Fancy meeting you here [CLOSED]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Feeling Brent's smile on his made Chase feel amazing. Like he was on cloud nine. It meant that Brent wasn't completely mad at him right now. That he still had some kind of chance, no matter what Chase thought about him being the one that was going to be hurt.

Chase leaned his head against the hand that Brent brought to his face. This felt... right. Chase could stay this way for the rest of his life. He just hoped Brent wanted to. More than he wanted to with Maryn. Chase wanted to not think that he wasn't good enough for Brent, but that was crossing his mind.

"Us being stupid is what makes us perfect for each other." Chase smirked at Brent. He knew it was true. Brent and Chase were a lot a like. Besides for the major difference of Brent not liking animals and Chase being an animal lover. But that wasn't anything major. It wasn't like Chase had random pets. He actually didn't even have one.

"I love you too, Brent. You know that. Or at least I hope you do." Chase looked down. Chase knew that at some point Maryn had crossed his mind. Now that Chase had been so completely stupid as to mention her. Chase had been thinking it for a while, but he figured it was time to voice his thoughts.

"Brent. I think you should decide fully before you tell Maryn. And... and... if you should... choose her," Chase stuttered. He didn't he want to think about it, but he continued. "You shouldn't tell her what happened... Unless of course you really want to. But if you choose her, I want you to be able to be happy with her. I don't want her to be mad and leave you. I want you to be happy. I could keep it a secret. No one would need to know."

Chase knew that Brent probably wouldn't want to do that. Because he would want to tell her. To be honest with her. But Chase needed Brent to know that he just wanted Brent to be happy, and Chase would do anything as long as that happened. No matter how much Chase was hurting. He would make sure Brent wasn't. Somehow, someway. He would make sure of that because Brent's happiness was always more important than Chase's. He figured that out ten years ago when they broke up the first time. He only ever wanted Brent to be happy.

Chase looked up at Brent, and looked in his eyes. Almost like he was searching for something. Anything. But he didn't know if he would ever find it. Maybe because he didn't know for sure what he was searching for in the first place. He loved Brent's eyes. They were such a dark brown that Chase could almost see himself in them like a mirror. He could stare in them for days.

OOC: Yeah. So sorry for the long reply. lol. I think the other rp I'm on is wearing off on me... and we have to make extremely long ones on there.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] know that. It's just nice to hear you say it, y'know..." Brent said softly, feeling a bit idiotic again and blushing lightly as he spoke.

"If I make a decision before telling Maryn about... everything... then, well, I probably won't even end up speaking to her because I can't make a decison. I keep thinking about it but I just have no idea. And I have to tell her the whole truth, whatever happens. I can't lie to her, Chase. I've already lied enough." Brent sighed, a pained expression crossing his features, "I guess I'm kind of indirectly getting her to make the decision for me..."
Brent knew doing this wasn't fair on anyone at all but it would make things so much easier for him. He almost always took the easiest option in everything he did.

Subconsciously, Brent began biting his lip nervously; suddenly scared of the consequences that he'd have to face soon. What frightened him more was that fact that he had no idea what these consequences would actually be. Brent switched his gaze to the floor as Chase looked up again, knowing his best friend would be able to see what he was feeling right now.[/font][/ul][/color]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase laughed. "Girly-Haired man, you read my mind." Chase laughed at how many nicknames Brent and Chase had for each other. Chase may act like he hates the nicknames, but he really loves them. Only because Brent made them.

Chase smirked at Brent again and reached up to give him another quick kiss. "I'll make sure to tell you that more often then." Chase snorted as he thought of something. "Ya know. That statement makes it seem like you're the girl in this relationship, Boo-Boo." Winking at him once more. He knew he could get yelled at for that comment. But he didn't care at this point.

Chase knew he shouldn't have said it as he knew Brent would want to tell the truth. He was that honest. It didn't mean Chase liked it though. He still wanted Brent to be happy with whatever decision he made. And he had a feeling Maryn wouldn't like the fact she was being cheated on right now.

He met Brent's eyes and could see the pain in them. Seeing that he was afraid of whatever situation came from this. Either way someone would be hurt. Chase knew that. Brent knew that. But it had to happen. There was no other way.

"I know, Boo-Boo. I know. But we'll deal with whatever comes out of this. Together. Because I'm not leaving your side."

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] nickname for Brent so he supposed he could deal with it - on occassion. "Yup, I read your mind with my super powers of awesome." he beamed, not even bothering to think of how big an idiot he must look and sound like right now.

Brent's smirk grew as Chase smirked at him again. He was so in love with that smirk. Brent giggled a little as Chase gave him a quick kiss. Your levels of idiocy never cease to amaze me, McKinney. Brent had to ignore that annoying, drawling voice in the back of his mind. Idiocy was cute, right? Anyway, after knowing Brent for twenty years; Chase had seen a whole lot of idiocy coming from Brent. "Good."

Half outraged, half amused, Brent narrowed his eyes a little a kicked Chase hard in the shin. "Thanks a bunch, Chay-Chay." he snapped dryly, "Enough with the compliments already."
Brent could tell he was smiling even though he was supposed to be annoyed and sarcastic at the moment. He didn't care, it was only small smile. Chase would notice it though... He always did.

"Yeah, together. But if you do leave my side I'll seriously kick your arse." Brent chuckled, meaning every word of what he had just said.[/font][/color][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Brent looked completely childish when he stuck his tongue out at Chase, yet Chase thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. Brent's face was always the most adorable thing. No matter what expression was on it. But Chase really liked when Brent blushed. That was the cutest but Brent hated it. It was really a good thing that Chase could make Brent blush a lot.

"Hmmm. Then what am I thinking at this exact moment?" Chase winked at Brent again, knowing that he couldn't read Chase's mind, but finding it funny to ask.

"Ouch!" Chase yelled as Brent kicked his shin for probably the hundredth time in their lives. It seemed to be Brent's go to place to kick when he was mad at Chase. "My shins are going to be permanently damaged by you!"

Chase silently wondered if Brent was truly mad at him for his comment, but when he saw the slight smile, the one Brent probably didn't want anyone to see but had to let slip, he knew he wasn't. That Brent was just joking like he always does, and Chase was happy about that.

"I won't leave Brent! I didn't leave you last time, did I?" Chase knew he shouldn't have brought it up again. But this wasn't anything bad. It was to show Brent that Chase wouldn't leave. That he would never leave Brent. Even if it was for the fact that Chase couldn't live without Brent. Even if he was just a friend.

OCC: Again... I'm sorry sorrry sorry sorry sorry. I can continue this forever... because I feel so bad.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] in love with him."
Brent beamed widely at Chase. "I'm right, aren't I? Most people think that though."

Brent had to hold back another giggle.

Smirking, Brent shrugged, "Oh well, it'll be your fault if they are. You shouldn't annoy me, Chay-Chay."
Brent knew that he'd been bruising Chase's shins for twenty years now and Chase would always complain to him about it. He wasn't ever going to stop though; Brent knew that much.


Brent was sure that Chase was telling him the truth and wouldn't leave him but if he did choose Maryn and Chase was still there, by his side he didn't think that he could deal with the guilt. "No... But... Whatever." he mumbled quietly, hating that he had to think again.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase wanted to laugh at the concentrated face Brent was giving him. Like he was actually trying hard to figure out what Chase was thinking. It wasn't too hard, Chase always thought it. So he wasn't surprised when Brent got it right.

"Hmm. Of course that's what I'm thinking. Am I that predictable?" Chase laughed at winked at Brent again.

"My fault for annoying you?! Pshh. You wish. You shouldn't kick so hard!!! Learn to kick like a girl, McKinney!" Chase laughed as he said it. His shins only hurt for a little bit after Brent kicked them. So he knew he wasn't kicking them too hard, but it still hurt none-the-less.

Chase could tell that Brent's mood took a turn for the worse. Probably because he was thinking again. It seemed like everything was perfectly fine when Brent wasn't thinking. And when Chase wasn't thinking. But eventually, they both had to think.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] annoying!"

Brent knew his reply of 'yeah, no, whatever' had been a pathetic one. He knew that if Chase had said that to him, he'd definitely get annoyed. But Chase had always been more patient than him. Brent was glad of that. If they both had such short tempers then they'd constantly be arguing. Brent didn't think he'd be able to cope with that. He cringed a little, realised he'd been thinking again.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase laughed as he saw Brent start to blush. It was so like him. It seemed like every time he winked at Brent, his cheeks turned red. Chase was perfectly okay with that. He thought Brent looked so adorable while blushing. Yet Brent thought he looked horrible. Brent could never look horrible. Not in Chase's eyes at least.

"Definitely. Ever try that muggle sport... football? Or whatever. I'm sure your kicking skills could be put to much better use in that sport than by kicking my shins." Chase was a half blood, but he really didn't have much connection with the muggle world. He hated his father and did everything to not be associated with him. His mother may have been in the muggle world as well, but it wasn't that simple. His life was still that of a wizards.

"I know I am. It's a talent that I strive for. To annoy you, as much as I possibly can!" Chase smirked at Brent. He wanted to just lean in and kiss him again. Forgetting about anything else, but they weren't in the right place to do that. Not to mention they couldn't just keep spending all their time kissing. Their relationship was more than that. Yet something in the back of Chase's mind told him that he wanted to have as many romantic moments with Brent as he could right now. Mainly because he didn't know how long this would last.

Chase couldn't think about that right now though. He didn't want to think of being left behind again. He wouldn't think about it.... He couldn't.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] football-related incident in his lifetime that was just over twenty years ago he shouldn't avoid it altogether. But he did. Brent and sports (magical or muggle) really did not mix. He clearly remembered attempting to play Quidditch once and falling off his broom. It was a good job that Keith Blackwood had been with him... and that they were still best friends when it had happened or Brent probably wouldn't be alive or capable of walking. Brent scowled a little, not wanting to think of Keith. Keith was on his list of people that should die.

"And that's why I'm gonna stick to kicking your shins." Brent mumbled a little coldly. Stupid Blackwood.

Brent kicked Chase again, ignoring the fact that Chase was smirking. And it was hot. Very hot. "No fair, I never annoy you... Well, not purposely anyway. Actually, I do sometimes... A lot... Kind of..."
Brent shut himself up and groaned, feeling idiotic again. "Whatever, Jackson."[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase laughed. He knew that Brent wasn't really able to play any sports. He wasn't coordinated enough to play sports. It was fun to tell him to none-the-less. Chase had never heard about that incident before. He found it weird, and fascinating that he still didn't know everything about Chase. He supposed there was a lot he didn't know. The part of Brent's life that had been before he found out he was a wizard.

Chase couldn't even begin to think about what Brent went through with that alone. Not even knowing you were a wizard before you got the letter and someone came to your home to explain it to you. It had to have been hard. Not to mention all the bullying he had to go through. He went through a year of it without Chase or any of the guys either. Chase didn't even know what happened that year. He put it in a list in the back of his mind. A list of things he had to ask Brent.

"I think that would have been amusing to see. How did you break your leg, if you were the one tackling?" Chase tried not to laugh. He knew it probably wasn't funny for Brent. He also knew that at this point, his shins were numb and another kick wouldn't do much more damage.

"You don't annoy me at all, Boo-Boo. I've grown accustomed to your annoying tendencies, and I've learned to love them all." Chase smiled at Brent. A true smile. Not one of Chase's smirked, or a wink or anything. A true smile. Chase felt like he needed to give Brent one. He seemed... tense. Sometimes Chase felt that Brent and him goofed off too much, but it was just the way they were. It was how they got along, and Chase didn't want to change that. He loved that about their relationship. Even when they were dating and not just best friends. Chase loved how comfortable they were together. Like they were truly meant for each other.

"Hey. You seem like you're getting in a bad mood. I wanna change that. What shall we do to keep your mind off... work?" Chase was going to say the decision, but decided it wasn't the best idea to mention it when Chase was going to try to get his mind off of that. So Chase chose work instead. Brent would know what Chase was about to say, but would know that Chase meant business in his idea for distracting Brent from the real world. Chase hated when Brent was in a bad mood. He just hoped he could change it.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase laughed full out now. He swore Brent said those kind of things just to make him laugh. The whole thing about the dude being bigger and stronger than Brent, hilarious. "You know. Its not hard to be bigger and strong than you, girly haired man. Its rather easy actually. Most guys are, except Hunty of course." Chase laughed again.

"Ouch! ...again! You need to stop doing that! It hurts! You don't want me to not be able to play the drums do you?" Chase gave Brent a sad face, hoping it would make Brent feel bad. But knowing it probably wouldn't. Chase wasn't truly sad or mad about it. He found it funny.

"That is a complete lie, McKinney. I can tell when you lie to me. You're not in a good mood. Now tell me what I can do to change it." Chase didn't like it when Brent tried to act alright when he clearly wasn't. It made Chase seem like he wasn't important enough to be told. All he wanted to do was help him.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] just for good measure.
"You can still play the drums without your shins... Mostly." he said quietly afterwards, pouting a little.

Brent looked down at his feet, not wanting to look up at Chase. "I... I don't know." he sighed honestly.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

"I'm sorry. Guess you're clearly not in the mood for jokes. Sorry." Chase mumbled it. He didn't know what was up with Brent but he wasn't liking it. Him and Brent always joked. Why was today any different. It shouldn't be, but it was. Brent just wasn't in a good mood. Yet Chase couldn't even help him.

Chase was going to come up with a reply about Hunty, but decided against it. It wasn't very important and knowing Brent right now. Chase didn't want to say it made him mad, because he knew Brent was probably just in a bad mood. But it did make him mad because Chase was his best friend, he shouldn't block him out like that.

hissing in pain slightly, he ignored the kick. Figuring that was the best thing for right now. Chase would check for permanent damage later. It was about all he could do.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you, even though I can take a guess, so I can help you? Or are you just gonna be in thhis fucking crappy mood for a while."