xp_logs | Terry and Jay--Tuesday poolside (Reply)

Terry and Jay gossip, ogle, listen to music and eat ice cream. Yet they manage not to be entirely content free.

Terry handed off a dish of ice cream to Jay then flopped herself into the lounge chair next to his. She rested her own ice cream on her knee while she adjusted her ponytail and sunglasses and scanned the pool area to see who else was out enjoying the day. "Nice view today," she chirped, giving Jay a grin.

"Very nice," Jay agreed, surveying the area behind his sunglasses. The pool was pretty busy today, and that provided Terry and Jay with the perfect voyeuristic opportunity. "S'a perfect day."

Terry tapped her foot to the beat of the pop-rock music pouring out of the stereo that someone had set up well back from the pool itself. "Absolutely. Now if only I could get a tan instead of just turning red and peeling." She made a face at her pale skin, still glistening from the sunblock she'd slathered on in defense against the summer sun. "Bobby made the ice cream. It's extra minty."

Ah, healing factors. The perfect defense against sunburn and melanoma. Jay reclined in his chair, spreading his wings as much as he could so he could literally soak in the sun's rays. "Bobby, eh? That's that one, with the blue eyes you'd kill for?" he asked, eating a scoop of his ice cream. Delicious.

Terry turned slightly pink. "Aye, that's Bobby. In fact, speak of the devil." She nodded at the blond just entering the pool area. "He's been at college." She grinned because it was still incredibly exciting to have him home.

No, Jay was not blatantly staring at Bobby as he peeled his shirt off and jumped in the water to join a half dozen other half-naked guys. He was subtly staring. He did have sunglasses on, after all. "Nice. Very nice. Ah approve of his return."

Terry laughed, "Not hard to look at all, that's for sure. He's a great guy. He's been like a big brother to me as long as we've been here. I've missed him since he left." She adjusted her sunglasses again, surveying the splashing males in the pool. Yes, it was a very good day indeed.

"Is this like one of those porno big brothers?" Jay teased. "Or do ya always blush when ya talk about family?"

Terry stuck her tongue out at him, "I can think he's cute without liking him like that. And he's not really my brother so it doesn't matter that I maybe had a tiny crush on him when I was a kid."

"So if ya don't like him like that, does that mean Ah can?" he asked, pulling a Sam and trying to sound charming and innocent even when his intentions are entirely lecherous.

No. Terry smiled instead of hissing at him, "Ye can do whatever ye like. I won't stop ye."

Jay chuckled and took a large scoop of his rapidly melting ice cream. "The accent is out in full force. Ah can hear it. Mean ya ain't too fond of that idea. Well, don't'cha worry your pretty little head none. Ah ain't gunnin' after him." Yet.

Terry spooned up some of her ice cream and considered lobbing it at his head but settled for sticking the spoon in her mouth and sucking on it until she could be sure that her New York accent was back in place. "I really don't care. I'm going to become a nun, remember? Terrible taste in men?"

Jay was in an unaturally good mood, he realized. Must be the sunlight. Or the orgasmic ice cream. Or the wet guys in bathing suits rough-housing with each other. Or a combination of the three. "Oh, right. Forgot about that. Well, Ah reckon that Bobby ain't such a bad choice, iffn ya did think of him that way." The song on the stereo ended, and the next track was that mysterious new song that Jubilee had fangirled over. "Dude, Ah love this song."

Terry gave him a look and twisted around on her chair so she was facing him instead of the distracting pool view, "You do? Do you know who is singing?" Because this was a little ridiculous the way that only a few people seemed to know who it was when it was so obvious, well to her at least.

"Damn well sounds like Alison," Jay said, looking back at Terry. Why did she ask that question so seriously? "But she didn't say nuthin' 'bout recordin' again. And it ain't really her style of music either."

Terry nodded, "I don't know when she did it and it's not her usual type of mixing, this is definitely a different producer but it's absolutely her. And no one else seems to get it!" She kept her voice down, because Alison hadn't told anyone and she didn't really want to be the one who gave away Alison's secret. Which is why she still hadn't told Clarice, despite her roommate's fascination with the song.

"Wow, you sure it's her? Damn." Jay whistled, surprised but impressed. "Gotta say that Ah like it more than anythin' else she's ever done. Ah like this edge she's got, y'know? She as an awesome singer ta begin with, don't get me wrong. But this song's got attitude. And why're ya speaking so soft?"

"Yes, I'm sure. There's this trick she does with her upper notes that is really distinctive and apparently no one else hears it so it's not someone copying it." Terry ate a bit more of her ice cream and glanced around to be sure no one else was nearby. "But she hasn't told anyone and no one else gets it but Jamie, Doug, Mr. Marko, you and me. So I don't want to ruin her surprise."

"Ooooh, Ah get it," Jay said, nodding and winking at Terry conspiratorially. He moved his fingers over his lips like he was zipping them shut. "So we've got a secret fan club for her now? Dang. She must be laughin' her ass off 'cuz she thinks no one's got it."

"Jamie said we should let her die of smug." Terry giggled and sat back in her chair again, resuming eating her now nearly souplike ice cream. "Which isn't a bad idea. I want to see how long she'll keep up the innocent act."

"Probably 'til someone decides ta spill the beans, knowin' her." Jay's ice cream was completely melted by now, so he put the bowl down on the ground and further relaxed in his chair, fixing his eyes on the swimmers again. One in particular. Forge seemed to have joined the group while Jay and Terry were talking.

Terry looked back at the pool as well, "I know he'd flip if I said so but your roommate looks bloody fine in swim shorts." She smiled, glancing at Jay for a confirmation of that sentiment. "Almost makes me wanna do naughty things," Jay said, although the teasing tone was missing from his voice. Oh the pain and woe of unrequited attraction.

Terry's eyes widened behind her sunglasses, "Does he know that?" Terry couldn't even begin to guess what Forge's reaction to that might be. He might be Jay's roommate but she didn't really know him all that well.

Shit. Jay's face was almost the same shade of red as his wings. "Um, yeah, he does, actually," he mumbled. "Learned that he's a good kisser. Or would be, if he tried."

Terry's mouth fell open but no sound came out. She looked back at the pool and Forge, who was swimming like it was a mission and not a leisure activity. He hadn't come over to say hello but she also hadn't heard that they'd fought. "So...what happened?" she asked, when her voice finally cooperated.

Jay sighed. "Few weeks ago, before he went with Jubes and Catseye on their trip, we were talkin' about stuff. And Ah told him that there's this guy Ah like but Ah was too skittish ta up and tell him. So Forge says that Ah just gotta be bold and tell him. So Ah kiss Forge. And he of course freaks and leaves. We talked again before he left and he told me that he ain't interested. He just ain't the lovin' type." His face fell as he recalled that conversation. Not just because Forge hadn't reciprocated, but also for the things that Forge said.

Terry shook her head, baffled by the idea of not being a loving person. Of course, she lived on her emotions. "So did he say he might change his mind one day or give you any hope?" She wanted Jay to be happy but the look on his face made her think that Forge had shut him down pretty completely.

"He said . . . he said that he couldn't think of a reason not ta fall for me, but he just can't. Not 'cuz of any choice on his part," he added hastily. He didn't want Terry thinking that Forge wasn't a good person just because he didn't want Jay. "S'just the way he is. An Ah accept that. Ah'm just . . . well, I'm seventeen, dangit. Of course Ah'm gonna mope about it. But Ah'm fine, really."

"Aye, I guess it would be like asking you to fall for me." Terry shrugged, "Just not in you. Are you two okay though? He's not giving you a hard time or anything is he?" She would cheerfully find a way to make Forge's life miserable if that was the case.

"Naw, of course not. We're still cool, no problems. Which sometimes makes it kinda harder, 'cuz it's like what Ah did and told him didn't have any impact on him. But then again, if they did, then we'd have a problem, 'cuz he'd be skittish around me." Jay grinned at Terry before turning his eyes back to Forge. "So you can see why Ah totally made an ass of mahself for him."

"Mmm," Terry agreed, tilting down her sunglasses to get a better look, "You do have good taste. He's a fine bit of stuff."

"Ah think that the monastery's gonna haveta wait a bit. Ah seem ta be gettin' better luck the more Ah try. Maybe the next fella will actually like me back," he said dryly, but still grinning.

"Oh sure, abandon me for the first pretty face that comes by. I see how I rate," she teased back, her eyes drifting from Forge to Bobby. She pushed her glasses back up. "You'll find someone soon, I know. You don't have terrible judgement like I do."

Jay's eyes shifted to Alex and Shiro, who were all but jumping all over each other, apparently trying to dunk the other under the water. "Don't sell yourself short, babe. We'll all end up with someone, if that's what we want. You'll find your prince in shining armor soon enough. Wielding a carton on Haagen Dazs and an ice cream scooper."

This time she did flick a spoonful of melted ice cream at him, "Hush, you. That's not going to happen. I'm not interested and even if I were, he isn't."

"Okay, that's just gross." Jay wiped off the ice cream soup from his cheek and picked up his own bowl. "That's an act of war there," he proclaimed, flinging a spoonful at Terry and quickly getting up from his seat before she could react. "Ha!"

Terry yelped, voice carefully controlled out of strict habit, and tumbled out of her chair in pursuit, "Coward! Stand and fight!" She flung another spoonful of ice cream at him and sprayed pale green on one of this red wings.

Jay gaped at Terry, but was barely able to contain his laughter. "You got ice cream on mah wing!" He put his bowl down and rushed over to wrap his arms tightly around her so he could drag her over to the pool. "Do ya got any idea how hard it is ta get ice cream outta feathers? You're gettin' a dunkin' for that one."

"Don't ye dare throw me in the pool, Jay!" Her bowl was still in her hand and so, even as she tried and failed to get away, she dumped in on his head, smearing it over his face. She grabbed onto him when it was obvious that she wasn't going to get away, "Ye can't throw me in without going in yerself."

Jay struggled to throw her in without having to go in himself, but she was right and it was a futile effort. Their shrieks were silenced as they plunged beneath the water. Jay let go of her and swam up, shaking his wet (and no longer ice-creamed) hair out of his face, laughing between breaths. Everyone was looking at them like they were mad, and that only made Jay laugh harder.

Terry laughed hysterically and tread water a few feet away. "Ye look like a drowned bird!"

"Ah'm a swan who just caught tonight's dinner underwater," Jay corrected her, forcing out the words as he laughed.

"Ye are no swan, though ye might be the ugly duckling." Terry splashed water at him then swam for the far side of the pool to get out. The fact that the path took her closest to the roughhousing boys meant nothing. That's just where the ladder was.

"The ugly duckling was a swan!" he called after her, pulling himself out of the pool. He spread his wings so he could inspect his feathers and growled. "Mah feathers have been chlorinated! They're gonna turn green now!"

"Christmas in July!" Terry called back cheerfully, climbing out on the other side. "Ye can ask Bobby for some snow to set the scene properly and we'll sing carols!" She twisted her ponytail to squeeze out the water.

"Ugh, Ah fuckin' hate the feelin' and smell of chlorine. Ah'm gonna head back inside and take a real shower, get all this shit you put on me off." Jay slipped on his sandals and picked up his bowl of ice cream, and while he was sorely tempted to dump it all on Terry in retribution, he was sure that he'd pay the price for it. "Catch ya later, Ter."

"Later, Jay!" She waved at him from the relative safety of the far side and waited until he'd left the pool to go back to her chair and get a towel.