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Room 335 - Sometime after classes on Wednesday

Victor sat on his bed, waiting for Walter and rewinding the tape from the bonfire the previous night. He remembered that he had offered to run for student council, but really didn't know what to do. Everyone else was making posters, he remembered, so he figured he should as well.

~~[ooc:Waiting for Walter to show up, but anyone else could probably swing by as well. (the door is open)]~~

[ooc: Locked to

walter_n_wires, and NFB]

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Tiger was still looking for people to play with, and he found the open door. He nosed the door open and barked happily, scrambling into the room.

"Woah!" Victor yelled as a dog ran into his room and jumped on the bed. "Um..hey!" he said, putting the camcorder tot he side while he scratched the dog behind the ears.

[[OOC: Actually, he is getting licked and rolled around on by a very attractive sixteen year old girl.

"Woah!" Victor yelled as a dog ran into his room and pounced on him. His camcorder went flying to the side as he was tackled and bathed in a swea of doggie licks. "Get off me!" he giggled.

[ooc: better?]

[[OOC: Okay, he's being licked by a very attractive teenage girl that he's seen around on posters. She only thinks she's a dog.]]

Tiger bounced around happily and barked again

[ooc: OH! Okay...well...that changes things up a bit. Let me try this one more time...]

"Woah!" Victor cried as a teenage girl bounded into his room and tackled him, sending the camcorder flying. As she licked his face, he shouted "Help! Help! Oh, GROSS! HELP!"

When the human started screaming, Tiger yelped and ran back out the open door.

"What the?" Was the first thing Victor said as the girl bounded off of him.

"I gotta get that on tape!" was the second.

Quickly, he looked for his camcorder, which had (thankfully) landed on his pillows. He turned it on and went chasing after the crazy dog-girl.

ooc: Monday night?

[ooc: Thanks, I forgot I was time traveling again. My B.]

Walter stopped outside Victor's room and peered inside. "hey."

[ooc: You just missed him! He's down here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notstakedyet/35901.html?view=1272381#t1272381) now!]

[oh, and no prob! :)]

~~Marty~~ Peter hops by the room 335 with his ~~Couch cushion cover~~ potato sack.

"I'm ^*win*-ing!" he shouts as he hops by the room.

Victor lead Walter up to his room, and shut the door behind them. He sat down on the bed, and let Walter sit wherever he thought would be comfortable. I really wish I had a chair in here.

Walter looked around and tried not to look uncomfortable. He didn't want Victor to think he held anything against him, so he sat down on the far end of the bed.

"Right. I'm not really sure where to start."

"Okay, so we know I got drunk somehow on root beer and made out with you," he blurted. "So what? Guys get drunk and make out with each other all the time! It doesn't have to matter, does it?"

Walter agreed completely. It didn't have to mean anything, which was exactly what he had been telling himself since the night before. Nothing at all. Just a bit of messing around. Nothing big.

Right?

Right.

"I don't know if one kiss counts as making out. People kiss each other all the time." See. It didn't mean anything at all.

"Well...I guess to me it does." Victor said, exhasperated. "I mean...I've never really kissed anyone before. yeah, sure, a peck here or there behind the bleachers, but not like...like I see on the movies, I guess."

He took off his shoes and pulled his feet under him, biting his lip as he tried to think of what to say. "I mean...in the movies you see all these awesome, romantic things and then you look at real life and they never happen. I guess maybe the kiss wasn't an accident after all. Maybe I just want one of those romances, but I'm too chickenshit to go out and get one. I came here thinking that was going to ahve to avoid people, that people would pick on me for being a mutant. But then I found out I was wrong, and that people wer eokay, and I met so many nice people..."

He looke dup at Walter, his eyes glistening with near-tears. "The last thing I ever wanted to do was make you feel weird, Walter. I mean, you've been nothing but awesome to me and I'm just this...kid who can't even go after what he wants. Instead, the only way he can get any action is to accidently get drunk off of root beer of all the fucking things. Dammit, Walter, I am so sorry..." he quivered, the tears finally breaking. He felt himself becoming the color of his blanket, but didn't care.

"Hey.... Victor." Walter listened to Victor's admissions and started to feel just miserable. He didn't really know how to handle this sort of display of emotion, though.

"Come here." He scooted over on the bed and put an arm around Victor. "Look. Where - and when - I come from, that I like guys is a big thing. It's not something I've been able to talk about at all.

"So it's not you that made me feel weird. I'm still getting used to the idea that people are okay with it."

Victor leaned into Walter's shoulder, careful to not prick him with his head spikes. "I used to have a teacher, Mr Beaubier," he began, sniffling as he talked. "He was gay, too, and he really helped me a lot with my feelings. I guess having him as kinda like a "big brother" made me braver to be who I am, y'know?"

He concentrated, and made himself turn his skin back to normal. "Ypu'd think people would just...mind their own business, y'know? It's like people aren't happy unless they're controlling someone, which really sucks. I mean, why should it matter if we're gay, or what we look like? JUst because we're different doesn't mean we're evil or something. We're just trying to live life..."

He sniffed again and sat up, looking into Walter's eyes. "Look, I'm sorry that I'm getting all emotional here. I just...I really like you, Walter. You're a cool guy, and I want to be able to have fun with you and talk with you and whatever with you. I don't want to ruin that by making you uncomfortable every time we're around. Yes, I want a boyfriend, and yes, I want my own sort of Hollywood romance, but not if it means losing you."

Walter smiled faintly and gave Victor's shoulder a squeeze. "What kind of friend would I be if one kiss scared me off?

"It shouldn't matter who we like. It shouldn't matter if the person I like is a guy, a girl, green, or undead. People just like to have something to point at."

He sighed and struggled with his impulsive nature versus his responsible one. "And I think it's a damned shame you don't even remember it."

Victor laughed a little and blushed. "Thanks a lot, Walter," he said with a smirk. He wiped his eyes, then looked back into Walter's. "I do want to know, though...was it any good?"

Walter's cheeks heated and he nodded. "Yes." And they were alone, and it really was a shame that Victor couldn't remember...

Impulsively, Walter put a hand on Victor's neck and leaned over to kiss him.

A shock ran through Victor as Walter kissed him, unlike any he had ever felt before. It was as if electricity was bouncing between them, and Victor found himself drawn to the other boy like a magnet. In the back of his mind, a familarity clicked, and he remembered the sweet taste of Walter's tongue. Slowly, he extended his own and wrapped it around Walter's, caressing it with tenderness.

He didn't think. He didn't care. He just...kissed...

Walter closed his eyes and shivered pleasurably at the familiar/unfamiliar taste and feel of Victor's tongue. This time he wasn't shocked and took the time to enjoy the feel of the boy's lips against his and that remarkable tongue.

He stroked his thumb over Victor's neck and finally drew away, smiling. "You'll remember this time, right?"

"I'll never forget," he whispered dreamily...

Walter smiled more broadly and gave Victor a squeeze, not in a huge hurry to leave. "Good, you were killing my ego by not remembering," he kidded.

"Oh, so that was all about your ego?" he mocked.

He glanced at the window and noticed how dark it was. "Oh, crap, I better be getting to bed. You probably should, too...unless, you want to just stay here and talk..."

[ooc: Yeah, it's that time again! I need some sleep (unfortunately), so I have to cut out until tomorrow. So, this is where Walter makes a decision. Does he say goodnight and leave, or does he spend the night laying next to Victor, talking until they fall asleep? (Which you'd get the lovely task of RPing, sadly) Either way, I'm off to sleep. Catch ya later!]

"It's always about my ego, haven't you noticed?" Walter grinned and made a face at Victor. "I would really like to stay and talk, but I promised Alanna that I'd show up and beat on someone in her self-defense class. Rain check?

"Oh, and there's a dance Friday... since we're both being brave, maybe you'll save me a dance?"

Walter slid off the bed and tipped Victor a wink before slipping out the door.

"Sure," Victor replied softly, still reeling from the kiss and a little sad to see his friend go. "Any one you want."

When Walter was gone, Victor fell back onto his bed and sighed. And there he stayed, lost in thought, until he fell asleep.

[ooc: Yeah, it is a shame. At least they didn't go with the original storyline planned for him. *shivers*

And thanks for helping me out with those. I really appreciate it.]

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