Om nom nom

Who: Kavin and Nate
When: 8pmish
Where: Phones and Kavin's

Kavin hadn't seen Nate that day. He'd skipped out on gym and still hadn't worked up the want to head into the cafeteria, so he decided that maybe those brownies sitting on the counter could get some good use. Might as well share the wealth right? So he picked up his cell unlocked his front door before plopping down on the couch and leaning his head against the cushion, legs propped on his coffee table. He was far too lazy to move again when Nate arrived, should he so choose. Ticking out a message, he couldn't help but grin a little knowing Nate would know exactly what he meant. Even if it was just one little word.

Brownies?

Talk about a text message that got right to the point, Nate thought as he read it, chuckling quietly to himself. ur place? He sent back and it was only for feeling too lazy to start writing up long-ass messages that he didn't question where said brownies had come from. The mental image of Kavin in an apron being domestic briefly crossed his mind to amuse him but he suspected this had more to do with the new girl and her bakery status than Kavin's sudden love for baking.

yup. on ur way? lol.

Kavin grinned because he hadn't even gotten questioned about where the brownies came from or what was in them. It was almost like telepathic text-messaging.

si si Nate texted back and while it wasn't so much the allure of the brownies as just the fact he wanted to get out of the house, brownies definitely sounded good too. It wasn't very late and Frank was home so he could watch over Dylan himself. Nate just wouldn't stay all that long. He arrived at Kavin's place less than twenty minutes later, knocking before opening the door.

He was still on the couch, head against the back cushion when Nate opened the door. He gave a little flick of his fingers in greeting. "Hey, man." Kavin said with a obviously slightly pot induced grin. He was slowly coming off of his high, but it was still there, slowly filtering away. After semi-serious conversations with the girlfriend, he'd needed that bit of a release from everything.

"Hey," Nate chuckled, getting rid of his coat and watching Kavin with visible amusement. "Okay dude? If brownies is codeword for something, nobody filled me in and I'll be seriously miffed," he informed him. "For serious."

"Totally codeword for orgy." he teased, the lazy grin staying on his face as he shifted forward. "So, Jeri came over after school and apparently I'm dating a regular Susie homemaker." Kavin said getting up from the couch and heading towards the kitchen and motioning for Nate to follow. He grabbed one of the brownies and set it on top of the saucer, sliding it across the counter towards him. "That..." he said, pointing to the saucer and letting his eyes catch Nate's. "Has weed, bourbon and rum in it. And chocolately goodness on top of it."

Nate's eyes went wide for a moment and then he laughed. "Sounds like my kind of brownies," he told him as he grabbed one, sniffing it curiously. "I wouldn't have been able to tell if you hadn't told me," he confessed, nibbling on it experimentally.

"Kinda handy." he smiled, contemplating eating another brownie himself. "Having someone who won't burn them to a crisp ya know?" he chuckled.

"Not good in the kitchen, huh?" Nate snickered, taking a proper bite out of the brownie and now he could taste the rum at least, a familiar flavor that put a happy smile on his face. Man he missed rum.

"Not unless you count like... heating up stuff in the microwave or popping a frozen pizza in the oven." he said, sitting himself down at the kitchen table. "I think that's the extent of my kitchen expertise. Which is why I live on the same street as my mom. If I'm starving for real food, I get in the car and head down there to have her feed me." Kavin grinned.

Nate could cook and had been decent at it since he was a kid so the thought of not being able to cook at all was pretty alien to him. Sure he understood not being able to make good food but food in general? Weird. "Clearly you need a regular Susie homemaker," he chuckled as he checked out Kavin's fridge and grabbed himself a can of soda.

"Apparently." he nodded. "I'm waiting for the bad to come through." he said with a shrug. "Aside from the fact that Gabe and I had an argument over her being a 'dork' or a 'nerd' or whatever it was he called her." Kavin sighed. "I don't particularly care for arguing with people over shit like that but I dunno, it rubbed me the wrong way. That would have been like me calling Claire names ya know? Am I a total ass for being annoyed about it? I mean... I apologized anyway but.... I dunno."

"Well, she is a geek," Nate pointed out though it didn't sound at all like he thought of that as a bad thing. "He seems pretty worried about your social standing or something. Because we all know who you hang out with in high school will effect the rest of your life. Mmhmm."

"I know she's not popular. That's part of why I like her. She doesn't talk about stupid shit like all the girls I'm used to ya know? And it wasn't so much that he called her that it was the way he said it. Like she was lower than me or something. That's why it bothered me." he sighed. "Who the hell cares about my social standing?" he said with a roll of his eyes. "News went around about us like fucking wildfire. Everyone's sooo concerned with me and who I'm making out with. To be honest, I don't know how we..." Kavin said, motioning between the two of them, "Managed to even keep... well... everything else a secret."

"Yeah, imagine what that would do to your social standing," Nate muttered with some mirth in his eyes as he took another bite of his brownie.

Kavin couldn't help but frown at that. "I didn't mean it like that." he said, shaking his head. Yeah, the slight high was gone bye bye now. "If you want to blast it from the top of the school's roof, you can." he said, a flickering smile lighting up on his face hoping to pull this conversation back from the edge before it fell over the edge.

"Someone asked me if we were-" Nate murmured once he'd washed down the happy high brownie with some coke. He wiggled his hand in indication. "So someone had a field day with rumors at least. Obviously not too much though unless I'm just not hearing it."

He rolled his eyes. "Give it time. Pretty soon we'll be so flaming we'll actually set ourselves on fire." Kavin muttered. "Ah well. Good thing I don't give a shit what people say. Yay for being a senior, maybe then I won't have to constantly hear about who I'm fucking. Did you know I've fucked people I didn't even know I've fucked?" he said, feigning surprise.

"Hey, you never know," Nate murmured, then stopped holding back that grin. "Maybe we've fucked and we just don't know it." He grabbed another brownie for the road and left the kitchen for the comfort of Kavin's sofa.

Kavin opened his mouth to speak, but apparently his brain lost control of his vocal chords because nothing came out. His face flushed horribly as he got up from the table, waiting a minute before following Nate out into the living room again. He still didn't say anything as he sat down beside Nate on the couch, really hoping that the flush had subsided though he doubted it.

Nate didn't comment on his coloring at any rate, just munched happily on his brownie. "This is potent stuff," he drawled as he licked his fingers clean, leaning back against the armrest and pulling his feet up on the sofa. "Holy fuck, seriously..."

He was glad that Nate didn't comment on his blushing. Quite thankful actually. "Yeah. Definitely." he agreed with a nod, following suit and pulling his own legs on the sofa, tucking them beneath himself.

"Compliments to the chef and all that," Nate said and grinned contently despite the fact his head had taken him places he didn't really want to go. Brilliant move, mentioning sex like that. Just brilliant. "So you guys are officially together now?" He asked instead of lingering in that headspace.

Kavin nodded. "Yeah. Officially." he told him. "Have you ever had a make-out session interrupted by the need to be stabbed with a needle?" he questioned with a teasing little grin. "See... Jeri's diabetic so she's gotta take this medicine crap. Insulin. So yeah. Talk about a dampener." he frowned. "It's kinda fucked up actually... like not that she has to stick herself but like... like she let me do it, just so I'd know how or whatever, but that was like... worse than having to kill something..." He chuckled a little at that. "Kinda fucked up to think that like I can stab something to death, but I can't stick my girlfriend with a needle."

Nate had to laugh at that though initially he'd gotten worried for a brief moment. Being stabbed with a needle sounded like junkie shit and his head had gone to pretty unhappy places there. "Shit, poor Jeri," he muttered. "Yeah she said something about being diabetic, didn't know it was that serious. But hey, now you know how to do it, let's hope you never have to do it again."

"Yeah, seriously." he nodded. "I think she's used to it or whatever, but it was... I dunno... weird." He shrugged a little at that revelation. He leaned his head back against the cushion of the couch and turned it slightly so he could look at the other boy. "Did I miss anything in gym?" he questioned. "I was in the library catching up on shit."

"You missed a riveting exercise in dribbling basketballs," Nate said dryly, closing his eyes for a moment to feel the weird headrush the brownies gave him. Sweet. "I talked to Charlie though. Apparently you like talking about your dick a lot?" He peered at Kavin with one eye, keeping the other shut.

"What?" he questioned, his attention fully on Nate now. "Wait... hold on a second. Charlie said I talked about my dick a lot?" Okay, now that really aggravated him. He'd kept his mouth really nice about everything that had to do with the two of them. He'd not said a bad word about the girl to anyone and now she was going around saying that he was talking about his dick a lot. "We had one conversation about my dick and it wasn't even really about my dick. Remember when she got hit with that ball?" he questioned. "Some girl was asking her about it and I told her to make up some lie about it if she wanted to shut her up. How the hell is that talking about my dick?"

Nate frowned softly. He hadn't meant to kill the buzz with something serious but apparently he'd hit a nerve there. Or Charlie had. Or... Oh who knew. "I don't know what she meant by it, she was kind of rambling," he said with a shrug. "Or not rambling, I don't know. She just seemed pissed about something and it seemed pretty weird." Was he still talking? Time for a smoke.

Kavin sighed and shook his head. "Ya know, it doesn't even matter. She can say what she wants to say. She can be pissed if she wants to be pissed. I just know what I said and didn't say." He frowned and brushed a hand through his hair. "I don't go talking about my dick. Just for the record."

"The Kavinator," Nate snorted, unable to keep a straight face. He was heading down Stupid Road by the look of it, by the feel of it and had a weird feeling he'd be blurting out a lot of dumb shit he shouldn't say. Maybe he should have stuck with one brownie. "What else did you put in that batch of brownies?"

He might not have wanted to be very happy at the moment. In fact he wanted to sulk, but he couldn't when Nate was letting out memories like that. Kavin couldn't hold back the laughter as he answered. "Truth serum." he said without missing a beat.

"Ah, foiled again," Nate said, comically shaking a fist at Kavin. "So, I can't talk shit without you thinking I'm serious, huh?" That made him laugh as weirdness bubbled up in his mind and he felt tempted to talk total nonsense.

"Depends on what you say. If it's something completely unbelievable like... I'm not the best friend you ever had then I'll assume that the serum didn't work or burnt off in the baking process." Kavin teased.

Nate laughed easily. "Ah but then I can start by saying a lot of crap, then say something that's truth and then go back to crap and you'll be so fucking confused you won't know what the hell you did end up putting in those brownies."

Kavin laughed again, shaking his head. "You're a dork." he told him simply. "Completely and totally. Just thought I'd let you know, ya know, in case you didn't already."

"Am I completely and totally ruining your social standing?" Nate laughed and he felt warm and happy right now, a welcome feeling after being cold and sleepy and frustrated before showing up there.

"Oh yes, horribly. Between you and Jeri, they're gonna start thinking that I'm a dork!" he cried, feigning horror. "I just have to stop hanging out with you before I catch the 'outcast' disease." he teased.

"Ah yeah, the outcast disease," Nate murmured. "I'm afraid that's too late, you've most definitely been contavinated. Contaminated! Damn Kavinator is fucking up my vocabulary." He laughed, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and resting one between his lips. "Contaminated. Sharing a joint and more with two geeks, you're a goner, Kavin."

Kavin was silently glad that he wasn't drinking anything because contavinated well... that was just too damn funny not to laugh so he didn't bother even trying to hold back. It took a while for him to even be able to breath after that one. "That..." he tried speaking, sucking in a breath and holding it then letting it out again. "That... is the funniest shit I've ever heard." he grinned.

It hadn't by any means been a conscious joke so Nate just chuckled, rolling his eyes self consciously. "You need to get out more," he teased and looked around for a lighter.

He fished through his shirt pocket thinking there was one there, but couldn't seem to find it. He sighed then, standing up and reaching into his back pocket where he was sure that one had to be. Finally locating it, he offered it up to Nate. "Making me move. Fucker."

"I know how to move you," Nate drawled, as if he was quoting a song without quite singing it, then grabbed the lighter with a small chuckle. "You love it."

"Psh." Kavin said, shaking his head as he resituated himself on the couch. "Whatever you say, man." His eyes were on Nate's lips for a moment. The cigarette between them and then the lighter as he flicked it, then his mouth again. And then Kavin realized just how intently he was focused on the other boy. Blinking, he swallowed air and looked down at the coffee table. You have a girlfriend. he silently told himself.

Nate was oblivious though he was in some pretty weird headspace. Like he wanted to talk shit and smoke and eat more brownies but he also wanted to kiss Kavin again, feel those scary feelings Kavin had made him feel when they kissed, the overwhelming and guilty rollercoaster type of emotions. Which told him he definitely shouldn't have another brownie and he definitely shouldn't stay late.

"So." Kavin said, breaking that silence as he reached over and easily plucked the cigarette from Nate's lips and took a drag. "Stop being so quiet. Seriously." Because the quiet makes me think things I shouldn't think and that's really really really not good. Did I mention not good? he thought, though he didn't voice those thoughts as he held the cigarette back out for Nate, deliberately not focusing on the fact that he could almost taste the other boy on the filter.

Nate just grinned. He wasn't in a talky mood anymore, he was in a grin and watch Kavin mood, which was no mood to be in if he didn't want things to spiral out of control. He licked his lips as he took the cigarette back, blowing thick circles out over Kavin's head. "Does silence freak you out?" He asked finally.

Kavin shrugged. "Doesn't freak me out." he said after a moment. "Just makes me think about tons of shit and me thinking is never good. Ever. Seriously." He laughed a little at that because despite the fact that he was joking, there was a grain of truth amidst the joke. "I think you purposely do it in an effort to make my head explode... I mean... not like that." he said, shaking his head. "This head." he clarified, brushing his hands through his hair and laughing.

"Head go splodey," Nate laughed quietly and then caught on what Kavin was saying about exploding heads and which head what now? Oh! "You're beyond help," he laughed, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head softly. "So what's so crazy in your head?" He asked before clarifying, "That one," pointing at Kavin's head.

A laugh escaped his lips. "You really don't want to know." he told him, shaking his head. "Seriously. It'll just kill your buzz."

"Don't want that," Nate replied and let himself sink down into the sofa a bit, resting his head against the backrest. "Don't let me fall asleep here, man. Promised to get back not too late and all."

"Uh huh." Kavin said, letting himself lean back a bit, feet resting on the coffee table. "Sure thing. So... how's the brother thing going?" he questioned. "Are you ever going to introduce me or am I like the dirty little secret?" he asked raising a brow.

"You're the dirty mistress," Nate laughed, playing word association in his head. "I'll introduce you, I'll bring him here sometime. He's... Frank doesn't want to tell him shit yet so it's kinda tricky to deal with that." Ugh, he didn't want to talk about that, it was like an instant buzz killer. "He's a great kid though, just in a bad place right now."

"How am I the mistress?" he questioned. "You're the one that always comes over when my woman is away. I'm the evil bastard boyfriend and you're the dirty mistress." Kavin grinned. "But yeah, bring him over. I'll try not to corrupt his naivety. Might even pretend to be an upstanding young gentleman."

"As if he'd fall for that," Nate muttered. "And I think in order to be your dirty mistress we should be having sex and you should be buying me expensive gifts." He gave Kavin a crooked smile and reached over to flick the ashes into the ashtray.

"Hey, you said we already did." he pointed out. "And as for expensive gifts... well... whatever. We'll get to that." Kavin teased. "Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll buy you a house in Malibu like all the really high class whores."

"Oh, so now I'm a whore?" Nate snorted, feigning offense. "You really know how to make a guy feel special." He couldn't keep a straight face, laughing again, sincere if quiet.

"Oh, that's right, you're a one guy kinda guy. I remember now. Maybe whore was a poorly chosen word. I'll have to revise." he said, stealing the cigarette again because, well, if he couldn't kiss him, the least he could get was a taste of him. He took a long drag, pretending to think about what else to call him. Blowing the smoke out again, he glanced over at Nate. "Hmm.. I don't know. Come up with your own name, mistress."

"A one guy..." Nate started to echo him but trailed off with a bemused sigh. "You can just call me Nate, you moron," he said with a quiet laugh. "Give me my smoke back."

"I'm a moron now?" he questioned, holding the cigarette out of his reach. "You really think I'm going to just give you what you want when you're talking to me like that?" Kavin asked, eyebrow slightly arched.

"You don't even know what I want," Nate murmured with a definite challenge in his voice that he knew he shouldn't let slip. "And this from the guy who called me a whore? Tsk."

"Is that so?" he questioned, squinting his eyes slightly, watching Nate. "So what is it you want?" he queried. "This?" he asked, holding out the cigarette then taking it away again. "Or something else?"

Nate reached out for the cigarette and let his hand fall when it went out of reach again. He made a soft sound of frustration mixed with amusement but otherwise didn't reply to Kavin's question.

"That's not an answer." he said, taking another drag from the cigarette and moving it yet again out of reach. "So spill. What is it you want?" he questioned.

"Did I want something?" Nate murmured and now he felt confused. How the hell had they gotten here again? It started with a dirty mistress thing but where had that come from? "I think I'm good," he then muttered because the things he wanted wasn't something he wanted to say out loud.

Kavin frowned. "You're a pain in the ass." he told him, handing out the cigarette. "You always have this stuff that you just don't say. I know its there somewhere, deep in the 'things I dont' say' folder in your brain or something, but it'd really be nice if you'd let me in on some of it."

"Nah you wouldn't like it," Nate murmured, grabbing the cigarette before it could get out of reach again. But then he only took one drag before reaching over to the table again and stubbing it out. "I wouldn't either once I sobered up." And hey, look at me - I'm exercising boundaries.

"Well, you're not sober now and how do you know I wouldn't like it if you don't tell me?" he questioned. "Is this suddenly make decisions for Kavin day?" He raised his brow at the boy and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he turned his head towards Nate. "Is it really that bad?"

"Nah, just thinking about when we kissed," Nate drawled, sinking further down on the couch until his head was resting on the armrest. He rested his knees to the side, trying to blow his bangs from his eyes but without much success. "Not bad."

"Oh." Probably not the best response in the world, but it was about all he could get out for a moment. "What about it?" he questioned, not moving from his position leaning forward. He did let his eyes fall away from the boy because looking at him didn't help things much. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to touch him and knew he couldn't that made him want to that much more.

"I don't know, I'm buzzed," Nate replied and at least there was truth to that so he wasn't really lying, even if he was thinking he wanted that again, wanted something more and at the same time really didn't. "My head's all over the place."

Kavin glanced over at him. "Do you only think about it when you're buzzed?" he questioned. He knew his buzz was long gone at this point and he was thinking about the kiss himself. More than the kiss really though it was taking up a large space in his brain at this point. "And what do you mean all over the place?"

"I don't know, I'm just talking shit," Nate said dismissively and shrugged. "No, I mean, yeah. Not like that but, now you're killing my buzz." He gave Kavin a crooked smile, folding his arms over his chest. "It's all about your sofa anyway, shush."

He furrowed his brows at the other boy. "Yeah, yeah." he said, shaking his head. I believe that. Riiiight." Kavin said, sarcastically. "And I'm way better than my sofa." he added, mocking jealousy.

"Are you now?" Nate teased him. "You've never let me sleep on you." He patted the sofa in an approving way that said the sofa had and that gave it head start on the awesomeness.

Kavin rolled his eyes. "You don't know that. Just because I woke up laying on you doesn't mean at some point in the night it wasn't the other way around." he pointed out. "And, last time I checked, the couch can't kiss."

"Ah, but the couch continues to let me sleep on it," Nate pointed out with a chuckle and he looked pretty damn comfortable all snuggled up on the couch. Ergo the couch was still winning.

"That's because you never act like you want to lay on me." he pointed out. The fact that he was arguing about who was more important to Nate between him and the couch really hadn't sunk in.

"Yeah but the couch-," Nate started but then he trailed off and just grinned. "Oh wow, okay," he started. "I'm not even sure what we're talking about anymore."

"Why you like the couch more than you like me." Kavin basically grumbled. "Fucking couch can't even talk."

"Aww I'm sorry," Nate said though he was laughing again, straightening one leg to poke Kavin's foot. "The couch would be nothing without you."

"You're an asshole." he muttered, tilting his head to look at Nate when he poked him. "And you are not sorry. Bastard." He did smile a little though, lips twitching up slightly at the corners.

At least the conversation had been steered away from kissing and Nate wasn't too buzzed to realize this was a good thing. "You keep on insulting me," he sighed dramatically. "Whore, asshole, bastard..."

"Would you rather me compliment you instead?" he challenged. "You do realize how awkward that would make you feel right? Like you'd totally blush. I can almost guarantee that. Sexy, hot, good kisser." he smirked a little. He was surprised with himself but he wanted to torture Nate just a little and maybe get him to blush along the way.

"Yeah but I call your bluff," Nate said, unmoved. He probably would have gotten awkward if it hadn't been for the challenge there but the compliments didn't exactly seem sincere in that context. Piece of cake!

Kavin looked at him for a long moment. "What? You don't think I'm serious? Yeah okay. Well think about that there, buddy. If I didn't think you were a good kisser, I wouldn't have kissed you more than once. And if I didn't find you attractive... I wouldn't have kissed you at all. So yeah."

"Yeah but you're just trying to make me uncomfortable," Nate laughed, closing his eyes and tilting his head back in a show of exasperation - mostly to hide the fact it was working a little.

"Yeah, whatever. Not trying to make you uncomfortable really. Just trying to make you understand that you're not the only one that's confused." he pointed out. "I don't think shit like that usually, so being all over the place? Well... yeah... I get it. And so maybe I was trying to make you blush, but not make you really... uncomfortable... so... yeah."

Nate went quiet at that, thinking about it for a few long moments before he finally spoke again, flicking his gaze briefly at Kavin. "Sorry to confuse you," he mumbled.

"I never said it was a bad thing." Kavin said, shaking his head. "Just... confusing." he muttered. "It's like... fuck." he sighed. "I know I have a girlfriend, but I keep stealing your cigarettes because they taste like you. So yeah... anything you've possibly thought, I'm wayyy more fucked up."

Nate didn't know what to say to that, hell he hadn't seen this confession coming and for a while he just stayed silent, pushing away the urge to just say hell with it and kiss Kavin. "You're not fucked up," he finally mumbled.

Kavin looked at the floor for a long time before letting his head turn a bit so he could look at Nate. "Then why do I feel like I'm fucked up?" he questioned. "Like I'm thinking all the craziest most out there shit that I shouldn't think. It's like... wanting something but not wanting it at the same time. Or maybe just a lot of wanting it and trying to convince myself that I don't want it." he sighed.

"Dude... Yeah okay maybe you're fucked up but that just means we both are," Nate said, because he could definitely relate to the wanting but not wanting things. Kissing Kavin had made him feel like he'd lost control, like he was somehow giving up power and he'd hated it and loved it at the same time. At the very least it had scared him.

"We're idiots." Kavin muttered, shaking his head a little and leaning back against the couch. "I think we think way too fucking much." he sighed. "I didn't think it was possible to like something and not like it at the same time."

"Hey, what was there not to like?" Nate said as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and grinning weakly at Kavin. They were both idiots for sure, but that didn't make him want to do it any less.

"Aha! You admit it. Take that couch." Kavin grinned.

"Ass," Nate laughed and it was a small relief to get that humor back. "And don't get all inflated, I literally mean that as a question. What was there not to like?" He smirked. "Obviously kissing me is all good."

"About kissing you? I'm supposed to complain or something? Like I said before, I wouldn't have kissed you again if it sucked. And... well... not everyone in the world can flick the on switch just by kissing." he pointed out.

They were in desperate need of a subject change, Nate realized and he tried to come up with something but all that occupied his muddled brain was kissing. Damn stupid kissing.

The silence didn't help Kavin either, his brain going through a lot of lovely little mental images, his body responding to said pictures. "Okay... seriously.. we gotta talk about something else..." he said, folding his fingers together and putting them in his lap.

"Yes," Nate agreed firmly, nodding and wishing he liked sports or something. That was an easy and braindead topic to revert to but sadly he had no interest in it. "So hey, when do you want to throw another party?" He asked lamely, though he was watching Kavin's lips and quickly looked away when he realized.

"Halloween." Kavin said with a smile, glad for the subject change. "The Saturday before most likely. Isaac's supposed to get the guys to play again and Kyle's all for it. I need the happy go lucky bullshit." he smiled.

"Hey, isn't stuff happy go lucky with Jeri?" Nate asked with a small nudge. "Pretty girl who tokes and bakes magic brownies... Can't top that."

"Pretty girl that tokes, makes magic brownies, and she's like the opposite end of my spectrum." he chuckled. "You like the Russian... she likes the French. I was making her say shit today. It was pretty funny." he grinned.

Nate chuckled at that. "And she can bake," he added again. "Magic fucking brownies. Makes it easy to forgive the geeky stuff, huh?"

He shrugged. "I don't really notice the 'geeky' stuff, like you call it..." he said. "I mean... when we're hanging out we watch movies, she cooks, and we... well make out... for lack of a better way to put that and then she gives herself her shots and stuff. Same as us... just... she cooks and you just eat and she's got boobs." Kavin teased.

"So you don't have lunch with her," Nate chuckled, amused by the all too accurate comparison. It was kind of perfect actually, she could come over and cook, he could come over later and eat what was left of it. Save for the whole needing to cook for Dylan anyway. Eh, he could always do with eating more! "I ate with her once and it was pretty damn geeky." He was pretty sure Kavin knew he was just ribbing him for laughs, if anybody could care less about the geeky stuff...

"I do have lunch with her, well... I don't eat lunch with her, I've kinda been either not at school or not at lunch lately." he chuckled. "But... I think I might steer clear of the crazy card games and D&D nights. Yeah, not happening. So, you'll just have to amuse me when she goes into those stages." he smirked.

"Those stages," Nate echoed, biting back a grin. "Dude... You're dating a were-geek?" It made him laugh but then he was easily entertained in his current state of mind.

Kavin burst into laughter at that. Once he'd calmed himself, he shook his head. "A were-geek? Seriously? You're an idiot." he teased. "A funny idiot though. At least you got that going for you."

"Whore, asshole, idiot," Nate sighed. "I don't know why I hang out with you, seriously. I mean, I have a good reason now - you have a girl who makes magic brownies but other than that?"

"Hey, I evened it out. I told you that you were sexy, hot and a good kisser." he pointed out, counting things off on his fingers as he did so. "I think that's good enough reason. Besides, if you didn't hang out with me, you know you'd be bored. And who else would throw parties?" Kavin questioned.

"Ah yeah, the parties. You've got a good point there," Nate agreed and this time the compliments did make him smile awkwardly. "So, Halloween party. You think of next weekend then?"

"Yeah, since Halloween's during the week I figured I'd do it Saturday." he said with a nod. "Jeri's supposed to come, and you and Kyle and Isaac and the guys in the band and whoever else gets dragged along. Peyton. Oh, yeah, Peyton. That reminds me, I have to tutor her tomorrow. Well, I don't have to tutor her." he chuckled. "Yeah, tutoring Peyton in French. That has nothing to do with the party. So anyways, uh... Dylan can come if he wants to ya know, get out and shit. And the rest of the school because you know that everyone'll come."

"It's Halloween," Nate agreed and while they were onto another subject by now he still felt this urge to maybe ask Kavin for one for the road later. Which was stupid, so he swore to himself he wouldn't. "You should get the word out now so people can get costumes and stuff."

Kavin nodded. "Yeah, I think there'll be some mass texting and word of mouth shit tomorrow. You do the same, yeah?" he said with a smile. "And I'll have to re-peopleproof my house." he said, shaking his head. "And stock up on alcohol. At least I already asked Isaac about the guys. Pretty sure that's set. Gonna be the best friend a guy could have and help me hide my knives." he grinned.

"I'll bring Vodka if you supply me with Rum," Nate told him with a grin. "Rum makes for a very happy Nate, just so you know. So, you set on Saturday? Before I start spreading the word."

He smirked a little at that. "That the only thing that makes for a 'very happy Nate'?" he questioned first. "And yeah. Pretty set on that day. Gotta let Isaac know and stuff, make sure they're okay with it and all that. But fairly sure. I'll let you know in like... gym tomorrow... I'll actually show." Kavin chuckled. "I'll ask him in the morning if I can find him and then we can start spreading the word after that."

"Shut up," Nate had murmured almost shyly at Kavin's teasing but then his curiosity was tickled. "So, Isaac knows all about you?" He asked. He didn't know Isaac but it was pretty alien to him to hear about people just knowing this stuff.

Kavin shook his head. "No, he doesn't know about like... well... shit anything aside from the party. I need to make sure him and the guys in the band still wanna play and stuff. He doesn't know about the vicodin or the weed or the hunting. You should feel special because you're the only one that knows about all three. Well... aside from Charlotte, but I don't think she much wanted to know."

"Oh, I thought he was the one who was going to help you with the knives," Nate muttered and smirked. "Guess that falls on me then, huh?"

"Well, I can do it myself I guess. I think it'd be more interesting to have someone around though. Gets fucking boring trying to remember all the damn places that I've got stuff stuck." he sighed. "Do you know how much weaponry there is in this damn house?"

"Yup, I remember," Nate chuckled. "No worries man, I'll come over and keep you company at least." And then it occurred to him to ask, "Are you going to tell Jeri about everything?"

Kavin took a breath and thought about that. "I think I should, but at the same time I think maybe I shouldn't. There I go with the wanting to and not wanting to shit." he sighed. "I guess she needs to know just in case I like... leave and don't come back. Wouldn't want her to think that I just disappeared. Not that I'd want to leave and die or anything, but it's a possibility. I guess I kinda should tell her. Let her know what she's getting into."

"I'd tell you not to rush it but since you've known her forever-" Nate said and shrugged. "Might want to give it some time first though, just my two cents."

"I dunno..." Kavin sighed. "If I tell her now she might freak. If I wait, she'll probably freak and then be pissed that I didn't tell her sooner. Fucking women." he sighed. "They're completely complicated. I dunno. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll just be like 'oh, cool'. Fat chance right?"

"She seems pretty chill about things so far," Nate said with a small shrug. "I mean, I doubt she'll be all cool about the possibility of you disappearing but the hunter thing. It's a pretty serious secret though, something you don't want to tell just anyone. Her mom knows your mom and all that crap. I don't know what to tell you."

"I know." he sighed. "I mean... I doubt she'd just go spreading it around. She knows about my pot shit too and she's not going to just blab that to my mom either. And I really really doubt she's dumb enough to tell her mother that I got around killing werewolves and shit. She'd think she was crazy anyway. Besides... I don't think that her and her mom get along all that well." he shrugged.

"She might think you're crazy," Nate pointed out. "Hey look at me, I'm a ghost buster." He shrugged one shoulder, not really wanting to talk about Jeri anymore. "I'm snagging another brownie," he told Kavin and got up off the couch. "Gotta live up to my role in your life and keep eating your food."

"You didn't think I was crazy." he pointed out. "And I told you like... right after we met. Damn I move fast." he teased, watching Nate as he too got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Where would I be without your face in my fridge or your ass on my couch?"

"My dad is a hunter so that helped," Nate reminded him. "And hey, I don't keep my face in your fridge, get enough of that cold outside." He set his can of coke on the kitchen table and grabbed another brownie before sitting down there. "But face it, dude. If she doesn't have some links to the weird of the world already? She'll pretty much chalk you up to being crazy."

"I don't think she's got any links to it." he sighed. "I mean... aside from dating a hunter." he shrugged. "At least not that I know of, but she doesn't know about me either, so I don't think that I can really say she's completely normal until I ask. I think I'll wait for a while at least. Til it feels right I guess." Kavin said, sitting himself down at the table across from Nate. "We'll just see if she thinks I'm crazy."

"Just do it when you're both stoned," Nate suggested. "That way you can always chalk it up to the pot, say you were having a laugh or whatever." People also tended to be more open minded after they smoked so that had to help.

"That could be a good idea." he said with a nod. "I think I just might do that. Blame it on the pot. It's such a horrible drug." he chuckled. "Makes people say and do things that they so wouldn't do if they really could think about it." Kavin smirked.

Wasn't that true, Nate mused and smirked back at him. He ate more brownie, mostly to occupy his mouth so he didn't have to come up with a witty reply, watching Kavin with some amusement in his eyes.

"Watching you eat is kinda gross." Kavin teased, scrunching his face in mock disgust. "Yeah, you're not hot anymore. Sorry. Hate to burst your bubble, but yeah." he laughed.

"Bullshit," Nate said with his mouth full so it came out more like boo-hih. He chewed and swallowed before adding, "You love it. Probably some sort of sick fetish of yours by now."

"Your mouth maybe, but not you stuffing it." he said before he could think better of it. "I mean... uh... yeah, not you eating. And not you talking with a mouthful of brownie either, that's kinda gross too." Kavin laughed.

Nate's eyes widened and he licked his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "So you have a fetish for my mouth," he concluded and the way he felt by now told him he should leave.

"Uh... I dunno..." he shrugged, a flush rising on his neck as he got up from the table and headed over to the brownies on the counter. He took a big bite of one. "It's the weed." he mumbled through a mouthful.

"It's always the weed," Nate replied, watching him stuff his mouth. "Oh man, you just lost your sex-appeal too just now."

Kavin chuckled, covering his mouth with his free hand and shaking his head as he finished off his bite of brownie. He set the rest down on the plate and grabbed a soda from the fridge. "I can never lose my sex appeal." he countered.

"You just did, stuffing your face with brownies," Nate laughed, resting his arms on the table. "Your cheeks all puffed up and brownie crumbs all over your face. Not sexy, dude."

"Whatever." he said, popping the top of his soda and taking a drink, wiping his face a little after that to rid any crumbs that might be in place. "Well, not anymore then. I got my sexy back." Kavin laughed sitting himself down at the table once more.

Nate snickered quietly, smiling at him. "Well, there you have it," he murmured and took another bite of his brownie. It was making him feel comfortably dazed - the weird mix of chocolate, booze and weed and he rested his head on his hand as he chewed. Of course now he was starting to feel way too full and he wasn't sure if he could finish said brownie.

Kavin smiled back, but he didn't look at Nate for very long, forcing himself to focus on the completely fascinating can of soda before him. "I'm so going as a business man for Halloween." he chuckled. "Suit and tie and everything. Business men are the ones that have the mistresses right?" he teased.

"If you're going to suggest I dress up in drag for you then forget it," Nate told him matter of factly, then smirked. "Not going to happen, no matter how much you fantasize about it.

"You know you would look hot in a dress." he teased. "Just kidding, man." he chuckled. "If I wanted you to be a girl... that would really defeat the purpose of kissing a guy, wouldn't it?"

"And I remember you telling me I would look horrible as a girl," Nate reminded him. "As a guy though, that'd make me..." He thought about it, then wrinkled his nose. "Your dirty master? That just sounds ten shades of wrong."

"I was kidding when I said you'd look hot in a dress." he chuckled, shaking his head. "And why would you be my master. You think you're more man than me or something? Psh please."

"If I'd be your mistress as a girl that obviously means I'd be your master as a guy," Nate pointed out giddily. And here they were, back in the realm of ridiculous where they always seemed the most at ease.

"I didn't mean like... leather clad with a whip and handcuffing me to the bed kinda mistress." Kavin laughed. "I meant like... mistress like the dirty little secret married guys have. Like... the girl on the side only... in this case it's kinda the guy on the side... sorta... or something like that."

"Yeah but what's the word for the guy equivalent?" Nate asked and felt like he should be weirded out by the fact this joke was ongoing and they were discussing it like it was so.

"Umm... hmm... I have no fucking clue." Kavin said with a shrug. "I think I'll stick to what you said and just call you Nate. Much easier and it doesn't make my brain hurt as much."

"Quitter," Nate tsk'ed and then laughed softly. "How the hell do we always end up having these weird conversations?"

"Because we're weird?" he questioned, raising a brow. 'I dunno. It's the weed's fault. Remember?"

"Can you imagine us hanging out sober?" Nate asked though they already had - but in his mind it didn't really count because Kavin was in withdrawals at the time.

"Hey, I was sober when I met you." he said with a smile. "That counts right?" Kavin grinned a little. "Probably wouldn't be quite as funny. But yeah..."

"You were sober when you met me but haven't been since," Nate joked, grinning at him. "Thanks," he added then, more solemn.

"Thanks for what?" he questioned, raising a brow. "And hey, I've had plenty of sober in between highs." he added. "And I was sober the entire party until afterwards. Annnnd I didn't toke not once during my... sickness."

"Just, thanks. For the brownies and the, you know. Whatever," Nate said with small shrug. Kavin had been a good friend to him, he just wasn't quite sure how to say that.

"For the whatever?" Kavin asked, brow still arched just beneath his hair. "I'm not sure exactly what the 'whatever' is, but yeah... you're welcome. I guess. Or whatever." he smiled.

"Ass," Nate laughed. "Or whatever." He smiled genuinely at him and finished his coke, nudging the can away when he was done. "I need to get my ass home, before I OD on those brownies and pass out on your couch."

"Alright." Kavin said with a nod. "Guess I'll see you at school then?" he questioned, taking another sip of his own drink.

"Yeah, unless I for some reason don't show up," Nate said with a shrug. He was feeling buzzed enough that he might not need to smoke before he went to sleep and he still might not walk so it wasn't so much that he was afraid of dying that night. But he could get sick or just sleep the day away - who knew. He went to the livingroom to fetch his coat and when he got back he nudged Kavin lightly. "Let me know in Gym when the party's on. There's a couple of people I want to invite."

"Will do." Kavin nodded, getting up from the table and heading towards the door. "You need a ride home or did you drive?" he questioned. "It's fucking freezing so if you walked, your getting a ride, like it or not. Sorry. No negotiations." he chuckled.

For a moment Nate almost wished he was walking but he wasn't so he shook his head. "You get to stay indoors all snug and cozy," he told him as he put his boots back on. "I'm driving, not leaving the house any other way these days."

"Too damn cold to walk." he agreed. "You should eat lunch with me tomorrow. Invite Dylan, maybe?" he questioned. "Maybe I'll actually get to meet the kid before I graduate." he teased.

"You never know," Nate chuckled. "I usually end up eating in the car - need my nicotine fix so that I don't end up hurting someone in class, you know?" He stood up again, suddenly all too aware of how close they were. "See you tomorrow," he said quietly, biting back that insane longing to just lean in...

"I've been eating in my car lately anyways, so... tell Dylan to eat with us. I promise to keep our secret from looking obvious." he teased, heading to the door and reaching for the handle. "See ya tomorrow, man." Kavin said, pulling it open.

Nate was about to make a joke about how they wouldn't snog in the car then? But then the door was open and even if nobody was around, he didn't want to make that sort of joke outside. "Later, man," he said instead, zipping up his coat before heading out into the cold.