A [P]OSSIBLE CASE OF CHRONIC BOREDOM;; Destroy and Prussia

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    IC;;
    To say he was surprised was the half of it. Between his smile, the way he laughed his head pounded in his chest. Looking down at his lunch he would glance up at the other very now and again praying not to get caught, "Please," he grinned. He hadn't known anyone else that carried around cereal, at least no since primary school.


    Munching away at his cereal he glanced up at Mitch with dark glowing hues. "Are you going to Kate's party tonight?" Mentally, his hopes were up. It was a Friday night. Originally he hadn't planned on even leaving the house, but it would be worth looking nice and actually doing something if Mitchell went.


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    Mitchell handed over some of his cereal and took some of Oren's. He loved that Oren loved cereal as much as he did, he thought it made them more compatible. "Yeah, I think I'm going," he answered. He had been planning on going anyway, but seeing his crush there would be a bonus.


    His dark eyes focused on his companion. He wanted to take in every last bit of him, so he wouldn't forget a thing.

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    IC;;
    "Really?" Oren gushed tilting himself towards the ebony haired man. In truth Oren hadn't realized or cared that he had suddenly gotten close to the other. He was to focused on the other, inky orbs meeting Mitchell's. It had been a very long time since he had found himself almost attached to another person in this way. Frankly, it scared him sh.tless.


    Subconsciously, the blonde had started bouncing slightly from where he sat continuing to watch Mitch. He had taken no notice to the five minute bell ringing for lunch to draw to a close.
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    Mitchell nodded. He felt his mouth move into a smirk. His own ebony orbs studied the blond with interest. What is this feeling? Mitchell asked himself, his heart bouncing in his chest.


    When, the bell rang he bit his lip. "D*mn..." he muttered, before finishing off his cereal. He quickly got his stuff together before he looked at Oren again. "So, I'll see you tonight?"

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    IC;;
    He answered with a quick jerk of his head, "Yes, sir." At this moment in time his lips were still over taken with a crooked smile. His heart seemed to flip flop in his chest while keeping an eye trained on his companion. He wasn't a stranger to the feelings of a brewing crush. The signs weren't a vague mystery. He had been through most of this once before.


    He shifted his backpack onto a single shoulder before turning his back to the brunette with a pang of sadness. In the end he highly doubted that he could let his feelings get much farther than this. "I'll see you tonight," he chirped, then heading to class. Since when would he be lucky enough to find another lad who felt the same ways he did? After that the day continued to drag on. His mind often wavered in Mitchell's direction only to cause a hear to rush to his face befoe going back to work. Before he realized it the party would be starting soon and he was quickly trying to ready himself.


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    Mitchell let a smirk snake its way onto his face again. "Alright then." After getting his desired reply, he weaved his way through the crowd and made his way out the door. Then, he went back to the bathroom to have another quick smoke, before he rushed into his next class.


    Every time he thought of Oren, he started to grin stupidly. He found himself doodling again, unable to think about something other than the blond. When school finally got out, he ran home faster than he ever had before. He raced up the stairs and into his room. Anxiously, he yanked his dresser open, dead set on finding the perfect outfit.

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    IC;;
    Oren fell back onto his his bed with a groan. He felt so... Plain, but had no other clue what to wear. To be honest he hadn't gone to a party before. Social events weren't usually his thing, but this time he said yes.


    The blonde ran his hands over his face trying to rid himself of the anxiousness building up inside him, but by bit. It couldn't be helped. A stupid little smile was on his lips knowing that the that Mitch was only half an hours wait away. A half an hour he knew would crawl by at an agonizing pace. In the end it had been decided that he was going to go with what he was wearing and ran down stairs to steel his mother's keys. "Bye mom!" His voice echoed through a near empty house. She wouldn't care, she rarely left the house anymore anyways.


    The drive took upwards of twenty minutes from his own home and another ten of dragging his feet to the door. Inside people had already begun to swarm.[ His Outfit]


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    Mitchell pulled a few outfits out of his drawers before he decided on one that suited him. He got dressed as quickly as he could. Then, he grabbed his phone, ran down the stairs, and then out the door. He didn't stop running until he reached Kate's house.


    Noticing that he was about 10 minutes early, he stopped to catch his breath. After a few seconds he went inside and found a drink. Then, he sat down and waited for Oren.

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    IC;;
    Three deep breathes. It took the blonde to the count if three deep breaths before deciding on entering. It seemed that only a few small swarms of classmates had decided to show up just yet. The music hadn't yet reschedule the point of blowing out an eardrum, but it certainly didn't fit the quote for being silent.


    Dark eyes started to scan the room he found was just inside the door. With a bit of luck an a glimpse of inky locks he found himself traveling in the direction of Mitchell. Whether or not he had been noticed yet was another thing entirely. "Hey," his tone was loud enough to be heard over the music, but showed his sheepishness. A delicate smile adorned his lips.


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    Mitchell smiled a toothy grin when he saw Oren. "Hey." He patted the place beside him, wanting Oren to sit there. He reached up and brushed a lock of ebony hair out of his eyes, so he could see his companion better.


    He offered his drink to the blond. "Want a taste?" he asked lightly. Normally, he'd be a grouch, especially at a party, but something about Oren brought out the best in him.

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    IC;;
    Before sitting Oren's dark daze lazily drifted over the other taking in his appearance. Realizing what he had been doing a flush formed on his face and he parked himself beside Mitch keeping his eyes directed away from him.


    At the offer he glanced the plastic cup over and shrugged. "Why not?" They were friends, right? His smile fell slightly. Although he brushed the though away. "Thanks," he spoke gentlysetting his hand on the couch only to have airbrush the others free hand. His flush grew and he quickly pulled away setting both in his lips. "Sorry."


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    Mitchell tried to hide the goofy grin on his face. His heart was doing somersaults in chest. Settle down you idiot, you'll blow your cover! he scolded himself, he looked away from Oren bashfully. Thankfully, he turned his head before a dark red blush spread across his pale features.


    He took a couple deep breathes, then he chugged the rest of his drink. "Be right back!" His voice cracked, and he swore under his breath. Then, he hurried to the drink table.

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    IC;;
    A laugh over came Oren at his friends sudden spout of behavior. It wasn't meant in a rude manner, but he found it kind of... Cute per say. "A-alright," he smiled from his position on the couch. Then again what if he had made the ebony fellow uncomfortable remembering that Mitch didn't know which way he went. He shook his head taking a deep breath and looked down to his hands.


    A sudden burst of nervousness came over him. The party was now in full swing with teenagers crowding most open spaces and then some.


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    OCC: I'm sorry I haven't been on, I've felt very sick over the past week.


    IC: Mitchell returned as quickly as possible with his drink. He didn't want Oren to think that he didn't want to be around him. It was just that he couldn't get a grip on his emotions, and he didn't want to give his sexuality away, out of fear he'd scare his new friend. So, he just plopped down next to Oren, wordlessly.


    He tried to think of something to say, but his mind went blank. Internally, he pleaded with himself to get a grip, still to no avail. So, he took a couple sips of his drink to calm his nerves.

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    IC;;
    "Better?" Oren smiled quaintly feeling the diverting in the cushion as his companion came back to sit once more. It was a welcoming smile. His eyes blazed with amusement and something else... There was this feeling within him. A burning, yearning for something. It wasn't painful, but at the same time it was.


    This time around he had one hand around his plastic cup and the other in his lap. The blush from before had all but disappeared from his face and his ears no longer felt hot. His form was hunched over on the couch as he watched the dark haired lad.


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    [It's alright! I hope you feel better, Prussia!!! ]
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    OCC: Thank you


    IC: Mitchell nodded furiously, a blush threatening to spread over his pale face. He took another drink in an attempt to calm his nerves. Just looking at Oren made his stomach somersault. Blushing, he looked away.


    What was this feeling? Mitchell had never recalled feeling something quite like this before, it was soft and gentle, but intense and fiery at the same time. "S-So..." Mitchell squeaked. He was cursing himself for letting his voice break.