“No, no they look good on you I promise,” Alexander laughed, shaking his head at the idea of wearing cowboy boots himself. “I might not be quite as English as the queen, but I don’t think they’d really work well on me,” he scowled comically at the idea, convinced he would look ridiculous. He knew he wasn’t the sort of person who would generally be labeled as cool, and Alexander was comfortable with that. Despite the fact that he was 6’2, he wasn’t a very imposing figure.
“I hardly remember the film,” He confessed, not having been a particularly huge fan of Black Swan. Nodding at Green’s agreement of the laptop placement, returned the grin with one of his own. “Good, I’ll start the movie then,” Alexander said, and turning the volume up to a normal amount, hit play and tried his best to focus his attention on the screen rather than Green.
"N’aw, man, I don’ think that’s true. Yer real tall, see, and them kinda boots look good on tall people in general, I reckon. ‘M a good three or so inches shorter than you an’ all, and you’re sayin’ they look fine on me," he shrugged with a wide smile. "Ya shouldn’t be so down on yerself," he added as a sincere afterthought, "I’ve got half a mind in sayin’ that anybody can really wear anythin’, long as they got the right attitude ‘bout it." He then chuckled and tacked on, "Though that don’ mean I think I could rock a dress or somethin’."
"Tha’s alright," Green shrugged with a little smile, leaning down to prop his jaw up on his stacked forearms, eyes moving back automatically to Alexander’s face before he shifted on the bed, getting comfortable and crossing his ankles as he looked back at the screen, watching the opening credits roll by.
“It happens occasionally,” Alexander agreed with a slight shrug, wondering what Lloyd was like. He couldn’t remember if he’d met the man before, but if he had it was only briefly. He glanced away with a smile when Green beamed at him, raising one shoulder in a half aborted shrug, but his eyes snapped back towards Green when the man turned around. “They suite you,” Alexander told him honestly, “I’m wasn’t sure anyone could really pull off cowboy boots, but you manage,” he laughed, leaning back to grab his laptop from where it had been abandoned.
“That would be Black Swan,” Alexander nodded, trying to remember when it had come out. “Not a bad movie,” he approved, laughing lightly. Normally he would have watched a movie with someone by hooking his laptop up to a tv somewhere in the house, but that was loud and it was late, plus the mansion always seen so empty and cold at night. His room was better, and it had the added benefit of being a smaller space, but he wasn’t sure where to put the computer. After a moment of consideration, Alexander set it neat the head of the bed and decided he could move it if he had to, and stretched out on his stomach on the far side of the bed. “Is this alright? I can move it if you’d like,” he offered, there being more than enough room for them to each have a side of the bed.
"Well thanks," Green beamed, "I hope they do, I woulda felt mighty foolish wearin’ ‘em for all this time if they dinn’t suit me." He chuckled mildly. "But ‘m not sure nobody could pull ‘em off. I mean, I know yer as English as the Queen herself, but they wouldn’t look terrible on ya either," he said sincerely. Normally Green didn’t hand out compliments left and right, but Alexander just seemed to possess… well, note-worthy traits. And, well, he figured with a tone of amusement, being able to pull off nice boots was always a plus when it came to his friends.
"N’aw, it was pretty good," Green agreed, "kinda freaky in some parts… but I ‘preciated it, I reckon," he laughed, "though Baylee and Vienna jus’ covered their faces fer mosta it." He watched Alexander set up the laptop and move onto the bed before getting up and copying his movements, stretching out on his stomach on the other side of the bed and propping his chin in his hands. "N’aw, this is quite alright," Green said complacently, flashing Alexander a sideways smile from his side of the bed.
Fact: Green often intentionally reminds himself of his parents' good qualities.
Why? Because ever since they drove him away from his home back in Texas, threatening to send him both to the town’s priest and to the nearest mental hospital, he’s found himself losing faith in his parents. However, he desperately tries to hold on to everything he ever loved about them, because he’s got a vain hope somewhere that one day they’ll accept him for who he is. They never will.
“I don’t think I did,” Alexander agreed, shutting the door behind Green. “It was Bret originally, though I think he left before you got here, but it’s been Lucas since then,” he explained with a slight shrug. He missed Bret a little, but he wasn’t very close with Lucas. He didn’t dislike him, that wasn’t it at all, he just didn’t know the teenager very well.
The mention of shoes made Alexander glance down, not having realized that Green was wearing them. “You should probably take them off,” he laughed, moving towards his bed and perching on the edge of it. “You’re right, they wouldn’t be very comfortable, even if they are very nice boots,” Alexander shrugged, unable to help letting Green’s smile be infectious. “What was the last movie that you watched?” He asked, curious.
"Right, I s’pose that’s bound to happen. Me an’ Lloyd got here the very same day an’ all, so I ain’t never got anybody as a roommate ‘cept him." He shrugged and then grinned, walking further into the room, sitting down on the corner of Alexander’s bed.
"Aw, well, thanks man," he beamed, pleased by the offhand compliment. "They us’ta be my Pa’s, an’ I reckon his feet were a bit smaller than mine…" he chuckled and pulled the boot off, quickly followed by the second one, which he sat up against the nearby wall, "but they fit nice ‘nough," he smiled. Returning to the bed to sit down next to Alexander, he thought for a moment, picking a piece of lint off of his shirt sleeve. "I figure it musta been Black Swan. Ya know, the movie ‘bout the crazy lesbian ballerina or somethin’," he chuckled. "That musta been it, I don’ remember seein’ anything since then."
Once he heard the knock on his door, Alexander bolted off the bed fast enough he very nearly knocked his laptop onto the ground. As soon as he was sure the computer was safe from plummeting off the bed, he was at the door and jerking it open. “Good evening,” he beamed, stepping aside to let Green into the room.
His two closest friends at the school were Green and Sanne by a long shot, both people he had grown close to very quickly, Green even faster than Sanne. He had a lot in common with the other man, more than anyone else he knew and their personalities just fit well together. Alexander was glad for his company. “Glad you suggested a movie night, it was a good idea,” he added, smiling brightly.
"Howdy," Green grinned, resisting the urge to reach for a hat to tip in the taller man’s direction. He moved past Alexander into the room, glancing left and right instinctively as he did, smiling as he surveyed both sides of the room. "I don’ remember if you ever told me who yer roommate was," he said, turning back to Alexander with a measure of curiosity in his voice. He was used to having Lloyd as his own that it occasionally slipped his mind that not everyone had Lloyd as their roommate.
“‘M glad too,” he admitted with another easy smile. “I ain’t watched a good movie in what feels like a long while. An’ d’you want me ta take my shoes off or somethin’? It’s your room an’ all,” he chuckled, “an’ sittin’ around in boots for two hours ain’t all that comfortable.”
Alexander clicked at his laptop, finding a streaming link for the movie. It was new and he didn’t actually own many movies that had been made in the last twenty years, but it was old enough to be online. He was waiting for Green on his bed, his legs crossed under him and his laptop resting on his knees, but he glanced to the door every few moments as though that might make Green appear faster, impatient.
His room, on his side at least, was more or less clean. He wasn’t a very neat person, and often his things ended up strewn over the desk and were never put away, but it never reached a state that was worse than disorganized. Managing to find a good quality link, Alexander paused the movie to let it load, and turned his gaze towards the door again, willing it to knock.
Green dug through his closet in a rushed attempt to leave the room before he managed to wake up Lloyd - he finally found the shoes he was looking for, though, and slipped his feet into them quickly before lacing them and doing his best to tip-toe out of the room. He slowly closed the door on his way out, wincing slightly as it creaked rather audibly. Making his way to the stairs, made his way to Alexander’s room through the dimly-lit halls of Tate, passing only Ana on the way. She simply fluttered two fingers in his direction, disinterested, as he walked past.
He knocked on Alexander’s door when he finally reached it, rocking on his heels as he waited. He was excited by the prospect of watching a movie with the other man - he was what he’d describe as one of his best friends at Tate - probably the person he was closest to overall. He hadn’t quite expected it when he first came here, honestly. He’d more expected to be treated like he was at home. It definitely was a good surprise, he thought with a faint smile.
I suppose I’m too English to feel the same way about the American films, and any English war film is set during the secound world war and those are never pleasant. We should pick out a horror film then, a properly scary one since the sun’s gone down.
I reckon you’re right - I never even considered that, truly. An’ that we should. Any suggestions of sort?
Well, there’s a lot of light that human eyes can’t see. Some other animals can, but we can only see a few types light. I can bend those lights with enough effort, and make them visible but I wanted to try and make them visible without changing them to a light I should be able to see.
It sucks that you didn’t get anything done.
Oh… I think I get it. S’a pity you didn’t get ta where you wanted ta, though. Most like it’ll be easier next time, that’s what I’ve found.
Yeah, I s’pose. Though if there’s nothin’ to be done it ain’t that bad.
Thas’ pretty interestin’. It must of felt amazin’.
All of reality! It makes it a bit hard to think of a limit for it but I ‘supose its not the worst thing. It’s makes for a lot of fun.
It did, man. It really did.
I bet it does! Reality-changin’… I s’pose mine’s sorta like that… but only me an’ anybody I’m touchin’ can see the difference… An’ it’s only there for a sec. Plus it only really works on distance an’ such.
Ah, a Texas man. Well, it’s good to know I’m not gonna be the only one walkin’ around with a southern drawl. You would not believe the looks I’ve gotten from people. Course, their jus’ jealous.
So, what power do ya got? If you don’t mind me askin’.
Green, most like, but I s’pose it don’ really matter.
I believe it, an’ all. This girl yesterday… didn’t understand a word o’ what I was sayin’.
It’s called perspective alteration or summat… Mr. Tate sorta thinks it’s more o’ a… instinct-like thing. I can change proportions and distance on things so I’m more like to survive falls an’ such. Hasn’t been real useful yet, though. And yourself?