You need Jeans? [Kasume and Jacob]

[Tristan Richards]

The thought of shopping was just a headache, The drive to the mall was a pain, and all the noise and crowds of people too? Tristan disliked everything about the mall, right down to the smells. Unfortunately for him he needed some new things, mostly clothes and a jacket, definitely a new leather jacket. After getting dressed and putting on his shoes Tristan grabbed his car keys. The only good thing his mother gave him for being here, it let him go to town when he wanted without getting on the smelly public transportation. Anything public Tristan rarely wanted anything to do with it. Finally getting to his nice shiny black car that was outside, Tristan got in and started it up with a sigh dreading the journey at hand.

Reaching his destination he started driving around the parking lot looking for that optimal place to park. The horns honking and the people crossing from ever which direction just made him even more frustrated. "See this is the reason I hate malls!" Shouting what seemed to be at no one as he finally parked his car. Getting out and locking it he started he walk to the front of the mall, trying to just hurry up and get in there so he can get out. Once he was in the mall he just stopped and looked around not so sure where to go. "I have never been in this dang mall before..." He grumbled as he just stood there already aggravated hoping something would just pop out at him so he can leave already.

[Raphael Jenkins]

The mall seemed like as good a place as any for him to go to fill up the time between eating and sleeping. He was refusing to study right now, finals were coming soon enough and until they were imminent, the blond was not going to study. So, anything to distract him was considered a good thing. He didn't worry about what he might or might not get, or if he'd fail classes because of his lack of studying. No, he just wanted to go and do something, and the mall sounded like something interesting to do for a while. A worn pair of blue jeans and a white cable knit sweater were thrown on, and in deference to the cold, an actual pair of socks and shoes.

A cab was taken to the mall, and he sauntered in, a smile on his face. People watching was fun in a mall, and it was around Christmas, so he supposed he could buy gifts early for his family. He was pulled from his thoughts by a teenager muttering about never having been in this mall before and he spotted the culprit. A smirk lifted his lips and brown eyes lit with mischief. Hands tucked into pockets, the lean man stalked, cat-like, towards Tristan. His interest was piqued, and the younger man was cute, which meant that he was quite in danger of being flirted with.

"Oh, sweetheart," came the thick English accent. "One mall is pretty much the same as the next. Hallways full of stores, full of stuff that no one needs, and in some cases, don't want. And yet, here we stand." A hand was extended and Raphael continued. "I'm Raphael. Nice to meet you."

[Derek Schneider]

Derek was jogging. That’s all the excuse he needed to go to the mall. It was the occasional Saturday, and he was ready to blow some woman’s socks off easily today. Wearing his usual Nike sweat shirt, and Duke Lacrosse sweats, Derek blended in with the modern bystanders of the mall. Tests were hard about that time, but Derek did as best as he could to maintain good grades at Hammel, after working out for an hour, Derek looking around the mall, flipping his hood on his head.

There were a few familiar faces, but they weren’t important, Derek passed by the two meta-humans, into the coffee shop. After ten minutes of trying to get Coffee, Derek walked out of Starbucks with the warm toasty scent of the caramel flavored coffee struck into the bystander’s noses. Scuffing his sleeves up, Derek looked towards the two meta-humans, whilst he took a sip of his hot sizzling, cooling, warming, and relaxing coffee.

The blonde one had a British accent, rare. However, the blonde one didn’t go to Derek’s school, he was already in college, most likely his first to third year. Derek continued to walk down the crowded mall corridor, scanning the area around him. Derek made sure his steps were silent, he pondered his athletic body towards the two, and he nodded. He noticed Tristan, Tristan was a student at his school, an older student.

Tristan was at his last year at Hammel, but unfortunately Tristan’s body didn’t give off that senior aura. “Wassup Tristan? And your name is?” Derek pointed towards the British man, his face in confusion and awe.

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[Tristan Richards]

Already confused by the interruption of one man, and was he hitting on him? Then came another, only this one knew his name. Tristan looked at Derek and had to think for a minute, hoping the name would come to him he half heartedly shook the strange man's hand "I'm Tristan, Tristan Richards" After all this was a first meeting and Tristan liked formalities most of the time. All he wanted was jeans and not to meet people, people always seemed to complicate the easiest of tasks and turn them into the hardest things to accomplish.

Slowly he recognized the boy beside him, remembering from Hammel. Of course he didn't remember where or how but he at least remembered his name, and that was a start. "Hi Derek, I just met this guy," Grumbling under his breath "All I wanted is jeans not this..." Of course he would blame it on the fact of the chaotic drive here, and the people walking in the middle of the road if anyone happened to hear what he said under his breath. Tristan never thought he would get hit on by a man, it made him feel awkward, like what was he suppose to say? Sorry I don't do guys? However, in his mind he was figuring ways of using this to his advantage. Maybe making this new guy a friend and then using him somehow some way, just how he didn't know...yet. "You know all I needed was jeans...."

[Raphael Jenkins]

"If all you wanted was jeans, you would have been better off walking straight into one of the department stores than the main entrance of the mall. That, or looking lost works for you to pick up girls. Either way, you didn't do so well today, sweet pea." Raphael drawled his words as Tristan shook his hand, a small smirk dancing on his lips. These two were obviously students at Hammel, and it was going to be fun messing with him. Because he couldn't tell how old they were, and Tristan looked a tad uncomfortable, he knew that his flirting was not being received well. It didn't matter, it was still going to happen, but at least he could attempt to tone it down some.

He turned to the newcomer in sweats and gave a dazzling grin, offering his hand to him as well. "I'm Raphael, its nice to meet you Derek." It was a bit amusing, the almost protective vibe that Derek gave off when it came to Tristan. Perhaps he didn't think Tristan was capable of looking after himself. "That coffee smells fantastic." He didn't want to come off creepy and stalkerish, so he made an effort to change the subject and hope that the teenagers would go along with it.

"I came to avoid studying. I hate finals with a passion." Just throwing out a random line to see if either of them bit, wanting to carry on a conversation without sounding like he couldn't relate. Being in college when you met two teenagers could either go well or badly, and Raphael didn't want to look like he was trying re-gain his youth.

[Derek Schneider]

They were definitely having at talk, but Raphael turned towards Derek, and Derek cleared his posture. He held the coffee up right, and took another sip of it. Due to it being an early Saturday, Derek always needed caffeine so he could keep on working out. “I’m Raphael; it’s nice to meet you Derek.” The man said, whilst Derek took a firm hold of his hand shaking it. Derek had a confused look on his face, but then he cleared that up with another sip of his coffee. “Nice to meet you too.” Derek said eerily, looking towards Tristan.

Derek finally listened to Tristan, adjusting his head towards him. “Oh you just met him?” Derek asked, and sighed. That’s when he heard about the finals, ah, the finals. Luckily Derek wasn’t in college, because he wouldn’t be able to cope up with finals. He’d actually lose his mind, possibly flunk all of the tests that were given to him. “I agree man, I’ve seen my friends go through stress in the finals, good luck to you brah’.”

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[Tristan Richards]

Tristan didn't know much about college, which was strange since he was to graduate soon. College just didn't seem to matter to him, maybe it was because he knew his father would just throw him into the best college no questions asked. "I never even thought about college yet let alone he finals." Speaking in his matter of fact tone he usually seemed to sound something like a politician. Tristan was lost when it came to this recent conversation, where to start or begin he had no idea what college was even about. His pride was getting the better of him and he didn't want to seem like a moron who knew nothing about what was going on outside of school. "The finals must have you cramming to study..." It was the only clever thing he could think of to say. After all he wasn't prepared for a conversation, he just wanted a pair of jeans.


((Sorry its so small. I tried to get more out but couldn't....))

[Raphael Jenkins]

"Thanks, both of you. I'll make it through, in the meantime, I'm pretending they don't exist." Raphael was glad of the others being so nice about his exams. Unfortunately, meeting in a mall will only last so long when you have nothing to talk about, and the three of them had run out of topics already. That was rather sad. Not even five minutes and they had nothing else to talk about.

"How's high school these days?" Well, he could look like an idiot he supposed. If they kept hanging out, he might be nice enough to offer them a cigarette and see how freaked out they got. He bit his lip to hold in a smile. That was a thought, all the good two-shoes he'd been running into lately on campus and around town, none of them were interested in him, they were all to busy trying to stay away. The more tolerant people in town dealt with him fairly, but you could always count on the bigots that pervaded society to ruin it for everyone.

He tilted his head slightly, then tucked his hands into the back pocket of the jeans that hugged his hips. His mind had gone on to imagining the boys in bed with him, and a slow smirk graced his lips.