Truth or Dare (Zac) [M]

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Luke felt pressure increase as Zac placed more of his body weight on Luke's arm. The poor kid, it was like his own ability was getting the best of him, and wearing him out more than he could afford at this point in the day. Using his other arm to hold the guy up, Luke waited patiently for Zac to phase out of his weird memory recollection, only to find that Zac was too plastered last night to really know what the place was called or what it looked like. All he could get out of him was to turn at the intersection to their right. Well, it was a start, so why not?

Luke let Zac regain his bearings and let go of him, stuffing his hands back into his pockets and looking forward to their destination. There was no way that these two could be best friends, ever, no don't you ever think about it. But they were acting quite nice to each other, other than Zac's rudimentary teasing about homosexuality and whatnot. In fact, if Zac's memory showed him correctly, Zac might even be -dare I say it- helpful to the situation. Now that was certainly a first..or maybe a second. At least last night there was a place to stay instead of going back to Hammel and getting it shoved in their intoxicated faces. Okay, so the kid did two favors, and within twenty-four hours even! This was definitely going to be a record to beat.

But the ever present 'Wukey' or 'Wukey-poo' nickname was a little wearing. Of course Zac knew this, but it would just be mundane and pathetic if Luke didn't think of a nickname for Zac..what could it be? It would have to be something embarrassing, something derogative... for this one, he'd actually put some real brain power into it.

A harsh wind blew in their direction as they turned right down the street, causing Luke to involuntarily shiver and small little hairs along his arms to rise up suddenly. Now he wished he's worn a sweatshirt and a coat, but asking for his coat back would be far too mean to Mr. Fashionista over there.. He'd have to brave it for the time being, and only pray that they reached the place soon. It wasn't like they could ask for directions to the place that they couldn't even remember the name or store front design to. "You'll be Sacagawea, and I'll be John Smith. Go find us our promise land!" He pointed forward and looked over instinctively at Zac. Sacagawea...well that stuck..if he could find the place, that is.

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed with the poor showing of his grasp on the mental aspects of his powers, especially since Luke just stood there, silently watching him and waiting for him to get a hold on his psyche before detaching himself from the boy. He just hopes Luke wouldn’t tell anyone about his apparent weakness regarding his power, as he is one of those few jerks in school who torment those who, despite years and years of training, still can’t control their power and its accompanying side effects. Not only would he appear like such a hypocrite, he fears it might destroy his ‘reputation’ and image, effectively crushing his ‘hold’ on the school. Then again, should Luke spread such a rumor, people would naturally ask Luke how he knew this, and of course it’ll all go downhill from there, something the pyrokinetic made clear that he doesn’t want. “Thanks Luke,” he shrugged, hoping it’ll all workout then.

He wasn’t all that observant, but when a rather cold wind blew and he found himself clinging on to Luke’s surprisingly cozy coat, he did see how the hair on Luke’s arms, no matter how fine they were, stood up. He rolled his eyes and smiled, inwardly laughing at this guy’s knight-in-shining-armor act. If he was a girl, he might’ve fallen for the Greek already. “Here, take your coat. I’m sure I’ll manage,” he said, taking the aforementioned article of clothing off and handing it back to the boy, “I’m not some damsel in distress you need to protect all the time you know. And besides, weren’t you the one who took it up your ass last night?” In other words, thank you Luke. Apparently he just can’t say that directly, at least not to his ‘archnemesis’.

“Hey, why so racist?” he laughed, finding the whole Sacagawea analogy hilarious but definitely fitting, “Just because you’re European you get to be the white man? I actually have more class than you do, you know.” Which, as was previously stated, obviously isn’t true. As they turned right on the said intersection, something familiar caught Zac’s eye. “There! That shop looks familiar. I think we stopped by there as I vomited on the alley beside it.” With all the pointing he’s been doing, Zac felt like such a hound already. Bloodhound huh?, pondered Zac, N’aww. Too much smells. It would take an hour or more just to filter them out. So they just have to rely on his not-so-reliable memory after all.

He just hopes that Sacagawea won’t stick.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Reluctantly, Luke re-accepted his jacket. The poor damsel in distress was certainly going to freeze. Oh well.. his choice right? He flung it back on his back and arms and listened to Zac continue. "She was an Indian, you're Asian. I'm not racist. Not even close." He was right there, except there were Indians that were considered Asians because of the continent they lived in, but rarely ever would you confuse Indians with Asians and think they were one in the same. People just didn't do that.

But Sacagawea dropped it, and spotted a place he figured he had puked the night before. Well that was getting a little better. "Great. Why don't we go look for some chunks of chuck up then? We must be hot on the trail." Now it came to him, and luckily Zac hadn't noticed it, Sacagawea didn't lead John Smith, that was Pocohontas. Well they were both Native Indians weren't they? It was close. Instead, Luke decided he'd be Lewis or Clark, whichever one was more attractive than the other. But that didn't mean Zac could be the other lowly one, he'd still stay the female. It gave Luke a laugh to think about. He could see it now! Zac picking out berries or sniffing poop to find the trail. Maybe they'd trace footsteps too or point to the sky and the stars (if it were dark) to find direction. It was fine if the Natives did it, but just replacing Zac for a Native Indian was where all the amusement was rooted. This was going to be a fun adventure. He was warm, relying on a weak guy to lead them to his expensive car, or at least to a slightly recognizable bar where it was -hopefully- parked, and the they'd go to the greenhouse.

How odd they must look together. Just imagine someone from school seeing them together, walking side by side and laughing, whether they were laughing at or with each other, it would make no difference to the viewer. He wondered what they'd think? Imagine those two guys who hated each other walking the city with each other..Shocker! Well one thing at a time right? He'd deal with the viewers later. Now to find a comfortable car. Hopefully it had butt warmers. He loved those.

[Zachary LaRousse]

The moment Zac took off Luke’s jacket, Mother Nature decided to send another gust of cold wind in their direction, making the Prince shiver and cringe rather wildly, even going as far as curling his foot up to assume a semi-fetal position. Maybe returning the jacket was a bad idea after all. But he simply couldn’t grab it back, right? He’d look like such a fool, not to mention he’d owe the pyrokinetic another favor. He’s in such deep debt from the charismatic Greek already that he can’t afford another one, lest he decide to abandon all hope and be Luke’s faithful servant forever. Better to chill to death than have his pride stepped on by Luke’s favors, or so his ego says.

“And I thought not being too hairy was admirable,” he joked, his mind racing to find a solution for his rather chilly situation. Finally, it hit him. “Polar bear!” he shouted with glee, “Gosh, how could I forget that.” First his exhaustion at using the near-perfect recall of the elephant, now his ignorance of the polar bear’s partial cold immunity. Could it be that Luke’s affecting how he’s using his powers? (Of course not, but knowing Zac’s ego, he’d rather blame it on someone else really).

“You do know that American Indians were called Indians because white men thought they docked in India, right?” He doesn’t know his history too much, but he does remember finding the whole mix-up funny. “And India is technically part of Asia, so yeah, you’re racist.” Then again, an Asian playing an Asian character isn’t really as discriminating, as say, a guy playing a guy character, does it? Then again, Zac has quite the skewed view of the world, so there’s really no point in arguing.

He gave Luke a playful nudge on the elbow as the Greek mocked him for having such a weak stomach. “Hey, don’t hate. Not my fault those girls made me drunk. Excuse me for not having the same tolerance for alcohol like you do, your Wukey-ness.” After all, he can’t tell his ‘friends’ in the party that he can’t go for more than five shots, can he? No, he’d look like a total wimp. “And no, I’m not going to be your little dog who’ll sniff the place for you. Too much interfering smells and all that. Not to mention it’s very demeaning, and the smell totally unpleasant,” he gave Luke a slight pout before quickly making it into a naughty smirk, “Don’t tell me this is your way of telling me you want to try it doggie-style the next time. I thought I told you that you’d just have to ask?”

And through the town they went, Zac slowly piecing together his rather fragmented memory of last night as Luke happily teased/called him Sacagawea (no, apparently he never caught on the Sacagawea-Pocahontas confusion). “This place seem familiar Wukey?” he asked, as they stopped in front of the club, Zac’s hands on his hips as he tried to read the sign more closely. “Now to find my car. My butt’s freezing.”

And while Zac’s car does have butt warmers, the boy says that he’d make a better butt warmer for Luke than his car ever will.


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Again, I apologize for the lateness of this one too. >.<
- Jam

[Luke Pyrrhos]

"Alas!" Luke raised his hands in the air as if Zac's senses had finally scoped out the winning touchdown. Now that he thought of it, Luke did remember this place. It had the familiar dark blue exterior with a fancy sign designating the place. This had got to be it. Taking Zac's word for it, he scoped the place out, looking through the dark windows for any sign of life. There were only a few people in there, sitting near the bar. Poor chaps, who obviously had no social life besides a bartender who was probably sick of seeing their face so much. Luke would make sure he would never stoop that low, and hoped the same for all of his friends, and yes..even Zac too. He had done nice things within the last 24 hours that had made Luke reconsider how evil the guy really was. No, he wouldn't wish Zac a life of drunken stupor and no friends there to share time with..well not today anyways.

"Alright, it looks open..I think. We should just walk through to the back and reach your car that way. Or..." he pointed to the small alleyway with a fence at the end of it which led to the quaint parking lot behind the bar, with over grown shrubs and weeds and moss growing between the damp-looking brick walls and asphalt ground, "we could take a short cut. Its up to you, after all, I am wearing your clothes and I couldn't care less if I happen to rip one." He gave a devilish grin and gestured that Zac make up his mind on what he wanted.

Okay, so maybe that was mean that he wouldn't care if he ripped the guy who found them shelter and a safe place to go last night's clothing. He might have been a little too harsh, but then again, the guy had money spilling out of his ass, and could replace them with a blink. Plus, Luke wasn't all too sure he'd be giving them back. Maybe he should, after he washes them and such. Zac's frequent comments about last night made Luke wonder if Sacagawea was going crazy about him. Granted, that was natural, but still, just a little too weird. Would he be sniffing the clothes or sleeping with them? Awkward.. Yes, washing was the best bet. If he were to keep them himself, then it would look awkward on many levels. People might question why he was wearing (or simply had in his large collection) stuff that looked like a very small pair of jeans. He could lie and say they're girl jeans that some chick never took with her after spending the night, but how would he explain the shirt? It wasn't exactly babydoll, that style that fit all the girls' curves and such. No, this was a straight up man shirt, but just a very small, tight one. Yeah..lets just say he was returning them as soon as he got back to Hammel, after he washed them..and maybe bleached them too.

Now on to find the car. What did Zac drive anyways? Its not like he payed much attention to that detail, nor could he remember it very well. Luke could assume it was something fast and furious, or..on the other hand it could be a VW Bug. Just because Zac would do something like that. Just a shocker drive, you know? Being a Greek from Greece, Luke was very accustomed to either walking or sailing. As you couldn't really sail around Hammel to get around, he stuck more with the walking, although he too, could have a car shipped up here, one of his choice, within a few days from his parents. God, having money was so good. And yes, he knew he had it, and didn't mind flaunting it around a bit, but keeping it classy. He was certainly not a "flashin' the cash" kind of guy. It was what he put out to others, either in his designer clothing or other expenses, he knew his way around all the fortune. After all, you only live once, you had to make the most of it.

All of this thinking made him wonder, had he been listening to what Zac may or may not have been saying? He looked over at Zac, studying his face. Did it look like he had said something? Not really..but he could be wrong. Maybe he should ask? Or maybe he'd just keep staring until he said something or repeated it. Yeah, that one would work.

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[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac gave Luke a light bonk on the head when he raised his hands in glee. Not only was it embarrassing, Zac found it highly unnecessary. It wasn’t like their mission was so herculean that it was a miracle that they’d succeeded. True, they’ve been drunk to their wits and had virtually no recollection of what had happened last night (Zac still argues though, that Luke has full memory of their spicy night together; it’s only his pride that’s keeping him from acknowledging that he enjoyed it as much as Zac did), and that they had to use their powers just to find one simple club, but he didn’t see the whole point rejoicing. Or using the word ‘Alas’ for that matter.

“You’re embarrassing me. Stop it,” laughed the Prince. And his laugh wasn’t a harsh, derisive laugh, but a sincere and totally-having-fun one. Which, considering how he and Luke had been for the past few years, is really something new. Could it be that despite his insistence that he’s just teasing the oh-so-uptight Luke that he’s really gone soft for the boy? Oh good Lord. He promptly wrapped his hands around the other boy’s waist and placed his chin on his shoulder, cuddling the pyrokinetic once more, playfully making bite gestures around his ear. “Do it again and I’ll bite your ear off. I’m still tapped into a polar bear you know. These things can give quite the bite. Roar.”

Luke would be happy to know that Zac doesn’t wish a life of drunken stupor for him too. As much as he hates Luke (or hated, given the current situation), such a life is just too horrific for him to even consider wishing it upon the Greek. If anything, he’d be ashamed that he even considered Luke his rival should he see him at such a state. After all, the reason Zac sees people as his rival, Luke considerably above most anyone else, is that he feels (and knows) that in more ways than one, they are his equal, if not even better. Rarely does he look at a rival with utter contempt; he does have a few people on his list that boil his blood the moment he set eyes on them, but with his rivals, he has a more competitive mindset than a bloodlust one. Though he doesn’t look like one, Zac does know the value of competition, and is thus happy that people such as Luke (and JD), who constantly point out how wrong he is about the world, exist. He wouldn’t say that in front of the Greek though; he still has a bad boy image to uphold after all.

He simply chuckled when Luke laid their options down. “If that’s your way of saying that you want a round2, then I’d gladly rip your clothes off you now. It would save you the effort of trying, not to mention I can do it in such a speed that you’d never even notice it.” A bit of an exaggeration, as the cheetah doesn’t give him speed that’ll rival a true meta-human speedster, but he could care less. “I’d make a cut here, and here and here. And probably here too,” Zac winked, running his fingers across Luke’s shoulders, down from his chest to his abs, then up across his thighs. True to form, he didn’t doesn’t really care about his clothes too much. Like Luke thought, he can easily replace them anyway. That, and he’d be quite ashamed to wear an ensemble worn by Luke already, should people have seen them already. And yes, Zac was probably stealing touches along the way, but he wouldn’t admit it.
(Zac says he wouldn’t stoop that low though. He’d rather sneak up into Luke’s room and coerce the Greek to do it again, rather than cuddle up with the shirt Luke wore and masturbate with it. It’s just not him, he says.)

Taking his death grip off Luke’s waist, he stretched for a bit then smiled at Luke. “Race you to the parking lot then, Wukeypoo?” He might’ve grown fond of the boy a little too much, but that doesn’t mean he’s above challenging the Greek to such menial dares like this one. “First one to my car, a yellow Porsche 911 Carrera S Cabriolet (you do know your cars, right?), gets to order the other one around for the rest of the day. Ready Greekgod-wannabe?” With one last wink, he made a dash to the other side of the fence, not really caring about how childish they (or at least he) both seem to be now.


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I shouldn't even start, should I? D;
- Jam

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Within seconds, Zac was off in a dash towards the car, his car. It was juvenile, really, but Luke knew that he had to beat Zac, or he'd never hear the end of it. Zac had chosen to go the way of the fence, and that meant that Luke would go through the bar. It didn't look too crowded in there, but he might look questionable if he tried to sprint through a bar without any previous notice to anyone in charge there. Still, Zac was ahead of him now, and yes, he'd have to make it over that nasty looking fence but Luke was sure that he could pull out one of his 'animalistic' movements, like Kangaroo for example or something like that, and jump right over it. But Luke wouldn't just let that happen. Before rushing into the bar, he sent a stream of fire at the gate. It hit it, missing Zac's head (as it wasn't his purpose to hit Zac in the slightest) and turned the metal crosshatching of the fence's patter a bright red. Good luck getting over that one. Hopefully your kangaroo moves don't slip up or that would be quite a nasty fall.

With that said and done, he didn't look back but instead swung the door open to the bar, nodded towards the bartender, and headed towards the exit, which was also conveniently located towards the bathrooms. At least he would look like he was running to the bathroom instead of running from something mischievously. Within only a few seconds, he had made it to the glowing red 'Exit' sign, and after taking a double-look at the hallway around him, he pushed the metal bar forward, and ran out of the building, looking for a yellow sports car, which stuck out like a sore thumb. From his peripherals, he could Zac nearly there, and he still had all of his animal powers to get him there before Luke did. Fire wasn't going to help him now, unless he wanted to scorch the ground of which Zac would walk on, but that could lead to some serious property damage, of which he could surely afford, but paying that guy in the bar wasn't the first thing on his list.

Instead, he did what his instinct told him to do; sprint as fast as he could, using all the bits of agility that he had to dodge around other parked cars to get to the car first. He did not need to look more like a fool than Zac was already making him out to be. Not to mention that he wasn't the best sport when it came to losing something as simple as this.

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OOC: I should be the one apologizing, Jams. This is short, and I'm running on little to no sleep, and I got to you late, I'm really really sorry.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac wasn’t even thinking about using his powers, at least not until he saw Luke start to dash through the bar like a madman. Who knew the guy had it in him? And to think he’d been pounded so hard last night, thought Zac, chuckling inwardly at the thought (he’s actually surprised that Luke can walk upright, as he believes he’s given the Greek quite the workout the night before; then again, who was he to complain anyway).

He tapped on the horse for a little speed boost (he thinks cheetah’s a bit too much, despite Luke’s speed) and was about to ‘shift’ into the kangaroo and do a little parkour-esque jump maneuver on the wall and over the fence when he felt heat surging from behind him. Lucky him he turned his head just in time for his reflexes to cut in, his arms instinctively shielding his head as his feet veered him off to the side. “Shit Luke!” he looked back and shouted, thinking the boy had been aiming for him. But to his dismay, the Greek was already out of sight. Grumbling as he continued to run forward, he completely forgot about the fence, realizing he’s heading straight for the red hot metal bars, his momentum and inertia preventing him from stopping or at least diverting his path.

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Thank goodness for that last minute save. His clothes had been tattered a little (his powers doesn’t extend to the fabric on his skin after all) but at least he escaped the ordeal without so much a scratch. F*ck you Luke, he thought as he took he ragged shirt off, consoling himself to run around shirtless than look like he’d been plucked out straight from a post-apocalyptic movie. I’ll get back at you, just you wait.

Seems he doesn’t have to wait much further after all, as within moments, the Greek emerged from the building, smug aura (at least from Zac’s irritated mental state) and all. He’s still a few paces ahead, and with his powers he could get forward a whole lot more, but he decided to shift his path a bit and instead, head for the boy. Tapping on the agile spider monkey, he effectively jumped his way through the cars and sign posts, quickly approaching the Greek with a flurry of somersaults and back flips.

They were almost to his car when he jumped from behind the boy and tackled him down, pinning him to the ground face down. (He did try to cushion their fall by wrapping around Luke and using his armadillo-esque skin to absorb the impact; he just wants to pin the Greek down after all, not maim him or anything). “What was the fire ball for Luke?” he said, purposely reverting back to the Greek’s real name to show his contempt, “I thought we’ve reached more or less an armistice earlier?”

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Pfft. Don't even start Bels. :3. *huuugs*
- Jam

[Luke Pyrrhos]

He was almost there, and then out of the middle of nowhere, Zac certainly appeared, although in the last way he would have expected. What the -- With a last spring from the elastic Asian, Luke had been knocked off of his balance and onto the gravel below. Luckily, Sacagawea had been kind enough to shelter him from too much gravel to the face. How nice of him. Furious from this, Luke nearly lit something on fire, when he heard Zac ask just about the same topic. Speaking of fire, Zac seemed just as furious, if not more so, and angrily inquired why Luke had supposedly thrown fire at him. He honestly couldn't help but chuckle, as his plan had indeed worked, although Zac didn't seem to get that Luke wasn't going at him.

He attempted to turn around and release Zac's grip on him, but just smiled and looked up at the kid. "I think you've got me all wrong, Sacagawea. You see, if I was aiming at you, I wouldn't have missed. I knew good and well you wanted to jump that fence, so I prevented you from doing so so easily. That way, I would have had a chance, which, as you can see, I did, until you so kindly decided to tackle me to the ground."

He loosened Zac's grip on his body, prying his hands off of him, and scooting back so he was kneeling on the ground, facing Zac. Now that he could get a good look at him, there was a twinge of guilt for the guy, but that only lasted about three seconds, when he tried to stifle a laughter instead. Apparently his trick really had worked, and Zac was now topless. "Geez, Zac, can you keep your shirt on for five minutes?" He rocked back and forth and went to stick out his hand to lift Zac on up from the ground. "For the record, I won. Now don't be such a sore loser, Sacagawea, I mean, you got us here right? Look on the bright side."

Luke went to walk closer to the car, figuring the shirt probably cost at least $50, probably from some store like Express or Urban Outfitters. But instead of playing it Zac's way, Luke took the reigns once again and twisted the deal. Looking back at Zac, he announced, "To make up for that shirt of yours, I can give you mine -- er really yours. I might have stretched it out a bit with all my abdominal muscles and toned torso, but you can fill it out. Besides, I have a jacket which I won't let you take again." He was now at the car, and waited at the passenger's door for Zac to come as well. "And even better, I'll by you a plant, any plant of your choosing." It was a quirky offer, he knew, but might as well make good use of the trip to the greenhouse for both of them than to carry around a moping and frustrated Sacagawea. That's what Lewis and Clark would have done.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“What’s so funny?!” asked Zac as he sat on top of Luke, pinning the Greek down by pushing down on his neck with his elbow. He was trying so hard not to get too carried away, but Luke’s unexpected and highly uncalled for fireball was just too much. He can’t even hide the anger in his voice, almost shouting earlier. The boy chuckling underneath him just made him even more enraged. “You do know I can rip your heart out without you even knowing in this position.” Not that he’d ever do that; he may be a jerk, but taking a person’s life, especially of someone he knows, despite the weirdness of his relationship with such a guy, is a taboo for him.

Zac felt a little ashamed of himself when Luke explained everything. “Pfft. Next time, when you’re going to do a trick like that, you should at least tell me,” he said, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment as he loosened his grip on Luke. He promptly got off the boy’s back and helped him get up, but not before giving the boy a noogie and a playful air kiss a few inches from the Greek’s cheeks. Sorry Luke, but that’s the closest thing to an apology you’ll get from Zac. “I promise you I won’t protect that pretty boy face of yours the next time,” chuckled the boy, pinching the pyrokinetic’s cheeks.

The world must seriously be topsy-turvy right now. First he ends up on the same bed with Luke, naked. Now he’s laughing like him as if they’ve been best friends since the day began. This is so not good, or is it? “Hey, don’t complain. It’s your fault after all. And it’s as if you don’t like what you’re seeing. Or wait, would you rather I remove my pants and keep my shirt then?” He grabbed Luke’s hand and quickly stood up, dusting his pants and stretching his arms for a bit. “You won? Are your eyes clear? I am in front of you the whole time dearie. If I hadn’t jumped on you, I’d be inside the car before you can even blink. I didn’t even use my powers (except for the time when I rammed through the fence, of course).” Luke’s already earned an apology from Zac; the world isn’t ending yet so Zac admitting that Luke won would have to wait for a bit. “Seems you have to work out more. You’re getting weak.”

“Abs? You serious?” he laughed as he gave Luke’s chest a tap, “While I admit, I did like touching that last night, I was drunk. I didn’t realize that despite the misleading definition of your torso, you’re still a fasto Wukey.” He was going to insist that the boy keep the shirt but couldn’t hide the shiver when the cold wind blew past him against. So much for bravado. “Fine, give me,” said the Prince has he reached his arm out while the other rubbed against his arms in an effort to keep him warm.

“Is that how you pick your girls up? But fine. I’ll indulge you this one time,” mocked Zac as he stood in front of his car, trying to get his key from his jeans pocket. Oh the joy of wearing extremely skinny jeans. “Got it!” he shouted in glee as the car made its trademark ‘unlocked’ sound. “Get in. We’ve lots to do Wukey. Plants, clothes, not to mention food. I’m hungry.”

[Luke Pyrrhos]

"Woah, woah, woah, who are you calling fatty?" Luke knew that Zac was messing around, but maybe that insult was just another trick down his sleeve. "Wait...is this another way to get me to take my shirt off again? You want to bask in the glory that is everything Greek?" He made a heroic pose, and then chuckled. "Well I promised you that you could have the shirt right? You've got hardly any dense muscle tissue and you're probably freezing your ass off." With that he winked and smirked and slowly, teasingly, took off the shirt that Zac's butler-dude had givne him to wear. Well at least that was one less article in question that I have to worry about explaining. Rumpling it into a wad, just to push some extra buttons, Luke gestured, "Here you go, you can have your shirt back. I prepared it all nice and neat for you." This was the light-hearted side of Luke that Zac had never yet experienced. He was actually joking, and even laughing at the kid. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was actually having -gasp- a good time.

Tossing the shirt over to the opposite side of the car where Zac was, Luke did as he was told and slid into the sports car. It all screamed 'Zac' so much. It was the interior leather and metal and the exuberant exterior that gave Sacagawea away. it was one of those cars where you'd be able to see it a mile away in comparison to all the other monochromatic-colored cars that filled this small town. That bit of flamboyance really did describe the kid, though, and rang true to heart.

The ignition was started and within a few seconds, they were on the road. It wasn't long until Zac complained that he was hungry. Luke had eaten a huge breakfast, and wasn't really that hungry at all, but from what he remembered, so did Zac. "Look who's the fatty now, Sacagawea. Where do you propose we explore to find food?" This Sacagawea thing was definitely a keeper, but for now, it would be an inside joke; best not to introduce it to the public before he was comfortable with the idea of not being archenemies with Zac publicly yet.

"And yes, I think I'd like to buy a shirt or some real clothing before I go and buy a plant. I look far too much like... well, like you. That's not my style, no matter how much you like to fantasize about me wearing tight clothing, its not going t happen again, ever. At least while I'm conscious... don't get any ideas." He thought about places where food and fashion met, and even further so, where they'd find some place like that in a town like this. Well certainly, they'd have to travel a bit before they got anywhere good, but Luke did know of a shopping plaza with designer fashion companies and a very diverse food court. He mentioned the idea to Zac, and hoped for once the kid would actually listen to him. You know, there was something to gain out of it, so he might just do such.

"Go to that mall strip plaza thing. Its the only one for miles, and I pray that you know where this place is. If not, use your elephant memory to track it out. I can go find something decent to wear and you can stuff your face. Deal?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac didn’t bother stopping himself from ‘pfft’-ing and cracking up when the pyrokinetic did what seems to be his take on a dramatic hero pose. Immediately, the image of those iconic white marble sculptures of toned young men came to his mind. Zac couldn’t help but smirk at this, and really think that if Luke were to tell Zac he was one of those statues given breath and brought to life, he would actually believe him. They were, other than otherworldly attractive, regal and majestic, two aspects of Luke Zac could aspire for but never achieve. “It doesn’t fit you Wukeypoo, really,” he said, though his joyous tone betrays him. Never in his life did he imagine seeing Luke do something funny, much less do it with the intention of entertaining him (Zac). He only laughed when Luke mocked his teasing and his body. Somehow, it didn’t sound as insulting as it was, say a few weeks ago. Is it just him or is the ‘bond’ between them changing already? “Haven’t we established that all forms of subtlety is lost on me?” he laughed as he started revving up the engine, “That I’d just go and eat your ass out should I be hot for you and skip all that?” And now he’s moving on to self-depreciating comments. Something is definitely amiss. (Not that it’s a bad thing though).

“Oh you folded it neatly for me. I am so touched, thank you,” said Zac, his voice overflowing with sarcasm, though it was suddenly followed by a hearty laugh short after. “So, you want to keep the roof or use the convertible for all its worth?” Indeed, Zac spared no expense in making his car stand out from the rest. He’s a spotlight-hogger himself, there’s no reason why his car and his clothes shouldn’t share the same sentiment. Customized car stereo, improved leather seats and many more. You want it, he has it. It really didn’t help that it was his father’s money he was wasting when he customized his baby.

After putting on the crumpled shirt (which took quite some time actually; thank you Wukey), Zac finally stepped on the accelerator and they were off. “Hey, don’t hate,” the boy said, slapping the Greek lightly on his thighs as they sped through the once quiet streets of Pilot Ridge, “Not my fault my power gives me a rather fast metabolism. It’s like you and your perpetual hotness dear.” He gave Luke a wink, teasing the Greek even more. “Helps me stay slim and fit really. Wouldn’t attribute it to my overall hunky figure, but it does help from time to time. Does your magical body temperature burn your fats too?” Highly unlikely (as his body cells might’ve developed differently to cope up with the high core temperature), but hey, it doesn’t hurt to ask, does it?

“That’s what I don’t get with you Wukey. People want to be like me, why can’t you be like them too?” Despite what he said, Zac’s actually happy that Luke’s waaay different compared to him (at least when it comes to their overall personality, minus the flirting and cockiness, of course). Truth be told, he doesn’t think someone that’s exactly like him; his strong personality would just clash with his duplicate and both their lives would be hell. Heck, if Luke and him were more alike than usual, such a meeting wouldn’t have happened in the first place. “Tight clothing? Psssh. I fantasize about you wearing no clothing at all Wukeypoo. Why settle for less when I can get the full package. Get it, get it?” He even added a playful elbow nudge, showing how childish their conversation is getting already.

“Don’t mock the elephant memory you know. It’s what got us to my car. And what helped me remember how much you liked the feeling of me inside you last night. So stop whining, you Greek god you.” It wasn’t really his most favorite aspects of his power (he’d rather use the weight of an elephant and crush his opponents with it, should he be in a battle really), but he can’t deny its usefulness. “And yes, I know of that place. We’ll be there in a minute or two, so don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Cruising down the road they went, Zac making the most of the car ride experience in all the questioning and bugging that he so enjoyed doing. But at this point, it merely amused Luke more than anything. In fact it wasn't even annoying him, as if the entire day were just for the other's enjoyment. Odd, huh? "Well Zac, the answer is pretty clear. If I wanted to be like you, the world would have to be ending. I love myself far too much to want to be anything like you, other than our shared similarities that we have already. Take for example, our rather large amount of wealth in comparison to most of the rest of our school. Other than that, we don't match at all. I'm the one always getting the girls, I've got the best abs, and those girls love my eyes. I don't hear much about yours though...where do you rank again?" He was being a bit of a snob, but maybe that too, was one of the unmentionables that both the boys had in common. After all, neither one of them went out of their way to admit that blatantly. It would just be a shared, known, and unspoken truth.

"And this," he gestured to his whole figure as much as he could from the angle he was sitting at in the car, "is going to be terminally off limits to you, señor." There wasn't a chance in hell that this certain predicament would ever happen again, not if Luke could help it. But it did give them a chance to actually get to know each other, although saying those words out loud would make him sound more vulnerable and 'willing' to get to know Zac than he would ever be comfortable with. The pride, remember, the pride. That's what was ruling most of his actions and responses.

"Do you normally drive around with or without music? I wouldn't be surprised if you enjoyed a bit of Britney Spears or anything like that. But you know I'm just teasing...not really." Luke might sound as if he was coming off a bit harsh, and this thought kept popping into his mind, but this was most likely his reaction to how sensitive and squishy (if he could use that word to describe Zac) Zac was acting around him. It was something he was somewhat used to, but it had been all tease and no action before. Now, things were different. And awkward. This was Luke's response to it, and his mood was fluctuating from one thing to another, his body and mind not yet able to deal with it all diplomatically as he should be able to. But then again, that diplomacy was something a lot of pyrokinetics lacked, quick to emotion and anger, fury, all that jazz. Zac would just have to deal with the consequences of both of their rather drunk asses' actions from the night before, no pun intended.

"So what will you choose to stuff your face with today, Sacagawea? I hear they have a mean chicken teriyaki." As for Luke, he might be a bit hungry now that he thought of it, but he wasn't about to stuff his face like Zac. No, no, if he had something he could use to make fun of Zac for, he would use it to the fullest. This was his current way of fun.

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P.S. I'm so sorry Jams, this is a crap post, but I've been out of it for a while. I hope it can just get you through it and maybe I'll have some muse some time after you reply. Sorry for it being like two weeks late too. D:

[Zachary LaRousse]

“You? The best abs? You have got to be kidding me,” Zac scoffed – which, considering his past scoffs to the Greek, was conceivably a whole lot more lighthearted than ever really – as he drove through town, “I mean, that’s not what you were saying when you felt every crevice of my oh-so-awesome torso last night.” He even mimicked what was supposed to have happened last night – running his right hand sensually slowly across his chest and abdomen, all while having what seems to be an erotic expression (half-opened eyes, bitten lower lip, smoldering gaze) – and topped it off with a wink. “Or was the whole ‘oh my gosh so haard’ moans refer to something else entirely?”

Truth be told though, Zac would, believe it or not, most likely agree with Luke at this point in time (-legasp!-). Not in the sense that he’d admit that the pyrokinetic is a better hotshot than he is (nope, pride still says that no matter how comfortable he gets being all-so-jolly around the Greek god, he still won’t let him be on top, pun totally intended), but probably more of realizing how senseless and futile their argument would be, each side saying the same things over and over and over to no end. That, or maybe due to the fact that he still believes that no matter what Luke says, he still has it better.

He simply shook his head and chuckled when Luke mentioned about Zac being totally banned from that smoking body of his. “Seriously Wukey? I now know how to push your buttons, every single one of them,” he smirked, his foot pressing on the brake pedal as the stoplight turned red, “Deny it all you want, but sooner or later, you’d feel that emptiness inside of you that only I can fill.” Luke would be happy to know that like him, Zac wants them to be in good terms, but he just doesn’t know how to tell that to the man. After all, being at their throats for almost three years would make such a proposition awkward. That, and his pride just can’t take the whole fact that he has to initiate such an agreement. He might seem like he’s more confident and open with all the blunt sexual innuendo he’s telling Luke, but it’s really just his defense mechanism to hide the uncertainty and confusion he’s experiencing inside.

“Of course I drive with music. I listen to Madonna and Gaga. I jerk off to Beyonce remember?” he said, sarcasm overflowing from his tone and, well, not really caring if Luke would go forth and quote him on that, “Turn on the radio if you wish. I could care less.” After a few more turns and intersections, with a couple of dead-ends and ‘oh-we’re-back-here-again’ moments, the two boys finally arrived at the said plaza. “Sacagawea will go vegan and try to find himself some nice salads,” he said, apparently accepting the unique nickname Luke had given him, as he rolled his eyes while getting off his car, motioning Luke to follow suit. He briefly looked at his wristwatch and asked, “Want me to accompany you shopping or would you just rather we meet here in, say, two hours?”

-xxx-

So the two decided to simply go in separate ways and meet back in Zac’s car after they’ve both done their duties. It was the wiser course, they agreed, should anyone from school see them shopping together and Luke with just a coat on nonetheless. “What took you so long?” asked the Asian teen, holding a Chinese take-out box with one hand and chopsticks on another, leaning on his car as he did. “You found me a nice plant to remember you by (thereby becoming some sort of arousal plant for me)?” he asked playfully, eyeing quite the number of bags the Greek is carrying.


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Bels, none of that. And besides, it's only been a week. Haha. Comparing that to the number of times I've been late, it's nothing. Srsly. -huuuuuuug- ^^
- Jam

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Luke returned to the cafeteria area of the mall within forty-five minutes, tops. He would have come back sooner if he could have found something that he really wanted to get...but when push came to shove, he handed over the bucks for a mediocre outfit. This mediocre outfit at least went from screaming flamboyancy to rooting for a little more 'him'. Still, it beat wearing going without and wearing Zac's clothing any day.

Without finding him there, he figured the boy had returned to his car, and if not, it didn't matter, because that's where Luke would be, as he wasn't that cold in the first place, especially not with this flannel shirt on over his warm skin. By the time he reached the vibrant sports car though, he saw Zac leaning against the car on the driver's side, chopsticks and chinese in his hands. Smirking, Luke replied, "So much for Mr. Vegan Salad man there..." But when Zac asked about finding a plant, Luke looked at him disdainfully, as there was no real plants at the shopping center. They'd have to go to a greenhouse or full out plant extravaganza for that. "The only kind of plants they sold there were fake, and although some did remind me of you..." he winked and laughed jokingly, "...I decided against it. I think we should go to a real florist or greenhouse or something to find the real plants. We could head down to Miami to hear my mother's thoughts on which one would truly fit your personality, but I think we're a bit short on time right now." Luke glanced at his watch: it was 2:15pm. Well, they really weren't that short on time, but flying down to Miami for such a small purpose wasn't really all that necessary, was it? But with the large amount of money he had..when were things ever done when they were 'necessary'.

Luke waited for Zac to unlock the door, and voiced over the roof, "So where to now, Sacagawea? I still need my plant and you still need some entertainment."

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Sorry its so short..and sorry it took three weeks. I've been dealing with some rl stuff.