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The roof, laaaaaaate Wednesday night

After Starr had dumped him, Jude had disappeared for three straight days of the highest quality zombie cinema. Since he hadn't actually been dumped, his turnaround time was quicker. Which is why, with no skatepark to escape to and no working leg to skate with, he emerged from his room and headed for the roof, curling up on the ledge with his cast dangling over, leaving white plaster marks on the brick.

Life is weird sometimes was his general conclusion.

[[Open for nightowls.]]

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Now that Chad had ~~clever plotting device~~ Mizu, he was going to the roof a lot late at night because he was a lot more social than Ranma and, therefor, the pup spent more time locked up in a room. The whole twelve hour work shift probably didn't help, either.

"Oh. Hey, Jude." What was it? Cute blonde boys with whom things have gotten complicated week on the roof week? He took a seat next to Jude, while Mizu, enjoying the liberties of a long leash, went to go sniff at Bel's plants. Hopefully not to pee in them...

Jude resisted the urge to roll his eyes upwards and mutter 'Very funny'.

"Hey," he replied, looking away from Chad to bark a greeting at the puppy.

Mizu barked a greeting back, but these plants were much more interesting.

Chad rubbed the back of his neck. What do you say in a situation like this, anyway?

"Uhh...what's up?"

Jude lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug, feeling awkward but finding it hard not to perk up a little bit when he saw him.

"Nothin' much. Been doin' that thinking thing." A small smile appeared as he made a lame attempt at a joke. "Don't worry, I didn't pull anything."

Chad frowned a bit. "What would you've pulled?"

The infringing emo in his life slowed him down more than usual.

"It's a joke, dude," Jude said, still trying to smile as he settled back. "No one ever ask you if it hurt after you said 'I was thinking . . .'?"

Chad took a moment to think about if anyone ever have. A long moment, that suggested that most people figured they wouldn't have to ask if anything broke, they just assumed it. "Uhh, nope."

"Oh." He curled up a little bit more. "Guess it wasn't a very good joke, then."

"Naw, I'm sure it was," Chad assured him. "Wouldn't be the first time I ruined a perfectly good joke. M'jus' stupid sometimes. Do stupid things."

Y'know, like this whole adventure in polygamy.

Jude had kinda picked up on that.

Still not looking directly at him, his gaze now somewhere over town, he said after a long pause, "Y'know Nikki? In the picture I showed you, purple hair? She wants to kick your ass over this."

"Can't say I blame her," Chad sighed, leaning back a bit, supporting himself with his arms behind him. "I mean, what kinda jerk does something like that on Christmas? M'surprised you haven't kicked my ass yet..."

Yeah, he was trying for a small vein of humour with that last part, but, in true Chad tradition, it was almost impossible to tell.

He swung his leg a little. "Eh, I'm benched. I'll get 'Suna to do it when she gets back." He paused, considering. "I think Nikki worked her way up from 'jerk' to 'asshole', actually."

Chad gave a thoughtful grunt and nodded his head. "Appropriate enough."

Joking around was nice. It was good. It wasn't even really that awkward. But they still had to actually talk at some point.

Every single well-thought-out discussion had disappeared from his head about the same time Chad had sat down with him, which meant he now fell silent, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt again.

Chad never had a problem with silence, really. He was enjoying this a bit, actually, because it meant they could still be around each other in...relative comfort. He wasn't feeling as awkward at the moment.

But, eventually, he asked, "...So which one you leaning toward? Jerk, or asshole?"

"Neither," Jude said after a minute. He glanced quickly up at Chad, hunching his shoulders as he looked back down. "Still can't really think of you like that. But, dude. Christmas. Harsh."

"I know." Chad's rumble held an apologetic tone; he sat up, draped his arms around Jude in a light hug, hoping he would allow it. "But it was killin' me to keep it from ya any longer."

Jude stiffened slightly, laying a hand on Chad's chest but not pushing him away. No further. "Dude, you . . . you let me think nothing was wrong that whole walk home." He hesitated before asking the question. He wanted to know at the same time he really, really didn't want to know. "How long since . . . y'know?"

With the hand on his chest, Chad dropped his arms away. "I..I know, I just...didn't want anything to be wrong...or something. I don't know, something lame like that."

"It...hadn't been long. The thing with Nadia was Friday, Ted on Saturday."

Saturday. So it really hadn't been that long, even though Jude had seen him on Sunday. He nodded slowly.

"Sounds like something I'd do," he said, dropping his hand into his lap. "Not want to ruin someone's holiday 'cause I'm being a jerk. Or an asshole. Maybe both."

"Both." Chad definately agreed with the both category.

"'Kay, so both." Jude took a breath and inched closer, his knee nudging against Chad's. "I really like you, dude," he confessed, not meeting his eyes. "Really like you. But I don't know if I'm cool with this dating-other-people-too-thing."

"Not a lotta people would be," Chad ascented with falling shoulders, hunching forward a bit with a look of repose. "An' I like you a lot, too, Jude. A lot. But...I like Ted a lot, too. I thought about it, a lot, if I liked one of ya more than the other, but...I couldn't. You're both...really cool..."

"Okay."

This was probably the stupidest and most un-Jude-like thing he'd ever done and he was probably going to pay for it later. But he wasn't sitting on his ass and doing nothing and that had to count for something.

He scooted as close as he could and stretched up to kiss Chad before he chickened out.

Which...definately surprised Chad. He certainly...definately wasn't going to complain, though, leaning into the kiss, following it with more as his hand tenatively cupped Jude's cheek. This...was a good sign. It had to be. How could it be anything but?

...He'd missed this, in the past two days, and it showed.

So had Jude. His hand crept up to flatten over the back of Chad's neck as he kissed him again, those long, slow, sweet kisses that always led to long, slow, much less sweet but a whole lotta something else kisses.

He drew back finally, his nose nudging against Chad's. "I don't know if this is gonna work," he said quietly. "But I'll try. For you."

Closing his eyes, Chad responded with a long, firm kiss. Jude....shouldn't have to try. He shouldn't be in a situation where he'd have to. But, at the same time, Chad couldn't bring himself to say anything like that. He...couldn't bring himself to just discredit Teddy, either. Instead of talking, instead of potentially saying something that would backfire, or something that would end up making him appear even more the asshole jerk that he already was, he kissed. With all he had, while he could.

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