[ maple & shades & and you other losers <3 ] -- [ mature ]

[shades]

Bastian Skyes ; ;

Bastian smiled to himself, glad his careless father liked to go away on business trips with young women, or actual trips. It didn’t matter, it left him the house to himself.

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The next day, or evening to be assumed, was rather boring until it was time to cook dinner. Part of him wasn’t expecting Lauren Moscow—of all the girls—to show up. Thinking her friends might deem him, ‘dangerous’ and talk him out of it. Or even just blow him off in general, but still, a man has to eat and food was what he was making.

His soppy hair was drying quickly, the too brown color fluffing up every time Bastian ran a soft hand through it after the shower thirty minutes ago. Nimble fingers were buttoning up a cerulean blue button-down collared shirt, tugging at the collar to keep the heat off his neck as Bastian watched the noodles boil.

He was a young man who lived with his father, no maids, no butlers, the house was relatively big (five rooms), but only two men and the occasional maiden from both of them. Most left the next day, in Bastian’s case, and a few stayed awhile. Of course, that meant Bastian had to learn how to cook—his mother was a no-go she had maids back in France. So when it came down to eating, Bastian was experimenting with cooking techniques.

But spaghetti was easy. Boil noodles, heat up sauce, and Bastian even had some small meatballs for the meal. It didn’t require a lot of attention, so when the young man wandered into the living room to find a movie. His glasses-that-Bastian-only-wears-when-alone were perched on the bridge of his nose as he read the titles quietly, deciding that it would be best to let Lauren pick as he once again maneuvered back to the medium-sized kitchen.

Patience, Bastian had patience usually. Today he was getting frustrated with the concept of time; staring at the clock that read 6:50 PM, stirring the noodles before at 6:54 he dumped the water and got out plates.

Right, he wasn’t expecting Lauren; but he still had to make it seem like he was. The dark table rather plain, with bowls (for salad; she was a girl, Bastian had met many girls who complain about lack of green stuff) and plates. Let’s not forget, Bastian was half-French, he knew the best French tactic.

Treat them to dinner, watch a movie, be romantic and shit, then get in their pants.

He doesn’t mind skipping one, two, and three. Heck, Bastian can skip four. Honestly, Lauren was…special; there was an over-whelming amount of pity that Robert-fucking-Paisley chose her to harass and be a perverted bastard with. Bastian couldn’t help but treat the girl kindly.

Finally Bastian set the black frames aside, he hated glasses. Made him look, nerdy…and smart…so he excluded them from the date altogether. His green eyes running over the house again, plates, movies, dinner, showered (and smelling like cinnamon), teeth brushed albeit it being pointless with dinner, glasses on the counter, shirt buttoned. He self-consciously bit down on a nail, looking up at the time—nearing 7 PM.

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Moscow:

    Lauren had very much planned to be arriving to Bastian Skyes house that evening. She hadn't been on a real date who knows how long and thought it'd be nice for a change instead of her usual get-drunk-and-then-fuck system. Boys came and went, but none of them had ever actually asked her to dinner. She was actually looking forward to it.
    Because Lauren didn't have to do much in order to get ready {she already looked good most of the time), she only had to spend about twenty minutes on herself. She showered, blow-dried her new locks, picked out a not too slutty outfit, and then brushed on her make-up easily. By about six thirty, she was ready to go with her purse in hand and new shoes slipped onto her feet.
    Her car was a nice blue porch that had been a gift from her mother for her sixth birthday. She only just got her license the month before and her driving was well...scary. But she was starting to get the hang of it for the most part.
    She plugged in Bastian's adress into her phone and let it guide her through the roads until she arrived in his front drive. Lauren parked, then stepped out into the semi-cold. Her blue gaze took in the large span of his house and then her nicely dressed feet brought her to his front door. Her entire look was complete with slightly waved blonde hair, a darker brown eyeshadow, lightly glosses pink lips, stud earrings, leggings, and a tight shirt which hugged her nicely. 
    Lauren's index finger pressed the doorbell gingerly, waiting for him to answer. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Bastian’s eyes flicked upwards, with a glance in the mirror the hallway as he passed (running a hand through his extra fluffy and extra ruffled brown hair, all the better run fingers through), pink lips pursed as he opened the door. He put on the oh-so-familiar cocky smirk, pale green eyes flashing dangerously over the young woman.

“You came.” He stated the obvious, holding open the door to his house. Letting the freshly showered cinnamon smell of himself and house out into the night air. The hallway leading to the stairs, five bedrooms (well, an office, and four bedrooms), split off into the dining room and the living room on the right and left; the kitchen in the back. There was the faint sound of the outside and television; but other than that they were completely alone.

No maids, no butlers, no neighbors who occasionally bring Bastian dinner when they think his dad is out of town many days. Bastian’s arms crossed over his blue button-down shirt consciously, flicking the door close once she stepped inside. He, honestly, hadn’t done a dinner and a movie in a long time; so there was the slight insecure look as Bastian announced. “Dinner is ready in a few, the bathroom is just before the stairs to you your right if you wanna freshen up, or the kitchen.”

Trying to hide the slight un-sure nature in his voice, Bastian turned on heel and waltzed through the dining room to the familiar kitchen. Picking up the plates as he went to put food on them, “I hope you like spaghetti!” Did he ramble and talk too much when nervous? Yes, yes, he did. Bastian was a romantic, let actions speak, and then always have clever remarks or sweet compliments on his tongue. When he rambled, it meant he wasn’t sure to do and often went along the lines of useless things.

So that was why as he put spaghetti and sauce on the plates, he was mumbling to himself about how stupid Robert Paisley was, and how he wished that he had done the dishes that morning.

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Moscow:

    The smell of food wafted into Lauren's shnoze as she stepped into Bastian's house. Her eyes traveled over the nice furniture and make-up of the interior, approving of it with a slight nod. It wasn't a mansion by any means, but it wasn't small or inexpensive looking either. The soles of her soles clopped against the floor as she followed him towards the kitchen. "Nice house," she complimented and leaned on a counter, shimming her bag off of her shoulder. She took in the view of her surroundings and the mouth watering smell of spegetti. Lauren, at this point in time, ate food regularly. But in the future she goes on a strict diet of tic-tacs and water. And when she felt like passing out she'd eat a cube of cheese or something. Best way to keep your figure in top shape. 

    "I love pasta," she complimented and tapped her fingers on the wooden drawers below the counter top she leaned on. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Noting the approval, Bastian smirked to himself; nervousness flickering slightly as he noticed the peaking nerdy glasses on the counter. With a casual shove, he pushed them behind the bread box. Not today, not ‘nerd Bastian who actually looks quite intelligent’ present; only when sick on the couch or home alone. Fully alone, or when his dad yells at him to “wear the damn glasses and stop squinting like a pig!”

He handed the plate off to Lauren with a smile. “Good, because living with just myself and father, I do most of the cooking.” He turned back, making another plate quickly. “So if I poison you, I’m sorry in advance.” Bastian teased lightly, finishing up with a flick of pasta sauce.

It was nice meeting a girl who ate pasta, most girls complained of carbs and all that shit about ‘figure’; well he’ll be damned. So long as they weren’t a truck, he’s okay with a little curves and this-and-that.

That’s probably 100% hypocritical since most times, internally, Bastian will complain about his own weight. Well, he’ll just try and avoid it, don’t mention the calories and Bastian will pretend everything is the same as eating celery.

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Moscow:

    Lauren smiled slyly and gathered her hair over one shoulder. "Well I can't cook to save my life." She pressed her fingers against the plate and then sauntered over towards the kitchen table to sit. Lauren's actions were whorish even when she didn't mean to; just sitting down at the table with her ass poised in the air and her hands pressed flatly to the table was sensual. She licked some sauce off of her thumb also rather sexily and then glanced over at him. "Sauce is good. And I haven't dropped dead yet, so I think we'll be alright for now," she teased and waited for him to enter after him. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

“I just heated up some Ragu from a jar.” Bastian smirked, yeah, like he would make his own sauce; sitting down across from Lauren. His pale green eyes watching her steadily, before eating himself. Overall, dinner was a success. Unless he got damn sauce on his shirt, that would be embarrassing. Well, he’s not a messy eater at least…Bastian is much more careful in the presence of another.

“Erm, do you have a favorite movie or kind of movie? I didn’t know whether to go deep into the chick flicks my mother left behind, or settle on something with explosions or Disney animated and hope you didn’t mind.” He tried to converse, wondering if the temperature rose within the last few minutes, or if he was squinting too much.

As an afterthought, he added, “or we can skip the movie and I can just stare at you and call you pretty the whole night.” Bastian teased, his oh-so-hiding-his-insecurities smirk back.

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Moscow:

    Lauren twisted some noodles around her fork as she sat down to eat and gave him a snarky look after she'd swallowed. "I already know I'm pretty so there's no need for that," she joked, but also wasn't lying. She took a few more bites, as if in thought. "Actually, I love action movies. You pick and I won't be picky," she offered and chewed on more food. Her stomach rumbled hungrily as she observed Bastian. The shape of his features was handsome and she liked when he smirked. Lauren personally didn't smile much, but if she did when she was around you, it was either because she wanted to be fake or she was actually enjoying herself. Her hand grabbed a napkin also placed on the table and wiped her mouth, though there was nothing there in the first place. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Bastian’s eyebrow rose, not in shock, or in disbelief; but an appreciation for Lauren. Whether or not she was trying to please him, well, she was doing a darn good job of leaving Bastian Skyes—known player and sex extraordinaire—smitten. Realizing he was staring, and with the red drawl creeping on his cheeks, there was a flustered moment where he realized there was nothing to drink. Wiping his clean face with a napkin, “um do you want water? Or soda? Or juice? Or um…” Bastian scratched his neck quietly, and nervously, looking away to not let the reddening cheeks be revealed.

Damn it. Where were his perfect social flirting skills now?

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Moscow:

    Lauren ate another bite and smiled up at him sweetly. "Water's fine, if you don't mind." Her hair was pushed back suddenly by her nice finger nails. One of her pet peeves was getting her hair intermixed with her food. Her eyes flickered over to him, spotting a hint of red in his cheeks. She grinned again and titled her head to observe him. "Thanks for inviting me. I can't remember the last time I went on a real date."

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Bastian got up a bit too hastily, his foot knocking into the wood of his chair; but he resisted the urge to swear. “Right, got it.” Wandering into the kitchen, pulling out two glasses and a cold pitcher of water from the fridge. It took a mere minute, before he returned.

“Let me guess, all sex and drinking and no love?” Bastian guessed, setting the water next to her plate; a rare shy smile adorned on his face.

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Moscow:

    Lauren smirked and ate another bite of food. "How'd you guess?" she joked and wiped her mouth again with the napkin. Taking the glass of water from where he'd left it, she took a dainty sip and set it down. Her fingers curled around it, making her knuckles turn a little white faintly. Her blue eyes trailed over his face, studying his features. Whether or not her and Bastian hit it off, she'd still remember the curve of his lip and the color of eyes.

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Rolling his pale green eyes, taking a sip of his own drink. “I may not object to it, but it gets annoying once in awhile when that’s all everyone expects from me. From one slut to another, it’s nice for a casual change of things.” Bastian stated honestly, a finger pointing lightly in her direction, still gripping his glass. It never mattered to him, time, location, and means; but once in awhile it’s nice to meet someone at school, after school, do dinner and a movie, bring flowers, be romantic and shit. Not just one-timers and quickies all the time, god knows, he’s probably the Casanova of East High. That’s not a fucking compliment to one’s self either, he’s seen Casanova movies because ‘why the hell not’ and the man must of fucked over a hundred woman and fathered many also.

Damn it, now Bastian was feeling guilty. He sipped his water again, the spaghetti suddenly becoming unappealing, but he shoved down another fork of it anyways absentmindedly.

[Maple ♥]

Lauren Moscow:

    Lauren smiled again and laughed at his comment. "Oh, I'm never one to turn down fucking," she grinned at him, twirling the liquid in her glass around with dazzling eyes as they focused on her project. She'd been known as a slut and enjoyed it or the most part, but none of it had much substance anymore. Her gaze flickered back up to him with a seductive smirk. "I've heard I'm actually pretty good at it. But yeah, it's nice to actually just hang out," she breathed and pushed her plate away slightly, loosing her appetite. 

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Bastian Skyes ; ;

Bastian chuckled, taking another bite and then a wipe of his napkin. “Hey now, I’ve been told I’m the best in town. Even better then some of the guys-hiding-in-the-secret-closet’s girlfriends.” He grinned cockily, something of a teasing smug smirk. Of course, he wasn’t above sleeping with people if girlfriends or boyfriends, only if they insisted even then a bit of guilt tugs at his strings lightly. Especially since there were the few times he was confronted in public, even slapped once in the lunch room by Sarah McClean after she found out about him and her boyfriend. Whoops, that time he had no idea they were dating.

“Gotta rep to keep, ya know. Even if it means out-sexing you.” He wiggled his eyebrows, taking a sip of water.

“Fuck that sounded creepy, sorry. Keeping it casual.” Bastian scolded lightly, wiping a little dribble of water from his pink lips.