s wrath over mine, but…”
"I bet you will," Greg laughed because his mom's wrath would at most involve some sighing and shaking of her head. She really didn't get all that riled up and if she ended up finding out what was going on and why? She'd definitely be cool about it. "But yeah, I mean, if all goes well I'll end up sleeping somewhere else anyway." He might not have his eyes set on anyone he wanted to actually go home with and have a one night stand, but that could change with alcohol and fun costumes.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna cock block you,” Sebastian said, meaning that. If Greg found someone he wanted to hook up with, Sebastian would figure something else out. He’d never actually gone back to Greg’s house if he wasn’t going to be there, since his own house wasn’t that much farther. But he’d never spent the night with his girlfriends either. “Will that be weird? Crashing in your guest room when you’re not home? You got someone in mind?”
"You practically live at my house already, dude," Greg said with a shrug. "So no, it wouldn't be weird. I'd just give you my keys and you'd make sure to let me in when I call you." It seemed simple enough but he had a feeling he'd be sleeping alone in his own bed with earplugs. "So yeah, you can crash at my place whether I'm there or not, don't worry about it. I'll probably be there, unless there's some hottie from out of town at that party."
“You rock,” Sebastian said with a little smile. “If you need a wingman or pretty much anything, you let me know.” He wasn’t sure what to suggest in the way of girls. He knew one in particular that was interested, but the wasn’t touching that. And while he knew Greg wanted to get laid, he knew he’d also like something more than sex. “Now I just have to hope Hunter can stay out all night.”
"I don't need a wingman but I've always got one," Greg said and punched Bash lightly on the shoulder. "I'm just aiming to have fun and you should check with your boyo, give him some time to persuade his dad." He huffed softly and looked to the gas station. "Gonna get a drink in there, you want something?" As far as he was concerned they were not done talking about That Thing Sebastian had flung on him, but it was probably better to discuss it after the game and try to ignore it until then. He was in it for the win.
“Good plan,” Sebastian smiled. Maybe Hunter could say he was staying with Mak again. At least he knew Jen would cover for him. “Yeah, grab me a Red Bull,” he said, sitting back in his seat. That would give him the burst of energy he needed to ramp up to the game, and then the rest would come on it’s own. He knew they weren’t done talking about the curse he’d agreed to break, but there wasn’t much more he could do right now. He had a distraction lined up, so he might as well take it.