A/N: Do I even need words?
[Jameson]
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Help
/hɛlp/ verb.
Make it easier or possible for (someone) to do something by offering them one's services or resources.
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Wait. Look down. Now up. Scan the room slowly... Avoid eye contact Jameson, just don't look at anyone until Owen comes back...
Disciplining myself to not look at other people is hard, everyone seems to be so friendly here it makes my skin crawl. Not that I don't appreciate the gesture of conversing with people, it's just that I'm not used to others talking to me like a friend.
A couple taps come from over my shoulder and I turn around, then look down at a pair of eyes that make me flinch away slightly. So much purple condensed into a person's face, there must be something weird with his genetic coding, or something very right. "Hello!" Skylar asks with a bright smile.
He's a very radiant person, so much so that I can't stand to be in close proximity of him without the fear of my eyeballs burning to a crisp. "Hey Skylar, how are you doing?" I chuckle awkwardly, giving my best effort to not look away.
"I'm great! Aaron just texted me to say that he's going to be here in 5 minutes and told you that he's sorry for being late." He speaks animatedly with one hand gripping his phone and the other holding two gummy worms, waving them around like some kind of candy wizard. His phone case has a photo of him and Felix, Felix smiling brighter than I have ever seen him do.
"Thank you for telling me..." I say with a small hint of awkwardness as I think of a way to continue the conversation. He places a gummy worm in his mouth and offers me the other, I decline the offer and just kindly listen to him ramble on and on about what Owen likes. I would have shooed him off if this isn't valuable information... Alright, maybe I wouldn't have chased him off because he is so darn cute, but still.
"Oh! I came here for another reason!" Skylar points towards the 40-year-old man with a gummy worm still dangling from his closed fist. "Leonardo said he wants to speak to you but couldn't find you just now..." He leans closer and whispers, "He didn't look very hard, I think he's too old..."
I snort a little at that, the man is only 12 years my senior, I doubt his joints are that busted. I excuse myself upon his request and walk towards the other side of the room with Owen still speaking to Roman.
Those two have had a conversation pending for quite a while now, every time I meet up with Roman for a drink I contemplate whether or not to tell him that he should resolve his relationship with Owen, but knowing the two of them, not much can change their awkward state of friendship. I've come to accept that I come second or third or fourth to Roman in his heart.
I walk away from Skylar while he gives me a quick hug and pushes me away to Leonardo who is standing equally as rigid and awkward as I was moments ago. I tap him on the shoulder to catch his attention and he turns to look at me with a relieved expression, "Hey Jameson." He wraps his hand around my wrist and looks around for a little bit before speaking, "Good afternoon, et cetera et cetera... Old man needs some air right about now."
With a very strange route and a lot of dodging and ducking behind other people, we finally get out of the front door and into the warmth of the now spring sun. I don't think any amount of ducking would make this operation any stealthier than it is, since my head sticks above most other people in the room apart from Roman, Felix and Sebastien who are either taller or equally as tall.
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