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 SUN THAT I BELONG TO, ft. noah
Dec 2 2016, 08:28 PM
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owie didn't like being transparent, but sometimes he was.

Like, when he'd invited Noah to his friends' ("friends") wedding reception, he'd told him that all his other options were busy.

They both knew that he hadn't had any other options, which made it even more painfully obvious that Bowie probably genuinely wanted Noah to go with him. he probably genuinely liked him enough to take him to a wedding, something that'd involve staying up into the wee hours of the morning and possibly the awkwardness of a slow dance or two. (God, Bowie had hoped and prayed.)

He'd griped and groaned to Jamie about having to go for at least a week, but now he was starstruck - he was having fun. His edges had been rubbed smooth for the night by second hand smoke and proximity to Noah. He could feel himself unfurling as the night went on, unwilling to let even himself get in the way of making the most of the opportunity to get Noah all to himself. Again, he was being transparent. He'd been hanging onto Noah jealously for most of the night, not wanting anyone else to steal their time.

Unfortunately, duty called, and Bowie could only hold his bladder for so long. He'd excused himself for a moment, and when he returned, he hadn't been able to find Noah anywhere. The wedding had been small, apparently, but Jess and Kath seemed to have gone all out on the reception. The walls of the venue - a grotty community hall that'd been transformed by some dim lighting - were practically straining. Bowie figured now was as good a time as any to get some air and clear his head, so he slipped outside.

The street was painted orange and yellow by the streetlights. The pavement glittered with frost whenever a car drove past. Bowie watched as a couple stumbled out of the reception and into a waiting car. He dragged in another lungful of cold air and shivered. He felt as though someone had just poured a bucket of icy water over him while he was asleep, but it still wasn't enough to make him wake up and realise how silly he was being. He'd told Noah that he looked nice at least three times already. Something had to happen soon, before he embarrassed himself even more, or got his feelings hurt.

Dec 4 2016, 12:00 AM
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There was a few things wrong with this picture.

For one, Noah was wearing a suit. A full suit, and sure it was navy blue, but it was a suit. Two, Noah had showered earlier that day. Even had Edith stand outside the door and shout at him to remind him to wash his hair, behind his ears, his toes. It didn't matter that he was clean, not to Noah. But when his mother had learned Noah was going to a wedding, with a boy, well. She'd had a lot to say. She'd paid for Noahs suit to be dry cleaned - to rid it of the dust bunnies and wrinkles it had accumulated on the floor of his closet. For three, Noah was wearing cologne. Not a lot, but it was a miracle that he didn't smell like the usual pile of day old weed he always did.

It wasn't like Noah was trying to impress anyone. He honestly wasn't. Noah had never felt the need to impress anyone, he was totally comfortable and confident in himself. However, a wedding was a different circumstance. People were supposed to dress up, look nice. So Noah was. The blond was lazy, sure. He'd never get this cleaned up for himself. Noah wouldn't get himself out of bed if it were just for himself. The second that his friends needed something though, anything, Noah was there. Even if it meant showering, and walking to the dry cleaners.

When Bowie had asked Noah to this wedding reception, Noah hadn't been surprised. He'd taken Bowie saying all his other options were busy without batting an eye. Noah was the champion at being oblivious. The dopey blond was used to his friends being clingy or physically affectionate. He always rolled with it. Coming from Bowie, it might have taken him off guard, but Noah didn't note it more than that. His friends had always paid Noah enough love and care that Noah was also pretty blind to that. It had become commonplace.

Though, all this attention placed solely on him was new. Noah was glowing. Sure, he was dumb, but he took note when Bowie was hardly leaving his side. Noah did well enough in crowds, he could make friends in a second. People always warmed to his easy laugh and his relaxed nature. He never needed to follow friends around. It was nice, though, that Bowie didn't ditch him. Noah felt like he was getting drunk off the attention. Maybe that was the few drinks he'd gotten from the open bar too (always getting one for Bowie, as well).

When his date had slipped away to the washroom, Noah had taken to talking amiably to the people around him with ease. There was never any awkward areas with him. It was just a minute before he'd had the inkling to smoke though, and excused himself outside. It was fucking freezing but Noah had been making regular trips out. He wasn't addicted, but he liked the sociable aspect of smoking. Usually someone else Bowie and he had been talking to was going out for a smoke, so Noah had simply gone with. This was the first time he was going it alone.

It only took Noah another minute perhaps he should have told someone to tell Bowie where he was headed when he'd come back. Noah always thought of those things too late. So before he could light a joint he was turning right around to go back inside. Luckily, though, Bowie was coming out right that minute. Maybe someone had the wherewithal to tell Bowie where Noah was. For just a moment, Noah looked at the way the low lights spilled over Bowies face and shoulders. Then he was walking up to him and smiling and bumping their shoulders together amiably. He waited until he had Bowies attention, then signed as well as spoke. "Bowie! Bowie you're gonna freeze to death out here man!" but Noah was already pulling out his lighter and standing far too close to Bowie. It was for the warmth of them both, and because Noah had no boundaries (or grasp of the obvious feelings of his friend)..

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BY MITZI
Dec 4 2016, 03:29 PM
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t was cold in that bitter, dry way that dehydrated unprotected hands and bit apples into cheeks. Bowie could imagine what the night sounded like - still, and distant. He curled his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket and contemplated going back inside, but despite the cold, it was a relief to be alone for a moment. Bowie's thoughts were not being quiet that night, perhaps to make up for the absence of loud music and the hubbub of lots of people.

There was a jolt of panic when another body knocked into his, making his toes curl and his heart stop for a moment. It faded swiftly when Bowie's eyes fell on Noah's face though, and tingled into nothingness. Now, he felt embarrassed. They'd been around other people all night, and it'd felt easier to hide behind a facade when they weren't alone. The corners of Bowie's mouth reluctantly twitched south even so. He didn't even inch away like he normally might have. "I'm okay," Bowie replied. Like Noah, he both spoke and signed, though the cold was eating away at the dexterity of his skinny fingers. "It is pretty cold though."

Ah... the weather. A sub-category of small talk that Bowie found particularly boring. He just couldn't think of anything else to say. Noah had been making his head empty itself with increasing frequency as of late. Bowie didn't know how to feel about that. It made his crush feel even more real, but it also made him feel awkward and vulnerable.

Bowie ducked his head and resigned to just watching Noah for a moment. He had to remind himself sometimes that there was never any rush with the blond, that Noah wasn't going to laugh if the first thing that came out of his mouth wasn't intelligent. Bowie surprised himself by daring to step in a bit closer to Noah, under the pretence that standing closer was going to do something to shield them both from the cold. "It's going okay, right? You're having fun?" Noah seemed like he was enjoying himself. Everyone they'd spoken to seemed to love him, and Bowie hadn't once got the feeling that he wanted to leave. "Because I'm having fun. And I'm not sure I would be if you weren't here."

Bowie's hands had stilled in his pockets around the same time he'd started being too distracted by his honesty to think about signing. He wasn't as good at sign language as Noah was. Bowie looked away, finding relief in staring at the streetlight on the opposite side of the road. "I'm really happy you came, Noah."


Dec 8 2016, 11:39 PM
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Noah wasn't bright. He didn't go about trying to decode people's feelings or actions. The blond was happy to let people be. What the did, thought, or felt was their business. If they wanted to talk to him about it, then he was all ears. Judgment never came from him, and never would. Noah simply wasn't wired that way. Bowie could be grumpy, aloof, abrasive, a jumbled handful of all things negative. Noah, however, took none of this into accord. Instead he looked at the fact that Bowie spent time with him, that he involved Noah in his films, that he'd invited him here and had to other places as well. There was nothing that made Bowie a bad person. There was sweetness under all of it, or just...something. That Noah attached to, that attracted him. Bowie's company was always welcomed.

As much merit as Noah seemed to give himself, he never gave much to himself. That wasn't to say that he was self-conscious. Noah wasn't exactly over confident either. If someone were to ask him what was good about himself, he'd shrug and smile. Maybe tell a story of one time how he ate a can or how he slept for almost seventeen hours. Everyone always had something to be proud of, even if it was something small like that. It was almost absurd, how much Noah simply let life happen. Stress didn't seem a thing to worry him. Conversations were easy, friends, work, life. Noah simply coasted. And perhaps he could influence others to feel the same.

"Of course I'm having fun!" glee was spread all over his face, even in his posture. Noah was cold, but he wasn't letting it get to him. He'd contented himself with shivering fingers and shuffling his legs to try and keep some warmth to his body. It was pleasant to have Bowie shuffle closer too. Noah was sure it helped. "There's a lot of chill people here. It looks - really sparkly in there too, yanno? Like all the damn lights, man," Noah enthused, hands detailing the way they sparkled and shone. There was no surprise in the fact that Noah was a stranger to fancy events. This wasn't so high class that someone like Noah seemed out of place. He wasn't the only one smoking joints instead of cigarettes, and not the only boy with long hair.

"Ohhh! I'm glad you're having fun, too! You seem like you are, it's a good night," Noah was smiling bright, his lips almost cracking in the dry, winter air. The air bit against his cheeks, but he felt warm to the face. Almost as if he were blushing. It was - it was all this attention. Noah was hardly around just one person. He let the smoke he'd inhale tumble out in a laugh as Bowie spoke again. "You're too sweet, Bow. Thanks for inviting me. It's good. We still gotta have a dance though, right?" there was a lot of hope in his voice and hands. Weddings were never complete without at least some dancing. Noah had been itching to go dance, cause it was a lot of fun

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BY MITZI

Dec 24 2016, 07:27 AM
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oah's glee made Bowie feel a little ill. There were probably people dotted all over Chicago who'd taken a liking to that face. (How could they not when goodness seemed to spill out of the crack of Noah's smile?) There was probably a comparable sunbeam somewhere out there who was perfect for him in every single way, so really, Bowie had no chance. For a moment it didn't even matter that Noah had agreed to come to the wedding reception with him, because all he could feel was hopelessness welling up in the pit of his stomach.

Bowie couldn't stay sad for long though. He wanted to make the most out of everything. He watched Noah's fingers as they illustrated the lights that'd been strung up around the reception, and then his own copied. "They're pretty," Bowie agreed lamely. His mind spouted something embarrassing about how Noah's prettiness outshone the the lights. Especially when he was under them, with their dimness making him look soft and warm and like Bowie wanted to curl up somewhere with him. Thankfully, his brain-to-mouth filter was in working order, so he didn't embarrass himself. Much. Sometimes Bowie wondered what would happen if he spoke his mind more often. He reiterated plenty of the mean stuff that he thought, but that was different. That didn't expose him. "I can't wait for the Christmas lights to go up."

With the brief pang of uneasiness finally circling the drain, Bowie felt content again. Despite starting to wish that he'd put his thermal vest on, nothing could ruin his mood. He inhaled some of the smoke that'd spilled out of Noah's mouth and swallowed the need to cough. "We can dance. That'd be cool," Bowie agreed, perhaps a bit too hastily. It was obvious now that he'd spent a good hour last night fantasising about Noah asking him if he wanted to dance. At least, it was in Bowie's mind. "I suck at dancing," he added. Even when he'd been able to hear the music, he'd had a hard time coordinating his body to it.

Dec 28 2016, 03:49 PM
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All of the people Noah had ever dated or hooked up with were vastly different. He didn't have a type. There was something to love in everyone. And perhaps Noah was too chill about relationships, like everything, but it had never turned bad for him. Despite any talk about the 'curse on the Wojcieszak family'. It was really only Noah's mom that had the bad luck, which he did feel sad about. For her, because she went through so much. But that was where Noah got his resilient happiness from, she always bounced back, more positive than ever. Despite all the bad stories he'd ever heard, everyone deserved a chance.

Being with Bowie had always filled Noah with a warm glee. There was something about his face, about the way he signed and talked, those nimble fingers. Bowie wasn't ever afraid to speak his mind, which may have come across as rude, but Noah appreciated it. He'd rather that than someone holding everything back. It opened up conversation. And of course, Noah loved talking. As much as he tended to ramble. "I can't wait either!! They make everything so - soft? Yanno, and colorful. Like someone put too much water in the koolaid mix. Oh!! You should totally come to the trash house's Christmas jam! I don't know when it's gonna be, before Christmas sometime," he had a hard time remembering to talk and sign a bit slower, especially when he got off on tangents. Noah couldn't wait for Christmas to come, to spend dinner with his mom and to have a party with the rest of trash house. It made cold days like this worth it.

Noah had been thinking of dancing with Bowie, and dancing in general. Because what else did you do at a wedding reception? Usually Noah never spent much time dancing, usually at parties he was stationed out on his bean bag chair, joint in hand. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy it when the opportunity arose, though. Usually one of the roommates would pull him up and spin him around the room. "Sick man!" he said excitedly. "Don't worry about it! I'm no casanova - is that the guy? Who - whoever's good at dancing wow lol," Noah chuckled at himself, all rosy cheeked and not at all shamed at his own ditsy behavior. "We can just follow each other, that works, right?" Noah knew a little bit of dancing from going to his one sisters prom with her. Mostly he danced with the youngest of them all, and she would stand on his feet. Noah doubted Bowie would want to do that. Puffing out one last cloud of smoke, Noah looped an arm around Bowies shoulder, enjoying the fair bit of warmth it brought him. "C'mon, we should get inside, yeah?" it was more than awkward to sign at this angle, and he knew Bowie couldn't see his mouth unless he were to turn his head, which would bring them at a dangerously close proximity.

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BY MITZI

Jan 29 2017, 10:06 AM
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here weren't many people in Bowie's circles of friends who made an effort to invite him to things (it was usually a given that he'd invite himself if he wanted something to do), but Noah was different. His invitation to the trash house's Christmas party still took Bowie by surprise for a moment. But, even with alcohol warming his insides, he recovered quickly. "Make sure it's not on the 24th," Bowie requested, as though his presence was really what was going to make or break the party. He felt so warmed by Noah's excitement, and wished that there was some way to bottle the sensation. Bowie barely even cared that he was having to go the extra mile to catch everything that Noah was telling him. "I'm going to my grandparents' for dinner that day. For the first day of Hannukah?"

For someone who's life revolved around films, Bowie often felt jaded by fiction. Life might have imitated art, but it did so poorly. His relationship with his mum hadn't made him interesting or different, but rather tired and a touch insecure. No one had fallen in love with him during a mix up in Starbucks, but he had once ended up with a pumpkin spice latte spilled down his favourite sweater. His high school crush hadn't gone with him to prom, because he'd been straight. It hadn't been ironic, or funny. It'd just been a little bit disappointing.

And yet: Bowie was now with a boy who wanted to dance with him. The night was better and more real than anything that Bowie had ever watched on a screen.

"Did you say 'lol'?" asked Bowie. Even the way he finger spelled 'lol' suggested an amused sort of disdain. He knew that he should have left it, but the alternative would have been thinking about and potentially baring how he felt to Noah again. Unfortunately, ignoring his feelings got significantly harder when the blond put an arm around his shoulders. "Yeah. It's too cold out here," Bowie replied, not bothering to sign so he could instead fold his arms tightly. What else was he supposed to do with them? Put one around Noah's waist?

That wasn't actually a bad idea. It probably beat holding himself rigidly next to the other man until Noah let go, which Bowie really, really didn't want him to do. He puffed out restlessly and then slid one arm stiffly around the blond's waist.

The warmth was enough to stop Bowie shivering the moment they got indoors. The DJ was playing something with a heavy beat - Bowie could feel it reverberating inside of him. He led Noah over to the edge of the dance floor, then regretfully let go so that he could turn to stand in front of him. "Shall we?"


OOC: 100 years later... omf.

Feb 11 2017, 06:42 PM
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It wouldn't be surprising if Noah invited anyone he came across to the trash house party. It was huge either way, all of the residents had so many friends. That was what was good about the party, though. With all the people, all the conversations and music, it was always a good night. Anything could happen. For their Christmas parties they tried to do a bit of a gift exchange sometimes, or wrangle everyone together for a picture. Noah almost always ended up covered in tinsel, and under the mistletoe. Inviting Bowie was special, because Noah was pretty sure he hadn't come to a party proper yet. It was almost payback for Bowie inviting him here. "Of course not, oh my god! I know uh - Rain doesn't really celebrate Christmas, but Edie's got her like...Hindu thing. I'm going to my moms, to hang with my sisters," he said with glee. Noah adored his family. His youngest sister was still at the age that she shook the rest of them awake for presents, and demanded cookies. "That's super cool though, aw! I'll make sure you can come, don't worry Bow."

"You bet I did!" he responded enthusiastically. How else was Noah to let someone know he thought something was funny? (Besides....laughing). Noah hadn't looped his arm around Bowies shoulders for any particular reason. He was a physical person, and enjoyed being touchy. Bowie had been figuratively hanging off him all night, anyway. Noah was just connecting the last dots. However, he did feel something when Bowie tucked his arm around Noah's waist. Noah couldn't have hoped to describe what he felt, except maybe it was like the lights spilling around them. Warming away the coldness of the night, surrounding him. There, unnoticed, but still part of his consciousness. Noah needed to be a lot more high to think like that. And he didn't really want to be, because being with Bowie felt good enough.

Inside, it was so much warmer. Noah brushed his hair back with a free hand, absolutely beaming at everyone around them. He could have guessed Bowie would take them to the edge of the dance floor. He was perceptive, when he wanted to be. Normally, Noah was as laid back of a dancer as he was a person. It involved a lot of slumping and swaying to the beat. He wasn't really sure if Bowie would want to dance like they were at a high school dance, trying to stay close together despite the supervisors. So he started to move independently to the music. He was entirely ready to pull Bowie into dancing if he had too, or whatever else came his way.

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BY MITZI

Feb 12 2017, 11:56 AM
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owie was starting to feel as though that night was important. He was being given a chance to be with Noah without any of Noah's friends around, and he had to make the most of it. Perhaps now was his chance to do something about how he felt? What did he have to lose?

Bowie knew that in five minutes time - in less than five minutes - he would have changed his mind. He would realise that he had everything to lose. His pride. His self-respect. He'd even lose the coming week to moping around and feeling sorry for himself. But, if there was one thing Bowie could be sure of, it was that he probably wouldn't lose Noah, even if he didn't feel the same way.

He watched the blond dance skeptically for a moment, then inched closer, copying Noah. Bowie itched to ball his hands up into fists and shove them in his trouser pockets, but he didn't. Instead, they found the back of Noah's neck and laced together gently. "Noah..." Bowie started, realising too late that he hadn't really come up with much of a plan beyond trying to dance with Noah, rather than with Noah. Shit. His face started to feel hot, which should have been impossible, given how warm the room already was. "What are your sisters like?"


OOC: ME TOO!!! babies <333

Feb 17 2017, 06:32 PM
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When Bowie looped his arms around Noah's neck, Noah was quick to loop his arms around Bowies waist. Part of him was waiting for that, wanting for it. The other part was surprised he'd been waiting for it. Noah didn't think much about it, just moved to the music with hs friend. He never thought of Bowie much as a dancing person, but this was a nice change. This was a nice night. He'd probably be thinking that for months after the fact. It felt - special.

Their closeness was warmth, and Noah could smell Bowie's shampoo or detergent or cologne. He was glad Bowie could read lips so they could still talk - and not really worry about the loudness of the music. At least not on Bowies part. "Oh! They're wonderful!" Noah's entire face lit up, more than before if that was even possible. "I love them all so much. Zinnia is...uh...twenty? She's so sick, she's like my best friend! We skateboard together all the time. Theres Posey too, she's so cute. Such a sullen emo teenager, yanno? Kinda reminds me of you!" Noah made that sound like a good thing, somehow. Not like an insult. "Violets really quiet, but I always color with her. She loves art and crafts, fucking amazing and inspiring, yanno? Like...you too, ahaha. Rue's just a tiny thing, loves school, loves....everything, pretty much. She's the best at braiding hair. And Aspens the youngest! She's just eight? I think? Ahaha wow I'm a terrible brother. I'm teaching her to skateboard though!! She loves hanging out at the trash house, I swear she thinks she lives there rather than with my mom. They're all so wonderful, god I love them," Noah smiled, reminiscing about them all. He missed his sisters, living with them, but living with his friends was also wonderful. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?" he asked happily. Noah couldn't really recall Bowie ever talking about siblings, but that didn't mean he didn't have any.

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BY MITZI

Feb 25 2017, 10:51 PM
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owie had been annoyed at himself for guiding the conversation over to Noah's sisters, but the moment the blond began to reply, he wondered why. He might have lost his chance to profess his feelings, but he got to watch Noah speak about his sisters. The love he had for them was obvious - it seemed to shine out of his every pore. Bowie could lose himself in watching Noah talk at the best of times, but that night everything was both softer and more intense than usual. He enjoyed it even more than he normally would have done. "You're not a terrible brother," Bowie told Noah firmly, "if anything, you sound like a really good brother."

The other boy's hair tickled his fingers where they rested, practically begging to be played with. As idly as possible, Bowie gently twisted a blond strand around his index finger. "I have a little brother, but he feels more like my nephew or something," he told Noah. "Ozzy. He's a lot younger than me - three this year." Sometimes, for a number of reasons, Ozzy made Bowie feel irrelevant. His mum'd had him young, out of wedlock and with a man who clearly hadn't intended to stick by her, but Ozzy? Ozzy's conception had been perfect in every single way. Bowie didn't dwell on it too much, because any bitterness he felt was vastly outweighed by how much he loved his baby brother.

Mar 3 2017, 07:45 PM
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Having a big family was something Noah had loved. They didn't need a paternal figure (Noah definitely didn't count). Everyone always helped his mom when they could. Zinnia was a lot more responsible than Noah was, or at least not as lazy. But his mom loved them all the same. Noah was her first baby, and even if she always called him an idiot, they had such a close bond. He'd do anything for her, and for any of his family. His friends too, because they were just as much his family. That was the funny thing about Noah. He was lazier than lazy could be. But as soon as it came to someone he cared about, he'd do anything. Take a shower, learn sign language. Noah might have been lazy, but he cared very deeply.

"Ohhhh, thanks Bowie. You're gonna make me all....full of myself and embarrassed," Noah felt like there was a word for what he was feeling, but didn't have the brains to think of it. He pressed himself closer to Bowie, kind of like a hug mid-dance. Their cheeks pressed together and Noah almost nearly kissed Bowies cheek. But he had to pull back to respond to the fact that Bowie had a baby brother. "Oh my god! So tiny! I love it, oh my god," Noah....loved babies. They were just oodles of cute that never stopped. Sure, they were messy and fussy and didn't do much but...so was Noah. Bowie playing with Noah's hair tickled, but he loved it. "I bet you're a great older brother. Could I meet him sometime? And....your grandparents, right?" Noah seemed to remember that was who Bowie was either raised by or lived with or was close too.

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BY MITZI

Mar 4 2017, 07:31 AM
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owie remembered how annoying he used to find Noah. He still did find him annoying, if he was being honest, but not that irritation was tinged with fondness. He couldn't believe that there'd ever been a time where all he'd wanted was to be as far away from Noah as possible, to save his brain cells from rotting, or something. Now Bowie was pretty sure that he'd let his brain crumble if it meant he could stay in this moment forever. "You're embarrassed?" Bowie asked as Noah pressed up close. He couldn't imagine Noah being embarrassed - he seemed too chill for that. Bowie's stomach fizzed as their cheeks slid together, soft and warm. He knew Noah was affectionate with everyone, but Bowie wanted to believe that this meant something, even if it did end too soon. He appreciated Noah being so considerate about making sure that he could keep up with the conversation.

Bowie had been able to feel his hands shaking for the past five minutes. He hadn't thought it was possible, but Noah asking if he could meet his brother and even his grandparents made the shaking more intense. That had to mean something, he told himself. "You want to meet my family?" asked Bowie slowly. He wouldn't have been surprised if Noah was on a first name basis with all of his friends' parents and grandparents, but still; Bowie wanted to stay hopeful. "I mean, yeah. You can. Could I meet your sisters?" He felt as though he was starting to walk into dangerous territory, so Bowie considered each step as carefully as possible. Somehow, he doubted that would be enough to keep himself from sticking his foot in his mouth.


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"Maybe? I dunno, ahaha. It's like, when someone tells you something and it just makes you feel all warm and glowy inside and want to say 'aw shucks' or something like that?" Noah had to remove an arm around Bowie's waist to do air quotes (they were important), but returned it just as quick. "Besides, not a lot of people compliment me," he said with a shrug. Sure, they said he was funny and sweet, but Bowie's compliment felt deeper than that. There wasn't a lot to compliment Noah on. Not that he was a bad guy, just never did much of anything. Noah didn't need compliments or validation, but he wasn't about to reject them. It made him feel good, better than usual.

It was true, Noah knew a lot of his friends parents by name. He was never the kid was awkward around them. He'd goad them to tell embarrassing stories, joke around with them. They'd treat Noah like their own kids, even knowing to tell him to clean up after himself. "Of course I do!! You're a really good guy, and totally cool. So your family must be too!" he said cheerfully. He'd love to meet Bowie's family, he hadn't heard much about them, but they must be nice. Most parents liked Noah, despite his drug use and general....lazy behavior. Though, most people liked Noah. He just had that quality about him. "Dude!!! Of course you can! They'd love you! I'm teaching Aspen sign, she's got a friend whos hard of hearing. My moms super great too! She's a good cook, you should come by for dinner!" he was, again, absolutely beaming. Bowie meeting his family seemed like the best idea ever. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it earlier. "Just a warning, though. My sisters might try to braid your hair or paint your nails. Not that you need to be anymore pretty," his sisters just liked doing that to anyone, and Noah, of course was totally chill with it. "You'd look pretty cute with lil ponytails though," he added, and raised his hand again to run it through Bowie's hair. It was soft, and Noah had to assume it was okay cause Bowies own shaking hands were in his hair..

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F
uck. Noah was precious. Bowie had noticed the same thing a couple of times before, but unlike then, he was a tiny bit tipsy now. More in tune with his softer feelings, less likely to pay attention to the negativity he held inside of him. "Aw, shucks," Bowie echoed quietly. He smirked affectionately at Noah. It was harder to keep a conversation going where they were, but for once, Bowie didn't feel stressed about it. "I don't get why," he told Noah, "you're... a really good person, Noah." But then, he also didn't seem like someone who needed a lot of approval from other people. He seemed quite self-sufficient in that department. So was Bowie.

Bowie tried to imagine how his parents and grandparents and Ozzy would react to Noah. He knew that his mum would love him, and Ozzy too, probably. his step-dad would probably take while longer to warm up to Noah, but it was Bowie's grandparents that he was worried about. They wanted the very best for their grandson now that they'd got over him being gay, and they had a very specific idea of what 'the very best' was. (This entire scenario, of course, took place in a fantasy world where Noah was Bowie's boyfriend.) "I'd love to come over at some point," he replied, feeling just a bit nervous as he spoke. He had to remind himself that Noah inviting him over wasn't really that big of a deal. At least, Bowie didn't think it was. "Is that what they do to you when you go home?" Bowie couldn't help but smile at the thought of Noah being made over by all his sisters. He wondered if he got a lot of attention, being the only boy. "Me and my mom used to get manicures together all the time when I was younger. It's fine."

Bowie's voice trailed off a bit towards the end of his sentence. He was distracted by Noah's hand in his hair. He knew not to think too much into it - Noah was an affectionate person. But it really did feel like more than that. "I might have lied," Bowie said so abruptly that he even started himself. "I didn't invite anyone else. You weren't an afterthought."

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