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xp_logsForge and Paige's little picnic didn't go totally unnoticed. Kyle's super-nose makes him, pun intended, pretty nosy. Forge has to admit that Jay kissed him, and Kyle points out that Forge sucks and is a dork. They discuss how Paige is -totally- hot. Totally.
Kyle hadn't noticed he was avoiding Forge until a few hours after he started avoiding Forge. It was like finding a bug bite after it had gotten all red and itchy, rather than when the bug actually bit you. It took another couple of hours to figure out why he was avoiding Forge, and then the rest of the evening to figure out how to say something about it.
Except that he didn't have an answer to that, and he really needed to stop avoiding his own room, because eventually he needed to sleep, and sleeping in trees gave him ant bites.
For a few seconds, he lurked outside the door to the suite, leaning up against the wall and pretending to investigate his toes. If anyone had asked, he fully planned to claim that he thought he'd stepped on something and didn't want it in his claws. Thankfully, no one asked.
But hesitating just made Kyle irritated with himself, and he thought, really, what was Forge going to do. At worst, Kyle would take the brunt of some mad science robot squid's abuse, and he could handle that.
It couldn't be called barging in if it was your own room, but had it been anyone else's, that's exactly what it would've been. Kyle came in without pause, flopping heavily on his bed, limbs askew. "Okay, dude, its been bugging me all damn day, and I figure I get to know because I'm your roommate, what's up with you and smelling like Paige?"
Forge jerked his head up at Kyle's intrusion, his hand slipping off the coil of wire he was winding, watching it unravel into a tangled mess. He would have let loose a string of curses, but right now his mouth and brain both seemed to be locked into neutral. Trying absently to fumble with the mess, he settled for shoving it into a drawer and trying to act casual.
"Wha... what do... um... Paige? Oh, her, right. My lab partner. Yeah. Smell like her? I do? I mean... um... I do?"
"No, I said that just to make you tie knots into wires so I could laugh at you." Kyle answered. "And yeah, you -do-. And not in the been in the lab way. More like the been in her lap way, so what's up, because dude, I don't wanna have to clean up any blood when Jay murders you." Kyle wasn't actually sure if Jay would murder Forge or not, but it seemed like a good threat to get more than stuttering out of his roommate.
"Lap? Well, yes, but no and... wait, that's different? But it's not what you... I mean..." Forge stuttered aimlessly, waving his hands frantically before stopping and beating his head against his desk. "I mean, there was hugging, and I know laps were involved at one point but there wasn't any more than that, I swear." Try as he might, Forge was unable to keep the goofy grin from his face, up until he processed the other part of Kyle's statement, and he paled. "Oh my god, Jay. Gah, this is... this is way too complicated, and I'm not even doing anything!"
"You suck." Kyle announced. "You totally suck." He waited, to let Forge think about that for a while.
"First off, lab partner smells are like, metal and crap, and hugging Paige smells mean you smell like Paige and not like whatever mad science you two do down there." He sat up and crossed his arms. "Dude, seriously, you totally suck. Of all the people for you to be all like, oh my God for, it's the girl with two boyfriends already."
"I am not all 'oh my God' for her, jackass," Forge replied. "And technically she broke up with them before she went to Harvard, I think. Which means she's single, not that it matters because I couldn't... I mean, it'd be a totally stupid out-of-my-league bad idea, right? And Jay would be all hurt and I'd have way too much explaining to do and you know, it wouldn't really take away from work because she's down in the lab most of the time already, which would be really convenient, and..." he shook his head, then grumbled and kicked his trash can. "Pointless. Not likely to happen, so it's just a stupid 'thing', you know? Nothing that Jay - or anyone has to know about, right?"
Kyle was going to agree with Forge. Totally. Because Paige was older and hot, and Forge was well, not either of those, in Kyle's opinion. But the fact that Paige had broken up with Angelo and Jono, which confused Kyle, because he'd thought that would've been ugly, changed his mind. "Dude, if she's single, totally go for it. Jay'd get over the whole Dating His Sister thing, I mean, he didn't try to kill Angelo or Jono, and dude, I'd worry more about Sam, he's the older brother. Little brothers don't get, like, beat you up for dating their sister rights."
Forge frowned, kicking the trash can again. "Like it's that easy. You know how hard it is for me to just TALK to her about anything besides work without going into complete Super-Dork mode? And then she goes and does all this really nice stuff, and things are really cool, but... I don't know. You're right, she's awesome, and smart, and ... and her legs are really soft-" Forge blushed at that particular discovery he'd made having to reach across Paige for a plate of cookies during his birthday picnic. Shaking his head to try and gather himself, he dropped his face into his folded arms, groaning in frustration.
"And it's not that I worry about Jay beating me up out of over-protectiveness - it's... well, it's complicated. I don't know what to do. I don't have the first goddamn clue."
"Dude, don't kill the trash can." Kyle muttered. "And I really don't wanna know about Paige's legs, okay?" Because he'd have to think about it, and that was distracting. "And I am totally confused now. First, you're worried about Jay beating you up, and then you're not worried about Jay beating you up, so which is it?"
"IF I were to try anything - which isn't saying that I am, or that I'd have a chance, or that it'd be anything but a complete disaster," Forge explained, "Jay, well... he'd be hurt. I tried to explain things to him, but this... this kind of goes right in the face of everything I said and he'd be pretty justified in being pissed, especially since, you know, his sister."
"Huh what huh?" Kyle stared at Forge. "Wait, I'm stuck on the part where Jay would be hurt? Explained what? What did you say?" Why was his roommate such a dork, Kyle wondered. "You're not making any sense, man, and I'm totally confused."
With a sigh, Forge leaned on his knees, interlacing his fingers and staring at the floor. "You've got to promise me you're not going to freak out or go tell anyone, okay?"
"Sure." Kyle said, almost immediately. "No freaking, no telling. I mean, for one, that'd shitty, and for two, you'd invent a death ray and make me dead, and being dead would totally suck."
Steeling himself, Forge tried to look anywhere but at Kyle. "A while back, um... Jay kinda told me he had... feelings for me and," he brushed his hair back embarrassedly. "He kissed me."
"Dude, your first kiss was a -guy-?" Kyle tried not to snicker. "Maaan, I missed out on a ton of ... " He paused and barked out a short laugh. "I did peg it! Jay was all like, totally avoiding you, I mean, more than he avoids people in general, and I thought he'd done something and dude, I was right!"
Then he remembered that this was supposed to be not making fun of Forge. "Oh. And yeah, I guess that might make him a little upset if you were like "Dude, no, I'm not into you." and then like, "Dude, I'm totally into your sister." He crossed his arms and frowned. "We have to fix this. Man, if Jay wasn't into guys, I'd say we just need to get him a girlfriend."
Forge nodded, tilting his chair back until he tumbled out onto his bed. "And the thing is? I don't know if this is a 'wow, I like her because she's pretty and smart and nice to me and likes the things I do', or if it's just some ... I don't know, something. This may come as a shock, but I'm totally new to this."
"No shit, really?" Kyle did sarcasm well. "Dude, if you want advice, you're asking the wrong guy. You should like, talk to someone with actual experience with girls. Ramsey or Jamie or something." He shrugged, balling up a dirty tank top to throw at Forge. "You've got one thing right, Paige is totally hot. Man, if the smart girls had been this hot at my old school... well, I wouldn't have had dates then either but at least math would've sucked less."
Forge ducked the tank top and gave Kyle the coldest look he could. "Definitely not those two," he grumbled, then put a hand to his chin in contemplation. "Although you may have something there. Hmm. And... yeah, she is, isn't she?" Yep, there was the goofy grin again. "I mean, I'd never be the type to turn down the A/C in the lab just to get someone to unbutton their shirt a bit... if it weren't so damn effective," he confessed with an unabashed grin, followed by a shrug. "What? I'm allowed to be a guy at times."
Kyle hadn't noticed he was avoiding Forge until a few hours after he started avoiding Forge. It was like finding a bug bite after it had gotten all red and itchy, rather than when the bug actually bit you. It took another couple of hours to figure out why he was avoiding Forge, and then the rest of the evening to figure out how to say something about it.
Except that he didn't have an answer to that, and he really needed to stop avoiding his own room, because eventually he needed to sleep, and sleeping in trees gave him ant bites.
For a few seconds, he lurked outside the door to the suite, leaning up against the wall and pretending to investigate his toes. If anyone had asked, he fully planned to claim that he thought he'd stepped on something and didn't want it in his claws. Thankfully, no one asked.
But hesitating just made Kyle irritated with himself, and he thought, really, what was Forge going to do. At worst, Kyle would take the brunt of some mad science robot squid's abuse, and he could handle that.
It couldn't be called barging in if it was your own room, but had it been anyone else's, that's exactly what it would've been. Kyle came in without pause, flopping heavily on his bed, limbs askew. "Okay, dude, its been bugging me all damn day, and I figure I get to know because I'm your roommate, what's up with you and smelling like Paige?"
Forge jerked his head up at Kyle's intrusion, his hand slipping off the coil of wire he was winding, watching it unravel into a tangled mess. He would have let loose a string of curses, but right now his mouth and brain both seemed to be locked into neutral. Trying absently to fumble with the mess, he settled for shoving it into a drawer and trying to act casual.
"Wha... what do... um... Paige? Oh, her, right. My lab partner. Yeah. Smell like her? I do? I mean... um... I do?"
"No, I said that just to make you tie knots into wires so I could laugh at you." Kyle answered. "And yeah, you -do-. And not in the been in the lab way. More like the been in her lap way, so what's up, because dude, I don't wanna have to clean up any blood when Jay murders you." Kyle wasn't actually sure if Jay would murder Forge or not, but it seemed like a good threat to get more than stuttering out of his roommate.
"Lap? Well, yes, but no and... wait, that's different? But it's not what you... I mean..." Forge stuttered aimlessly, waving his hands frantically before stopping and beating his head against his desk. "I mean, there was hugging, and I know laps were involved at one point but there wasn't any more than that, I swear." Try as he might, Forge was unable to keep the goofy grin from his face, up until he processed the other part of Kyle's statement, and he paled. "Oh my god, Jay. Gah, this is... this is way too complicated, and I'm not even doing anything!"
"You suck." Kyle announced. "You totally suck." He waited, to let Forge think about that for a while.
"First off, lab partner smells are like, metal and crap, and hugging Paige smells mean you smell like Paige and not like whatever mad science you two do down there." He sat up and crossed his arms. "Dude, seriously, you totally suck. Of all the people for you to be all like, oh my God for, it's the girl with two boyfriends already."
"I am not all 'oh my God' for her, jackass," Forge replied. "And technically she broke up with them before she went to Harvard, I think. Which means she's single, not that it matters because I couldn't... I mean, it'd be a totally stupid out-of-my-league bad idea, right? And Jay would be all hurt and I'd have way too much explaining to do and you know, it wouldn't really take away from work because she's down in the lab most of the time already, which would be really convenient, and..." he shook his head, then grumbled and kicked his trash can. "Pointless. Not likely to happen, so it's just a stupid 'thing', you know? Nothing that Jay - or anyone has to know about, right?"
Kyle was going to agree with Forge. Totally. Because Paige was older and hot, and Forge was well, not either of those, in Kyle's opinion. But the fact that Paige had broken up with Angelo and Jono, which confused Kyle, because he'd thought that would've been ugly, changed his mind. "Dude, if she's single, totally go for it. Jay'd get over the whole Dating His Sister thing, I mean, he didn't try to kill Angelo or Jono, and dude, I'd worry more about Sam, he's the older brother. Little brothers don't get, like, beat you up for dating their sister rights."
Forge frowned, kicking the trash can again. "Like it's that easy. You know how hard it is for me to just TALK to her about anything besides work without going into complete Super-Dork mode? And then she goes and does all this really nice stuff, and things are really cool, but... I don't know. You're right, she's awesome, and smart, and ... and her legs are really soft-" Forge blushed at that particular discovery he'd made having to reach across Paige for a plate of cookies during his birthday picnic. Shaking his head to try and gather himself, he dropped his face into his folded arms, groaning in frustration.
"And it's not that I worry about Jay beating me up out of over-protectiveness - it's... well, it's complicated. I don't know what to do. I don't have the first goddamn clue."
"Dude, don't kill the trash can." Kyle muttered. "And I really don't wanna know about Paige's legs, okay?" Because he'd have to think about it, and that was distracting. "And I am totally confused now. First, you're worried about Jay beating you up, and then you're not worried about Jay beating you up, so which is it?"
"IF I were to try anything - which isn't saying that I am, or that I'd have a chance, or that it'd be anything but a complete disaster," Forge explained, "Jay, well... he'd be hurt. I tried to explain things to him, but this... this kind of goes right in the face of everything I said and he'd be pretty justified in being pissed, especially since, you know, his sister."
"Huh what huh?" Kyle stared at Forge. "Wait, I'm stuck on the part where Jay would be hurt? Explained what? What did you say?" Why was his roommate such a dork, Kyle wondered. "You're not making any sense, man, and I'm totally confused."
With a sigh, Forge leaned on his knees, interlacing his fingers and staring at the floor. "You've got to promise me you're not going to freak out or go tell anyone, okay?"
"Sure." Kyle said, almost immediately. "No freaking, no telling. I mean, for one, that'd shitty, and for two, you'd invent a death ray and make me dead, and being dead would totally suck."
Steeling himself, Forge tried to look anywhere but at Kyle. "A while back, um... Jay kinda told me he had... feelings for me and," he brushed his hair back embarrassedly. "He kissed me."
"Dude, your first kiss was a -guy-?" Kyle tried not to snicker. "Maaan, I missed out on a ton of ... " He paused and barked out a short laugh. "I did peg it! Jay was all like, totally avoiding you, I mean, more than he avoids people in general, and I thought he'd done something and dude, I was right!"
Then he remembered that this was supposed to be not making fun of Forge. "Oh. And yeah, I guess that might make him a little upset if you were like "Dude, no, I'm not into you." and then like, "Dude, I'm totally into your sister." He crossed his arms and frowned. "We have to fix this. Man, if Jay wasn't into guys, I'd say we just need to get him a girlfriend."
Forge nodded, tilting his chair back until he tumbled out onto his bed. "And the thing is? I don't know if this is a 'wow, I like her because she's pretty and smart and nice to me and likes the things I do', or if it's just some ... I don't know, something. This may come as a shock, but I'm totally new to this."
"No shit, really?" Kyle did sarcasm well. "Dude, if you want advice, you're asking the wrong guy. You should like, talk to someone with actual experience with girls. Ramsey or Jamie or something." He shrugged, balling up a dirty tank top to throw at Forge. "You've got one thing right, Paige is totally hot. Man, if the smart girls had been this hot at my old school... well, I wouldn't have had dates then either but at least math would've sucked less."
Forge ducked the tank top and gave Kyle the coldest look he could. "Definitely not those two," he grumbled, then put a hand to his chin in contemplation. "Although you may have something there. Hmm. And... yeah, she is, isn't she?" Yep, there was the goofy grin again. "I mean, I'd never be the type to turn down the A/C in the lab just to get someone to unbutton their shirt a bit... if it weren't so damn effective," he confessed with an unabashed grin, followed by a shrug. "What? I'm allowed to be a guy at times."
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Date: 2005-08-12 07:39 pm (UTC)And my Kyle love! just exploded all over the place again. I demand more Kyle. Loooots and lots of Kyle. Mm.
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