Not Another Teen Movie. [Dustin!?]

[daniel nicholas avery]

It wasn't a date- first and foremost. Just two guys, hitting up a movie, eating popcorn, drinking soda, and being extremely obnoxious. Okay, maybe Dustin wasn't going to be obnoxious at the movie theater. Daniel was fairly okay with that. Back to the point; it wasn't a date. Daniel was old. Older than he ever cared to admit following the fact that he acted as a four-year-old might. Dustin was not old. As a matter of fact, the boy was pretty young for, you know, hanging out with someone as senile and decrepit as the redhead was. Daniel Nicholas Avery was not pedophile. He may have been a tiny bit homosexual, but he was, in no way, a pedophile.

That out of the way. He was so incredibly excited. He had friends. Sort of. Not many. And it wasn't often that any agreed to actually hang out with him. He loved the idea of being able to just spend quality time with a pal and not have to worry about it being awkward. It would probably still be incredibly awkward, Daniel and Dustin being the kind of people they were-- still. It was going to be a damn good time. The redhead would make certain of that.

Now.. what kind of genre would he bring up to the friend? Not romance. That would be gay. Action? There was always Die Hard. But Daniel wasn't sure if he could sit through that one without screaming something at the screen. Horror? .. Dustin would probably pee himself. And there was a good.. ten percent chance that such an event would ruin the night.
Comedy was always a good fall-back. Comedy wouldn't be too feminine. Nor would it be overtly masculine. And no one would be peeing their pants. Okay. Perhaps if one of them laughed too hard. Maybe genre wasn't really all that important after all. Did Daniel need to offer to pay for everything? He had a steady job. He could afford it. And he'd been saving since they decided to go out together. Not go out like a date. Pervert. Still, maybe that would make things weird. You know, the older man offering to pay for the others ticket. Maybe it would have been better to just ask when the other got to the theater. Which was going to be some time in the next thirty minutes or so. The man had arrived early. Just in case the other arrived early. So he wouldn't have to be there alone. Or something.

He'd been standing outside for a good ten minutes, shifting his weight from his heel to his toes. At the time, he wasn't really aware of how uncomfortable he had been making the workers behind the counter. As he was shaking a little bit, checking his watch, and producing a bit more sweat than most people might, he was coming off as being... well.. odd. And he was odd. Just, not quite in the fun way.

[dustin woods]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#7DACC9; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #577B91; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #445763;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES Dustin didn't agree to this. The fellow merely sprung it up on him and didn't give Dustin a chance to say no before running off. That wasn't fair! He was so rude- Dustin wasn't to not show up. Prove he should listen to others! That wasn't dustin. He would never - could never - do something so horrible. Instead, he found himself rushing to the theatre. The gijinka had lost track of the time and left later than planned. Running down the stairs and tugging on his jacket as he went. He was glad the location wasn't far, yet still was out of breath by the time he got there. Messy, panting and gripping on to Danny's arm for balance while he tried to catch his breath. The boy looked terrible. His hair was a mess, his clothing wrinkled and his face flushed from the run. It took him a few moments to regain himself - to stand up - but when he did, the boy tugged up the hood, to cover those disgusting, back ears. The tail was hidden away too. "S..Sorry. Late" The only words he mustered out before shoving some money in the other's hand. It was enough for a ticket. Like hell he'd let someone else pay for him, and like hell he'd hand the money to the person himself. He wasn't good at talking. "You.. really should listen to others! I could'a been busy.." Like hell. With what? Friends? Ha. He didn't have friends. Only his trainer, and even he did it out of obliga- crap. There went his mood. Dustin didn't show it, just looked at the large doors, the people filing in. Well. At least he wasn't alone this afternoon. "What..are we seeing..?" [/style]

[daniel nicholas avery]

He was late. Not very late. Just a tid bit, but it most certainly had the man worried. He was always worried. Worried about what to say, how to act, what to wear-- or, in this case, if something had happened to his young friend. So many chances at something going horribly wrong. The boy could have been abducted and raped. Or abducted and beaten. Or abducted and robbed. He could have even fallen down the stairs on his way there! And then been abducted! It was all too much for the redhead's mind to process, and suddenly, he felt ever-so faint.

And then, there he was. Running, panting, clothing astray and out of shape. He looked cute. Well, okay, maybe not cute, per say.. No, no. He did look cute. Damn. And it didn't help in the slightest when the boy tugged at Daniel's arm. With his free hand, the man tugged a bit at the collar of his own shirt, clearing his throat before giving a crooked grin. "Ah! You've made it! I was, ah.. Worried! That something might have happened to ya," like being abducted or something, "Gosh, busy? Were ya busy? If ya need to do this some other time, you can tell me. I don't mind a lick or nuthin'." He minded. Just a little. It was either this or spending his free night with a loving cat, Baby Doll. Not that he didn't want to spend time with his girl. He loved her to death and back again. At times, though, she could be sassy. And rude. And she often interrupted whenever Daniel tried to talk to friends or relatives on the telephone. She was always needing attention like that.

- He looked down at the money in his hand. At least he knew that the other was to pay for himself. .... What were they going to see? What were they going to see? Daniel hadn't the foggiest idea. "Umm.. A horror flick?" That was a terrible idea. But it probably wouldn't have a huge crowd. Which the fuzzy-eared boy would be glad of.

[dustin woods]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#7DACC9; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #577B91; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #445763;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES He glared at the other, the unseen ears back. He wanted to bite him. Jerk wad. "Lost track. Time" He panted out the words, hugging the other's arm to his chest. He felt like his lungs were going to explode. Oh, and of course, a fucking thriller. Did the gods hate him? Yes. Yes they did. "I can do a horror" He couldn't do a horror. " .. but I don't have an id.." He hesitated and looked up at the other, frowning. Could he get in without being carded? He had before. So he nodded. Fine. He'd go to a fucking horror - and cry. NO he wouldn't cry. He would be totally manly and Sterling will be proud. He really wanted sterling praises. pets. He'll visit him later. "Pick anything. I can get in" They knew him, a few. He came around often. Maybe they do his a favour. This went two ways. Either him ticked off and being passed through, or puppy eyes till they felt like monsters. Which side would be shown today? [/style]