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boywhoflew) wrote2016-05-24 12:02 pm
boywhoflew) wrote2016-05-24 12:02 pm
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[Darrow: Set for May 23rd]
It shouldn't have surprised him, but somehow he hadn't expected Eric to make shit so goddamned difficult.
Glaring down at the text message on his phone screen, Carson hastily tapped out a quick reply before stuffing it in his pocket. He didn't know why something as dumb as prom had to come with so many complications, but like hell if he was going to suffer through an entire evening of obnoxious laughter and awkward dance floor grinding all by himself. The idea of dragging Eric along for company had seemed appealing in theory, if only because then he'd have someone to distract him from all of the hormonal aggression and adolescent sexual misconduct, but of course it couldn't just be that easy.
Honestly, he should have seen it coming.
Grabbing his keys from the table he ducked out of his apartment quickly, the few halls and elevator between their apartments an easy distance to cross. By the time he made it down to the third floor he was almost as irritated as he was exasperated, and he didn't even hesitate before knocking with a bit more force than was likely necessary.
So sue him. He was irritated.
The door had barely opened before he leaned in, intent and determined. "What the hell?" He demanded, caught between confused and flustered. "Are you going with me or not?"
Glaring down at the text message on his phone screen, Carson hastily tapped out a quick reply before stuffing it in his pocket. He didn't know why something as dumb as prom had to come with so many complications, but like hell if he was going to suffer through an entire evening of obnoxious laughter and awkward dance floor grinding all by himself. The idea of dragging Eric along for company had seemed appealing in theory, if only because then he'd have someone to distract him from all of the hormonal aggression and adolescent sexual misconduct, but of course it couldn't just be that easy.
Honestly, he should have seen it coming.
Grabbing his keys from the table he ducked out of his apartment quickly, the few halls and elevator between their apartments an easy distance to cross. By the time he made it down to the third floor he was almost as irritated as he was exasperated, and he didn't even hesitate before knocking with a bit more force than was likely necessary.
So sue him. He was irritated.
The door had barely opened before he leaned in, intent and determined. "What the hell?" He demanded, caught between confused and flustered. "Are you going with me or not?"