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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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Today was still going hectic in terms of classes and trying to get everything together again. Some how, some way, it would have to turn around, sooner rather than later. Hopefully. Marco was already tired enough, what with having to wake up early and get back into the swing of things was already taking a toll on Marc's body. He was in the hall, walkign to his locker, barely awake, but alert nonetheless. He needed anything to eprk up his morning. Stopping at his locker, Marco pushed up the sleeves of his slate gray henley, which he threw on this morning not looking to notice that he layered with a navy blue t shirt and added a slick pair of jeans that he now regretted.


His black Vans squeaked a little bit as he walked and in such a quiet hallway, it was a little eerie. Turning the combination on the lock, the door opened revealing the contents of Marco's locker. Books, pencils, pens, all organized, but yet so messy. A small mirror hung on the inside door and some posters of Fall Out Boy and Pink Floyd along with many other bands he likes. Nothing could make this morning any better unless he ran into a guy or a girl who was interesting and would carry on a conversation. This whole playing for both teams was still a little new to Marc, he didn't mind, but he felt as if everyone looked at him like some kind of freak, some weirdo, different. As if that would help any.

This was his last year at Knox and he would definitely miss it. However, the random roommate assignments he could live without. This year he was on a better floor and a better room. Still, they were kind of behind on giving him his rommate, there was still an empty closet, bed, and desk on the other side of the room. It was strange to say the least. Even so, he liked the quiet, much better to study with. He was newly single, didn't like to talk about it and it was kind of a fresh year for Marco, a new start. His singing was improving more and more each day, he may have natural talent, but even natural needs help.



Sorting through books was one thing, but finding was another. He searched through his books, setting the past math book down and looking for the warm up guide for music class. Marco found to his surprise, it seemed to not be there. Odd. Did he leave it in class? His room? Anywhere? It couldn't be missing, it cost a fortune, well not really, but still, it was expensive. "Oh fuck!" He mumbled, running a hand through his blonde hair, letting his bangs fall back ot the side, in that whole layered way that Marc sitll couldn't believe his friends talked him into.

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( words donee ) ( tagsErik played by Jay!) ( outfit goes here ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

Erik wasn’t sure what had been more stupid. Either deciding to put on a sweater with shorts, even though the sleeves were pushed up, or thinking he’d be cool during class exchange. Right now, he felt that both options were idiotic, and he should’ve have worn the sweater or expected to be cool. The AC had been pumping out in his dorm this morning, and he had been freezing, but obviously the school didn’t play freeze out with its students. Wonderful to learn that now, but at least he would have the knowledge for the rest of the year.

His outfit seemed somewhat alien to people. A black sweater, though it was thin, clung to Erik’s body somewhat. The sleeves were pushed up to about half way up his upper arm to allow Erik full movement of his elbows and keeping the sweater under control, and more space for heat to escape. Under the sweater peeked a white shirt with a slight V nick in the center. His pants were the basic khaki cargo shorts that he seemed to have an endless supply in various shades of khaki. These particular shorts were lighter. He hadn’t bothered with a belt; the pants fit his waist snuggly. His feet and ankles were covered in black and white Converse All Star High Tops.

Although he was wearing a dark blue backpack, Erik clung books to his chest. The titles showed his strengths in science; especially the biological sciences. One black book that shone red in areas when catching the light right had “A.P. Biology, Eighth edition,” in simple lettering. Another told the reader that it was an honors biochemistry book. The third book in his arms was an AP English book, and the fourth and fifth were novels obviously needed for AP English and the biology. “The Stories of Eva Luna” was written in elegant script on one, while the white one said, “Parasite Rex.” Anyone that looked at the books in Erik’s arms would know instantly that he was a pretty smart kid.

He was practically sprinting to his locker, but failing because of the traffic in the halls. People just couldn’t walk fast, could they? Honestly not. Erik sighed as he had to slow down to a grandma-paced walk behind some freshman. He needed to get places. Fast. His schedule didn’t allow him to really take him to be stuck behind little kids. Erik was tempted to shove the kid aside, but he didn’t want to get into a fight. It wasn’t that he couldn’t hold his own in a fight, especially against a small freshie, but Erik just wasn’t a fighter. He was a lover, and was known by his friends as the peace maker in the group. It wasn’t that he was really trying to be a good person, but Erik just couldn’t stand people fighting. He’d been goaded into it a few times, and the people were definitely taught a lesson. Erik was a master at physical and verbal fighting.

Finally, his chance presented himself. Erik Adams navigated around the freshman and kept on sprinting down to his locker. He wasn’t paying attention to anything when he stood there and shifted the weight of his cargo so his right hand could work the locker combination. He was rushing, so he had to do it three times before it clicked open. He shoved his morning AP and honors books into the locker, and grabbed his script for Acting, his American Society Since 1945 textbook, and his Pre-calculus text book. He opened his backpack, shoved aside a few notebooks and plopped the script, freshly highlighted, between them. He zipped up his bag, when someone caught his attention three lockers to the right. He boy was cute, Erik had to admit. He picked up his other textbooks, and ran his fingers through his hair to settle it down. He shook his head to get his hair back to its original place. The few tufts of hair had been arranged back into the organized chaos that was Erik’s hair, but apart from that, nothing changed style-wise. Erik took the step needed to be next to the kid’s locker. “Uh, hey there,” he said. “I’m Erik Adams.”

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. seven hundred four.
OUTFIT. here.
NOTES. yay for new template!

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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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That was something Marco wasn't expecting today. A voice had come up next to the locker and introduced itself? Oh wait, no. Actual person. Marc tipped the door back so it opened all the way, and so he could see better. There was a guy standing at the locker next to his. He had just introduced himself as Erik Adams. Cute. Very. Ran through Marco's mind. Marco smiled as he extended his hand out, "Marco Jacobson, nice to meet you." This Erik seemed to be very smart by looks of the calc book he was carrying. And it wasn't hard to figure out that Erik was a drama student, the script was a dead give away.


Marco smiled and tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. His mind took over, and gave this Erik a once over. He seemed to be a little warm in the black sweater that was somewhat fitted to his medium built torso. The khaki pants suited his coloring and the Converse's, well forget about it, too cool. One of Marco's favorite shoes, next to Vans. This Erik was definitely in Marco's eye candy zone, and that so early in the day was not a bad thing. "So you're a drama student, right?" Marc blurted out. He noticed the script and couldn't help it.

Marco was pretty taken with this young man. It was helping to tun out the horrible noise and traffic in the hallway. In fact, marco was forgetting all about his headache and all about the hell of classes. Thank you Erik. Marco thought. His cell phone went off, text message from his mom again, making sure he was okay and doing well his first day back. Ugh...Mom not now! I'm kinda flirting with a cute guy!


Marco put away the new Droid X2 back in his pocket and continued to talk with Erik. Hopefully this would lead to something good, even if it was just friends. But if they were going to be friends, and strictly that, Marco would have to stop imagining Erik naked, and Marc did not and does not want to. He kinda had the urge to..well yeah, that urge. But he kept himself in check and kept talking. Just keep talking, he's just another guy...

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( words donee ) ( tagsErik played by Jay!) ( outfit goes here ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

Erik gave a huge smile towards the other boy when he introduced himself. Marco, hm? If anything, it was kind of an exotic name; Erik didn’t know anyone else by the name of Marco personally. Erik always liked the exotic, or at least different. Hell, he was different anywhere else but here. It seemed like there were a higher percentage of queer kids at this school, and he was one of them. Why did it seem like most kids in the performing arts liked boys? In his time here, Erik hadn’t met that many girls that liked girls, but a lot of boys who liked boys. The arts were just a crazy, mixed-up world, and nothing would make Erik think otherwise. “Nice to meet ya, Marco,” he said, flicking the thoughts aside.

Erik couldn’t help giving Marco a one-over either. He saw the other boy do it, but pretended not to notice. The boy was really, really attractive, and Erik couldn’t help it. It was nice to find a nice, hot guy who liked boys. Today was a really, really good day for Erik, and it wasn’t even lunch yet. He started to drift off into his own thoughts when Marco’s voice threw him back into reality. “Sorry what? Oh, yeah. I’m one of those drama geeks,” he said. He was trying to make a joke, but he wasn’t sure if Marco would get it. “Well, anyway, what do you do?” came spilling out of Erik’s mouth, filled with innocent questioning.

Erik’s facial expression changed to pure curiosity when Marco’s phone went off. He had the burning desire to ask him who texted him, among other things. What wouldn’t Erik give to drag Marco back to his dorm. Being the senior supervisor, he had the room all to himself. No silly roommate to barge in on you when you’re with someone, it was amazing. Plus his animals needed the extra space. Even if he only had a cat and ferret, those two needed a lot of room. Zen’s cage was pretty big, and Raven needed space for her automatic litter box and food bowls and her abundance of toys.

Erik didn’t want the conversation to end, so he cast his mind to find something else they could talk about before he lost his mind and dragged Marco to the nearest janitor’s closet. “So, Marco. How long have you been here at Knox?” he asked. He was going to go and try and pinpoint Marco’s age and grade. If he was an underclassman… oh God. Erik wouldn’t mind, but being eighteen, the law and his friends would definitely mind.

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. four hundred thirty-eight.
OUTFIT. here.
NOTES. yay for new template!

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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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Who wouldn't think about dragging Erik back to Marco's dorm? Seriously, he is such a cutie. Which Marco did not mind. He already knew quite a bit of people who liked men and women and vice versa; women liking women, men liking men, either liking either. Marco knew a lot. Too much for his age, but still. "I'm a senior, this is my last year here at Knox.I'm eighteen in april." Marco answered. "I'm a music major. I...umm..sing." He responded, blushing. He didn't know many guys who sing and actually go for it, it seemed like the singing world belonged to women. But Marco would be changing that, he hoped.


"Don't laugh, but my mom is texting me non stop today. So don't freak when i keep turning to my phone." Marco admitted. Mrs. Jacobson was a loving woman, a caring woman, a crazy mom, in a good way, and she always supported her kids no matter what. Marco never felt weird around his mom or different, he just felt right. His dad was supportive too, but he just didn't want to know, okayy. But Marco knew his family was also snoopy. Meaning, they like knowing what is going on at all times, which is why Marc is recieving so many texts. They know it's his first day back and they are houdning him. Oh boy! This would be a long day.

Marco took out his sheet music and showed Erik what he was working on currently. It was a song that most were familiar with. His teacher wanted to use what Marco was mroe comfortable and familiar with so they started with rock. Good 'ol rock and roll. This one just so happened to be a classic, a song that many knew, but then again a lot many didn't; Underture by The Who. It was one that most everyone knew, but at least everyone knows The Who. If not, well let's not go there.


Marco thought about asking Erik something. About his roommate situation. Erik started to look a bit familiar. Hmmm..Was he? "
You know, Erik, you look familiar. Have I seen you before?" He asked curiously. Was it from class? The dorms? Around campus? It was eating at Marco, he swore now that he thought about it Erik could be the senior supervisor for his dorm. But that was all up to the answer if Marc was right.

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( words donee ) ( tagsErik played by Jay!) ( outfit goes here ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY! Marco was a senior. For a moment, Erik was sure that Marco was one of those underclassmen who looked like they could be a senior. Now he didn’t feel bad about wanting to drag Marco places. Plus they were even the same age. Erik had dated a few guys younger than him, and it was kind of awkward, even if it was just a year’s difference. His friends had given him shit and more. “Hey, that’s pretty cool. What kind of music do you do?” he asked. “Well, I mean sing,” he added.

Erik smiled. “Yeah, my mom was all over my ass my first year here. I’m their only child, soo it comes with the territory,” he said. Erik had always felt kind of bad that he was their only child, even though it wasn’t exactly his fault. Something happened during his birth that scarred his mom’s womb, making impossible for her to bear children again, so the parents were over-protective with their child, and Erik couldn’t blame them. But it also helped him in a few ways. First, when he came out to them, they wouldn’t get rid of him, he was too dear to them. Plus they were really liberal and were totally fine with him being bi. They still had some chance of grandkids. He just had to fall in love with a chick.

Erik accepted Marco’s sheet music. It looked like some alien code to him. Erik couldn’t sing to save his life, nor could he really dance. Lord, never let him pick up an instrument either. First, he could never remember any type of fingering for keys, and the idea of certain mouth postures to play them was totally lost on Erik. Then there was the whole reading music bit again. He was able to figure out what the music actually was. The Who. He wasn’t really familiar with The Who; Erik was more a modern music guy, but he had at least the knowledge of who the group was. He nodded to show his approval of the song.

Erik’s face broke out into a huge grin when Marco asked where he might’ve seen Erik around before. “I’m the senior supervisor for the boys’ dorm rooms. You’ve probably seen me walking around, making sure you boys aren’t drinking and getting high under my watch,” he laughed after that last bit. Like Erik really cared about that stuff. The administration did, so he pretended that he did too. “It’s really nice. I get a room to myself… and my cat and ferret.” He smacked himself mentally. Who talked about their pets to a total stranger? Especially something as odd and out there as a ferret. The little ferret was one of the things that Erik loved almost as much as life itself. Zen the ferret was only two years old, and he’d stolen Erik’s heart. He had been a seventeenth birthday gift, and his cat, Raven, had been a late eighteenth birthday present.

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. five hundred two.
LYRICS. hot wings (i wanna party from the movie rio.
OUTFIT. here.
NOTES. lol. just lol.

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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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If the sun wasn't already shining, it was now. Bright and beautiful. As soon as Erik mentioned his cat, it made Marco a little nostalgic for the brand new kitten that his family had just gotten and named Halo, because she was small and white, but Halo mostly belonged to Hannah, Marco's little sister. His love, and the one who still has his heart, is the Black lab they rescued from the pound, who he named Spike. "My sister just got a new kitten. She's pretty cute. Hannah named her Halo because she has this cute little blue eyes. Frankly I think it's because of the Beyonce song, but don't quote me." Marco answered with a laugh. Hannah was the closest of the siblings to him and they have quite an interesting bond.


Marco couldn't help but smirk when Erik mentioned he has a ferret. "That's quite intetresting. But too cute" He said. He had never met anyone in his life who owned a ferret much less had the license and everything to own it. Erik was one very lucky young man. Then he mentioned that he was the senior supervisor in the men's dorm. Ah. That was it! "Ohh yes! Now I remember!" Marc exclaimed. One night he was coming up from doing laundry, rather late, and he had seen Erik patrolling the halls checking all the rooms. Luckily, Marco didn't get into any trouble. And hopefully he wouldn't at all.

Although, in the back of Marc's mind, he might as well be getting into a little trouble, because at this moment, he wanted to date the senior supervisor. "That must be nice having your own room. Technically right now I have my own too, well they haven't given me a roommate yet. Don't know why. This hasn't happened before." Marc commented. It was still quite odd as to why Marco still hadn't gotten a roommate. Yes, it was the beginning of the year, but they must've been having a nasty back up for it to be this bad.

"I sing basically everything. But my favorite is today's music. I'm not much of a fan of The Who. I really have an obsession with F.O.B." Marco answered. He put the music back into the locker, and finally took out the rest of what he needed, including the new music he would need for this afternoon. It was of course, his choice of song, and of course, it was Fall Out Boy's, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me. Which, Marco was hoping, the second part, would hopefully happen.

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( words donee ) ( tagsErik played by Jay!) ( outfit goes here ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

Erik’s face morphed into one that someone would make when seeing an adorable kitten. “Aw, that’s adorable. I love cats with blue eyes. Sometimes I wish Raven, my kitten, had blue eyes instead of green eyes. Her fur’s jet black, so the green eyes make her look like a witch’s cat, not a senior supervisor’s,” he said, laughing at his joke. Raven was a bouncy little kitten, who could be amused by anything and everything in the room. Erik actually had to buy a small dog crate and fit it with its own litter box and food dishes and the works so that Raven wouldn’t get into anything she shouldn’t in his room.

Erik smiled when Marco made the comment on his ferret. “Yeah. Zen’s my little baby. My dad found me this ferret leash so I could take him with me outside and actually walk him if I wanted to… which I don’t,” he said, stopping himself from continuing on and on about the little furry critter. Zen was like Raven in the fact that he was curious, but unlike Raven in that he was allowed out of his cage sometimes when Erik was out of his room. The critter knew that he couldn’t get into trouble, and learned how to keep his privilege of staying outside his cage.

Erik nodded. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. Kinda lonely though. I have my animals and whatever, but there isn’t any other company,” he said. He wanted to say that he wanted Marco to be his company, and he’d let him share his bed at night, but he didn’t want to sound like a creep. “Oh yeah, I heard that the administration is having a hell of a time with stuff right now. I think it’s because they’re already prepping for the big show this spring. Other things are taking less a priority for them. I’m expecting them at any moment to spring on me with the list of names and tell me to sort everyone. Pray to God they don’t. But seriously, enjoy your time alone,” Erik said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

Then, something popped into his mind. He might as well tell Marco now before he heard it from someone else. Erik didn’t want to get shit from this kid, and he wanted to know how he’d react, and might as well hear it from the source, right? “Oh, Marco. Before you hear from someone else who might try and twist my… flawless reputation. I think you should know that I’m bi. And no, I won’t rape you in your sleep. I’m sure some freshman has already started the rapist rumor out of jealousy,” he said. His tone made him almost seem bored, and like he really didn’t care, though he really did. He hated last year having his friends ask him who he’d get at first as senior supervisor.

“Dude, I love F.O.B.!” Erik practically yelled out. “What songs do you know, and which are your favorites? Mine are mostly from Infinity on High. Fame<Infamy, You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave, Golden, and I Don’t Care are my favorites,” he said. Not many people really listened to Fall Out Boy anymore, since the band broke up. Erik didn’t care. He had all the CDs, and every song and music video on his iPod. He even had their cover of What’s This? from The Nightmare Before Christmas, one of Erik’s favorite movies. 573

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. five hundred two.
LYRICS. hot wings (i wanna party from the movie rio.
OUTFIT. here.
NOTES. i feel like a traitor, writing this with panic! playing.

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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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Really? He's bisexual too? Marco thought. He didn't know to many people so far here who were or were willing to admit it out loud. It's not a bad thing, Marco respects people of other orientations. "Why would you think I would react badly?" Marc answered with a laugh. He thought for a second and decided he might as well break the news to Erick, considering he couldn't hide any longer that he really wanted to hit on Erik. "There's no reason for me to act funny about someone being bisexual, or any other orientation, I respect all. And Erik, I'm bisexual." He responded. He waited to see what Erik would say, considering you coudln't tell that Marco was bi just by looking at him.

"They're having some problems? Well that explains it." He commented with a chuckle. It would probably take forever for him to have a roommate. He didn't mind the time alone at all. In fact it was nice, tranquil even. Silence is golden after all. 'I'm practically obsessed with Sugar We're Going Down, Thanks For The Memories, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me, and I Don't Care." Otherwise, Marco was completely obsessed. The band had broken up, and Marc practically passd out upon hearing the news. That Pete Wentz had some serious explaining to do about his divorce from Ashlee Simpson. Scandal!

"If it helps, no one I know spread that rumor around." Marco hadn't heard a word about it. Even if he had, Marc can't stand gossip, it was too much, and too rude. No one deserved a ruined reputation. No one. It wasn't right. Not one bit. Marc closed his locker and proceeded to lean to the left facing Erik. They were standing about a foot apart, but Marco could smell his cologne. Mhmmm...yummy He thought.
"Good luck! But if you need any help sortign through the list, I'd be happy to oblige."

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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

Erik smiled and reached his hand behind his head, his hand resting on the back of his head. “I don’t know, really. Just in care you were homophobic or something…” he said, trailing off at the end. He didn’t want to have Marco thinking he thought he was homophobic at all. “N-Not that I thought you were or anything, just in case or whatever,” he said. Great, not he just sounded lame. “Good going, Erik, now what’ll he think of you?”

[/i] he couldn’t help spitefully thinking to himself. Then Marco said something that almost made Erik pass out right there and then.

“I’m bisexual.”

Ho. Ly. Fucking. Shit. Erik nearly bounded out his skin. He didn’t want to make himself sound too eager to do anything, but this couldn’t have been a better day for him. One, he was taking over as the male senior supervisor for the dorm, it was still the nice part of school where the weather was warm and class hadn’t progressed to be difficult yet. He could coast and enjoy the weather while it lasted. And then this kid comes out to him. He held everything in though, no need to make a big deal out of it… yet. He smiled, pushing everything out of his face. “Hey, if you ever need to talk to anyone, come find me. My room is 101,” he said. He was sure that some of his surprise could be detected in his voice, but he didn’t care. He already said it.

Erik nodded to Marco’s song choices, his grin returning. What really made him smile was Marco’s kindness in reference to his earlier statement about the rumor. “It does help, thanks,” he said, pouring all the sincerity he could into the statement. Then Marco asked him if he could help. Erik’s eyes glinted with a mischievous playfulness. “I don’t know there, Marco. I can’t have it so you rig yourself a really hot roommate,” he said. If anything, Erik wanted to be the one to have Marco all to himself, and he couldn’t stand the idea that Marco could get a roommate that was really attractive and fall for him instead of Erik.

He stood there, holding Marco’s look. They were so close together. Just one more foot… “Hey, can I see your phone for a minute, Marco?” he asked, though he didn’t hold out his hand yet. “I’d like to give you my number if you want to hang out or something.” “Yeah, or something,” he thought to himself.

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. four hundred twenty-one.
LYRICS. hot wings (i wanna party) from the movie rio.
OUTFIT. here.
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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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He did it. He actually did it. Marco had admitted to Erik that he is bisexual. And if Erik didn't think Marco didn't see the look on his face, oh he was dead wrong. Marco tried to hide his smile but he just coudln't. He nodded, and handed Erik his Droid. He definitely wanted Erik's number. "Aww ,come on. just one peek!" Marco answwered with a laugh. He was joking of course. Whatever roommate they gave him woudl be fine. But having a room all to himself is good with him as well.

"I'll keep that in mind. thanks." Marco responded with a wink. He wasn't too much more down from Erik so it wouldn't really be a problem. But the long hallways they jsut had to build were a bit of a pain. Especially when the new freshmen carried their luggage. He always heard the complaining and the fruntign from everyone each year trying to lug their stuff up to whatever floor. Whether it was first, second ,third, or even top level, he had heard it all. Stuff falling, people having to find their things along the way, it was grueling.

"I'd love to hang out sometime." Marco added. That would be great actually. But Marco didn't want to seem needy or nuts. Not attractive at all. And Erik would probably run. That would be even worse. And Marco would feel soo sad if that happened. He stood there and smiled trying not to blush. And that little feeling was creeping up and he almost had to cross his legs. But either way, he wanted to see Erik agian. A lot.

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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

Erik accepted Marco’s phone and punched in his number and name. He pulled out his iPhone and offered it to Marco, saying, “And can I be lucky enough to get your number as well?” He’d tried to be as suave as he could, but he wasn’t sure that the overall goal had been achieved, he just hoped that Marco wouldn’t but a shit number on his phone. Erik had had that happen to him a few times, where some guy gave him their number and Erik would text or call it, only to find out that either the number was fake or it wasn’t their real number. Erik trusted Marco enough that he was sure he couldn’t get a bust number. Erik smiled at the other boy’s question. “No, dear child, I can’t give out the list all willy-nilly,” he smiled, nearly laughing. He added on a quick, “Administration’s rules, not mine sweetie.”

He hadn’t meant to call Marco sweetie… it just happened. Erik was about up to his ears with saying stupid things, and this was not something he was going to regret. He had Marco’s number, and he was sure that the other senior was into him. He pretended that he didn’t notice his slip of the tongue, and hoped Marco would catch his drift though. Speaking of tongues, what wouldn’t Erik give to have a little action with Marco? He pushed the thought from now. “Seriously, even if you just want to hang, drop in. Juust, pardon the probable mess that is my room,” Erik was sure that if Marco ever came to his room, he’d find it a slight messy. It happened when you crammed two animals and a senior that spent more time out of his dorm than in it, and usually Erik was too tired to do anything but sleep when he got into his room. In the time since school started, Erik hadn’t had that much free time. He even had to come to school a week earlier than everyone else to help out with things around the dorms. Fun shit like that.

Marco’s face was just so close… Erik leaned in a bit closer to the other senior. He couldn’t help it. He just wanted to be right there next to Marco. Thoughts were running wild through his head. He could feel his heart starting to pound from anticipation and the sheer closeness. It felt like little shocks were trying to get his nerves to get that much closer… to reach up and put a hand on Marco’s cheek, drag him in… No. Erik couldn’t do that. Who kissed a guy on the first date? Scratch that, who kissed a guy before the first date. No, Erik wasn’t going to be that guy. If Marco wanted to be the one to initiate anything, Erik was perfectly fine by it. In fact, he wanted Marco to start something. “That’d be awesome. Maybe tonight, around six at my dorm?” he asked.

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. four hundred ninety-seven.
LYRICS. hot wings (i wanna party) from the movie rio.
OUTFIT. here.
NOTES. omg… intense.

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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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Marco took the phone from Erik and implanted his number in it. He even put himeself on speed dial. Putting his phone back in his pocket, Marco answered Erik's question, "Sure. Sounds good. I've got my last class next and then I'm free." It was good to be a senior. It mean shorter schedules, but the work load was hell. Worse than all four years combined. It was like a whole other hell. And everyone hated it, especially Marco.

"Don't worry, guys are the messy ones." Marco joked with a laugh. It was true, guys usually were the messier ones compared to girls. It was no secret that Marco was by no means at all a neat freak. He was organized, but not THAT organized. He was not OCD or crazy for that matter. It wasn't Marc, and it wasn't like him. Even if he wanted to, Marco was no neat freak.
Marco kinda tuned out for a sec and imagined what it would be like to date Erik. And well..other things. But he jumped out of the gutter. That would be for later.



All of a sudden his phone beeped. Text message. Again?? Marc thought. "Oh wonderful. Mason is out with the flu. My music class got canceled. Ugh I swear that man is always getting sick! I guess it's back to my dorm to study." Marco commented. It was so lame that Mr. Mason was suseptible to every disease out there. Just last year he was out for a whole semester because of some weird case of the mumps. Odd. But anyhow, now Marco woudl at least have some time to study. And think about Erik.

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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

Erik’s face broke out into a bigger grin, if that was possible. He had Marco’s number! Score! This day seemed like it couldn’t get any better. Well, there was the possibility that Marco would kiss him right here and right now. That would probably make this the best day in Erik’s life. That and he had a date with Marco. Well, Erik saw it as a date. He wasn’t sure if Marco would think of it the same that he did, but that didn’t really matter at this moment. All he knew was that he was going to have to get his room into order as soon as possible. That meant that when he had time, Raven was going to have to go into her crate, and Zen wouldn’t be able to get out of his cage for the day. Poor Zen, he hated when he couldn’t be out of his cage. Erik really needed to get a jumbo walking bubble for the ferret, so he could walk around and not get into trouble. “Dude, I’m jealous that you only have one class. I have three more,” he said.

Erik found himself leaning a bit closer... but he didn’t do anything. No, not yet. There was maybe a half a foot between them now, and Erik was sure that most of the closeness was his fault. He smiled when Marco said that guys were the messy ones. “Well, I guess I can’t argue that fact, can I?” he said, laughing slightly.

Erik looked at curiosity as Marco complained about another text. His phone went off soon afterwards. He looked down and saw that his teacher for his American Society class was off again. This was the second time this week. Honestly, this early into the school year and a teacher had family issues. Erik was depressed. He really liked the class, even though they’d barely started. Oh well, now he didn’t have next period. Then Marco said something about having next period off as well. “Hey, you wanna go hang out or something? Mrs. Phillips isn’t here again, so I don’t have my American Society class.” He was going to have to shove his textbook into his locker. Even though it covered about sixty years of American history, the book was almost as big as his Pre Cal book, which was insane. No way was he going to lug around that much weight today. His back needed a break, badly.

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. four hundred ten.
LYRICS. hot wings (i wanna party) from the movie rio.
OUTFIT. here.
NOTES. yes, i did just kill off a class so they can be together .

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Oh yes! This was good! This was really good! They both had free time! Maybe Erik would want to hang out? Alone. ohhh! Now that was defntiely a plus. If Erik missed the rest of his classes, well that would be Marc's fault. "I woudl love to hang out" Marco responded sounding pretty eager but he really didn't care at that point. He was going to hang out with Erik. That was all that mattered at the moment. Hanging out with a really hot guy. One that he would love to ksis at the moment. He could tell Erik had moved closer to him and that was already making Marco crazy but he couldn't let it show, that would be embarrassing.



"What do you want to do?" Marco asked as they walked down the hall. They could anything and everything. Listen to music, play with Erik's pets, grab a coffee, lunch, dinner, movie, there were so many possibilities. It was blowing Marco's mind. He would get a headache from all the choices. There's so much to do Marc couldn't choose. It was too hard. It would be too hard as a matter of fact.



Marco fixed his hair a bit, hoping Erik didn't notice. He checked his breath and quickly did a girly thing but he didn't care and looked at his phone screen, as it was acting like a mirror and made sure his skin looekd good and no hair was out of place. This would be a huge moment for them. This could be the start of a couple. Oh god...meeting his parents. Mrs. Jacobson was the sweet one but she had a tendecy to interview, like a police officer. It was soo embarrassing. Marco almost never brought a girl nor a guy to meet her just because of that. Then again there was Mr. Jacobson, and he was easier. Not too much, but still. He was the softy, but he had his standards.



Marco sparayed a ltitle breath spray off to the side, thank goodness Erik didn't see, and smiled back as he turned around. Running a hand through his hair, Marc took a breath in and one out. He couldn't believe it was happening. He took a second to think about if he had...proection. He knew he was early for that, but so what?! Where was his wallet anyway? Where did I leave my wallet? He thought. This would need some serious searching later on in his room. It had to be somehwere. Or if Erik had something, maybe he wouldn't have to run to his room. Maybe.

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