"See you soon." Sasha answered, automatically pressing the "end" button on his phone. Just before he set it down and turned away, he looked back at it, brow pinching. Had he finished with whatever was on his mind? Or had he cut him off?

Oh, well. Whatever it was, he could hear when he got to his house.

After taking a quick shower, Sasha fixed his hair, smiling at its color in the mirror when he was finished. Blue-black, like he'd wanted. Good. He grabbed an oufit, throwing it on along with a loose jacket, and headed out the door. Within a quarter of an hour, he was at Shane's door, knocking with a single knuckle.

When Shane hugged him, Sasha laughed and pulled him closer. After taking a quick glance around, he leaned down and kissed the top of Shane's head. When he pulled away, he sputtered out an apology, making Sasha's brow furrow. What had just happened? He'd hugged him and said hey, but that was all. Nothing worth an apology.

"Yeah, it's me," Sasha said, his face instantly brightening with a dazzling smile. He put a hand in his hair, shaking out the newly cleaned, fluffy locks. "Like my new hair? I just dyed it, actually. Smells nice, too, kinda like roses." he explained, his hand falling back to his side just as his hair fell into his face.

( :C That would've hurt Shaney's feelings, though. )
( ;u; Ballaaddd of Monnaa Lisssa is on.. that should provide good enough muse. )

When Sasha moved away, Shane pressed his own lips into a tight line. He was looking up at Sasha's hair, trying to figure out what about it made him fear Sasha. It made him apear to have a darker aura to Shane, maybe that was it. He was still his same, sweet self, so what made Shane so scared ( ;u; Alliterationn.)? He snapped back into reality just in time to hear Sasha's question. "Oh, uh, nope." He replied. "They don't live here. They're paying for it, though, until I get a job. They justed wanted me out, I guess." He said, followed by a nervous chuckle. He glanced down at his feet, but ended up looking at his pyjama pants instead, smirking.

After admiring the area around him, Sasha's jaw dropped when he heard Shane's explanation as to why his parents weren't around. "Jeeezus," he said, taking a step further into Shane's home. He let his gaze wander some more before he added, "You've got this place all to yourself? Damn... This sounds like the perfect place for some wild parties." A grin lit up his awed ex
pression, and then took Shane's hand. "Show me your room. I bet it's wicked."

"Absolutely!" Sasha exclaimed, not noticing any hurt Shane might have. He looked around as Shane led him to his room, eyes flicking from sight to sight and not lingering very long. Once Shane opened a door, Sasha's finally focused.

Now, he thought that Shane's room looked pretty nice. "Wow!" He took a step towards the nearest wall, looking at it and reading. "This is pretty awesome, Shane," Sasha commented, turning around and beaming at the other. He wasn't sure what else to say. After all, he was still taking in the rest of the walls.

Shane smiled a bit at Sasha's responce. "You should draw something. Maybe write something, too." He stood and practicly skipped to where Sasha stood. "You know. If you waaanaa." He looked at the pastel wall, too, taking in the words he'd written a long time ago. It probably had meaning when he wrote it, but he couldn't remember what it did, if it dad at all.

Shane stood close to Sasha when he looked at the walls. He had always liked close-ness and affection, but when his boyfriend or girlfriend didn't, Shane withdrew himself and let them decide when they would hug and when they would kiss and when they would snuggle. It didn't matter which way it was with Sasha, as long as there was atleast love. He was determined to make his relationship with Sasha last. He was determined to make it different; he was determined to be the best boyfriend Sasha had ever had.

Why Shane was setting such high goals for a relationship a week old, he didn't know. But, he was sure the was a reason. He just hoped it lasted long enough for him to discover what the reaosn was.

"N'much of an artist over here," Sasha mumbled, rubbing a hand into his neck. "However, I can tell you what I can do." he said, pulling Shane into his arms. He gave the smaller male a kiss on the nose, and then his lips moved down to Shane's.

Time to have a make out session with his boyfriend. It had been so long, Sasha almost felt like jumping up and down. Or rushing things and pushing Shane against a wall without the actual intention to do so.

Tilting his own head, Sasha closed his eyes, taking one of Shane's hands from his hips and holding it tight. He hugged the other male close, deepening their kiss as he pulled Shane onto his lap. Now Shane was above him, so Sasha tilted his head back and held both of Shane's hands in front of him.

Kissing someone like he was made him feel warm inside. He'd missed the affection of a relationship, and with Shane, he got it. Although Shane was a particularly awkward kid, Sasha liked that about him. It made him feel kind of like he was protecting him – from what, he had no idea. However, he felt like a knight in shining armor, always ready to save his love from a dragon.

Even though Shane felt like squirming away from Sasha, he didn't. His lack of kissing experience made him feel insecure, but Sasha had no why to know that. Instead, he lifted his arms up, holding their hands over their heads. He didn't really know what he was supposed to do, he wasn't going to be the one to try and suggest a french kiss. Not so soon. So for now, he sat on his boyfriend's lap, hands in the air, feeling vunerable.

"Hmm," Sasha pulled away from their kiss, smiling softly and looking down. His hands squeezed Shane's lightly for a moment, absentmindedly letting him know that he wasn't spacing...too much. "What do you want to do?" Sasha asked, looking back up at Shane, that same soft smile keeping its place on his lips.

"We could..." Sasha pondered for a moment. Oh, there was nothing to do in their town. Too boring! "Go out of town?" That was it. That wasn't boring, it was new and exciting. Especially when they got lost!

"Change?" Sasha questioned, blinking at Shane. For a moment, he was confused, and then he realized that Shane was wearing pajama pants. He laughed, reaching for them and tugging Shane back. "Change quick. The faster you do, the faster we can get on the road. It's the weekend, we can go wherever the hell we want." 

He sat back then, thinking of places to go. They could go a town over; it was much busier there, and more fun. He'd heard they had a fair in town, but that didn't really appeal to him. Past that town, though, they had a ranch or something. They could go horseback riding. If you knew how to ride, there were no attendants that followed you around and whatnot. That seemed romantic.

"I already know where we're going." Sasha announced, smiling a sneaky sort of smile.