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sixwordstories2012-06-12 08:01 am
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Feel the sun from both sides.
by the way, I had named Sam's verse w/Mark Wanderlust. Cool?
sam_k_roth
2012-06-12 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It does.
...but I should admit it's a bit from a quote that I like.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun on both side. It's David Viscott.
...but I should admit it's a bit from a quote that I like.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun on both side. It's David Viscott.
I love the sun. Maybe someday we can go to the beach. And some day eventually, when I win the lottery, I'm gonna have a beach house on a beach that's warm all year round. My imagination is a fun place.
Sounds like another non-date in the making. [Sam smirked] I'd like to live in your imagination, I mean as long as it's a house on the beach in the sun. [He winked in a playful manner.]
But not if it's in the mountains of Alaska or jumping out of an airplane with an awesome parachute?
I'd be right at home in the mountains of anywhere. [His brows raise.] You would jump out of a perfectly good airplane? [Why, Mark, why?]
Good cause I've never been in the mountains... not real mountains. I've been mountain biking. [He grins.] My brother and I try to do something crazy once a year. We're kind of adrenaline junkies. I've been skydiving four times.
We are going to have to change that. How is that even possible? [Sam is smirking and shaking his head.] You're crazy.
I don't know, I've just always been to a City or a beach. Mountains always seem all cozy and warm and I wanna ski down them. I should learn how to ski... I'm putting that on my to-do list.
They are cozy and warm. Which makes them pretty perfect. You know I have to go to LA for a few days, take care of some things, there is a beach, mountains....
A beach and some mountains, hmm? When are you leaving?
Yep. Oh and me. I'll be there too. [Sam chewed the corner of his lip for a second. No, he didn't like the idea of leaving.] Friday.
Best part. That's you. [Mark looks thoughtfully away, trying not to look uncomfortable at the idea of Sam being so far away from him.] For how long? I mean... how many days is a few days?
Monday night. [Sam knew not everyone lived like he lived. They couldn't just up and run off across the country. He hated that about what he did.] Then back to my hotel room.
Will you... call or...? I mean, not that you have to. I just... I mean, I'll miss you.
Of course I have to. And yes, I'll call. I'll text. [Sam sighed, he hated having to go anywhere.] How about we make a date? Pick me up at the airport Monday, we go grab groceries and I'll cook you dinner. We can watch a movie or something, you got any football recorded?
...or you can come with me.
...or you can come with me.
Well it's... such short notice. I mean, I could... [Could he just pick up and leave for the weekend? Maybe so. But it isn't all that logical for him to do it.] We could have that date. A... date and a movie.
...and you could come over now. To my place.
...and you could come over now. To my place.
Then it's settled. A weekend full of phone calls and text messages then date night Monday night. We're cooking at your place unless you want to come to the hotel, I'm in a suite, I have a kitchen.
I'd love to come over now....like right now.
I'd love to come over now....like right now.
My place is good... for both the cooking and the right now. I'm gonna text you my address and clean up real quick cause uh... I'm not a slob but... you know.
[Sam laughed.] I'll be there soon, baby.
[Sam had already showered and was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. While he slipped on his boots he called the front desk to get the car service to take him to the address Mark sent. He didn't dare brave the city in a cab yet. Forty five minutes later the car pulled up to the address and Sam sent a text.]
[Sam had already showered and was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. While he slipped on his boots he called the front desk to get the car service to take him to the address Mark sent. He didn't dare brave the city in a cab yet. Forty five minutes later the car pulled up to the address and Sam sent a text.]
I'm out front. Apt. 2B
Mark buzzed the buzzer to let Sam in the building. His apartment was on the second floor. During that forty-five minutes, he had showered, cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen and folded the throw blankets on the couch. Mark was a generally neat person but he did live alone and sometimes things got left around the house here and there until he decided to put them away.
He was in jeans and a tee as well when he opened the front door to his apartment. It was decorated probably better than most bachelor pads, mostly because when he'd bought the place his mother had been over and made sure he had everything and more that he could possibly need. It was a classic decor with earthy, mellow tones that were very fitting to Mark. It was homey.
When he met Sam at the door, he offered him a small, nervous smile. When was the last time he'd had someone other than a patient over here? A long time. "Hey. I... come in." He took Sam's hand, guiding him inside and shut the door, locking it behind them. "You want a beer? Or... water? I have water... as do most places."
Mark buzzed the buzzer to let Sam in the building. His apartment was on the second floor. During that forty-five minutes, he had showered, cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen and folded the throw blankets on the couch. Mark was a generally neat person but he did live alone and sometimes things got left around the house here and there until he decided to put them away.
He was in jeans and a tee as well when he opened the front door to his apartment. It was decorated probably better than most bachelor pads, mostly because when he'd bought the place his mother had been over and made sure he had everything and more that he could possibly need. It was a classic decor with earthy, mellow tones that were very fitting to Mark. It was homey.
When he met Sam at the door, he offered him a small, nervous smile. When was the last time he'd had someone other than a patient over here? A long time. "Hey. I... come in." He took Sam's hand, guiding him inside and shut the door, locking it behind them. "You want a beer? Or... water? I have water... as do most places."
He followed behind, already smiling a little. Once inside he was greeted by warmth and smells that would forever remind him of Mark. Sam loved the way things smelled and how that reminded him of different people or important things. He knew he'd never smell a beer again without thinking of the man holding his hand.
Most times he had seen Mark there had been a jacket covering him up, well his arms, seeing him in just the tee shirt made his stomach do a strange flop. He really was a very good looking man, now Sam was curious about where all of that ink ended. "Beer." No he hadn't let go of his hand. "But show me around first?"
Most times he had seen Mark there had been a jacket covering him up, well his arms, seeing him in just the tee shirt made his stomach do a strange flop. He really was a very good looking man, now Sam was curious about where all of that ink ended. "Beer." No he hadn't let go of his hand. "But show me around first?"
"Well, this is the living room... obviously. And the kitchen." Although this was one of the higher-end apartments in Brooklyn, the apartment set-up was pretty basic. The living room and dinning area were both the same space. Mark had a small round glass table on which he had drawn and written on in sharpie markers, different quotes and sayings along with suns and moons, a paw print. The kitchen was small with everything one might need. And from the kitchen there was an open wall to see into the dining living area.
There was a main hallway that went to the back of the apartment. Across from the kitchen was the room he used as a guest bed and an office. There was a desk in there, a couch and comfy chairs. The whole room was pretty zen. "And in here... I work. See patients sometimes and... general office place in which I do office type things. It can also be a guest bed cause the couch pulls out but Peter's the only one who ever uses it when he's in town and too drunk to wanna go home and be drunk around dad."
He hesitates, using both hands to hold onto Sam's one hand. "But you could use it... whenever..."
There was a main hallway that went to the back of the apartment. Across from the kitchen was the room he used as a guest bed and an office. There was a desk in there, a couch and comfy chairs. The whole room was pretty zen. "And in here... I work. See patients sometimes and... general office place in which I do office type things. It can also be a guest bed cause the couch pulls out but Peter's the only one who ever uses it when he's in town and too drunk to wanna go home and be drunk around dad."
He hesitates, using both hands to hold onto Sam's one hand. "But you could use it... whenever..."
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