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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.

takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.

... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.

pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Relationships are built on compromise.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

We will have a proper compromise once you can assure me that you will not fall asleep when we go out tonight.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ eyes go round. ]

. . . I won't. Promise. I'll have some pixie sticks.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Then I give my word that I will turn my phone off for the evening. Is this an adequate form of compromise for tonight?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ can't help but flushing in contentment at that. ]

The entire evening.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods, reiterating his words: ]

The entire evening.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ holds up his pinky finger. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow at it in confusion. after a long pause he holds up one of his own, still looking rather perplexed. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't miss a beat, hooking his pinky finger around michael's own. bobs their connected hands up & down. ]

Cross your heart and hope to die.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Why in the world would I do such a thing?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares for a long moment. ]

It's only courtesy. I am your significant other.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

So I am to assume that crossing my heart and hoping to die is a sign of affection and utmost devotion?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It's a long-held tradition.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Trust is a leading foundation in stable, healthy relationships. [ removes his hand, going back to his food. ] Promising in such a childish manner does not help.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Only 'cause that's not the whole thing.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Are you implying that you are an expert at relationships?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

Just. . . this part. The promising part.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

And are those promises still fully intact?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ pokes at his food. ]

Most of them. Sort of.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ watches him for a moment. eventually sighs, lifting his hand again with his pinky finger extended, hovering it in front of anthony's face. ]

Then we should make sure that this promise will be unshaken.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks up & slowly (shyly) hooks his pinky with michael's again. ]

Yeah. I'll try. [ really hard. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Do not try. Just do. [ shifts his hand so that he's holding anthony's instead, the contact light but firm. ] And I will do the same.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns that grip into something tight, as if he's hanging onto a lifeline. or stopping himself from doing anything foolish preemptively. ]

. . . Cross our hearts and hope to die?

1/2

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ & he'll allow the grip, squeezing back in wordless assurance. nods. ]

I will take the risk of having a needle pierce my eye as well.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ pauses, thinking that over briefly. looks slightly determined at his revelation. ]

That is how the rest of the saying goes, correct?