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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Feb 7, 2009 21:57:55 GMT -5
It began with something like this;
"Draco, no, ohmyGod, not there - stop!"
Andrew was ignoring them and they'd checked the kids in the day spa again, so Draco and Eiji had been pretty much left to their own devices; the results were terrible. They began their descent elegantly; Draco selecting a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild smugly, and then they pretended they were doing better things than drinking before twelve. Eiji had ended up playing with the phone, and although his initial intention was to annoy the concierge, he had somehow ended up punching in Kellan's number. He thought it was a sign of fate, a purpose for the day, while Draco had declared it a retarded fluke and had started jumping on the dark haired boy. A strange conversation ensued, consisting of giggles on one end and reluctant, knowing sighs from the other, and the occasional oof and yell that couldn't be helped when someone got abused.
It was barely midday and Eiji honestly thought that it was the weekend, and so it ended with something like this;
"I'll send the car."
Which had translated to a slight scuffle of which car to send and whether Eiji should be allowed behind the wheel again. Andrew had chimed in then, saying he wouldn't fix Eiji's paint job if he died. With that reminder, the task of picking up Kellan had fallen to Rupert, their doorman who greatly resembled Bill Cosby and so tickled all their fancies. As for the car, none of theirs were appropriate, but Draco had helpfully located the keys to their previously unused Chrysler, and all the boys present had agreed that it was the right car to send, what with more than two doors and all. Eiji had thoughtfully tagged along, seat belt straining as he sat at the edge of his seat, peering out at the windscreen, loudly exclaiming every other traffic violation and why exactly couldn't the man go just sixty over the limit; it was okay, he'd done this before, no one was really in danger of instant death, maybe just a few minor roadside casualties.
The drive to the Academy was unfortunately longer than necessary, and he spent the remainder of the ride pouting petulantly in the back, refusing to respond to any of Rupert's attempts at conversation until the man mentioned the last game played of the season. Eiji had remembered that, and Tristan telling them it was a big deal in this country, and so all the boys plus five and the respective girlfriends, the one's who'd been willing, had promptly honored the event and gotten completely out of control that day. Rupert indulged the boy's stories until they pulled up right in front of the steps to the large front doors, and Eiji didn't waste a moment in jumping out, a subtle and secretive grin on his face, and looking exceptional as always.
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on Feb 9, 2009 22:20:09 GMT -5
“Do you know how unconventional you are?”
Those were the first words Kellan spoke to Eiji when he got out of the car. Unconventional. That was definitely the word to describe Eiji Almasy. Who else would insist on coming to pick her up with a driver even though she had assured him that she would be perfectly fine taking good old public transit to come see him? But no, he was just as stubborn as she was and wouldn’t even hear her protests.
Kellan had been sitting outside on the Academy’s front steps waiting for him to arrive. She was on her phone listening to her mother brag about Hailey’s latest art project or spelling test or something – Kellan tended to tune people out when they went on about her sister – but when she saw a car pull up with wheels she could probably see her reflection in, she quickly told Angelina that she had to go. She hung up the phone and slipped it into her jacket pocket. It was just Eiji, so she hadn’t felt the need to dress to impress. Unlike her favorite friend, she had the ability to show her face in public without looking fabulous.
Unconventional or not, she was still far more than happy to see Eiji. She loved how they could go weeks without seeing each other but once they reunited it was like they were never apart.
“Really Eiji,” she said to him, standing up and descending the staircase to meet him. “Even with the thirty-two vehicles that you probably own, you still need someone to drive you around?” She rolled her eyes, but the sarcastic gesture was followed with the most genuine of smiles that was sure to let her friend know just how much she had missed him.
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Feb 10, 2009 21:29:51 GMT -5
Eiji made a face at Kellan's first comment. The look was near dismissive, because he didn't tend to care about doing things the normal way, almost a little bashful, because he wasn't always a fan of flashy displays, and just plain immature, because he probably would have been intentionally cheeky knowing that what he was doing was the opposite of what she wanted. Despite all those different reasons, he met her at the foot of the stairs anyway, his expression already smoothed over, face devoid of glasses and any trace of expensive wine; green notoriously warm, lips pulled into a quirk that resembled a smile he dreadfully wanted to reveal. He was happy to see her.
"Well, short stack," he began, that grin forming and hoping he didn't get punched for the pet name, though he did refrain from ruffling her hair, "if I was in any state to get you myself, I would have."
Which was just a fanciful way of saying that, through no fault of anyone else's, he was somewhat a little buggered. He wouldn't say drunk, certainly, because as terrible as it was, it took a lot more than classy French wine to knock him out.
"Draco wasn't in any condition to drive," and Eiji tactfully left out how the blond had pulled out* furiously after them, taking a left to their right and then God knows what else.
"And our blasphemously handsome, sodding wank of a roommate, Andrew, wouldn't drive, so that left me with Rupert," he gestured to the aging man, who had gotten out of the car and was leaning patiently against the hood, still in his doorman uniform.
"And Kellan," he said again, in a tone that was far too affluent to be of any good, "I couldn't possibly let you take pubic transit. You could get pregnant sitting on their seats."
He shook his head insufferably and stepped to move his arm around her shoulders, head ducked conspiratorially.
"Also, it's actually thirty-three. I own some government cars as well."
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on Feb 24, 2009 23:01:42 GMT -5
“Eiji, I bet there’s a picture of you in the dictionary right next to the word ‘ridiculous’,” was Kellan’s response. It was such a childish comment to make, but Kellan was perhaps more unguarded around Eiji than any of her other friends, so it didn’t matter if she acted like a ten-year-old around him.
She almost, allllmost made some comment like ‘Well at least if I got pregnant Angela wouldn’t have to go through it alone,’ but luckily she realized what she was about to say right before the words could spill out of her mouth. Thankfully Kellan didn’t reveal her best friend’s biggest secret, and everything was just fine.
“Forget the cars. I’m pretty sure you own the entire government,” she told Eiji sarcastically. Kellan poked him in the side before she shrugged his arm off her shoulders as if she couldn’t associate with someone as unconventionaland ridiculous as Eiji, though it was common knowledge that she’d rather spend time with him than most people that she knew.
“So what’s the plan?” she asked him, assuming that he had some sort of plans for the day. After all, he had dragged her away from her classes (willingly, she’d admit), so Kellan figured that he was either up to something or just really really bored.
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Mar 1, 2009 0:00:29 GMT -5
He made another face of displeasure at her taunting, and honestly thought about threatening her with tickling or a noogie if she didn't stop teasing him. There was a shine to his gaze though, that suggested he wasn't all that particularly upset, instead, he looked careful if nothing else, like he was trying hard not to appear like he was enjoying the exchange.
"Don't be ridiculous," he told her, "I don't own the entire government."
His tone was just as sarcastic, if a bit pompous, but Kellan would know better than anybody that there was more to him than supposed conceitedness and outrageously political ambitions; as if he would even want to own any part of any government.
Eiji followed behind her at a slower pace, hands inside his pockets. He hated to disappoint her, or at least loved pretending to before astounding her with his grandness, but for today, everything would have to be done the good, old normal way, unless she was willing to go to all the trouble of catering to his current whim; which was actually skiing, but he doubted she would want to go to the Alps for the day.
"It's actually up to you," he said to her, because Eiji had that terrible habit of giving other people a choice but always inserting his own opinion into things as well, "but I figure," as he always did, "that maybe we could go home and you could help me bake a cake, and in the process we could uncover each others deepest, darkest, ugliest moments. And maybe you could watch Ellen with me or something."
He paused, though he wasn't babbling, honestly just talking like an idiot with too much time on his hands, and peered at her from the side, the beginnings of his smile intentionally hopeful, and boyish.
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on Mar 6, 2009 13:26:38 GMT -5
Kellan had to laugh at his suggestion, not because it was far fetched, but because it brought the mental picture of Eiji and herself standing in a kitchen wearing bright red aprons and chef hats, making a mess and trying their best not to destroy the kitchen.
“I’ve never successfully baked anything in my life,” she informed him. “One time last year Angela and I ate an entire tube of cookie dough, and that’s where my culinary skills end. But I would love to watch you try to create some kind of triple layer chocolate mousse tower. I think that might be more entertaining than Ellen.”
Honestly, Kellan really didn’t care what Eiji had, or didn’t have, up his sleeve. She really just wanted to spend time with him because it seemed like the gaps between visits to each other were growing wider and wider. If she had to put the blame on anyone, it would clearly be their parents – hers for having a child a year after his parents, or his for having one a year too soon. It made no sense at all, but it worked for Kellan, so that was all that mattered.
“But I’m up for it. Let’s go,” she grinned, practically skipping toward the car. She delivered Rupert a cheery greeting, which was followed by a comment about how the old man shouldn’t listen to a single word that Eiji said to him because the boy was never up to any good.
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Mar 30, 2009 4:43:58 GMT -5
"Kellan," he said, tone exact and expression frank, as if she'd said something to upset him, "Ellen is the only lesbian I can stand;" which was apparently meant to mean something.
"I'm going to give that she's more entertaining than me, but only by a little bit. But if you would rather watch me, then I wouldn't say no."
His grin was wide, triumphant and conceited because he'd gotten what he'd wanted, which was Kellan's agreement to bake with him, and because he was always more than a little full of himself; Kellan, being one of his most favorite people on the planet, wanting to spend time with him didn't help matters.
Eiji continued his pompousness by scoffing at her comment and then winking at Rupert over her head, as if sharing a secret. He could have been though, because while it wasn't blatant, it was known on a hunch that Rupert was his favorite employee, and he was the old man's favorite tenant.
"Don't listen to her," he said in reply, opening the back door closest to him, "she's crazy."
He looked at Kellan then, as if he hadn't said anything, the expression on his face guileless.
"Okay, after you."
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on Apr 6, 2009 22:40:48 GMT -5
It was ridiculous how well the two of them got along. They were constantly poking fun at each other, using stupid nicknames, pretending they didn’t enjoy each other’s company, and acting like they were ten years old again. If someone didn’t know any better, they would probably think that Kellan and Eiji were siblings whose only goals in life were to annoy the hell out of each other.
She shot Eiji a look that couldn’t be anything but disapproval when he, wrongfully of course, told his doorman/driver/whatever Eiji wanted him to be for the day that she was crazy. She rolled her eyes at the boy before the smile showed up. Like he could honestly offend her…
“So when are you going to teach me how to drive one of your thirty-two, sorry, thirty-three cars?” she asked him as she slid into the back seat of the Chrysler. Kellan’s own brother had refused to let her drive his car because, as he put it, if she was too uncoordinated to ride a bike then why would he put her behind the wheel of a 2,500 pound Civic?
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Apr 11, 2009 10:05:36 GMT -5
Eiji's internal monologue consisted of being amazed with how easy it was for him to forget his real age whenever he was around Kellan. Even so, he still tried his very best to not bounce on the seats in excitement, when he sat next to her in the car. It occurred to him that if they didn't already have best friends, and the multitude of people they'd met before each other, they could have been something like instantaneous BFFs. Instead of being put off, he settled on being extremely pleased with the fact that they were pretty damn good together, even with their Angela's and Kaylen's.
"Hmm," he murmured in thought, to himself but Kellan would probably think he was considering her question, or pretending to anyway. The girl had inadvertently given him an idea.
"Whenever you want, Kel, you know that," he answered, seamless as if there hadn't been a break between what she said and his response. Now that she'd brought it up, it was probably a great idea that Rupert was driving, to set the right impression on Kellan, since he wasn't exactly a model driver. While he wouldn't ever, ever put her in any danger, he, like any one of his friend's who owned fast cars, had an aversion to speed limits and residential zones. It probably wouldn't have been wise to let her think that he thought it was okay to think that it was okay for him to drive however he wanted, wherever he wanted.
"Wait, you have a permit, right?" he asked, glancing at her in his first serious moment, even though he would most likely not care if she didn't have one. He shrugged, displaying just how important he thought permits were. If Kellan had any sense at all, she would decide she wasn't that keen on having Eiji teach her how to operate a moving car, but then, he would probably insist on it.
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on Apr 18, 2009 22:09:47 GMT -5
“Well, technically no,” she admitted, though there was nothing technical about it. It was a flat out ‘no’. “But I was reading online that in most states in the U.S. you don’t even need a permit if you wait until you’re eighteen to get your license and my birthday is soon so I figured I could just bypass that whole permit mess, you know?”
That was perhaps the only think Kellan was looking forward to about her eighteenth birthday. She loved other people’s birthdays but didn’t care much for her own, especially this year. The whole idea of turning eighteen, of being legal, of being an adult, really creeped her out. She liked being a kid. Being an adult meant making important decisions and being responsible and all that other stuff that she didn’t think she was old enough to have to face. Her plan for this year’s birthday was to keep her mouth shut and not remind anyone that she had come in to the world on that particular day eighteen years ago.
“So what’s this deepest, darkest, ugliest moment that you’re planning on revealing to me?” she asked Eiji, nudging him with her elbow. She had to smirk because her question reminded her of how, in the beginning of their friendship, their conversations always turned into these deep, serious ones that always left them with something to think about. God, how things had changed…
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on Apr 20, 2009 8:45:53 GMT -5
He had never been a big fan of technicalities, although like everyone else, he supposed they were all right if they were going in his favor. He supposed Kellan had a point though, and even if she didn't, he was just too sweet on her to be a stickler based on something he honestly didn't care about anyway. Still, it wasn't in him to not be a little difficult.
"Most states? That include Washington by any chance?"
Eiji gave her a stern look, or a mock stern look anyway; he couldn't really look so severe around this girl. When he could no longer pretend to be the mature one of the two, so after less than even a second, his expression broke out into a crooked grin.
"That's okay. I'll just take you to the nearest state that does, anyway. Or you could come with us to Miami whenever we go. Andrew's been bitching about his boat forever."
His promises were careless but unquestionable. He was at a place in his life right now, where he was incredibly learned. It was hard to explain but easy to understand; he didn't have many friends like Kellan, or even unlike her, and so he took it upon himself to pay her back for everything she meant to him. That, and he just wanted to, and also maybe because he simply could.
"What. You're so random," he said to her, bemused by the change in conversation.
"Is this a hint? You sound like you know something already," he teased, nudging her back, which was all he could really say about how inquisitive she was and how she reminded him of a kid sometimes, and how much of a freak she could be, really, and how he could never guess that she was always the one to bring on the morbidness. Friends, he supposed, that quirk still in place, and he wouldn't want it any different.
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on May 9, 2009 22:01:54 GMT -5
“Uh, well I don’t really know if Washington’s on that list or not but it doesn’t really matter because like I just told you, I’m convinced you own the government,” she answered casually. “You’ve probably got like half the state’s police force on your payroll like in those mob movies. If I get caught without a license, I’ll just give them some secret code word or something and everything will be fine. You’re like my own get-out-of-jail-free card.”
God, and she called him ridiculous.
While the thought of cruising the Atlantic off the coast of the Sunshine State may have been appealing to pretty much any living, breathing human on the planet, Kellan scrunched her nose and shook her head at Eiji’s suggestion.
“No thanks,” she declined. “Here’s a secret for you. I’m scared of the ocean. Big lakes, too. They’re just so huge and dark and creepy and… big.” It was a fear that she had carried with her since she was a little girl. Kellan was a brave girl who was up for pretty much any adventure, but if it involved large bodies of water you could count her out.
“I fell out of a boat while we were fishing one summer when I was four,” Kellan explained. “I didn’t know how to swim. It was so long ago, but I remember it perfectly. It felt like I was kicking around in that water forever, even though my dad says that it wasn’t that long.”
Kellan shrugged as if one of the most traumatizing events of her childhood and sole source of her biggest fear wasn’t a big deal.
“There’s a deep, dark, ugly moment, which you brought up, by the way,” she said as if she was accusing him of something. “I’m not hinting at anything. I figured you were since you brought it up. Is there something you’d like to tell me, because if you were planning on telling me that you and Draco are going to run off and get married, well I’m okay with that.”
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on May 10, 2009 21:38:14 GMT -5
"Kel, I'm like Interpol," he bragged, grinning like an idiot because he knew he could only be this way around Kellan; no one else really matched him in his level of childish behavior like she did. Oh, he had a lot of friends who were idiots, and who would be idiots with him, but they were more of the male variety and so almost always caused undue amounts of a different kind of unnecessary trouble, sometimes the illegal kind. He couldn't really explain it; Kellan was just fun like that.
"And anyway, that's only if I tell you the secret code," he said to her, trying to sound imposing and failing, if simply for the fact that they both knew if she ever got arrested or got her chances of acquiring a license suspended, he would probably call his lawyer-ambassador-most-ineligible father to come into the country, with the sole purpose of surreptitiously granting her license.
"...but you like pools, right?"
He was already thinking of a way to talk the others into building a large enough pool at any one of their houses, and then weighing his chances of getting Andrew to agree to sit his boat there, and in the likelihood that he wouldn't; go shopping for a boat with him. He didn't want his friend to miss out on anything, and then thinking about it, he realized he should probably have Kenneth on his side too.
"That sucks, Kel," Eiji said, morose for a moment with nothing else to say, except, "it really sucks. I wish I could do something.."
He waved off her reminder, pretending like he'd known all along in the first place even if he had forgotten his own suggestion.
"Yeah, yeah -- what? You know, what is it with everybody making fun of Draco and I," he began, looking all too affronted by something that wasn't meant to be true, and still grammatically correct in the midst of it, "we're not gay! I'm not gay, I mean, I like girls! I have a girlfriend!  "
His spiel would have been impressive, if it weren't for the pout at the end, making him look more sulky than angry.
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on May 18, 2009 19:01:10 GMT -5
“Of course I like pools. There’s no gross, evil, disgusting sea creatures lurking at the bottom, ready to attack me,” Kellan answered. She could see the gears turning in Eiji’s head, and she didn’t even want to begin to imagine what kind of scheme the boy was thinking up.
Kellan absolutely cracked up at Eiji’s protests of heterosexuality. Obviously she wasn’t the first – and definitely wouldn’t be the last – to tease him about him and his housemate
“I know, I know, I’m just kidding,” she assured, reaching over to mess up his perfect hair because she knew he’d hate it. “You just make it so easy sometimes. You take longer to get ready in the morning than I do and you have twice as many clothes as I do. Both of you. But don’t worry, Eiji. I still like you anyway.”
She nudged him with her elbow just to make sure that he knew that she was kidding, though it was probably a safe bet that he already knew.
“And speaking of girlfriends, how is Elliot, by the way?” she asked, truly curious about the other blonde girl, not just to be nice. Kellan had actually been thinking about Elliot Davis lately. She would ask herself why they weren’t really friends. After all, she was dating one of Kellan’s greatest friends, so it only made sense that they should be friends as well, yet they weren’t They were friendly acquaintances as best, but that was it. Then Kellan would remember why – because she was scared of Elliot. She was physical perfection, and what girl wouldn’t be intimidated by that?
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Post by Eiji Almasy. on May 21, 2009 2:52:47 GMT -5
"Whatever," he grumbled, arms crossed until she messed up his hair, where he then made a sound of protest and proceeded to bitch about it under his breath, hands rushing to place each strand back in place.
"Is it because we live together?" he asked, trying to look up into his hair, half distracted and the pretense of being upset already dropped.
"Because no one ever says anything about Andrew. He's so gay, like, he actually out-gays Draco; and Draco is ultimate gay." He snickered, like he'd gotten one up on the Scot, even though the other was probably on the other side of the city, and so blatantly more heterosexual than either he or Draco.
"Okay, I think that's enough yuck talk," he said, paying attention once more, now that he'd fixed his look although he really didn't look that much different; "and anyway, I really don't want to have to bring up what Kenneth gets up to when he hangs out with us."
Technically, he wasn't allowed to. After the last time one of them got arrested for alleged sexual solicitation, which had been the result of a rather unfortunate affair involving their well known Russian brothel and cross-dressing, they had all agreed to keep their Game Nights and other drunken events secret. Partly because whatever they got up to was usually going against what each of their girlfriends allowed, but mostly because it was always utterly humiliating. Eiji though, like the others except for maybe Tristan, had no problems whatsoever with divulging anything to Kellan or anyone else who wanted to know.
He moved against his seat belt until he was somewhat on his side, and could look at her properly.
"You could always ask her yourself, you know," he pointed out, teasing but there was a hint of nervous fear; fear, like how he got when he mentioned the girl to his Father about a year ago, like how he was before he introduced her to his Mother, his whole Family, because as much as he didn't want to care, and as much as nothing would ever matter as much as she did, he still found himself wanting their approval.
"But she's great. She practically lives with us; she's having the time of her life," he said in reply, dutiful till the end, and then, because he needed to know, "you like her, right?"
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