More to Life Than This - Tanner

[Tanner Larson]

Their eyes met, and Tanner was immediately enraptured. They were light blue, those eyes, and they were gorgeous - like two pools he could simply fall into. Actually, Tanner was afraid of pools and other large bodies of water, but not these - these beckoned him forward, invited him to come closer, to match their bodies together, to drown in those pools and relinquish himself to the beautiful boy beside him. And for a moment, he was actually considering doing it, actually thinking about closing the small gap between them and just crashing their lips together. After all, they were right there. He could do it. He could get away with it. Hell, he could make Robbie want it.

It was these delusional fantasies that Tanner was unceremoniously pried from when the other blonde suddenly jumped up off of the couch, the textbook flying up with him, and it was all Tanner could do to quickly put his hands in front of his face, lest it hit him. "What-" He was very confused now; he hadn't heard the boy's words all too clearly - something about not working out and a guitar solo? The blonde shot up to his feet, his mind racing with his heart as Robbie was saying something about paying him. "What? I don't want to be paid," he urged, hugging his textbook tightly to his chest as his breathing began to accelerate. What on earth was going on? Was Robbie kicking him out? What did he do? Was it that obvious that he was attracted to him that the weather manipulator was trying to get rid of him? This was all happening too fast.

The blonde grabbed the soda bottle (only because it was being literally forced on him) and attempted to juggle it with no free hands. "I don't want your soda, what the-" He was struggling for words, mostly because they were talking over each other, but also because he was starting to panic. Weren't they friends? What was going on? If he could just take this whole day back, he would. This was not how things were supposed to be going, and he cursed his stupid hormones for making him feel all of these things. He felt himself being pressured to move towards the door, and he took a few backward steps in that direction, but unwillingly. "Dude, what the hell is going on?" He asked, hurt by this sudden change in the boy's demeanor.

[Robbie Wilkes]

Had Robbie closed off all of his thoughts, there was no doubt that he would just go for it. Like Tanner, Robbie was also thinking that the boy was just there. One small move, everything would be done. But either Robbie had changed or he just didn’t find Tanner all that attractive. It was obvious which one was false. Dani had certainly done a number on him. It wasn’t her fault. She was just perfect. She had managed to permeate everything Robbie had thought was standing sturdy between him and the world. Effortlessly he had to add.

It was a bit overkill, Robbie’s reaction. Even he had to admit that but he had never been in this situation before. He’d never had to push anyone away. Never. And the look on Tanner’s face [in the two second intervals Robbie even allowed himself to look at the older blonde] just made it ten times worst.

“Nothing! Nothing’s going on! I just...I wanted to...” Robbie raked through his hair coarsely and went to the door, opening it and gesturing for Tanner to leave, not even looking the other boy in the eye. “Thank you for tutoring me. I will pay you back somehow. I’ll...if I get valedictorian, I’ll even mention you in my speech. Thanks but really...you gotta leave. I can’t...” ...control myself, that was what Robbie wanted to say but it sounded ridiculous even in his head.

He sighed and scratched his forehead, waiting for Tanner to leave. He really did feel guilty about kicking the boy out, especially after he’d tolerated Robbie for the past few hours without so much as a complaint. But there was no way he was going to explain what the hell was up with him or let Tanner stay on in his room with Robbie in that state.

[OOC: Time for a wrap?]

[Tanner Larson]

The more fervently Robbie denied that anything was going on, the more convinced Tanner became that he was lying. Who would go to such great lengths to hurry him out of the room with several excuses unless they were hiding something? The lady doth protest too much, methinks... But Tanner found himself rendered completely incapable of prying further, for the other blonde was actively pushing him towards the door. He struggled somewhat to stay - although words were not coming to him - but as soon as the door was opened, he knew he was leaving whether he wanted to or not. Funny, just a few minutes ago he had been dying to leave, and now he would have given anything to stay.

"But Robbie-" Tanner began, eyes widened with nerves, but the statement was interrupted by the hurried slam of the door. Not wishing to address the wall, Tanner simply turned away, his chest rising and falling rather quickly and shallowly. He felt simply dreadful: he didn't know what was going on, didn't know why Robbie was suddenly kicking him out, and didn't know whether the boy would ever wish to see him again. Weren't they friends? Everything was so confusing now. Defeatedly, he raised a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples as he tried to calm himself down. That hadn't gone as planned - not that he'd had a plan to begin with, but this certainly wouldn't have been it.

He resisted the urge to sink to the ground; if Robbie didn't want him here, then he wouldn't stick around. But something wasn't right here, and he was determined to find out what. For now, he had some venting to do, and he knew exactly who would listen.

((Yep, that's a wrap! Errr, did you want to continue this little plot thingy elsewhere?))