Post #2730301 in Remember, 1997, a roleplay on RPG

N O A H ◇ H E I Z E
Hex: #32127A
Location: Westview High Auditorium
Outfit: X The second Jaxon had walked out, the apartment engulfed Noah in absolutely silence. The blonde stood in front of the kitchen counter for several long minutes, contemplating whether to spend the day as a hermit or go out and do something productive. It was his day off for the week, and though it should have been Jaxon's too, the importance of a presentation took his best friend away from him. He let a sigh escape him as he flipped though cupboards and drawers, trying to find something to eat.

For reasons not yet known to him, he felt...uneasy. Maybe, in part or in most, it had to do with what had happened the night before. Noah's mind continued to run through the events back at the forsaken building. Not so much what had happened with Jaxon because, despite the blonde having accepted his apology, Noah fully planned on making up for it. No, his mind was not occupied by that, but instead it replayed the moments he had Chantal in front of him, like a bad indie record. The thought of running into the same Chantal from high school had terrified him, but now the thought that the girl he once loved more than himself had changed so much terrified him even more.

After preparing himself a good sandwich, the former sweetheart made himself comfortable on the couch with the remote in hand. Maybe another day he would be productive, but not today. His eyes quickly flashed to the phone on the couch beside him, wondering what he would have done if he still had Chantal's phone number. In all honesty, even after all this time, Noah still felt as if she could bend and twist him like a ball of puddy, and that just wasn't acceptable. While juggling his meal in one hand, Noah exchanged the remote for his phone and sent a quick text in Jaxon's direction in hopes that the guy was finished with work and would be willing to keep him company.

To: Jax
MSG: How's that beautiful jaw of yours doing?

J A X O N ◇ A B N E R
Hex: #4C0000
Location: Westview High Auditorium
Outfit: X

Much to Jaxon's delight, the cafe wasn't too full this time of day, but full enough to still be lively. His feet ached a bit from the couple of blocks he had walked, deciding some fresh air and exercise would do him good, and that the walk back to get his car would help with digestion. Had he not been checking his phone for message, he would have probably spotted Chantal walking out. He did, however, spot Jayson the second he walked in, sitting alone on the opposite side of the room. The blonde threw an involuntary eye roll in his direction, because out of all the time he had to respond to his message he had chosen to do it now?

After ordering his drink he took a seat, not even bothering to respond to the message. Jaxon guessed that, sooner or later, the guy would notice and try to come and make conversation. And sure enough, he did just that. "Hey, stud. Mind if I join you?" Jaxon's eyes peered through his long, dark lashes, his lips still connected to the drink's straw. He watched in silence as Jayson took a seat across from him without bothering to wait for Jaxon's response. "Oh, before you check that message, how would you like an escort to the bonfire tonight? You're going, no matter what you say." Jaxon strongly resisted the urge to laugh and finished the long sip of iced coffee he had been working before reaching across the table and taking one of Jayson's fries. "Pass" he said before popping the thinly fried piece of potato into his mouth. "I'd rather break my own leg...or yours." he added, finalizing his sentence with a slight smirk.

Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Noah's name flash across his phone screen, but he made no intention of answering or checking the message. The man could wait. Right now, Jaxon's focus was on getting rid of Jayson. Even if he was one of the better looking men he had seen in a while, it wasn't enough to convince him to waste another night with people that were now strangers, and possibly have to deal with Chantal's irritating ass. "I'm sure you've got prettier candidates to escort."

Snippet #2730301

located in San Francisco, California, a part of Remember, 1997, one of the many universes on RPG.

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