Danny's Room

[Danny Dubois]

When I get on a computer I'll find a picture.

He's got a bunkbed with a couch underneath, a coffee table, a medium sized TV, a mini fridge, a microwave, a desk with all his school stuff, a bean bag chair and a couple game systems. Yea.

Bite me.

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Jett was so glad that he was able to get out of going to his family's dinner. He was hungry though and considered stopping by, getting food and leaving.. Hell, he would just pick up a pizza on the way back to the dorms. He had been shopping for a few new shirts earlier that day with the money his parents had given him for his school clothes.

He was currently wearing one of his new shirts, a dark blue and checkered button up from Abercrombie and smelt like the store too. He had the sleeves rolled up and his old pair of black cargo shorts which he dug his bike key out of. He stuffed his small bag of clothes into his backpack, zipped it tight and started up his little pride ride. He figured that he wouldn't be able to carry a pizza and drive, so he would just have one ordered when he got to Danny's.

He pulled up into the parking lot a short time later and hoped off his bike. Considering they were in the same hall made it a lot easier on him. He opened his dorm room, tossed his things in and shut it before continuing to Danny's. Maybe that's why his room was such a mess.. He just shrugged it off and knocked on Danny's door.

[Danny Dubois]

It had been a long day of zombie killing for Danny Dubois. With the blinds pulled and all lights except for the tv off, he'd become a bit of a hermit with this new PS3. For the past five hours, Danny had not moved from the couch. His legs were folded beneath him, he was shirtless, and his hair was a mess as he readjusted the headphones over his ears. He wasn't even playing on Live.. but they were there, just in case. So, due to the dark cave he'd created and the lack of human contact, Danny about jumped out off his skin when there was a knock at the door. Immediately, he grabbed the hockey stick that was leaning against his wall. Headphones thrown off and hair combed through within seconds, Danny made his way to the door. Hockey stick still in hand, he opened it with caution.

"Oh hey man," Danny said after noticing it was Jett. He looked at the hockey stick. "Thought you might've been a zombie," he added with a chuckle before tossing the hockey stick aside and opening the door the rest of the way so Jett could come in. Suddenly realizing he was still shirtless, Danny scrambled across the floor and found a white v-neck. Pulling it over his head, he made sure it came to the top of his gray sweatpants. "What's up, bro?" he asked after a minute, putting his hand up so they could pull into a bro-hug.

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He hadn't been waiting long, but he had heard some unusual rustling coming from inside Danny's room. He raised a brow at the door and then looked left and right down the hall to see if anyone was coming. There wasn't anyone that he could see and by then, the door was opening. Jett sort of jumped backwards a little bit at the sight of a hockey stick being defensively held at him.

He couldn't help but laugh at Danny's apology for startling him, but hey.. it was kind of a legit reason to arm yourself. "Don't worry," Jett started as he walked inside. "If the apocalypse happens, I vow to kill you if you're turned." He nodded as he walked past Danny. He stood infront of the couch and noted on the darkness and seclusion of the place. It was perfect for a gaming night! "I ordered pizza on the way here so they should bring it by anytime. What are we breaking in first?" Jett asked, plopping himself on the floor.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny smiled as Jett walked by then closed the door behind him. "Aw sick that was a good idea," he said in response to the ordering of the pizza. "I've been playing black ops all day, if you can't tell," he said, pointing at the flashing television screen showing a rather ominous man cloaked in a white sterile suit. "I think I'm also going blind," he added, rubbing at his eyes. He didn't even think to turn a light on.

"Hey make yourself comfortable, bro. I gotta use the facilities," Danny said as he reached his hands up over his head to stretch. Turning, he went for the bathroom and closed the door. Lights on, he winced under the blaring beams and put his hand up to shield his eyes. After a moment, he'd adjusted and started fixing his hair in the mirror. Why he'd been so concerned about looking good for Jett still wasn't clear to him.. in fact, it worried him a little bit. But hey, no one wants to look bad for company, right?

It was about five minutes before Danny went back to the main part of the dorm. "You can hook up the second controller," he said as he opened his mini fridge, squatting down to see inside. "Wanna Coke?"

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"Okay, cool." He said as Danny turned to leave. Jett made himself comfortable by pushing himself onto the couch. It was pleasantly plush and fit well with the welcomed darkness of his dorm. It was a nice seclusion from humanity for the time being. He vaguely thought about what he would be doing right now if he had gone to his family's dinner. He would probably be getting basgered with unwanted questions about how he was doing and fitting in at the dormatory and how his grades were, even though school hadn't officially started yet. Was he making friends? Had he met any cute girls yet? Would he be going out for lacrosse this year?

He smiled to hismelf when Danny entered the room. Jett plugged in the second controller with ease and then leaned against the back of the couch to pull his shorts down a little bit. He kicked off his shoes, folded one of his legs up and let the other dangle from the edge as Danny was rummaging through the mini fridge. "Yeah, man. Coke sounds great. I'm fucking parched!"

When Danny joined him, he couldn't help but notice that his friend had fixed his once-messy hair. Jett took the drink from him and opened it to take a small gulp. "Dude, I'm so glad I got out of that stupid dinner." Jett laughed and scratched just under his eye. "My mom sent me a text and said that Andie Costello kid came over because Kylie invited him. Isn't he like.. eighteen or something?" Jett asked with a hint of protectiveness in his voice.

[Danny Dubois]

Danny stood and closed the mini fridge holding two cans of Coke in his hands. When he reached the couch, he handed one to Jett and set the other on the table for himself for later. He sat, plopping down rather forcefully, and accidentally sat about halfway on Jett's leg. "Oh sorry," he grumbled, moving over and readjusting his shirt so it wasn't bunched up over his stomach. He hated that feeling.

Reaching forward a bit, Danny grabbed the other controller. He pressed to bring up the main screen so Jett and he could start a new game. "Yea I bet," he said with a smirk in response to Jett saying he was happy he didn't have to go home for dinner. "Those are always so awkward." When Jett asked about Andie Costello, Danny couldn't help but laugh. "He's harmless," he said through a chuckle. "Eighteen, yea. But I swear.. that kid is a fucking puppy dog. He's the most gentle kid." Turning his head to look at Jett, he was laughing a bit but it simmered down when he locked eyes with the boy. There was a split second of silence between the two as they just starred.. but Danny shook his head and snapped it back to the television screen. "Uh.. free-for-all or survival zombies?" he asked, trying so hard to avoid that horribly awkward situation.

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What was he staring at? Why was Jett staring back at him? Why the fuck did his heart just thud faster for the slightest second? The minute Danny looked away, Jett also shifted his eye back to the television and took another drink from his Coke can. He chewed on the inner of his bottom lip to force himself from looking back.

Jett thought about it and the thought alone mad him sick. He knew what teenaged guys wanted because he was one. The raging hormones and increased testosterone always dualed against each other for him personally.. like now. He laughed off Danny practicaly sitting on him. He didn't actually mind it which he thought was kind of weird.

"I still don't like it. I mean, I guess it could be worse. Puppies are okay. I mean, he could be like Dallas or Kegan or something, right?" Jett really wasn't expecting any answer from him. He adjusted his legs and folded then Indian style. "Survival, definitely. Let's tear that shit up!." He returned with too much excitement.

Jett passed a glance to Danny and then quickly averted his eyes back on the screen. He hadn't played on a PlayStation in ages and was used to his Xbox setup. All the controls were the same, right? When the game started, Jett leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on the top of his controller.

[Danny Dubois]

When Jett started the game, Danny figured he had about two minutes to open his Coke and get a drink. So, he did, but spilled a bit down his shirt in the process. "Fuck," he muttered, setting the drink back on the table as he looked down at the brown stain spreading across his once perfectly white tee shirt. "God dammit every time," he added as he inched towards the edge of the couch and pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. Looking up, he grunted seeing as zombies had started to appear on the screen. "Let's do this," he said, a bit forcefully as he fist pumped then playfully punched Jett's shoulder.

The first round wasn't long. Danny had been having trouble paying attention to the screen and Jett didn't seem to know the controls all too well. Of course, just before his avatar died, Jett had seemed to figure it out. Which was the main reason Danny saw no problem in starting up another round. "We'll get 'em this time," he said, turning to look at Jett. Fuck. There it was again. He was staring at him.

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As the game started, Jett made his person run around to get a feel of everything but it wasn't working out too well. He managed to shoot Danny's guy twice, and almost fell off the balcony another time. That would have surely broken or seriously injured his person. "Fuckin' a, man." He said, kicking at the air as the zombies broke through their baracde they had built and sighed as they engulfed him.

Jett had been on his own the second time around and freaked for his teammate.. thus leading the little fuckers to him. It was about that time that Danny had spilled his sode on his shirt and Jett stifled his laugh to the best of his ability. He made it appear that he was looking at the screen, but when Danny removed his shirt, Jett couldn't help but bite his bottom lip.

Fuck! Had he really just done that? Why did he even.. it didn't matter. He mentally slapped himself in the face and forced his eyes onto the t.v. hoping Danny hadn't caught it. When his friend had pumped himself full of excitment, Jett nodded and shouted out, "Fuck yeah!" He copied Danny and returned the playful punch before knifing one of the ugly walkers in the face. "Suck on that mother fucker!." He continued to holler into the darkness of the the room.

It wasn't but ten minutes later that there was a knock on the dorm room door. "Pizza!" Jett yelled as if he were a seven year old. He paused the game and jumped up for the door. "Two large pizzas? One pepporoni and the other cheese?" The not-so-attractive- guy asked. Jett nodded, exchanged a few words, paid and shut the door. The boxes were hot against his skin so he hurried to set them down on the table. "I got a cheese anda pepporoni, didn't know which one you liked so yeah. It's a win win." He smiled and opened the cheese first. It was ooey and gooey steamy Papa John's deliciousness.