( Kissyfais. <33 )

Since Shane woke up, he'd walked around his appartment aimlessly. He hated the feeling of being alone, even though it was his choice to move out on his own. His parents payed for his appartment and furnished it, and he felt bad, because he was barely ever there. He didn't really go anywhere, either, just walked around in the woods that were behind the appartment complex or causeing problems with his friends, but he wasn't much of a trouble maker, so he was normally left out; he didn't even mind it anymore.

Shane had already called Sandii that morning, and she got upset with him when he told her she couldn't call him 'baby' like she had grown used to doing. He thought it was cute, and he let her keep calling him that even though he wasn't her boyfriend anymore. Now that he was happy with Sasha, he didn't want that to ruin it, and he was afraid he would.

It was times like this when Shane wished he could be with his boyfriend and his family at the same time, but they had made sure he knew that they only approved of him bieng with a girl when he brought up the subject. He didn't care, he couldn't help who he loved. If it was a guy, it was a guy and he didn't know why they couldn't understand that.

Shane, like everyone else, had his favorites even though he knew he shouldn't. And, since he couldn't just show up, knock on said favorite's door, grab his favorite by the shoulders and kiss them like he wanted to, he did the secong best thing, flipping his phone open and dialing Sasha's number.

( :C Ohmygod I'm so sick this might not make sence.
Well I'm just blaming it on my sickness. If it doesn't make sence, it's 'cause I so dumb. )

( Well done. xD That was a good post.
I particularly liked where you referred to Sasha as his favorite. Or, rather, implied it.
...
o3o )

Well, today was the day he had to dye his hair again. His parents had definitely not approved of the pinkish purple and purplish blue he'd dyed his hair to; he liked it, though. Sasha had told his parents he'd made a bet on a school football game and lost, so that was why he had to dye his hair that color. It was a complete and utter lie; Sasha just wanted his hair that color.

His parents, particularly his father, were annoyed. They told him he'd have to die his hair back to a normal color within the week; he told them the bet lasted until the end of high school. In the end, they negotiated...four months. And four months was as long as he could keep his hair all pansy-like, no longer.

Sasha was in the bathroom, blue-black hair dye in hand when Shane called. He glared at his phone, but his glare softened to a smile when he saw who was calling. Leaning down, he poked the "Talk" button on his phone, then the speaker button. "H-hello?" he said, stuttering slightly because of his awkward, multi-tasking state.

( Cain does that.
He once kicked his friend in the face. )

"Ah," Sasha looked at his phone. "Dividing by zero? And, uh," He broke out laughing, accidently squeezing the dye too hard and causing some of it to drop. Whatever Shane was doing over the phone, he didn't want to know. Instead, he'd just laugh his crazy head off and die a little from the lack of air.

"Okay, okay, sorry," he said finally, gasping for air. "I was laughing. At...er, something that happened. Don't worry about it." He smiled encouragingly, as if Shane could see it. But, he couldn't, so Sasha was smiling at himself in the mirror.

Sasha got back to trying to dye his hair again. "So, Shaney," he said. "what's up, baby?"

( SHANEY. FFFFF. C: ILU. )

Shane smiled when Sasha laughed. He liked Sasha's laugh. He was going to ask what was funny when Sasha pretty much told him not to. "Oh, uh," Now that he was in his bedroom, he was pulling at his pants, trying to get them off. They finally slipped off, and he threw them behind his bedroom door. "Just thinking about stuff~" He chirped, pulling a new pair of pajama pants on. How he did it with one hand, he didn't know. "I miss you~" He cooed, walking back towards his door.

"Miss you too," Sasha said a little loudly, not completely aware of the volume of his voice. Mostly because he was concentrating on not dying his eye. He blinked when he realized how loud he'd spoken, and made a mental note to avoid doing that again. He didn't want his parents to notice him.

Being careful with his voice again, Sasha asked, "What are you thinking about, Shaney?" He actually was wondering, he wasn't just asking to fill up the empty air that belonged to conversation.

With a smile, Sasha commented, "That's sweet," and proceeded to walk out of his bathroom and into his bedroom, promptly sitting down in the chair by his desk. Now he had to wait for the dye to work its magic. "School stuff?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Like what? I'm pretty sure I don't have much to worry about right now... Thinkin' about graduation, college? I've already applied to a few undergraduate schools, and I don't even know what the h I wanna be."

( Yes. He says, "What the h." )

( xD Sasha doesn't know, either! )

Cocking an eyebrow, Sasha answered, "Depends on how you look at it." He trotted into the kitchen, retrieving a grape soda from the fridge and then returning to his room. Once he popped the top, he took a swig and added, "Or, you know. What you wanna be. Maybe you wanna start at a community college first, then go to a better one. That way, you can set off applying for a while." He took another drink, giving himself a moment to think. "Or, you can start applying junior year. I started this year, so I guwess I'm scrambling to get my college-boy act together." Sasha laughed brightly. He never really worried about college unless he sat down and thought about it.

( xDD Aww. They can be bums together! <333 )

Shane finally released his hair, finding a few blonde strands of hair in his palm. He frowned, throwing it to the floor. "I don't know if I even want to go to college," Shane admitted, clutching his phone tigher. What if Sasha thought that meant he was a bum? "I kinda want to be an artist." He smiled again. "Panting things and taking pictures and such!" He chirped, adding that in for no apparent reason.

Shane felt hungry, but he knew full well all that was in his kitchen was Cheetos, Spagghetti O's (eue) and maybe soda. Maybe he'd go out to eat, it sounded like it would be fun.

( xD Lololol. )

Once again, Sasha laughed his bright laugh. "Shaney, you silly, silly, silly boy." he said, suddenly feeling the urge to push the tip of Shane's nose in. "Artists go to college, too." he told him, picking up a lock of his hair and rubbing it in between his thumb and index finger. The dye left his fingers a bluish-purple color, which he rubbed off onto his jeans. "Seems like ya gotta go to college for everything nowadays, no?"

Sasha cocked an eyebrow. "Well, that's a poor career choice," he said, crossing his legs and taking a short drink from his soda. "If it's a career at all, that is." Bending down, he reached under his chair for his laptop, setting it on his desk once he retrieved it. He opened it up and clicked the "on/off" button. "Me? Oh, well, nothing much. Drinking grape soda and waiting for my computer to boot, that's pretty much it." He didn't want to tell Shane about his hair; he'd rather have him see for himself.

( xDD He punched himself. Das coote. )

"I should, shouldn't I?" Sasha mused, a curious ex
pression spreading over his features. "All right, I will," he decided, smiling in confirmation. He was about to stand and grab his keys, when he remembered the dye in his hair. "Sh.it," he hissed under his breath, and said louder, "Uhmm, gimme a second, will you, Shaney? I gotta shower real quick, then I'll come over." The thought excited him some. Shaney would be the first to see his new hair!