The rains gonna wash away. [Landon.}

[Ace Anderson]

Ace walked into his dorm, wrapped in just a towel. He closed the door gently, walking to the dresser. He only hoped he had enough time to get dressed before Landon came over. Getting dressed in front of him would be a little embarrassing. And besides, he had taken a little longer than anticipated to take a shower.

His hair clung to his face, soaking wet. His towel clung to his hips, held up by a loose knot. He rummaged through his clothes, not sure what he would wear.

[landon miles carter]

After heading to get himself some ice cream, ice cream solved most all things... to him anyway, he headed back to the dorms. He figured it had been enough time to pass, he wasnt really sure how long it had been, but he couldnt imagine that Ace wouldnt be ready by now.

He finished off his cone, chewing the cone as he pulled the doors opened. His eyes ran over the numbers. None of them were the number he was looking for. Finally he saw it. Grinned he moved his way over, without thought he just grabbed the handle and whipped the door open. Honey Im home! he called with a grin.

When he saw Ace standing there in just a towel he quirked a brow, his head tilting a bit. If ihad known it was a towel party i would have changed... he joked closing the door.

[Ace Anderson]

Ace blushed madly, glad he had shut the door before anyone else had seen him.

"You got some 'splainin' to do!" He joked, smiling. He continued to fish through his clothes, pulling out a shirt and throwing it onto the bed.

"I would have changed too.. But I took a little longer than I thought I would.." He mumbled quietly, keeping his head down and his eyes averted.

[landon miles carter]

Landon laughed a bti and shrugged giving him a completely innocent look. my bad.. he told him leaning against the door. hey its okay... i dont mind. he winked playfully at him. want me to turn around/ he asked. I mean... as horrible as i am.. I am at least a gentleman. he told him with a grin. and turned around. Of course if ace told him he didnt have to maybe hed turn back.

[Ace Anderson]

Ace shook his head.

"Theres nothing to see.." He said, dropping his towel and pulling on a pair of jeans, buttoning them quickly. He zipped them carefully, then pulled a shirt over his head, putting his arms through the holes and tucking the front in his pants, so it wouldnt get in his way. He picked up the towel and began drying his hair.

[landon miles carter]

Landon kept himself turned. ah im sure thats not true he said, but no worries. Landon waited a bit tapping his fingers on the door frame and then when he thought that ace was done he galnced over, turning the rest of the way when he saw he was dressed. so.. he leaned agianst the door. sorry bout earlier.. he shrugged, hands gong into his pockets. dont know what got into me..

[Ace Anderson]

Ace laughed.

"You really think so? I can prove you wrong." He said, untucking his shirt, pulling it up slowly. He got right below his belly button, then stopped, dropping his shirt.

"Naw. Youre not interested. I wouldnt be either. Im pale as a ghost." He said, turning on the TV.

"Whatcha wanna play?"

[landon miles carter]

Landons brows drew up and he smirked. alright then.. he said crossing his arms waiting to see but then ace stopped dropping his shirt. He frowned. are you saying that as a joke or do you really think im not interested? he asked.

Landon shrugged a bit. um.. anythings good.. what games do you have?

[Ace Anderson]

"I really think youre not interested." He said firmly, opening his closet. But instead of clothes, it was lined with games. He loved to collect games. Any kind. But the horror ones were the only ones he really played.

Above each shelf was the console the games belonged to.

"The PS1 isnt working. But everything else is. Take your pick." He said, sitting down on the bed, watching the fuzzy TV screen.

[landon miles carter]

Landon frowned. Why would you say that? he asked. I am pretty sure i told you earlier i was intersted.. he said. but its like.. im not acting like a pig especially after everything you told me about people... so... instead i figured clearly you're not into stuff like that, so hanging out was it. But now its like.. you assume im not intersting... or.. im so confused right now.. he rubbed his head.

[Ace Anderson]

Ace looked over at him.

"What do I have to do to prove to you Im interested?" He asked him seriously. He bit down on his lip, hoping Landon wouldnt avoid the question and would answer it right out.

"Tell me what I have to do, Landon."

[landon miles carter]

Landon blinked a bit. so wait... ace was interested? god he must be losing his mind if he hadnt picked up on it. um.. tell me... you're actually interested and also.. um.. dont .. knock me down everytime i compliment you.. or something... he shrugged. how could you think that I wasnt interested? he frowned.

[Ace Anderson]

"Fine." Ace said, reaching for him. "Im interested."

He grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him over. Ace wasnt used to not wearing a jacket. And his room was usually freezing.

"Im curious.. I want to see where this might go.." He told him.

Honestly, he didnt think it would go anywhere. Landon wasnt exactly the most loyal person at school. Ace had seen him around with another guy. And from the looks of things, they werent just friends.

He let him go quickly, climbing off the bed and walking to his dresser, grabbing a jacket and pulling it over his shoulders.

You do realize hes playing you like a card, right? He asked himself.

[landon miles carter]

Landon smirked. alrighty then.. he said liking how he just kind of grabbed him pulling him to him. yeah? he said. well... he tilted his head. Landon wasnt entirely sure he knew exactly what ace was talking about but he was going to go along with it because right now ace wasnt pissing on him about being a douchebag.

HE had let him go again to put a jacket on. hey.. you're putting more clothes on.. i thought you were going to show me you're pale skin he grinned playfully at him. so.. ace tell me what you want? he said, head tilting attractively.

[Ace Anderson]

Ace smiled, zipping up his jacket half-way.

"I want to play some games." He lied, walking into the closet as he pushed his sleeves half-way up his forearms. He grabbed one of the other playstations, then Resident Evil, carrying them into the room. He hooked the console up the tossed Landon a controller.