✢Next to me✢ [/Zander]

[Mel Kucharski]

The day had turned out much more hectic and problematic than Mel had first intended. But here he was. It was finally time. He straightened out his cream-white beret and waited, nervously running his right hand up and down his bare left arm which suddenly felt chilled. He had never been on a date before and was quite shocked at Zander's proposal for several reasons;
First. The second they met, Mel flew into a rage because he thought the Zander was someone else.
Second. That the boy had asked him over the internet even after being wrongly yelled at by accident.
And thirdly. That Mel himself had said yes and meant it with all his heart.

Even though no one was around Mel found his face burning. He smiled and put a hand to his cheek. What a happy accident it all was. Still Mel fund himself panicking inwardly. He had never bee on a date before, let alone been asked on a date, and he had never ever asked someone else to go out with him. On top of all that it was a boy. Mel hated to admit it but it made his stomach all fluttery. His father would've scoffed, or puked, or most realistically, sent his youngest son to more therapy in order to "cure" him. The hamster shift couldn't be entirely sure, his father didn't really like the way he had turned out, he made that perfectly clear. But he still wanted to know what his father would think of it if he actually went on a date with another boy. Yet at the same time, Mel took comfort in the fact that he would never, ever know. His thoughts wandered to Zander, did his parents know about this? What would they think? If he met them, would they hate his guts?

The blonde shook his head as an attempt to dispel the thoughts. Why was he thinking like that? Meeting this guys parents? Where did that even come from? Discounting the time spent on the Academy's c-box, they hadn't spent a lot of time together. Yet, whenever Zander commented on something about his looks he couldn't help but sit back from the computer screen, redden, smile, and whisper to himself "You really think so?". In truth, Mel hadn't gotten a really good look at Zander's face. Well, perhaps he did, but he wanted to see it again. Study the features and understand its depth and meaning.

The boy looked down and pulled at a corner of the picnic blanket he had lain out, searching the landscape for any sign or Zander, praying that he meant what he said and this wasn't just some kind of sick joke to humiliate him. Okay, so maybe that was a bit farfetched, Mel searched for a kid on crutches.

But seriously, where was he?! Then it hit him like an entire cement truck."Oh my god.." he whispered, checking his watch. In seconds he set off in full speed towrds where they had agreed to meet before-hand Idiot, tidiot, idiot! He was on crutches! How in the hell was he supposed to carry a picnic basket all by himself? His face burned with shame and anger, he had already screwed it up! He hoped that Znader wouldn't hold it against him. He slid to a stop in front of the meeting place, breathing heavily and searching for a face to match the icon.

Word count; 593
tag; Zander ≥3≤
notes; yay! This is gonna be cute! I hope you can see the symbols in the title...
outfit; Here

[Zander Alesnia]

YOUR ARE THE ONE, THE ONE THAT LIES CLOSE TO ME; HERE IN MY ARMS
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I fell in love, in love, with you suddenly. Now there's no place else,
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Zander stood in the kitchen, resting against one crutch. Cooking had become a lot less fun without being able to slide across the floor. Zander ran his fingers through his hair and ran his finger against the side of the bowl, picking up left over brownie batter. He gently licked his finger. Zander's eyes traveled to the ceiling as he mentally judged his batter. He nodded his head deciding it's good. He examined the basket, inside was salad in a bowl, with a snap on lid to keep it from spilling. Along with the salad, was an array of nicely arranged sushi, as well in a container with a snap on lid. Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep! the timer dinged. Zander limped his way to the oven and pulled it open. Zander set his crutch against the cabinet and grabbed pot holders, bending down and pulled out the cooked brownies. He sat it on the oven and gently tested it with his finger. Yep! Done. After a few minutes the brownies had cooled and he sliced them and removed them from the pan. Again, another container with a snap on lid. He placed that container in the basket. He pulled out his cell phone to check the time, 5:30. "Crap!" he murmured, latching the basket on his free arm he limped out of the kitchen towards his dorm.

Zander turned around a couple of times in the mirror and asked Jayden if he looked good. And of course Jayden said yes. He then asked Loki. Loki stared at him, studying him for a long second before handing Zander his studded belt and tie. Loki helped Zander tie the tie loosely around his neck, while he laced the studded belt through his belt loops. He studied himself once more, running his fingers through his hair. He checked his cell one more time, 6:03. Zander sighed. Mel probably thought he was standing him up. Loki shooed him out the door. Zander, with the basket on his arm, crutch in the other, limped his way across school property. He was almost to the area where they were suppose to meet. As he got closer Mel became more and more clear.

Zander grinned when he was next to the boy. He dropped the basket to the ground and pulled the other into a hug the best he could with only one arm. "Sorry I'm late." he said, sorry caking his voice. He sure was cute... cuter than to his icon.

MONOLOUGE && Dey is gonna be cute. Sorry mine's barely breaking 400 words... >.<
PROGRESSION && Complete!
COUPLET && Mel
MANUSCRIPT &&416
COSTUME &&Click it!
PRODUCER **PURPLE~PANDA ?!

[Mel Kucharski]

Nothing, he didn't see anyone that matched who he was looking for; green-eyed brunette sporting a pair of crutches. .Mel titled his head back against the wall and breathed a sigh. Good, so he still wasn't here. That mean he wasn't late, early even. He slid down until he sat on the cold cement with back against the wall. He glanced at his watch. Yep, plenty early. But punctuality was a virtue, wasn't it? Probably, memory wasn't one though. Mel decided he'd have to work of that. His heavy breathing slowed and eventually evened out into a normal pattern. Relaxing, he let his mind wander free.

Who was he? Aleksy Mel Kucharski. The polish boy who shocked and shamed his family was now going on his first date. Mel snorted and smiled, allowing his eyes to fall shut. God, how they would hate him for it. Perhaps only his father, Jarick, and Marceli. His mother and Friderick would perhaps just be sad. He would've hated to see that. But to witness Jarick go livid with disgust, Marce turn puce, and father shake his head in frustration muttering "Where did I go wrong? This is not my son.." made him almost wish he could. It would not be as a hateful gesture, but rather he just wanted to prove to them that there was nothing wrong with him and that he could do whatever he wanted. But... his poor mother. She wouldn't understand his feelings, and Friderick would. Friderick had saved him countless times for the very reason that Mel now was going on a date, Frid loved his little bro but didn't want to see him end up hurt. Friderick was already off to college, except he had chosen to go to school out of state. That only left a family of four. Right about now they'd all probably in a deep sleep.

Stop that. his inner voice chided, Just focus right now.

Mel's eyes flickered open and he looked around once again. He felt a cold shock pass through him as he saw what he was looking for. The cold surprise turned to warm and fluttery feelings as the person neared. He wanted to run up but restrained himself. It wouldn't have been good to try and hug someone who was, not only carrying a picnic basket, but was also injured and on crutches. He swallowed and shifted from foot to foot, feeling anticipation rise. Despite all that, he found himself frozen to the spot when Zander was actually beside him. He himself to be hugged, hiding a contented smile. "It's fine, it's fine. I was kinda late too." he lied. He didn't want Zander to feel weird about being a few minutes late.

He bent to hoist the picnic basket, "Feels like you brought a lot of stuff! I promised I'd carry it though." He started to walk at a slow pace so that Zander could comfortably go at his own pace. He tried to hide his face, rather, his smile. Zander was really, really attractive. He suddenly felt like the luckiest person in the world.

Word count; 545
tag; Zander ≥3≤
notes; Blegh, crap post on my part. Much usage-of-word-count-using-rambles. I apologize =_=
outfit; Here

[Zander Alesnia]

YOUR ARE THE ONE, THE ONE THAT LIES CLOSE TO ME; HERE IN MY ARMS
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I fell in love, in love, with you suddenly. Now there's no place else,
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Zander smiled down at the blonde. "Salad, sushi, and brownies." he grinned as the metal of the crutches clacked in the sand louder than his cast did. The corners of his lips pulled into a smile as they arrived at the blanket. "It seems like someone was already here." he chuckled sitting down on the blanket and tugged the basket from the boy. Zander's fingers pried the lid open and set out the containers of food, plastic silverware, and paper plates. He also pulled out a candle and sat it in the middle of the blanket and lit it. Zander's eyes trailed out over the ocean to the setting sun in the sky of pastel pinks and purples. He watched as the waves lapped up over the rocky sand, fading back down to a smooth wet surface. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked back at Mel. He sure was pretty. He started to dish salad onto the paper plates, "so, what would happen if I playfully pushed you in the water?" he asked jokingly, still expecting an answer though. Zander reached up and grabbed the boy's hand, pulling the boy down from standing. "Sit, eat." he grinned shoving the plate of leafy greens and a tasty, healthy dressing topping it, into the boy's hands, a fork along with it. He started to pick at his own salad. It's been at least a week since he was in the water. Zander let out a small sigh then looked at the boy, analyzing him. He was much cuter when he wasn't yelling nor, crying. And that feeling, the one he was getting in his stomach. Not butterflies, well, some would call them that, Zander certainly would not. Just the thought of butterflies made Zander shiver. The feeling was the one he got around Nick. The thought of Nick drew a smile to his face. What if this was Nick in a different body, different mind? That's crazy! He doesn't believe in that stuff. As Zander mind roamed, he hadn't realized that he had rested his hand on Mel's leg. When Zander jumped back to reality, he quickly moved his hand and bit his bottom lip gently. "So-sorry." he stuttered, his face turning a scarlet red. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair and his eyes immediately turned to the plate of food in his lap. He picked at it for a while before actually starting to eat it. Zander grinned beneath his hair.

MONOLOUGE && Here comes the over fill of muse
PROGRESSION && Complete!
COUPLET && Mel
MANUSCRIPT &&415
COSTUME &&Click it!
PRODUCER **PURPLE~PANDA ?!

[Mel Kucharski]

Mel adjusted his grip on the basket, focusing on not dropping it "Uhh, yeah.. I set up beforehand. I hope that's fine." He allowed Zander to take it from him, hardly noticing as his mind began to wander again. The sky was ablaze and alive with such color, it was difficult not to notice. A cool breeze was coming off of the ocean, gently teasing the hair framing his face that wasn't pinned down. It smelled like the sea as well, though not the wet disgusting sand-and-soaked smell, but a delicate scent tinged with a salty flavor. Ocean breeze; it smelled nothing like the candle companies thought it did. There was something else in the air though, it smelled somewhat like chocolate. The sound was mostly silence, saw for the dries of seagulls overhead or the inconsistent crashes and retreats of the waves some ways below, and of course the rattle of eating utensils. Mel wasn't used to this feeling, having lived land-locked his entire life, the idea of something so vast, mysterious, and unpredictable was frightening. Yet, at this moment, it was simply beautiful.

Mel jumped when he felt Zander's hand on his. "So, what would happen if I playfully pushed you in the water? Sit,eat."

The blonde hastily dropped to sitting, eyes wide with alarm with Zander's question."Oh god.. please don't. I-I can't swim really well, and, with those waves I'd be dashed to pieces against the rocks.. He didn't want to come off as jumpy, but being pushed in the water- in jest or otherwise- would've completely ruined everything. He didn't want say this to the brunette though, for fear that it might make him feel like he did something wrong. He hadn't of course, Mel just really, really disliked water.

He received the plate with an enthusiastic thank you and speared the closest veggies, contemplating them before fitting them inside of his mouth. It was quite good, fresh as well. He had also selected a fantastic dressing to go with. He was about to tell Zander about how good it was when he suddenly felt a gradual pressure on his leg, just the slightest bit above the knee. Mel looked at the hand, then to Zander with a surprised blink. The brunette appeared to be lost in thought, and probably not aware of the positioning on his hand. Mel wasn't sure what to make of it, doing his best to simply ignore and play it off cool.

The touch lifted followed by a quick apology. That's when the blonde's face tinged pink, so he really didn't realize what he had been doing. It was oddly charming. "It's fine.. I don't really care." he said, doing his best to "roll with the punches" as his father would've said. "This is really great! Thanks for this.." he said before taking another mouthful of greens.

Word count; 518
tag; Zander ≥3≤
notes; :3 Can't say I can think of much to say, except "Welcome back, Dymi's muse"!
outfit; Here