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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * (PART THREE (OVERFLOW)


GENERAL RULES;

IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
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♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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FORMAT OF PROMPTS;


♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
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♥ no "!" in pairings, only in descriptions. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark, FacebookCreator!Eduardo, CFO!Mark)
♥ anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Sean/Other)
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FILLS;


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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.
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Eduardo/Mark, Chris/Dustin

(Anonymous)
Set in a modern day high school in which Eduardo and Chris are bffs and HIPSTERS!!!1!!!!!!1 Like, the whole nine yards. Chris’ favourite band is Crystal Castles and Eduardo’s is The Black Keys and they wear oxfords and ties and glasses they don’t need and have photowalls and flickrs and go to Coachella together. Talk about how pretentious Conor Oberst has gotten and argue about who the better indie rapper is: Chris likes Kid Cudi, Eduardo thinks his rapping is bullshit and his loyalties lie with OFWGKTA.

Mark and Dustin are two lonely nerds who have been pinning after the hipster duo since grade school. It’s their senior year and they want to score. Dustin has a plan: GAIN SOME HIPSTER CRED. Dustin goes full out, changing the way he dresses, starts making Chris mixtapes by googling the words indie song + boyfriend and Mark is a little more subtle, though he stalks Eduardo’s flickr and last.fm to find out what he really likes.

CRAZY WOOING AND COURTING SHENANIGANS INSUE THAT EVENTUALLY END IN SCORING AND MAYBE A LONG TERM RELETIONSHIP.

Bonus points if, for their first date, Eduardo and Chris take Mark and Dustin to an Animal Collective concert.

i know i'm lost -- 1a/?

(Anonymous)
Eduardo tapped his foot offbeat as the final bell for homeroom rang. Chris had told him that they were too cool for homeroom as they had pulled into the parking lot this morning, but he had always enjoyed Doctor Sorkin, so he saw no reason to skip a perfectly good reading opportunity. For some reason, he’d been put in the V-Z homeroom, but he didn’t’ mind – at least it meant that there were at least some new faces to meet and annoy.


As he went to pick up his battered copy of Ulysses from his bag, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He propped his book between the edge of his desk and his lap, and slid open his phone to reveal a text from Chris.


we could be getting coffee right now. real coffee. I can’t believe I let you force me into this Starbucks shit.


Eduardo laughed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. After his father had bought him a coffee shop for his seventeenth birthday, Chris and he had spent the whole summer behind the bar, learning the tricks of the trade, buying used books from graduating seniors, and caffeinating the music scene that had slowly started to grow in Boston’s Neighborhood Nine. Plus, a lot of the incoming freshman to both Harvard and Tufts seemed to find their dumpy little coffee shop charming – selling and buying their books there as well.


Eduardo would see Chris two periods from now, so he opened his book as he waited for Doctor Sorkin to call his name. Unsurprisingly, he was first.
“Saverin, Eduardo.”


“Present.” Then he hunkered down into his book.

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Four seats to his left and three rows back, Mark Zuckerberg was hatching a plan. His eyes were alternating between boring into the back of Eduardo Saverin’s head and scanning the screen of his phone, because he could type and look up at the same time, thank you very much. Dustin had gotten into video production and was in the library filming, which meant he sat behind the computers and ran the text under the morning news – which also meant he could text during homeroom as well.


Eduardo seemed nonplussed that he was in a random homeroom, but Mark was ecstatic that his hacking skills had gone undetected by the school. Mark was determined to get Eduardo to fall in love with him. Eduardo, with his flannel and cut off cords in the beginning of September in Massachusetts. Eduardo, with his gray beanie sticking out of his messenger bag. Eduardo, with his slight accent. Eduardo, who was more focused on hanging out with Chris Hughes then noticing Mark, who’d been in love with him since he had sat behind Eduardo in AP Calc AB sophomore year.


But this year, he and Dustin had a plan. Mark had hacked the school’s scheduling system weeks ago and switched around their schedules so that Dustin and Chris had all of their classes together, as did Mark and Eduardo. He knew that the school wouldn’t allow seniors to switch out into other classes, as they’d made a point with the year before them that the schedule you get is the schedule you get.


“Zuckerberg, Mark.”


“Here.”


Doctor Sorkin cleared his throat and Mark straightened. “So, here you all are.” Mark didn’t necessarily love lecturers, but he’d liked Doctor Sorkin after he took his creative writing class last year. So Mark looked up from his staring and focused on Sorkin. “I’m just telling you, don’t screw this year up. You only have one year left. Make new friends. Try something new. Fall in love. Here are your schedules.” Sorkin began to call out names, and Mark leaned back. He already had his schedule, and he was not going to screw it up this time.

i know i'm lost -- 1b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-05 03:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 1b/? - leladancer18, 2011-04-05 03:26 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 1b/? - lazys, 2011-04-05 11:02 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 1a/? - leladancer18, 2011-04-05 03:22 am (UTC)(Expand)

i know i'm lost -- 2a/?

(Anonymous)
(A/N I’m going to be setting this in 2011, namely because I am lazy. Thank you for the support (: )


First Period
Mark


As Mark stood at the door to Mr. Gilliam’s AP World History class, he took a deep breath. History, in his opinion, was easy, but he also knew that Gilliam actually cared about more than data retention, and that this may be the hardest class of his year. Also, his seating in this class would be crucial. Eduardo, who had meandered in, sat right next to Gilliam’s podium, which was on the far right of the room. There were students scattered around the room, but no more than ten people were in the room excluding the teacher, so Mark slid into the row to the left of Eduardo and one seat back, leaving the seat to Eduardo’s left empty.


He had done this first to give Eduardo a chance to get used to him. Secondly, so that it didn’t look like he was overeager to be near Eduardo, but they had known each other since third grade, so being close would be fine. Third, it left room for a third person to interact with the two of them, actively giving them a chance to know each other peripherally.
Then a familiar jacket slid into the seat in front of him, and Mark breathed a sigh of relief.


“Good morning, Albright.” He teased, his voice barely reaching her. He pointed to her hat, “Hats aren’t allowed in the building.”


She turned to face him. “Good morning, Zuckerberg. Assholes aren’t allowed into the building, but it seems like they’ve let you in. Again.” Then she snickered. Classic Erica – funny, but in a way that Mark could identify with, not guess at.


Then Gilliam cleared his throat, and she turned around. “Albright, Erica?”


Dustin
Dustin’s approach, however, was much more obvious. As he slid into Mrs. McDormand’s trailer, the bell rang, and he mentally cursed himself. His plan was to get there on time, make small talk with Chris, impress him with his European knowledge. Mark had gotten him the study guide as a gag and Dustin had actually spent time reading it in between rounds of Black Ops with Mark.


However, Mark had distracted him by actually bothering to take off his hoodie for the first period of the day to expose Dustin’s dad’s tee-shirt that had been found in the Moscovitzes’ attic this summer, and Dustin was just excited that Mark was making an effort. It was adorable.
Then a hand on his back made him shoot about ten feet into the trailer, and a laugh came from behind him.


“Sorry dude, didn’t mean to make you die of fear.” The voice commented, and Dustin mentally fistpumped as he recognized it as Chris’.


“No worries dude. Just thought I was the latest.”


“It’s no problem, Dustin.” Though he said Dustin’s name, the end of the sentence was raised as if he was asking a question, and Dustin nodded vehemently. “Mrs. Streep held me up or I would have been on time.”


Dustin nodded again, “She tends to do that. ’ Oh wait, my little pumpkins, come back! Here is what I was trying to give to you in the first place.’


Chris laughed at that, and Dustin grinned. He had spent the better part of Tech Theatre practicing Mrs. Streep’s voice rather than actually learning how to do sound. Mark had taught him how to work the mikes five minutes before the big production of The Tempest last year, but everything had worked out just fine.


Chris’ voice snapped Dustin back to attention. “I have her next. Advanced Theatre.”


Dustin pulled out his best surprised face, “Me too!”


A voice rang out, “You two should sit down before Frances gets here.”


“Yeah, we should.” Dustin scanned the room. “Wait, who’s Frances?”


Chris whistled. “You’ve never had Frances before?” Dustin shook his head. “Sit next to me, she’s a bit … much.” Dustin shrugged, but on the inside he knew he’d be texting Mark. Keywords – sweet victory.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 2b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-05 08:31 pm (UTC)(Expand)

i know i'm lost -- 3a/?

(Anonymous)
By the end of the second day, Eduardo realized that Mark Zuckerberg was in all of his classes. He also noticed that a majority of their teachers either ignored him or had Mark doing things that weren’t directly related to their classes.


It was kind of weird, he thought to himself as he waited for Chris on the hood of his car, his overused, old UNC sweatshirt as his protection from the burn that the back of his legs was sure to get if he didn’t protect them. His music was playing, one earphone in, one earphone out so he could hear the rustling of conversations over Zooey Deschanel asking her lover why do you let me stay here?


As the majority of the baseball team passed him, he saw Chris meandering over to his car, talking to Dustin Moscovitz, who Chris had all of his classes with. It was strange, to think that Moscovitz, who was as good with computers as Mark was, wasn’t in AP Comp Sci, but in AP Bio instead, a class Chris was enthused about.


Eduardo hopped off the hood as Dustin broke off from Chris, literally skipping down to a tan Toyota parked on the other side of the lot, the owner pulling a burgundy shirt off of their body and throwing it into the car, pale backside exposed.


“Wardo? Eh, Wardo? You up there?” He focused back to his space, and Chris was snapping at him, fingers barely an inch away from Eduardo’s eyelashes. “You’re such a space case sometimes. Come on, the coffee shop awaits, my hot Brazilian piece of ass.”


Eduardo snorted. “If I was you, I wouldn’t be calling my boss a piece of ass. Looks bad for the customers.” Eduardo dragged his sweatshirt off the hood as well and turned towards the drivers’ seat. “Besides, I wasn’t even the late one, Mr. I’m So Eager To Get To Work.” His eyes drifted over to the tan Toyota, which now had the pale owner getting slapped around by Moscovitz, who seemed excited about something. “What’s up with you and Moscovitz?”


“Oh, we got into a conversation about The Hush Sound, which albums were better and what not during Bio, then in Aerobics we couldn’t finish it because Mr. S was being a total bitch about it so he told me he’d walk me to my car.”


“Oh, how cute.”


“Yeah, and he gave me his phone number so I’d text him and remind him to email Frances his paper. He’s a bit of a space case.”


“That was nice.” Finally, the pale skinned man had put a new shirt on, a white one that was barely lighter than his skin, and turned to look at the sun and Eduardo realized it was Mark. He veered his eyes away, and back to Chris. “Shall we get going?”


“Yes, lets. I have to start Hamlet as soon as we get to work, so I’d rather not miss some of the Drama majors coming in after their 1:45-3 rehearsals and begging them to read me the Baird.”


“Alright, alright, we’re going.” Eduardo glanced up once again, but he just got an eyeful of Dustin. Chris glanced back as Eduardo got in the car.
“What were you staring at.”


“Nada. Lets go, my country bumpkin.”


Chris frowned as he got in the car, “I should have never let you watch Cinderella. You’ve gotten idealistic on me.”


Eduardo slid on his clubmaster Ray-Bans, which he had bought after the coffee shop had broken even. “So, are Dustin and Mark good friends?” He started the car as Chris slid in the car and buckled his seatbelt. Eduardo pulled out as Chris responded.


“Yeah, pretty much best friends since grade school, but Dustin says Mark’ll never say it out loud. They both work on Brattle Street – Dustin at the theatre, Mark somewhere. I wasn’t really listening – Dustin likes to talk. A lot.”


“Like you?” Eduardo shot back, and Chris smacked him in the arm. “Take me to my store. I need caffeine and music.”


“And another look at that Antonio from Tufts’ ass.” Chris smacked him again.

i know i'm lost -- 3b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-06 02:24 am (UTC)(Expand)

i know i'm lost -- 4a/?

(Anonymous)
(And by 2011 I mean the 2011-2012 school year. So this upcoming September.)


Since school started on a Wednesday this year, it was relatively quick week, and the weekend sent both pairs of friends frantically working – Chris and Eduardo at their coffee shop because it’s the posh place for Tufts’ kids to go now, Mark at American Apparel because Divya the Diva from Harvard had come down with mono and Mark wanted the money to invest in a third desktop screen, and Dustin on Phase Two of his epic plan, finishing up Phase One by buying all of the 50% off stuff at American Apparel with Mark’s extra 50% discount on top and Concepts’ cashier had a crush on him, so he got a 25% discount on anything. She wasn’t his type, but he did love cheap clothes.


Then, he checked the weather. His plan would only be good on a rainy Monday, and luckily for him, the forecast called for rain. He reclined in his chair, smirking in victory at his desktop screen. Alas, as he went to prop his feet up so he could take a picture with his webcam, he forgot about his chair’s back breaking and fell to the floor.


Oh well. You can’t have everything in life. Dustin sighed and pulled himself up, grabbed a blank white CD from his massive pile that he had bought at Wal*Mart, and stuck in into his CD drive, opening up iTunes, clicking his playlist labeled ‘DAYS’ and then in sweet victory the ‘burn’ button.


While it burned, he clicked onto Tumblr, as surprisingly all of his homework was finished, and logged in. Mark, who had been on the trend, had an account, but since he only used it to give and get help with code, he had given Dustin the password so Dustin could reblog all of the pretty memes and gush about how he’d dragged Mark to see Gold Motel last weekend.
It was also an effective stalking tool for Chris & Eduardo, as both had a large following. After a few weeks of “studying patterns”, Mark had let Dustin start to follow Eduardo after a day over the summer where Eduardo posted a video of him shirtless singing along to a Mumm-Rah song. Chris’ follow came after he had taken a Topless Tuesday picture. It helped Mark figure out what Eduardo liked, and it helped Dustin because Chris was always saying what he did and didn’t look for in a guy and what his new favorite obsession was.


Mark, of course, had Dustin make himself a spreadsheet to note every time a musician was mentioned, and over the course of the summer he had collected and divided and created a spread of music that Chris would either like – thanks last.fm! – or already did like. Mark, whenever he ventured on, focused solely on their two blogs and made notes, which he then emailed to Dustin under the guise of ‘coding suggestions’. The similarities of the two were noted, and the two columns were like reading pages of history notes – detailed, accurate, and occasionally dated.


The two best friends were similar, Mark had ascertained, but liked deviations. Chris liked chiller, older music with a folk background while Eduardo enjoyed poppy bubblegum style music. For example, Chris loved Midtown, while Eduardo enjoyed Cobra Starship. Chris bemoaned the loss of The Hush Sound and The Young Veins, while Eduardo was quite content with his Panic! and thought Ryan Ross was a drug addict who needed a haircut. Though the original thread was similar, there were differences, but that’s what made them different.


Also, that’s why Dustin had made a mixtape instead of wearing clichéd tees and making himself look interesting like Mark had. As he scrolled through his dashboard, he saw a picture of Eduardo & Chris at their coffee shop, making goofy faces at the camera. Then the computer dinged, and he pulled out his CD as his other hand grabbed for his cell.


phase 2 begun. PS qt pic on tumblr of e n c.

cool. I’ll check it in a bit. COD later?

ttly. gimme ten, i gotta finish this.

k

Re: i know i'm lost -- 4b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-07 02:22 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-07 02:25 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - thelowtide, 2011-04-07 06:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - leladancer18, 2011-04-07 07:31 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-07 08:25 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - fuocotanzer, 2011-04-08 03:24 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-08 06:34 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - fuocotanzer, 2011-04-08 08:57 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - kschlongbottom, 2011-04-30 03:24 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 4c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-03 12:23 pm (UTC)(Expand)

i know i'm lost -- 5a/?

(Anonymous)
Tuesday brought Eduardo clear skies, a new suit and a moonstruck Chris who stuck a CD into the CD player of Eduardo’s car before he even bothered to throw in his bookbag. “Wardo, you just have to listen to this. I couldn’t even bother to take it out of my CD player to burn it onto my laptop. It’s like an hour long but I swear to you, listening to it feels like it took you a minute. When I had to iron, it pained me to take it from my CD player to my boombox, I just can’t stop listening to it.”


“You’re rambling.” Chris laughed and Eduardo hit play as Chris leaned down to pick up his bag, the dings of the music beginning. “Who is this?”


“Buddy Holly.” Eduardo turned to Chris, raising an eyebrow. “It’s catchy, and cute, and stop judging me, Antonio from Tufts is completely out of the question. He sent me a picture of a box last night, followed up with a text that said ‘you like SNL?’”


Eduardo snickered and Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s just a bonus that this mystery dude is into me. If he’s as cool as this mix is, I had the right to tell Antonio I’m talking to someone. Right?”


“Sure, buddy. Just don’t bust a cap if it turns out to be like, Dylan Parker or someone.”


“You say that again and I’ll never watch Little Ashes with you again.”


Eduardo opened his mouth to respond and then shut it. Chris was the only person who would sit through the movie with him, and Eduardo always choked up a little bit at the end. Chris hated it, but then again, Chris had a slight crush on Robert Pattinson, so he probably wouldn’t follow through on that threat.


As the song changed, Eduardo shifted into drive. Time to get to school – he had some questions to ask Mr. Gilliam before class and they were on time as it was, so he’d have a few minutes before homeroom to slide in and pester him about the reading.

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Admittedly, Eduardo didn’t get annoyed easily. But during World Erica Albright wouldn’t shut up – they had all broken up into groups for a project about the first chapter and it was him, Mark, Erica, and Tyler Winklevoss, who had immediately taken out his phone and started to text his brother, who was doing the same exact thing on the other side of the room. Also, Tyler kept giving Mark these little glances, which was both intriguing and irritating for some reason. Erica was talking at Mark, who was nodding along to what she was saying while scanning his textbook, and Eduardo was trying to read but couldn’t concentrate with Erica yattering on.


After about ten minutes of Erica going on and on and getting a laugh out of Tyler and Mark, Eduardo cleared his throat, looking up at Erica, who was making googly eyes at Mark. As Eduardo sighed, Mark whipped his head up from where he had been intently reading and pursed his lips for a moment, then cut in. “Look, Erica, here’s what we’re going to do. Since we have to do some sort of presentation, you and Tyler can talk or whatever while Eduardo and I hammer out the fine details, then since you seem to have the gift of gab today, the two of you will present the information. Okay?” Without waiting for an answer, Mark turned to Mr. Gilliam. “Mr. Gilliam?”


“Yes?” The teacher peered at Mark from over his horn rimmed glasses, intrigued. This was the first time Mark had spoken in his class, though he’d heard a lot about him; he hoped it wasn’t going to be a scathing comment about how Ancient Greece was pointless.


“Would it be alright if I got my laptop out so that we could start on the Powerpoint and guided notes now?” Gilliam nodded, and Mark went into his bookbag while Erica sighed and Tyler shrugged, getting back to his phone. “Tyler, switch seats with me.” Tyler gave Mark a raised eyebrow, then shrugged and got up, effortlessly picking up his bags and slinging them next to Mark’s desk. Mark, less graceful, went to sit next to Eduardo.

i know i'm lost -- 5b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-07 10:47 pm (UTC)(Expand)
i know i'm lost -- 5c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-07 10:49 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 5c/? - fuocotanzer, 2011-04-08 03:25 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 5c/? - leladancer18, 2011-04-08 05:31 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 5c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-08 03:39 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: i know i'm lost -- 5c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-05-17 05:34 am (UTC)(Expand)

i know i'm lost -- 6a/?

(Anonymous)
(A/N I realized I hadn’t given Eduardo/Mark an English class, so make AP Latin IV AP English IV. Sorry.)


Wednesday was the last day of homeroom, but also the weekly broadcast, so it meant that Chris was left in homeroom by himself while Dustin trudged to the media center to help the film crew do stuff.


It was also the day that the announcement for Kiss Me, Kate! auditions went out, and Chris was so ridiculously proud when the announcement was read out that he almost started to clap, but then realized that it would look ridiculous in front of a room of mostly non-theatre kids.


Thursday brought an A on their presentation on Greek societies, though the slide on orgies stayed, though now it had historical references instead of oblique sexual reference. Tyler reads that slide, his eyes glancing from the screen to Mark in what Eduardo thinks may be Tyler trying to kill Mark with his eyes. Eduardo wouldn’t blame him – it would be totally embarrassing to talk about orgies in front of a group of apparently very immature juniors and seniors. Even Cameron was laughing.


Then it was Friday, and Chris found another mix , this time on the roof of Eduardo’s car as he went to shove his bag in there before auditions. He used his set of Eduardo’s keys to open the door, shove his bookbag in and hunker down in the seat, flipping the case over in his hands. This time, the cover was made up of cut up large letters from magazines, the tracklist was done in an elegant, curvy script, and the inside cover said, in perfect French, veuillez agréer, monsieur, que mes sentiment sont les meilleurs .


He pulled his CD player, his constant companion over the past four days, out of his bookbag and took out the other CD, which was in perfect condition, and swapped it for this new CD, which had hello scribbled on it in various fashions. After he hit play, he scanned over the tracklist again.


Hello – Lionel Richie
Do You Know What I’m Seeing – Panic! At The Disco
I Want To Tell You – The Beatles
You & Me – Alex Day
I Want You To Want Me - Letters to Cleo
Let’s Get Together – Annette Funicello & Tommy Sands
Try Me – Val Emmich
I Want To Hold Your Hand – The Beatles
Let’s Misbehave - Eileen Rodgers & Kenneth Mars
You Belong With Me – Taylor Swift
Get On With It – Val Emmich
Toujour Vouloir – The Duhks



As he laughed at Mystery Person’s sense of humor, a knocking sound interrupted Lionel’s voice pouring through the headphones. He turned and almost jumped at the sight of Dustin, grinning like an idiot at the window. Sighing, he pulled open the door, making Dustin back up.


“Hey, is this your car? If so, would you mind terribly giving me a ride to work after auditions? Mark has to go to work and if I don’t get a ride, I have to go now and miss auditions.” Dustin blinded him with another smile, and Chris pulled his headphones off. He would have to listen to this at home, later.


“No, it’s Eduardo’s.” Dustin’s face fell. “Hey, no, it’s cool, he’ll say yes, just ask.”


“No, it’s okay. I don’t know him like that, it’d be weird. I’ll just –"


“Dustin, seriously?”


“It’s not polite, Chris! I can’t just beg a stranger to take me to work.”


And in that moment, he saw a little more of Dustin than he ever had before. Behind all of his confidence, Dustin was a little bit scared of the world, and he hid that behind his bravado. He was also unfailingly polite, and didn’t like to tread on people’s feet. It was … endearing, and Chris shook his head and pulled the headphones all of the way off and stepped out of the car, scanning the parking lot for Eduardo, who was watching Mark Zuckerberg walk to his car. “Hey, Wardo, can we take Dustin to work after play tryouts?”


Eduardo turned his head to the call, and nodded. “Sure, no harm in that.”


Dustin smiled widely again, “Thanks.”


“Don’t mention it. I need a good Bill.”
mix here (http://www.mediafire.com/?c005c8hp3vg51fl)

i know i'm lost -- 6b/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-08 11:43 pm (UTC)(Expand)
i know i'm lost -- 6c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-08 11:45 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 6c/? - leladancer18, 2011-04-09 08:28 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: i know i'm lost -- 6c/? - coffeexcandle, 2011-04-09 12:41 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: i know i'm lost -- 6c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-04-09 05:10 pm (UTC)(Expand)

i know i'm lost -- 7a/?

(Anonymous)
(Title of fic has been taken from the song Sunshine All Night by Gold Motel. Also, all of these places are real places, you can google them and everything)


As Eduardo exited the shop, still laughing, Mark was standing there, waiting for him, a smile in his eyes, his lips curved up in a smile. “I didn’t know you knew where I worked.”


“Well, Dustin said you worked somewhere around here, and the flirting was pretty bad in the car, so I had to escape.”


“Oh?” Mark’s voice went up, along with an eyebrow. “Dustin’s not a big flirt. Well, he doesn’t know he is, so when it’s obvious he’s trying to impress someone, you know he’s trying to flirt. It’s embarrassing.”


“How do you know that Dustin was trying to impress Chris?” Eduardo joked, but Mark whitened, and Eduardo realized it was part of a whole. “Wait, wait, wait, is it Dustin who made Chris that CD?”


“CD’s.” Mark corrected before he went even whiter. “Shit, I didn’t say that I didn’t say that at all. Don’t tell Dustin I told you, he’d kill me. He’s been working so hard on this.”


“He has?”


Mark nodded emphatically. “Dustin’s had a crush on Chris since before Dustin knew that he liked boys. It’s been forever. And ever. And ever.”
“But how does he even know about Chris’ music taste, what he likes, his classes, etc?”


Mark presses a finger to his lips and it’s like Eduardo wants to smack the smirk off of Mark’s face but at the same time wants to kiss him until the smirk is replaced by a smile, like the one he saw when Divya had just figured out the mannequins were motioning to each other to have sex.
His stomach turned as his mind went over the words again. He wanted to kiss Mark. He wanted to kiss Mark. Mark, who had kind of dated Tyler Winklevoss. Mark, who had sat next to him for three days in third grade, tapping his foot until Eduardo had gotten switched to sit next to Chris, who was also in speech therapy and so the teacher thought that it would be easier for Eduardo to adjust.


He and Chris had been inseparable since then. But what if he hadn’t moved? What if he had been friends? They’d been at the same school every year since then, and similar classes, but he’d never given Mark a second glance or thought except when he needed to harass him over Facebook for math assignments.


Sometimes he wondered if he was an idiot savant because as of right now he felt really, really dumb.


“Eduardo? Wardo? Hello?” Eduardo snapped back to see Mark waving his hand in his face. Mark had long fingers, and the snap was like a reminder of what Mark could do with his fingers. “Are you hungry?”


“Yeah, sure. Food would be good. Obviously Chris is occupied, and my parents are off to Miami for a last weekend of sun so yeah, food.”


“My sister’s home, so it’ll be a whole weekend of stories about how awesome she is. She goes to boarding school in Connecticut, and they start two weeks earlier than we do. Whenever she comes home it’s like my parents wig out. So embarrassing.”


“So, what’s good in this area of town?”


“Well, what are you in the mood for? There’s a neat little Algerian café down there if you have some time to blow.”


“Do they have tea?”


“By the pot.”


“Well, lead me to it then.” They walked down the street then, bumping shoulders as Mark commented on every store they passed, his comments both stinging but true, and Eduardo laughed along.

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i know i'm lost -- 8a/?

(Anonymous)
For Chris, the weekend went by incredibly fast. He spent half of his time texting Dustin, a quarter more working at the coffeehouse, and the other quarter avoiding Antonio and listening to his new CD. Eduardo had been pretty quiet, but Chris figured it was because his parents were gone so he didn’t have his father to complain about, though he’d gotten the coffeehouse into the black a while ago.


However, the weekend dragged on for Eduardo, who was alone at home and had no help from the very distracted Chris. Mark never went on Facebook – Eduardo had tried IMing Dustin but had gotten responses Eduardo didn’t have the patience to spend decoding.


Instead, he spent the time writing angsty Tumblr posts until on Sunday night, he got a message from a -sombreros which said


Seriously Eduardo, stop. You’re making me blush. – Mark.


Eduardo almost broke his laptop clicking on the url. Mark had a Tumblr, and was following him? This made everything a little more embarrassing. Mark had seen all of his moaning posts about whether Mark liked him or not, whether it was a good idea, and how oblivious everyone else was about it. Like Chris had checked Tumblr.


But apparently Mark had. As his blog loaded, he realized that it wasn’t just Mark’s – the heading said Dustin and Mark talk about love, life, and Mexican food. Before he thought about it, Eduardo clicked follow, and scanned down. A lot of them were posts obviously made by Dustin, but a few were text posts that were clearly Mark, spelled correctly and about code or work and there even was a post about Eduardo, about how Mark had had a good time with a friend at the Algerian café after they had made fun of DTD ( who had to be Divya, Eduardo was sure of it.) Eduardo clicked the heart button, a note to come back to later.


After creeping through about ten pages, he found a picture of both Dustin and Mark, which was labeled Dobbs Ferry, Mark in a sombrero smiling at the camera, Dustin trying to bite at the edge of it, an obvious grin on his face. It touched Eduardo, because he had seen that smile on Mark yesterday, but only for a millisecond. That’s why he laid it out for Eduardo, because he wanted Dustin to succeed. Now, Eduardo wanted to expose the internet to Mark.


Going back to his dashboard, he hit F5 as the Error screen came up for a good five minutes before he got his dashboard back and answered Mark’s question with a MARK IS ON TUMBLR EVERYBODY YOU SHOULD FOLLOW HIM AND HARASS HIM TO GET MY CELL PHONE NUMBER OR SKYPE ME OR SOMETHING.


Then Eduardo did what he did best – got to making himself obnoxious. He reblogged Mark’s post with a lot of exclamation points and a THAT’S ME so all of his followers would still be intrigued about Mark. Then he made a video.


Putting on a shirt, a white v-neck that showed off enough of his tan from Martha’s Vineyard, he sat down in front of his laptop, ready to go. The look was sure to have a devastating effect, even if Mark didn’t watch it. He clicked the webcam on, adjusting his neckline to expose his collarbone.


“Hello my friends. It’s just another sunny day here in Cambridge – not.” He pointed out the window, where the curtain was parted enough to see the rain pitter-pattering pathetically. “Today I found out some lovely new information – my good friend Mark, who I have every class with, has a Tumblr! Now you see Mark did not tell me he followed me on Tumblr, and therefore needs to get on Skype or give me his phone number so we can get through Act Three of As You Like It together. Please Mark.” Eduardo pouted his lips, which looked ridiculous but Chris said it always worked when Eduardo did it.


After saving it, adding some ridiculously poppy music that Chris would get on him about if he ever saw the video, he uploaded it to Tumblr and waited.

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(Anonymous)
Monday morning was insane. The school’s entire computer system crashed, and both Mark and Dustin were pulled out of class to try and fix the problem. Eduardo sat with them when they reappeared at second lunch, but he could only pick out a few words, because the two sat next to each other, laptops out, sandwiches on their left hand sides, though they looked like they hadn’t been touched. At one point, they both picked up their sandwiches, looked at Eduardo, said hello, stood up and changed seats, taking simultaneous bites and settling down at opposite computers, mumbling things to one another as if they were the same person with two different bodies.


It was a little sad, but then at the same time there was a fire in both of their eyes that Eduardo had never seen before – a burn that meant passion. Love – and if Mark had that for something, Eduardo was surprised. He’d never felt that way about anything.


Tuesday morning, Mark clicked around the school mainframe a few times, then leaned back in his chair and admired his computer. “It’s alive!”


Eduardo, who had changed seats with Kitty Simon after the third day of class, started his desktop and instead of getting a gray screen, he got a login screen. After successfully logging in, he turned to Mark. “Good job. I think it’s running faster.”


Mark beamed. “It is. Plus it should recover any files that you have saved under your username.”


“Sick.” For that, Eduardo got a smile. “Hey, Mark what’s this icon for?” It was new, and if Eduardo wasn’t mistaken, in the shape of a v-neck.


Mark laughed, then clicked on a matching icon on his desktop. When he didn’t answer, Eduardo clicked on the matching icon, and it was like he was on Etherpad plus Skype. Of course, there was no camera option, but it had a sort of blackboard on one side, the other a chat box which already had him logged in. There also was an IM already waiting for him from Mark.


do you like it? it’s like aim except only the two of us have it. I coded it in when I was messing around at lunch yesterday.


Eduardo laughed. yeah but it isn’t going to help any seeing as this is computer science and you use your laptop for everything else, so it’s not like we’ll be talking much.


yeah, but this is a prototype. the real one would go on our laptops. well, if you want it to. If not, it can be used for other purposes.


Eduardo wanted to giggle like a little girl and run down to Mr. Hastings’ resource lab and tell Chris about this giant crush he had on Mark. Instead, he made an offer. you should come by our coffeehouse tomorrow if you’re free. bring dustin.


Mark typed a response back quickly. dustin has to work, but I can come if that’s okay?


yes. YAAAY.

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However, Chris had spent his Tuesday figuring out a plan about how to send a note back to this … this mystery man. Finally, he goaded Mrs. Streep into discretley giving whoever this is a note during the class. He also typed up the official cast list, which made him feel better about the fact he was crushing hard on Dustin. But Dustin, with his brown-red hair, endearing smile, his jokes and his inexplicable kindness, made Chris feel wanted.


When he found out that Eduardo had managed to get Mark to come to the coffeehouse, he sulked for the entire ride home after FBLA, while Eduardo both gloated and apologized for getting Mark to go, though Mark did have to drive Dustin to work, because he did it every day.

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i know i'm lost -- 9a/?

(Anonymous)
(i posted this yesterday but lj and i had words so.)

Monday morning was insane. The school’s entire computer system crashed, and both Mark and Dustin were pulled out of class to try and fix the problem. Eduardo sat with them when they reappeared at second lunch, but he could only pick out a few words, because the two sat next to each other, laptops out, sandwiches on their left hand sides, though they looked like they hadn’t been touched. At one point, they both picked up their sandwiches, looked at Eduardo, said hello, stood up and changed seats, taking simultaneous bites and settling down at opposite computers, mumbling things to one another as if they were the same person with two different bodies.


It was a little sad, but then at the same time there was a fire in both of their eyes that Eduardo had never seen before – a burn that meant passion. Love – and if Mark had that for something, Eduardo was surprised. He’d never felt that way about anything.


Tuesday morning, Mark clicked around the school mainframe a few times, then leaned back in his chair and admired his computer. “It’s alive!”


Eduardo, who had changed seats with Kitty Simon after the third day of class, started his desktop and instead of getting a gray screen, he got a login screen. After successfully logging in, he turned to Mark. “Good job. I think it’s running faster.”


Mark beamed. “It is. Plus it should recover any files that you have saved under your username.”


“Sick.” For that, Eduardo got a smile. “Hey, Mark what’s this icon for?” It was new, and if Eduardo wasn’t mistaken, in the shape of a v-neck.


Mark laughed, then clicked on a matching icon on his desktop. When he didn’t answer, Eduardo clicked on the matching icon, and it was like he was on Etherpad plus Skype. Of course, there was no camera option, but it had a sort of blackboard on one side, the other a chat box which already had him logged in. There also was an IM already waiting for him from Mark.


do you like it? it’s like aim except only the two of us have it. I coded it in when I was messing around at lunch yesterday.


Eduardo laughed. yeah but it isn’t going to help any seeing as this is computer science and you use your laptop for everything else, so it’s not like we’ll be talking much.


yeah, but this is a prototype. the real one would go on our laptops. well, if you want it to. If not, it can be used for other purposes.
Eduardo wanted to giggle like a little girl and run down to Mr. Hastings’ resource lab and tell Chris about this giant crush he had on Mark.


Instead, he made an offer. you should come by our coffeehouse tomorrow if you’re free. bring dustin.


Mark typed a response back quickly. dustin has to work, but I can come if that’s okay?


yes. YAAAY.

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However, Chris had spent his Tuesday figuring out a plan about how to send a note back to this … this mystery man. Finally, he goaded Mrs. Streep into discretely giving whoever this is a note during the class. He also typed up the official cast list, which made him feel better about the fact he was crushing hard on Dustin. But Dustin, with his brown-red hair, endearing smile, his jokes and his inexplicable kindness, made Chris feel wanted.


When he found out that Eduardo had managed to get Mark to come to the coffeehouse, he sulked for the entire ride home after FBLA, while Eduardo both gloated and apologized for getting Mark to go, though Mark did have to drive Dustin to work, because he did it every day.

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i know i'm lost -- 10a/?

(Anonymous)
(lj hates me, i suck at html, etc etc. here's the link to my other WIP if you guys miss me when i leave on saturday - http://community.livejournal.com/tsn_kinkmeme/3654.html?thread=4779078#t4779078 )


The rest of Eduardo’s break went by quickly as Mark asked about homework assignments and the two commented on how ridiculous their project for English was going to be. First, they had to finish as you like it, then update it in some fashion, then film a trailer. They had Erica and Kitty Simon working with them, and they figured that it would work out well if Erica would concede to being Gannymede, though the glint in Erica’s eyes said she had a better idea, which she had spent the whole class period before whispering giddily to Kitty about.


Mark figured they could force Dustin and Chris into acting if they needed people, plus Mark lived down the street from that Katie girl who had been made Lilli in the play, though she didn’t know it.


Then it was four fifteen, and even though Eduardo owned the café, he was called back to work by an annoying Dustin. But as he got up, he felt a cool hand on his arm. “Is there an outlet in here? I kinda wanted to get a basic script done and email it off to Erica, plus code a little.”


Mark’s eyes were very blue in his navy popover, his eyes smiling but his mouth questioning. “Yeah, there’s one behind the car seat.” Mark’s eyes flared. “Don’t worry, it’s not haunted by the living ghost of Tarantino or anything. It won’t kill you.”


“Okay.”


Then Eduardo headed back behind the counter as Mark headed over and gingerly sat on the car seat, putting his laptop down before getting back up and dragging a table over and putting his laptop there, using the car’s drink holder for his slushie. His lips were a little red, but he was only halfway through it.


It wasn’t the only outlet they had, but the car seat was the perfect way for Eduardo to watch Mark, plus it was close enough to the counter that Eduardo could shout over the music to make a comment.


Chris hip checked him. “You like him.” He sing-songed.


“You are blind, so we’re even.”


“What does that mean?” Eduardo turned and winked, and Chris was even more bewildered. “Eduardo, what does that mean?”


“He looks really good in that color.” Eduardo comments, trying to change the topic, but before they do, Antonio from Tufts sashays in, and from across the room Mark begins to hum Dick in a box, which causes Chris to turn around and then turn bright red, Eduardo to laugh, one hand on the counter, the other on his stomach.


Antonio gave a confused smile, then saw Mark and his smile widened again. He reached the counter, his hip leaned forward, his face turned towards Eduardo instead of it’s normal Chris angle. “That’s cute, Eduardo.”


“What’s cute?” Chris turned around and demanded, and Antonio only turned his eyes and his chin slightly to give Chris an answer.


“Well, he and his boyfriend, of course.” he nodded his head back towards Mark. “It’s like, they were on a date on Friday, and now boyfriend –"


“Mark” Eduardo interjected. Chris looked at him, mollified. “His name is Mark.”


“Yes?” Mark said, head peeking out from behind his laptop, one earphone in.


“Nothing Mark. Go back to coding.” Mark complied, putting his earphone back in.


“Now Mark is here while Eduardo’s working, doing whatever he’s doing. It’s adorable.” Chris died a little bit with envy. Why couldn’t Mystery Man, or even Dustin for God’s sake, be here so it looked like Chris had an interest too. “Anyway, can I get a green tea to go? I have a study session with my Classics workgroup in fifteen.”


“Sure.” Eduardo enthused, and went to make his green tea as Chris glared at Antonio, Mark, and Eduardo intermittently. Why did the world hate him


“Is this Landon Pigg?” Chris nodded. “Oh, I love this dude. His last album was so awesome. What’s your favorite song from him?”


Luckily, Eduardo came back with Antonio’s tea at that moment as Chris stood there, freaking out because he didn’t know any other songs. Eduardo rang Antonio up, then the other man swore, took his tea, and got out of the coffee shop.

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i know i'm lost -- 11a/?

(Anonymous)
The rest of the week went by in a flurry of studying for history tests, econ projects, flirty text messages and Eduardo insulting Chris’ intelligence every time Chris walked into the room, which got Chris very frustrated. What also kept him frustrated was the fact that Eduardo had a boyfriend, who walked him to his car, sent him occasionally unreadable but sweet text messages, who was at least respected by Chris, and that Chris had seen the stolen kisses between the two as Chris complained to Dustin, who just seemed to sink lower and lower into his sweater every time Chris mentioned it.


Chris didn’t know what everyone’s problem was.


The read through for the musical went well – everyone who was cast as a major role had instant chemistry, and the tension that had built in Chris’ shoulders lessened as he shed Chris and put on Fred, at least for an hour and a half.


Then it was a weekend of work for all three of them – Eduardo doing some FBLA planning, Mark being forced to go to Temple with his mom for her birthday and then actual work with Ellen plus practice, Chris dividing his time between a rough AP French assignment and the coffee house, and Dustin just worked and had practice.


During practice, Mark slid over to Dustin, who had been lurking in the shadows of the large stage. “Dustin, what’s wrong?”


“I just don’t understand him. I thought I did – I thought I’d finally got him to see the light. But now he just stares at my gifts and moans to me and I can’t – I can’t tell him I’m the one doing this. He’d be heartbroken. He’s not interested in me – he’s interested in the idea of me.”


“Well then stop.”


Dustin turned his head towards Mark, an eerily makeup covered eyebrow raised. It would be ridiculous if it was anyone besides Dustin. “Stop?”


“Yeah, stop. Ignore him in classes, hang out with Erica. At least you know she likes you and won’t complain about mystery men leaving him incredibly well done mixes for him. You’re not at his beck and call, you can still do what you want Dustin.”


“Is that you saying you don’t like being with Eduardo?”


“No.” Mark shook his head. Sometimes Dustin was dense. “I see love as Descartes’ last theorem. People try and try and try again, but it takes a person who’s really committed to it to solve it. But, then again, sometimes dedication just isn’t enough. You’ve been at this for almost ten years, everyone needs a break.”


“I haven’t spent ten years on this plan!” Dustin whined.


“But you have spent ten years pining after him. Maybe you should meet someone else? I mean, that’s what I did.”


“You mean like Tyler, who harassed you into coming to his house, then the two of you made out because he wanted you to try on his clothes from ninth grade and you said no and he backed you up into a wall?”


“We spent a significant amount of time together. The only person that I have more one on one face time with that isn’t related to me is you.”


“Really?” He forgot that though Mark had Eduardo now, Mark still considered Dustin his best friend. “I thought Eduardo was your best friend now.”


“No, dickhead, I’m here with you and your dumb ass on a Saturday night when I totally got an offer from my sexy boyfriend to ditch and make out on his couch. This is the second time this week I’ve ditched him for you this week. Of course you’re my best friend. Asshole.”


Dustin grabbed Mark, and though many people in their company described the look of when Dustin hugged Mark as a look of a live person hugging the dead, it made Dustin feel better. “Lets get back to work!” Dustin chirped after hugging Mark’s unmoving body for a minute, and Mark laughed. Sometimes Dustin was too simple.

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i know i'm lost -- 12a/?

(Anonymous)
(thanks so much for all of your positive feedback (: I’m going to miss you all, but this is me warning you that i’ll be leaving in two days for a week to take a much needed break from school, life, etc, but I will be back! It’s the comments that really keep me writing every day, so thanks again. )


Over the weekend Mark and Eduardo managed a date on both Saturday and Sunday, though Saturday involved Eduardo driving over to Mark’s house and having a premade lunch because his mother had really, really gotten back into Judaism over the summer and if Mark wasn’t scheduled to work they went all out. Eduardo found it amusing when Mark stared at his salad like it was going to kill him instead of make his digestive system happy. About halfway through lunch on Sunday, where Mark had managed to get a hamburger the size of his face halfway into his mouth only ten seconds, Eduardo brought up the one thing that Mark hated talking about – college.


“So, Mark, what colleges are you going to apply to?” Eduardo asked casually, and Mark started to choke on his burger. “What? What’s wrong?”


It took Mark a few seconds to catch his breath, then after that he took a long sip of Coke, avoiding the question. After Eduardo effectively stared him down, he rolled his eyes. “Why do you want to know?”


“Well, I mean, I just wanted to know. Interest. I’ll tell you mine. I’m applying to Columbia, Harvard –"


“Ha-vah-d” Mark pronouncing, his fake Boston accent thick.


“University of Florida, Stanford, GWU, and NYU.” Mark bit at his straw again, and Eduardo narrowed his eyebrows. “Mark, have you even really thought about colleges yet?” Mark shrugged. “Mark!”


“Well I know I’m applying to BU and Harvard.”


“Mark.”


“I don’t know, it’s more about where Dustin decides. I’d be fine with Georgetown if he goes to Georgetown, and I know his parents expect him to go to an Ivy.”


“Have you visited any colleges yet?”


“Harvard. I walked through BU one day – everyone thought I was this kid called Abraham. It was kind of awkward.”


Eduardo snorted. “Mark, you really should visit another few colleges.”


Mark shrugged again, and took another sip of his drink. Eduardo went back to his panini. After a few moments of thoughtful slurping, Mark put his drink down. “My mom really likes you.”


Eduardo choked on his panini, and Mark’s eyes grew wide as Eduardo grabbed for his napkin and discreetly hawked the food that he had been eating into it. “Mark, you can’t just say shit like that.”


“She likes you a whole lot more than she liked Tyler. She always told me he was using me for something, though I never exactly understood what she meant. She’s a psychiatrist, I suppose she thought the whole twins being one whole being and not being able to separate sexual feelings from their intense bond is what she was hinting at but – "


“Mark, please stop talking about your mother and Tyler Winklevoss while I’m trying to eat.” Mark picked up his soda again. “So, are you out to your parents?”


“Yeah. I came out when I told my mom that George Clooney’s attractiveness will never die. He’s a fox.”


“Oh, so you like the whole fox thing.”


“I thought it was obvious – it’s why I’m so into you.” Eduardo blushed, his eyes flickering from Mark’s fingers tapping on the table to his sandwich. Mark sighed and went back to his hamburger as Eduardo replayed the words in his head – Mark thought he was a fox. It was funny but at the same time it made him understand Mark better – Mark thought he was a catch. Mark, who had dated number 2 in their class. Mark, who worked at American Apparel and could be a model with his cheekbones, who laughed hard at Eduardo’s wisecracks and both intimidated and ignored teachers at the same time. Mark was proud to be with him – Mark’s parents knew about him. “I am into you, Eduardo. Just for clarification.”


“I’m into you too, Mark. Do you want to wear my ID bracelet or something?” Eduardo gave Mark a shit-eating grin and Mark shook his head.

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i know i'm lost -- 13a/?

(Anonymous)
(Well hello there! It’s been eight days since I’ve written, and I’ve missed you all terribly. Vacation was hot and I’m a bit red, but besides that it was relaxing and wonderful. I hope I haven’t lost you all (: Now where were we?)


Friday morning was full of Chris scheming over his coffee mug and Dustin laughing too loudly at Cameron Winklevoss’s jokes during AP Bio. Again, Dustin had abandoned him for a new friend, and Chris was sick and tired of it. Dustin couldn’t just abandon him like this, could he?


By the way Cameron Winklevoss caressed Dustin’s arm, he apparently could. Chris fumed over his transpiration lab, upset because he was stuck with Erica and she kept blabbering on about her plans for the weekend which were with someone called Divya. Chris honestly could have cared less.


After Aerobics Chris expected Dustin to either trail or lead him towards the auditorium, but instead Dustin headed towards the student parking lot. Dustin seemed to be engrossed with his phone, shivering a little in the slightly nippy late September air, as he meandered towards Mark’s car, where both Mark and Eduardo were. Eduardo was hovering over Mark, one hand in his hair, one on the car, lips locked. Mark’s hands had both disappeared under Eduardo’s sweater, which Chris remembered buying from the women’s section in GAP, but neither seemed to mind much. In fact, it seemed to fit Eduardo a whole lot better than the girl in Chris’ homeroom who had the same one, but that’s probably because Eduardo has the shape of a stick.


Once Dustin slid into the passenger seat, his eyes flicked up from his phone and met Chris’. It was the first time he and Chris had made eye contact since Dustin decided to move on, and for a second his heart hurt as he saw Chris standing there, eyes wide, begging him silently to talk to him. Chris was the issue though, not the solution, and so Dustin turned his eyes back to his high stakes game of Snake, giving Eduardo and Mark some time to themselves. It was like Mark was his brother and he did not want to see his brother and current beau making out.


However, Chris took this as a sign that Dustin was avoiding him, and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t just let Dustin sit in the car next to Eduardo and Mark making out until play practice.


Yet at that moment Mark and Eduardo disentangled themselves, Mark’s hands sliding to the outside of Eduardo’s sweater, Eduardo’s hand sliding to meet his other hand and cup Mark’s face. They said a few words that Chris couldn’t make out, then kissed one last time.


Eduardo always said with Mark that the first kiss was like they had an eternity, the last kiss was like their first ever kiss, and it was always perfect with Mark.


Chris often thought Eduardo had too much time on his hands. As Eduardo sidled up to Chris, Mark saluted him with a smirk that Chris couldn’t place and slid into the car, knocking Dustin with his elbow, who gave him a look of fake hatred and stuck his tongue out at Mark. Mark started the car as Eduardo reached Chris, and Eduardo turned around to wave as the other two drove off.


Chris was somewhere between furious and hurt. “Where are they going? Dustin has to come to practice!”


“Dustin’s grandma’s in the hospital. He had to go catch a flight.”


Chris’ heart broke. He felt awful – it wasn’t just Chris Dustin was avoiding. “What happened?”


“Minor heart attack. She’ll be fine, according to Dustin, but he doesn’t want to risk not seeing her in case something else happens.”


Chris silenced the voice in the back of his head that said that this was a lie cooked up by Mark, Dustin and Eduardo to get him to lay off Dustin for the weekend. Instead he texted Dustin sorry about your grandma and headed to play practice, head hung.


After an exhausting practice of playing both male leads, he flipped his phone open to see a thanks (: from Dustin. He felt a little better.

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