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Feb 20, 2017 08:54AM
"No, no. Its completely alright. There is no need to apologize." When they came to a stop he turned and faced him. "I promise you its okay." He gave him a smile before turning back to the wheel when the light turned green.
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Bastille still felt somewhat guilty, but shook the feeling away. This was suppose to be a date and Bastille didn't want to feel guilty while he was on a date. He began humming the tune of 'Death of a bachelor' by Panic! At the Disco, it was his current favorite song and he loved the entirety of it all, it had a very nice beat and tempo to it.
(( I love P!@tD))Oliver was happy to know that Bastille was not going to apologize any more for it. Honestly their mother had pratically been a mother for himself too. That was until he had to stop coming over because of their. dad. "Here put this in." Oliver pulled out the 'Death of a Bachelor' Album and handed it to Bastille.
(( patd is my life ))Bastille stopped humming and looked at Oliver, he smiled lightly and took the case into his hands, " Thank god you have the album, I was actually going to hum the entire song," Bastille said as he took the CD out of the case and put the CD into the player.
"Yeah, a friend gave it to me awhile ago because she already owned it and then got it as a gift so she had two of them." After he had put it in he turned the volume up a little bit on it. "If you want you can the cd. Its been sitting in my car and dont usually listen to music while I drive. When i do i always have someone else in the car with me." He shrugged.
((Same here. I went to a concert this last summer and it was amazing))
Bastille nodded, " Cool," Bastille said and then leaned back a bit and listened as the CD began playing, he closed his eyes. (( I haven't gone to one yet ))
((They are a lot of fun))Oliver smiled and reached over to take Bastilles hand. It was quite in the car but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. If anything, it was the opposite. It didnt take Oliver very long to reach their destination. "Okay, we are here." He said to Bastille as he shut the car off.
Bastille smiled when he felt Oliver take hold of his hand, but didn't open his eyes. When they finally arrived, he opened his eyes and looked alone, " This is legit my favorite Italian place.
"I totally planned this." He said with a small laugh. "This place has the best reviews so i thought we would try it. Im really glad that you like this place." He got out and walked around, opening the door for him. This is how a date worked right? He has never actually been on a proper daye before. Yeah he has been on 'dates', where his boyfriend and him just went to like a fast food place or something. It wasnt a very good relationship.
Bastille smiled and got out once his door was opened, " Of course this place has the best views!" Bastille said with a laugh, " They make the best Italian food in the whole entire state," Bastille added.
"So in your 17 years of life you have eaten italian food at every restaurant in the state?" He teased as he shut his door after he got out. He took his hand and walked him him to door, holding it open for him and then following him inside. He waited in line to be seated.
Bastille chuckled but didn't answer Oliver, once inside the restaurant he took a very deep breath and sighed in content, he was about to turn and talk to Oliver when a man dressed in almost all grey came rushing over, " Is that mi little Bas?" the man said with a big smile. " Sì," Bastille said with a laugh. The man came over, he and Bastille exchanged kisses on the cheek, the man then hugged Bastille tightly, " Ah Bas, it's so nice to see you again, oh!" The man said seeing Oliver. " Is this your date?" The man asked, " Ciao, I'm Marìo the owner of the restaurant and Bastille's godfather," the man introduced, holding his hand out to Oliver.
You could definitely say Oliver was surprised. At first he thought the man just knew him because Bastille came here so often. Then when the man said he was his godfather everything clicked. No wonder Bastille said this place was the best. He was biased because he practically family with the owner. Then again he didnt doubt that this place was amazing. It just smelled amazing. Oliver took Marìo's hand and shook it. "It's very nice to meet you. Im Oliver." He told him with a smile.
Marìo smiled brightly, " Ah, a boy with manners," the man said with a chuckle, " Come! Come! You two will get the best seats in the house!" The man exclaimed as he led the boys into the dining area. Bastille turned to Oliver, " I'm not biased by the way, their food is actually the best in the state, also Marìo has been with the family for many years, our family is best friends with his," Bastille said before leading Oliver behind Marìo.
Oliver smiled and followed behind Bastille. As soon as they reached the table he waited for Bastille to sit before he sat down himself. "Thank you." He said to Mario before turning to Bastille, giving him a smile. Oliver wasn't use to be treated like this. Being given the best seat in the restaurant and stuff like that. He would have taken the worse seat as long as it meant he got to eat with Bastille.
Bastille smiled, Marìo grinned, " You know, the last boy Bastille brought here was so rude and had no manners at all, and when served the boy cussed out my waiters, treated me like scum and even tried hitting Bastille just for talking to me," Marìo said. Bastille blushed, " Marìo!" Bastille said, his head ducked in slight embarrassment, he was going to tell Oliver himself, but Marìo seemed to beat him to it.
Pliver furrowed his eye brows at what Mario had said. "He what?" He glanced at Bastille with a confused look. "I never really liked that guy either. Im glad you got rid of him. I could never do anything like that to anyone." He shook his head. He reached over the table to grab Bastilles hand.
Marìo raised an eyebrow at Bastille, " Bassie, he should know these things, I had every right to tell him what I said," Marìo said before walking over to Bastille's side of the table and kissed the boy on the top of his head. He then walked off leaving the two, " Every time I bring a boy here, he does this, he didn't do it to my friends, why does he only do it to my dates?" Bastille mumbled as he looked at Oliver's hand. " I mean I love that he wants to take on the role of a godfather, but it's getting a little annoying, I was going to tell you that myself and he just took it upon himself to tell you," Bastille said, he began to play around with Oliver's fingers.
Oliver smiled and watched the male. "Its alright. I promise. I trust that you were going to tell me. Plus i find it awesome that he just wanta to look out for you." Oliver never really had someone like, someone to watch out for him and make sure he is doing the right thing. Partly why he turned out the way he did., but he wouldnt change the way he was for the world.
((Sorry for the late teply, lost the thread and swamped in writing a shit ton of papers for my classes.))
Bastille smiled softly, " I love Marìo, but sometimes he should back off," Bastille said with a smile, " So anyways, the new job I got, apparently it's downtown, the new expensive pet shop that opened up, I don't know how my teacher got me that job, but I'm glad he did, this means I can earn enough money to get my own house when I graduate," Bastille said.
Oliver chuckled a little at that. "Really? Thats awesome." He brought Bastilles hand up and kissed the top of it. "And where do you plan on living?" Oliver was pretty sure that he would be living in the smae apartment for the next few years. At least until he grafuated and got a decent job. He definitly doesnt make enough at car shop. He could barely keep up with his rent as it was. As he thought of the remembered he had to ask Jake a question when he dropled Bastille off.
Bastille smiled and then thought about it for a moment, " Well Jake and I are going House hunting around my birthday, so I don't know yet, all I know is that I'm staying here," Bastille said, he smiled warmly at Oliver. " The day my dad almost lost us to that car crash, he cried for hours as they operated on Jake and I, mom said he wouldn't leave the hospital, said he didn't want to almost lose us again," Bastille said sadly, " I was afraid to go in another car for years, dad too, for those years of my life, my dad and I have never been closer, always walking everywhere together, always taking the bus, biking...we did anything to avoid cars, although Jake got over his fear after a week coming from the hospital," Bastille continued. He took a breather, then cleared his throat, " I came out to my parents when I turned twelve, they were more supportive then my friends parents were, they made sure I felt comfortable around the house, Jake's girlfriend was supportive too, and Jake's boyfriend later on, dad was overprotective of me after that, noticed the way I looked at you when I turned fifteen, began giving me advice on how to handle and control my feelings so that you'd never noticed, he wanted me to wait until I was eighteen or near eighteen," Bastille said, then he chuckled, " My dad will be happy that we're together or whatever," Bastille added.
(( forgot that I never answered your birthday question, but what month and year should it be in the roleplay? Because I'll have to determine his birthday that way ))
((We can just go with maybe todays date? Just to make it easier))
"Thats very good to hear. Im glad youll be staying in the are." Oliver had a soft smile on his lips as he listened to everything Bastille daid about the crash. He actually remembered that day. He had visted the two of them in the hospital a few times. He was only able to visit a few times because he didnt have a way there so he biked the few miles every saturday. He had panicked pretty badly when he heard his best friends family had gotten in to a horrible crash. "I remember thise days that you guys were in the hospital. Every daturday i would come and hang out with you guys, play games and wjat not to keep you company." He ran his thumb along the top of his hand. "Im glad you guys got better. I dont kniw what i would have done if i would have lost you guys." He then laughed a little. "You've liked me for that long and i never noticed. You must have been pretty good at giding it. At least from me." He gave him a grin. "I hope he is. I would never do anything to hurt you." It was true. Oliver may seem like a player but once he actually finds someone he likes, he would never do anything to hurt them in any way.
(( I can work with that...hmm, how about two weeks or a month from now? ))Bastille smiled warmly, " I'm not that good at hiding my feelings, wanna know why I "jokingly" flirted with you all the time while Jake was out doing god knows what?" Bastille asked as he brought Oliver's hand up to his lips and brushed his lips against the back of Oliver's hand.
Oliver faked surprise. "That was all real flirting? How could i have never noticed just how infatuated you are with me." He teased, dramatically. "I would say you could have told me but it probably would not have ended well, since you were so young. You still are just under legal age, ay least for just a couple more weeks." That another reason why he was worried about telling their dad. Oliver was a few years older then Bastille and Bastille was still under age.
Bastille smiled and lowered his head, he chuckled, " Guess I'm not as good as I thought, also I'm 17 years old, eighteen in two weeks, my dad knows that you'd never do anything with me before I'm eighteen, he's overprotective, not stupid," Bastille said as he saw a waiter coming over. " Ciao, I have been told to serve you tonight, I'm guessing the regular Mr. George?" The waiter asked with a smile on his face. Bastille looked up at the waiter and smiled, " Oh, uh yes, and I want you to get the same thing for my date, but add a little more meat to it," Bastille answered, the waiter nodded and wrote it down before disappearing.
The more Bastille and Jake tell him that yheir dad wont care, the less nervous he got about telling him, well more like asking him. "Thats good to hear." He gave him a smile. He turned his smile yowards the waitor though when he came over. He raised an eyebrow at the youngwr male when he ordered for him. He spoke once the waitor had left. "And what exactly did my date just order for me?" He didnt mind that he had ordered for him, he must be getting something good though.
Bastille smiled, " Hopefully something that won't kill you," Bastille teased before clearing his throat, " It's just spaghetti, chicken Parmesan and ground sausage all mixed together," Bastille replied. He was about to excuse himself to the bathroom, but his phone buzzed in his pocket and he groaned, " If its Jake, I'm going to murder the dumbass," Bastille muttered as he dug his phone out of his pocket and answered the phone. Bastille expected to hear Jake either crying or yelling, but what he didn't expect was Jake telling him that their parents were early and were currently at their house wondering where the hell Bastille was. Bastille told Jake to tell them he was at a friend's house doing some homework and he'd be there in an hour, after getting the okay from Jake, he ended the call and stuffed the phone back into his pocket, " My parents are at the house, they arrived early....crap....I'm screwed....not only that but you're also screwed," Bastille said.
"Sounds like it will be amazing." Oliver replied with a smile. He couldnt wait to try it. Oliver sat up when Bastille answered his phone. He gave him a confused look as he stayed quiet to let the male talk to whoever called him. He froze at what he said. "You're patents were coming over tonight? Wait, why am i screwed?" He asked confused. He didnt do anything wrong. He planned on talking to their dad tomorrow when they went bowling. He didnt have to tell him tonight. He was just going to drop Bastille off, kiss him a bit and head home. He was going to talk to jake but if his patents were that waant happening.
Bastille facepalmed, " No they weren't, at least not to my knowledge or Jake's, they came secretly in hopes to surprise us, but oh boy, once daddy finds out that his eldest son's best friend took out his baby boy....you can bet your ass that he'll be pissed, not because you took me out but because we didn't tell him," Bastille said before taking a deep breath. " Alright, let's not get all worked up, let's just enjoy a nice dinner, and then go home, I'll deal with my father afterwards if he tries to kill you...now you didn't tell Jake where you'd be right? Because if you did, then there's a good chance daddy is coming to kill you right now," Bastille said with a calm tone of voice.
"Calm? You expect me to be calm when I know that your father is going to be pissed about this?" Oliver was starting to have second thoughts about this. Maybe they should have waited until after Bastille turned eighteen. Its only two weeks, they could have waited and by then he would have had the courage to talk to their dad. Oliver ran a hand through his hair. "I mentioned to him that we were going to an italian restaurant in town but not exactly where to." Oliver was stressibg out now. What was suplose to be a fun and relaxing night had turned into a nightmare for himself. "Maybe we should go, take you home before anyone freaks out at me." He ran a hand over hus face and looked around the place.
Bastille sighed softly, he stood and walked over to the other side of the table, " Oliver, look at me," Bastille murmured as he moved Olivers chair and lowered himself down to sit on Oliver's lap. He didn't want Oliver to worry just because he was being an idiot about this, his father probably already figured everything out and was just waiting for them to come home like a normal parent. Bastille didn't doubt that his father already figured it out, with Jake's big mouth he probably pieced everything together before Jake even told them where Bastille "was". Bastille looked at Oliver, waiting for the older male to look at him.
Oliver was only panicing a little bit. Nothing to big he was just super nervous. He didnt want their dad freaking out on him again. When hw felt his chair move he gave Bastille a co fused look, looking at him when be said to. "What are you doing?" He could tell a few people were looking over at them but they looked away seconds later as if this was a completely natural situation.
Bastille didn't mind the stares, he was used to them, he smiled softly at Oliver, " I'm sitting on your lap, what do you think I'm doing?" Bastille asked, trying to soften the mood. " You're panicking a little bit, and you have no reason to be," Bastille said as he placed an arm around Oliver's neck, " Dad won't kill you and he won't hurt you, I promise," Bastille said.
Oliver chuckled quietly as he looked up at him. There was something about Baatille that was always able to relax him. Even when he didnt know he liked him. He just had that sort of vibe fo him. "Im not afraid of him hurting me. I can take that. Ive been in my faie share of fist fights." He gave him a smile. "Im more afraid of disappointing you. Im as great as you seem to believe I am." He reached uo and brushed Bastilles hair from his face.
Bastille sighed and smiled lightly, " No matter what you ever do Oliver, you will never disappoint me," Bastille assured, " Also you're not as great as you think I think you are," Bastille teased as he tangled his fingers into Oliver's hair. He didn't tug on it, he just played with the ends of it. Bastille saw Marìo standing near the kitchen, a smile on his old wrinkly face as he watched Bastille and Oliver, Bastille chuckled and shook his head before looking back at Oliver.
Oliver smiled and rolled his eyes. He leaned into the males hand. "What? You dont think im great?" He faked exasporation. He wrapped one of his arms around hid waist. "I dont know what it is about you, but you are great at keeping me calm." Oliver didnt pay anu attention to the older male that was looking at the two of them. He was too focused on the on that was sitting in his lap.
Bastille smiled softly and shook his head, " Of course I think you're great, everything about you screams great," Bastille said as his gaze turned soft. " Guess it's one of my fantastic hidden talents" Bastille said with a soft chuckle.
