Chocolate Bears {Landon}

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew shifted the items in his arms, trying to get a good grasp on the over sized bear. "Laaaandon! I know your sick, but can you help me??" he called out. He snuggled the bear, wrapping the bag of chocolate eggs around his wrist. The boy at the counter had been nice enough, giving him an extra Hershey bar for free. Maybe being flirty was a good thing.

He smiled, hiding his head behind the bear while he waited for Landon. It was softer then anything he had bought before, almost like his hair would have been unless there hadn't been hairspray. "Laaandon..." he tried again, gently knocking. Andrew frowned, hoping it wasn't just a joke or that he would just get laughed at and rejected.

[landon miles carter]

Landon rubbed at the side of his head. Andrew insisted on coming over, and finally landon figured well maybe if he said yes he wouldnt be pissed at him anymore. really... he should have said no. He never let anyone over to his room. He liked his space, this was his sanctuary.. the place that was him and only him. Now... well whatever... guess one time wont hurt. Besides he was bringing him a bear and chocolate.. how awesome was that!

Landon looked at his reflection. god he looked horrible. His skin had turned pale from all the vomiting. His skin was kind of clammy feeling. He was probably running a fever but Landon refused to check. He was not sick... he refused to be sick. He had bags under his eyes from being up all night. Really its not any different from any other night. Okay so he usually at least got some sleep.

he washed his face adn brushed his teeth, gargled mouth wash. Okay at least the nasty taste was out of his mouth. Maybe if he wore one of his outfits it would detract from his horrible appearance. He rummaged through pulling out his pirates outfit. He put it on standing in front of the mirror. He tried to smile but... guh.. he couldnt do that hed ruin the outfit. Scowling he pulled the outfit off and threw it into his closet. He pulled on his pj pants and a white beater then grabbed his blanket. It was the best comforter ever!

So nice.. and comfy...

Then he heard his name being called. He Jumped off his bed only to land on the end of his comforter and fall to the ground, his palms breaking his fall before he hit his face, but his knees banged pretty hard. MOTHER FU... he winced. He muttered a string of cursewords as he pulled himself up and finally reached the door opening it up. come in come in.. he said through clenched teeth trying to ignore the smart in his knees. He reached out taking the bear. better? he asked trying to hold the bear and keep a hold of his blanket. after some adjustment he finally got it.

Landons room was clean, kind of empty. He had a entertainment center thing with a pretty big tv, a ps2 ps3 xbox and a wii. he had a nice sice stereo system.. well pretty much his room was decked out, but it didnt have much of his personality to it.

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew walked in slowly, feeling mildly self conscious. Maybe I just should have stayed... he thought, looking around the room silently. He felt removed from here, almost too dirty to belong. He glanced down at his outfit, his black and blue hair falling into his eyes. His gray slippers were slightly dirty and wet from being outside, and his cotton blue pajama pants were torn at the bottom. "I... Umm... Brought the stuff.." he muttered, holding out the chocolate and bear.

Andrew smiled shyly, dropping the bear on the bed, taking great care not to touch anything before taking Landon's side. "You look like crap, and your burning up... Landon, do you ever take care of yourself?" he teased, gently touching his arm. He stood up again, offering him a hand to help himself up.

[landon miles carter]

Landon nodded. I see that he said. hey... like the hair.. he said nodding to it. thats my favorite colors.. he smirked. it looks different... he tilted his head. you cut it or something? he asked.

Landon frowned at his words. hey now.. i do not look like crap... he said. [ b].. im fine drew.. just.. fine..[/b] he frowned. he took care of himself...

Landon pouted, he had an adorable pout, his arms crossing as he moved over dropping the blanket and picking up the bear hugging it to him. aww hes so soft... he buried his face into the bear. he looked over at andrew. come on! lets open up the eggs. he said setting the bear down again and reaching over pulling andrew down onto the bed next to him as he sat down opening up one of the egg cartons. he held it out to him as he took one popping it into his mouth. have on.

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew shook his head, twirling a strand of his hair between his fingers. "I got it thinned, like you said.." he admitted, blushing lightly as he crossed his legs. He grabbed the bear, burying his face in it's neck, almost disappearing behind it. "Do you like them?" he asked, stretching to see over the bear. The heat had spread from his cheeks down his neck, barely showing up against the soft fur of the bear. He glanced around, trying to find something they could do together. "Do you... Want to play a game or something?" he asked, pointing to the game systems. The room awed him, since his own only had his laptop, CD stack, a tiny stereo and a bed. But that was all. This room, though, had everything... Even though it was lacking the distinction of Landon. But the soft hints of vanilla made up for that.

[landon miles carter]

landons brows rose in surprise. really now? heh.. didnt think you were listening to me. he said. well... it looks nice.. he reached out running his fingers in it kind of fluffing it a bit. yeah.. ilike that. he grinned. he nodded. they're great he said. how come you're hiding behind the bear... he asked. do i make you nervous or something? he popped another inhis mouth offering the candy again. he looked over and shook his head. naw.. but feeel free to mess around. im just.. i dont really feel like it.. he said. in fact he was starting to feel like he was about to vomit agian. He set the carton aside trying to refocus his attention. man... this was not cool he did not want to throw up with andrew there.

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew moved the bear over, gently reaching out to touch Landon's forehead. He used his other hand to touch his own forehead, trying to feel the difference. "You have a fever.." he mumbled, slowly playing with Landon's hair. "You feel okay? Stomach problems again?" He fussed, looking over Landon carefully. "I can hold your hair, or something... But you might have to lose the shirt, you got a trash can or what?" he chewed his lip thoughtfully, still playing with Landon's hair without realizing it.

[landon miles carter]

landon pouted again. maybe... you're just cold.. he said and shook his head. i dont have hair to hold drew. he said. moving his head away from his hand. and you're messing up what hair i do have. he shot him a smirk letting him know he was just messing aorund with that last comment.

Landon stilled before getting up and running into his bathroom. He just made it before he lost what hed just put in his stomach. He groaned as he flushed the toilet. Really this fucking sucked! he hated being sick. NO! he was not sick... just.. as long as he didnt consume anything. He sighed, closing his eyes. Okay well he was ... warm...er then usual... and his head hurt like a bitch... but.. whatever. He stayed where he was leaning against the tub his knees up his head in his hands. hey... drew.. he grumbled into his hands. can you get me a glass of water?

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew nodded, jumping up like a little kid helping his older brother. He rummaged through the bag he brought with him, pulling out a few pills and an unopened bottle of water, rushing to Landon's side again. "Here, I figured you'd be warm so I brought this too." he explained, holding out the objects with a childish smile. "T-the blue one will help your tummy too." he offered, opening the bottle with his teeth. He crinkled his nose in a slightly cute fashion at him, setting the bottle down so he could stroke his hair. "You need rest, dumbo." he retorted, smiling slightly.

[landon miles carter]

Landon looked from him to the pills then back. He took the pills and the offered water swallowing them down. He then drank about half the bottle before looking at him again. His brows drew together as he continued to stare at him. dont call me that I dont like it.. he frowned. He didnt take his eyes off of him. Finally he looked past him towards the room then back to him. ... why are you here? he asked. I mean.. why are you... here? really he didnt get why he was here... helping him. Landon was used to being on his own through everything. Granted it was probably mostly his fault. But at the same time when you grow up a certain way you learn to expect certain things. Back in california the crowd he ran in save for a few, were all about the partying, the one night stands, all that jazz. People didnt just hang out with you to hang out with you. They usually hung out with you because they wanted something and they definitely didnt give you the time of day when you were sick. Who wanted to be around a sick person. So why the hell was Andrew here. Why was he still helping him? He just did not get that. He couldnt want sex from him ebcause there were several times he could have gotten it but refused it. So what... ? he just couldnt figure it out.

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew sat down slowly, resting his head against his knees as he thought. Trying explain something to Landon was like explaining it to a brick wall. What was he supposed to say? 'I like you.' yeah.. That would go over soo well. He paused, remembering back when he was younger. When everything was black and white, if your friend was sick you went over and comforted them. And if you cared, then you stayed by that person. He looked at Landon, shrugging slightly. "I'm here because I care." he said simply, not wanting to go into a long ass response over it. He leaned over, gently kissing his cheek. "So just relax and let me take care of you."

[landon miles carter]

He frowned at what andrew said. Then he felt his lips to his warm cheek. Landon took a deep breath and shook his head. you care? how can you care.. dude you dont even know me. he said. He didnt really get him. He was.... strange. He wasnt sure what to think of him. you want me to relax... so you can take care of me? Im not a baby andrew... he told him. babies get taken care of... ive been a big kid for a while.. he told him. do you do this a lot? he asked turning his head, his cheek resting on his arms as he looked at andrew again.

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew looked away, curling up into a ball while leaning away from him. "Yeah..." he muttered, not really caring what Landon thought. So great, he wasn't supposed to care about a class mate? Was he supposed to be cold and unfeeling just like before? Andrew sighed, hiding his face in between his knees while thinking. Maybe he should just leave if Landon wanted to be so unreasonable. "You know... Even big kids have a right to be taken care of every now and then.."

[landon miles carter]

Landon drank some more, capping the water and setting it aside. He turned then moving towards andrew. He took maneuvered so he had uncurled andrew, positioning himself over him, trapping him. okay... fine. he said. you can take care of me... but i still think its weird... he told him who just takes care of people they dotn now.. it makes no sense to me.. he said. but... he shrugged. i kind of ... dont mind you here.. he smirked down at him and then he leaned down quickly pressing his lips to andrews. He kept it quick, pulling back but holding his position on andrew. He was expecting andrew to hit him or .. something.

[Andrew Simons]

Andrew blushed, his cheeks turning a bright red. "G-get off me, Landon..." he stumbled, pressing his hands against Landons chest to try and get him off. He gave up quickly, staring up into his eyes and blushing. "We could get to know each other then..." he offered. He looked up again and groaned, trying to wiggle out from under him. The closeness was making his heart race faster, and the bright red wasn't helping out neither.