faunoverme (faunoverme) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-02-12 00:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | lyle, myron |
Tuesday April 7, 2009
Who: Lyle and Myron
What: Meeting of old friends
Where: The Halls
When: Afternoon
Myron was bored now. He didn't start classes till Wednesday and even then, they weren't even real classes. Just ones they told him he had to take and that was fine with him. The mandatory ones for the younger students weren't required for him, which rocked. No more math classes for him! Though he did wish for a science class. That would be fun. An advanced one for college students. Oh well.
Walking down the hall, he was taking in the sights, just getting used to everything. He'd gotten there the day before and had spent his time setting everything up how he liked it. Cool stuff up front, nerdy comics and mangas hidden away. Then it was dinner and then he went to sleep after staying up late watching old cartoon shows. Now though, he was getting the lay of the land, checking out the ladies and seeing if he knew anyone. He doubted it, but hey he could find someone's secret. Maybe.
It was rare that Lyle went to classes anymore, and today was no exception. He was simply wandering around because Nico was in the apartment and he was cleaning, and Lyle didn't like being in the way when that went down. The less involved he was, the happier everyone was.
Not many people were out and about in the hallways at the moment, except for some guy who was just walking around and not paying much attention to what was going on around him. A newbie for sure. Rolling his eyes a little, Lyle looked the guy over, dismissed him, then did a double take. Shit. That guy looked like... no. No, that guy was Myron. He looked different, like he wasn't a teenager anymore, but that was seriously fucking Myron. Oh shit. Turning around and starting in the opposite direction, Lyle started walking away. Maybe he hadn't been seen. He didn't want to be seen. How the hell was he supposed to explain that he was a vampire??
And then a thought hit him. He might be a vampire, but what the hell was Myron doing here? Turning back, he made a beeline for the other man, determination on his face. "What the crap are YOU doing here??" he demanded.
Myron had all these hyper senses that he didn't really use. More out of laziness. Which was funny because everywhere he was anything but. Though, he should probably have been paying attention more. Then he wouldn't have done what he had done when Lyle came charging over. Not paying attention and not hearing the other man walking over, he continued on in his own little world before he was faced with his bff from highschool. "AH!" Myron screamed, jumping back and either going to run or flail. His body couldn't decide as he stood on one leg leaning back slightly as the other was kicked out and this hands covering his head.
Then it dawned on him as he looked at the other. "Lyle? LYLE? Lyle Majors!?" He said, slowly standing down and staring at the other. "No way, you're like reading my mind and making yourself look like him. . . Right?" Myron asked as he looked the other over, finally kicking in his senses. "You don't smell like Lyle. . . Not really," he said making a face. "Maybe if he didn't take bathes regularly. . . Oh my God Lyle!" Myron shrieked.
Oh yeah, there was no doubt in Lyle's mind that this was the Myron he knew at school. The fact that he jumped about a foot in the air when he finally pulled his head out of his butt to realize someone was talking to him was a dead giveaway.
"Hey!" Lyle shot back, offended by the bathing comment. He did take showers, daily! "Fuck you, Tweak, I'm dead! What's your excuse! You smell like a farm!"
"Why are you dead!?" He cried, not caring how loud he was or that his voice tended to travel. What was concerning was that his friend was dead! And still talking! "How are you dead?" Myron dead panned. "Oh my God you're a vampire!?" This was information! Of course, Lyle looked hella lot better than high school, so he must have been turned recently.
"I'm a goat!" He huffed. "Well. . . Kinda. I'm a faun. Half faun. Mom's human, dad's Billy Goat's Gruff. Long story, nothing new. Now you being dead is VERY new."
Leaning away, Lyle frowned. Myron had always been loud, but now that Lyle's hearing was better, that voice was practically painful. "Would you zip it!" he hissed, hoping that Myron might follow suit and maybe start whispering. Or at least talk quieter. "This is pretty fucking new to me! You mean all this time you've been... like... Greek mythology and you never told me?? What the hell, dude! That's the kind of thing that a guy likes to know about his friend! Especially when he sleeps over his house for weeks at a time!"
"Well, it's not really mythology," Myron sighed, taking his cue to soften the voice. "Since I'm real and all," he said. "As is my dad and whole entire species," he said making a face. "It's. . . Complicated because I'm not supposed to tell people I've got horns and goat legs hidden away!" He huffed. "I mean, my dad was freaking out when the girl he was making me marry saw my horn pop out. If it had been you, he would have flipped his shit. Besides, would you have even believed me short of flashing you my goods? Then would you have not tried to mount me on your wall or something?"
This was kind of surreal... vaguely... actually not that much. It might have been when he was fifteen, but now, as a walking corpse, Lyle found it pretty easy to swallow. "Okay, first of all," he began, a finger raised to tick off points, "never ever say 'flash my goods' at me again. Gross. And second, no, I wouldn't have tried to mount you on my wall. I'm not a barbarian for Christ's sake. I would've been a little freaked out at first, but I wouldn't gotten used to it! I probably would've thought it was cool!" Pausing, he frowned, absorbing the rest of what Myron had just babbled at him. "Wait hang on... you're getting married?"
"Well. . . I know you were my best friend and all, but my dad made it clear I didn't tell anyone," Myron shrugged a bit, calming down more. His dad was pretty sucky. Only around so much and when he was, he was usually drunk and an asshole. "Not if I can help it," he snorted, making a face. "Dad got tired of me fucking around with any girl that would spread her legs so he's making me marry some chick from another wine company and to get out of it, I flashed my horns and said I had trouble keeping them put up," he rolled his eyes. "I mean, marriage is not my deal. I like girls and have had a girlfriend or two, but I can't settle down. I mean, my dad got married and he never settled down. It's not for us." Which was true. Fauns rarely ever did monogamy.
This was a lot to take in, and Lyle listened intently. And at the end of it, he only had one question for Myron.
"You got a girl to talk to you?"
". . . And then some," Myron said giving Lyle a look. "Probably went further before you did, too," he said. Neither of them were really the hotties in high school.
Breaking into a grin, Lyle gave Myron a playful shove. "Probably," he admitted. "At least you were skinny. Skinny guys always get girls." Sadly, it was true. But thankfully puberty had been very good to Lyle indeed. "Oh well. I'm hotter than you now, so I guess it doesn't matter."
"How are you hotter than me? I'm way hotter than you are," Myron said. "Just because you've got the dead thing working for you, doesn't mean squat," he said. "I am still alive and plentiful and- Hello," he paused, giving a passing girl a dazzling smile, making her giggle and blush as she walked on. "And, I'm a faun. Women instantly want me even if they don't know why."
"Bullshit! It's totally cheating if you use your... magic fairy goat voodoo," Lyle shot back, crossing his arms. "Vampires are very in right now, I'll have you know. So shove it, Tweak."
"I can't help it! I don't do it on purpose! Besides, those vampires suck. No pun intended," he said. "They sparkle in the sun! Do you sparkle in the sun? Wait, do you?" He asked, curious now.
Setting Myron with The Look, the quirked-eyebrow-can't-believe-my-brain-c
"Okay, so you get dead-dead with sunlight," Myron said rolling his eyes. "I never knew any other supernaturals growing up besides other fauns and that was through Dad's work." Giving Lyle a look at the mention of sparkling during work, an image of him covered in glitter on a stripper pole came to mind. That was not something he wanted to mess with. "So, how long have you been here?" He asked, moving on.
Taking a moment's pause, it dawned on Lyle how long he'd been here. "Ugh. On and off, over a year." Starting to walk again he tugged on Myron's sleeve, indicating he should start walking too. "You remember my brother Fisher? The one I said was in college and I never saw much and he was totally cool? Well, I saw him here... he got weird. Or I guess, he's always been weird. He's a medium. Anyway, we moved to California for a bit because there was this girl... and that didn't work out well. And now I'm back here." Skipping details? Absolutely. No need to dwell on things. "It's not too bad, this place. Kinda... morally askew. Which I guess suits you okay since you're such a freaky weirdo who humps the posters on his wall." Shooting Myron a sly grin, Lyle snickered.
"Like horror movie medium that sees ghost and stuff?" Myron asked, listening in slight awe. "Cool," he grinned a bit, listening more in depth, feeling kinda bad now. "So, you and your brother are back here now? I know you never saw him in high school, so like do you hang out a lot?" He asked. Myron had friends who had siblings and it always confused him and made him jealous. He wished he'd had a sibling growing up. "Hey! I don't need posters! They're just for show!" He said making a face at Lyle. "I am the ass master. I can get any, anytime, anywhere."
Fisher: Yet another topic Lyle didn't really want to get into. His whole life seemed to be nothing but topics he didn't want to get into. "Um... yeah, I see him sometimes," he said evasively.
Snorting, Lyle rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're the ass master alright," he said derisively. "Because you are one." It felt like nothing had changed, like they could have been walking down the hallway of their old high school, just talking. But everything had changed. Even Myron, still spazzy as ever, looked totally different. And Lyle knew he looked different too.
"You're just jealous that because now I'm here, I'm going to take all the girls from you," Myron sneered a bit. The two never really competed against each other. In school events they were usually paired together and slaughtered the competition. "Don't worry, I'll be nice and share. Though, not like that. Cause that'd be weird. You're like a cousin or relative of sorts," he said, eyes widening a bit. "Hey, you still collect comics, right?" He asked, wondering if the other had grown out of their nerdy days. Myron hadn't. He just got good at hiding it.
Sneering a little, Lyle brushed a stray hair off his forehead. "Um, no worries, man. I'm spoken for, so... go lady crazy." Myron could have all the girls in school if he wanted (and it looked like he'd probably try). Most of them were either crazy or too slutty for Lyle's tastes.
"Comics? Nope. Sold most of 'em, actually." He had sold them the summer after high school, because he had not wanted to remain a virgin for the rest of his life. And comic books had seemed to repel women.
"Of course you are," Myron sighed. His best friend would have a girlfriend. Vampire lover probably. Or a vampire herself. Hearing he sold his comics mad him kinda sad. It was a big thing they shared because they didn't have anyone else to fanboy about when the new issue of X-Men Zombies came out.
"Yeah, same here. Kinda got in the way when girls started to read them more than make out with me. Gave some away and sold the rest," he lied through his teeth. It kinda sucked. It was like he was the secret geek in high school again. Things had definitely changed.
Exhaling a breath, Lyle shrugged. "I wish I had found girls who read them. I wouldn't have gotten rid of them otherwise." Laughing a little, headded "Of course, knowing what I know now, I wouldn't have gotten rid of them anyway. My last girlfriend would've creamed herself over them. She told me she loved me in hexidecimal." Sighing a little, Lyle shook his head ruefully. "I loved her so damn much. She was part alien."
"Well they were the super nerdy girls that went to cons and stuff," Myron shrugged. "They got more interested in my collection than me and that was not going to fly," he snorted. "Duuuuude, she was an alien?" He said, looking at Lyle with big eyes. "Were there testicles? Was it like Hentai during sex?" Tact was laking with Myron when he knew you well.
Staring at Myron, Lyle actually stopped walking to stare at him more efficiently. "Oh. My. God!" he declared, apalled. "NO she did not have fucking tentacles! She looked perfectly fine, totally human. She just had alien DNA." Narrowing his eyes, he shot Myron a look. "That's like a wet dream for you, isn't it? She's got a brother I can introduce you to, he's got scales and a tail."
"What?" Myron said as they stopped, looking confused. "Well you said she was part alien! You didn't say what part!" He yelled back in his defense. "Fine, she had alien DNA. No weird appendages, got it," Myron huffed before shooting Lyle a look right back. "I don't do guys! That's weird and not for me. Anyone else that likes it, it's their business to like it not mine. Besides, fauns are notorious for going after girls. Not guys."
Giving Myron a smirk, Lyle shook his head. "You're sure pretty defensive that you don't like guys. Is the lady protesting too much?" Lyle knew that Myron wasn't gay. He had seen the oogling and the pining over countless girls, the drooling and the longing that plagues every geek boy. Still... it was funny to see him all worked up.
"I am not protesting too much. I just know what I like and how I like it. Boys just aren't on the menu," Myron huffed, grumbling a bit now. He didn't really care too much about the subject, but he could take the teasing, he'd gotten it in school. The small, lanky, acne plagued boy that just couldn't get the girl. He'd gotten a thick skin and it was Lyle. They harassed each other all the time. "Unless you're hinting that you've got a giant crush on me. Then. . . Maybe I could work something out for you, Sugar Lips," he said, winking at Lyle with a snicker.
Well, if there was ever a time for this conversation to go down, now was it. This was how he and Myron worked, how they'd always worked. Brutal honesty and more brutal insults. They made fun of each other because everyone else did it anyway. Lyle had been popular, sure, but that didn't mean that his "friends" didn't rag on him nonstop for being fat and dorky. Especially when he was with Myron.
With a seriously straight face, Lyle looked over at Myron. "I can't," he said plainly. "My boyfriend wouldn't really go for it."
"Your. . . Boyfriend?" Myron said, softly and slowly. He wasn't very gullible and Lyle only got that look when he was totally serious. He could tell his fake serious from his real serious and this was real serious. "You. . . Really have a boyfriend?" He asked, not really grossed out, but not really totally cool and fine with it. It was weird. This was they guy that he shared his spank bank with and decided to try to marry Carmen Electra. "O. . . kay," he said, letting it sink in a bit. It was still weird.
Lyle let that sit, secretly enjoying the look on Myron's face. It was pretty much how he expected any of his old friends to react. "I'm not gay," he said after a moment, stopping to lean against the nearest wall, arms crossed over his chest. "It's sort of... incredibly complicated. It started out as a business arrangement. He's my grower, and I wasn't takling at the time and he knew sign language, so it was just... business. We put up a front that we were a couple, nobody bothered me to find a girlfriend, we could grow in peace. I sell baked goods, he keeps the plants going. And somewhere along the way, things just got... real." He shrugged. "And now here we are. Technically, we're engaged, but that's not really the point."
"Wait. . . You sell baked goods?" Myron said, looking at Lyle as they stood in the empty hall way. "And your boyfriend is your grower?" He wanted to repeat to make sure he heard right. The Lyle he knew was straight edge as hell. That's why they worked. While Myron didn't want anything to do with drugs or alcohol because of his father, he found it a relief to be around Lyle because he didn't want to do that shit either. Now, here he was dealing pot brownies with his used to be fake, now real boyfriend/fiance. It was really bumming him out how much they'd changed and grown so far apart. "What happened to straight edge Lyle?" He asked.
Nodding in agreement, Lyle could practically feel the disappointment playing out in Myron's head. This was why he'd severed all ties to people, why he'd never gone home. He hadn't wanted to face this.
"Straight edge Lyle lost forty pounds, grew six inches, got turned into a vampire without knowing what was going on until the next morning, almost killed two people while feeding on them, and liked it." His eyes were set on the floor, not meeting Myroin's gaze even though his tone was flippant. "That's what happened to straight edge Lyle."
"Oh," Myron said. That was all he could say. He felt bad for Lyle, that all that shit had happened. It wasn't fair. Not one bit. They used to be real close and then college summer had happened and the phone calls turned to texts turned to emails turned to nothing. "I won't buy anything from you, but. . . You still wanna hang out a bit?" He asked. They were friends and he still wanted to be around Lyle if the other did.
Yeah, the "oh" was really all that could be said. Lyle could almost feel the pity rolling off his shoulders and it totally sucked. He didn't want Myron looking down on him like this. Chewing on his lip, he sighed. He expected some lame excuse now, about how it was good to see Lyle but he had to go, and do things, and then never talk to him again.
Looking up, surprised, Lyle smiled a little at Myron. "It's not a friend requirement to be a buyer," he said softly. "And I've got a pretty neat setup in my living room. Every system imagineable. I've kind of traded the comic books for video games."
"Cool," Myron said, smiling back when he heard about the games. "Have you played Assassin's Creed yet? It's pretty kick ass," he grinned a bit. Comic books were no longer their passion, but he could deal with video games. "I've got several systems in my dorm. I haven't been out a lot to the game shops, but I figured if I couldn't find anyone decent to be around, I'd fall on those," he chuckled.
Scoffing, Lyle pushed off the wall, slinging an arm around Myron's shoulders. "Um, yeah I've played Assassin's Creed. I've beaten it actually, and unlocked some of the bonus stuff. Seriously one of the best games ever made." Maybe they had grown apart, but at one point in his life, Myron had meant everything to him. They were closer than brothers, and that kind of bond didn't just vanish. "I've missed you, Tweak."
"Yes! Finally! Everyone I've talked to that has it hasn't gotten past the second level," Myron sighed. "I played it a few weekends ago for the fifth time. It's probably my favorite right now," he grinned. When two boys that shared a passion for comic books and were joined at the hip through high school, sharing ups and downs and Iron Man underwear, it was kinda hard to forget that. "Missed you too, dude," Myron said. "Been kinda lonely without you around so much."
"Being cool kinda sucks. I miss being a total dweeb. Well... not really but... you know. Most people don't appreciate my nerdy needs." Peyton had, but... well that was another topic that just needed to be skipped. "Come on. Let's go to my place and play something. You can meet Nico. You'll-" Pausing, Lyle swallowed his words. "Actually, you'll probably think he's really weird but... he's nice. And I like him, so... I dunno. He's sort of a dork?"
"This is true. Girls, or guys, kinda expect you to have this image to uphold and anime dvds that aren't porn don't really fall into that category," he sighed, glad he was able to hide his stash. "Cool," Myron said as he nodded. "His name's Nico?" Strange name for an apparently strange dude. "Dorks are cool in my book, you should know. Your the King Dork and I'm friends with you," he snickered.
Ruffling Myron's hair, Lyle scoffed. "At least I made royalty. You're my Dork Jester. Now come, little man... dance for me." This would be cool. Lyle had missed parts of his past, the people he's known once. TJS was fine, and he felt safe here, but it always felt like he'd entered witness protection and he'd had to give up his entire life. Maybe, with Myron here, he could get some of it back.
"Hey! Watch the hair!" Myron baulked as he tried to get away. "I am not the Dork Jester! That's your boyfriend in your weird sexual role plays!" He grunted, taking a running jump and hopping on Lyle's back, just like he used to. The other was a vampire now and Myron was skinny. He'd manage some how. Even if Lyle wasn't the Lyle he remembered, he at least had a friendly face around here and he wouldn't be so lonely anymore.