Title: Test
Ch 2: Saturday
So here's where to real fun comes in! Zane is a (lovable) bitch and Riley just has to deal with it
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Riley woke with a start, groaning. He rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out why he was so warm. Then, he felt the source of the warmth sigh and grunt. He looked down and smiled. Zane was soundly asleep sprawled half across his bare chest. His oddly anti-gravitational hair was even crazier than usual and his soft Asian features were peaceful in sleep. His eyelids flickered slightly as he dreamed. Riley pressed a kiss into Zane's hair. Aparently that was the way to wake up a sexually sated teenager because Zane woke with a start, hiccoughing and hitting his head on Riley's chin.
"Riley!" Zane rubbed his eyes, looking up at the football player. Riley rubbed his chin where Zane had smacked into it. "Sorry." He chuckled. He kissed Riley's chin. "Good morning."
Riley rolled over so he was hovering over Zane. "Good morning." He nuzzled Zane's neck and pressed his bare body into Zane's. Last night had been great and he was ready for round two.
Zane chuckled and shoved Riley in the chest. "I need a shower." He slid out from under Riley. Riley collapsed with a frustrated sigh.
Zane dragged one of the blankets with him as he stood up. He turned around and smiled at Riley. He looked wonderfully discheveled- mop of curles even more unruly than usual and his ocean blue eyes bright in the dim light.
"You're so cute." Zane leaned down and kissed Riley quickly before tottering off to the shower.
Riley just lay there. He cocked his head, watching Zane disappearing into the bathroom.
Zane dropped the blanket, turned on the shower and then decided to waste some time. He went through the medicine cabinet, laughing when he found a bottle of Midol (1.) and frowning when he found an empty vial of metabolic steroids (2.), way back in the corner of the medicine cabinet. Under the sink was a collection of cleaning supplies and squeegees. When the bathroom started to fill with steam, he stepped into the shower and started reading all the labels on the shampoo and body wash. He chuckled when he noticed all of Riley's shower supplies was AXE brand. He then took his sweet time washing his body and spiky, tangled hair.
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Riley waited impatiently in the kitchen. After waiting for Zane for fifteen minutes in his room, he had given up and made breakfast. He was now sitting in front of his empty cereal bowl, staring at the clock. Zane had been in there was half an hour. For some reason, that had always bugged the hell out of him when people spent more than ten or fifteen minutes in the shower.
Finally, he heard the pipes squeal as Zane shut off the shower. Another ten minutes later, Zane ambled out of the bedroom dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a tee shirt.
"Have a good shower?" Riley asked a little stiffly.
"Yeah." Zane smiled, his insides squirming with guilt. "I sorta used all the hot water." Zane said sheepishly, sitting down across from Riley. "Sorry."
Riley almost bent his spoon. He had to breath slowly through his nose to calm himself back. 'We'll deal when we're chill.' He told himself, his own personal mantra.
"It's ok. I don't mind cold showers." He half gritted his teeth. Zane smiled and Riley couldn't help smiling back. He had to world's best smile, Riley decided.
"Ok." Zane promptly got up and went to the refridgerator, taking out the carton of milk and taking a swig out of it. He watched Riley out of the corner of his eye and noted the jock's body sort of froze up, and his shoulders tensed. He pulled his lips away from the carton and set it back on the cool shelf. "Do we have a plan for today?" he asked.
Riley stood up, shaking his hands at the wrist like he always did when he was stressed. "No." he muttered. "I was gonna help Peter set up the club for tonight's gig." That was just what he needed: some manual labor to get his stress out.
"Great." Zane ambled around the kitchen table. "I'm gonna go then. I'm taking Anya shopping." He said casually.
Riley stared up at his boyfriend. "You're taking a girl shopping?" he snickered. He stood up. "You are such a fag." He said affectionately. He wound his fingers through Zane's hair and kissed him. "Ok, go."
Zane snickered. "Ok. I'll see you later." He ambled to the door and winked at Riley as he left.
Riley stood back on his heels, smiling. He then scratched his head and wandered back into the bedroom to get dressed. What fell on his eyes almost made him punch the wall.
Zane's stuff was scattered all over the bed. In and of itself, scattered clothes didn't make him mad but there were socks thrown haphazardly around the room. Something about socks that weren't in their proper places really got on Riley's nerves. He growled, pacing the room and agitatedly picking up his boyfriend's clothes and shoving them back into the duffle bag.
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"So, how's your weekend going?" Peter asked as Riley half jumped into Above the Dot from the staircase.
Riley grunted non-animatedly and picked up a box from the pile Peter had been clearing. By the weight of it, it contained a speaker system. "What's with the new speakers?"
"Updating the sound system." Peter replied, going back for a box of microphones. "You and Zane have fun?"
Riley looked over at him. "Last night was great…" he chewed his lip as he went back for another box. "But this morning he was being…sorta a slob. It's almost like he has a list of things that get on my nerves." He grunted as he picked up an unusually heavy box. "Like, this morning, he drank out of the milk carton, used all the hot water, and threw his stuff all over the room."
Peter shrugged. "Weird. He seems like a cool guy though." He stopped and put a hand on Riley's shoulder. "How you holding up?"
Riley squinted. "Ok." He decided. "I'm good." He continued. "I don't think I could get mad at Zane for very long. He has the best smile and-"
Peter made a face, cutting him off. "I don't wanna hear about your mushy man-love." He chuckled.
Riley lifted his eyebrows. "You have no problem listening to my not-safe-for-day-time-television-man-love." He shoved Peter affectionately in the shoulder.
Peter smiled. "Let's gets these boxes moved an unpacked and then we can go eat for lunch…unless you and Zane are meeting for lunch."
Riley shrugged. "I'll call him when we're done." he decided as he walked back to the boxes to finish moving them.
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Zane meanwhile, was sitting stretched out in a less-than-comfortable chair in the women's dressing room of Macy's, idly watching the clock and listening to the scuffling sounds coming from the dressing room in front of him.
"You almost done?" he called to Anya.
"Yeah, one sec!" Anya replied. The door swung open and Anya stepped out tentatively. "Well?" she asked.
Zane grinned. She was wearing a short purple jersey dress with a little grey sweater tossed over it.
"Cute." Zane stood up and adjusted the sleeves. "What's the occasion?" he smiled.
"No occasion!" Anya snickered, her eyes twinkling. "Just wanna look pretty."
"Oh!" Zane snorted. " 'Just wanna look pretty' my ass." He chuckled. "Tell me who he is."
Anya lifted an eyebrow. "No one!" she twirled once in the dress. "So this is a yes?" she asked as she fled to the dressing room.
"Yes!" Zane called after her. "And I'm going to find out whether you tell me or not!"
Anya giggled behind the dressing room door.
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Riley huffed, setting down the last of the boxes and wiping his sweat drenched face. "Done?" he asked.
Peter flopped down beside him. "Done." He checked his watch. "And its only 12:30." He stretched. "So you gonna text Zane?" he asked.
Riley stretched. "Yeah I guess." He shifted, pulling his cell phone out of his back pocket. He found his number, dialed in a text and sent it.
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Zane jumped as his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He checked the ID on the text message and lifted his eyebrows when he saw it was from Riley.
Hey u wanna meet 4 lunch?
Zane flipped his phone around and dialed in a reply.
Sure. Where 2?
The Dot?
Sounds good. C u in .5 hr.
Zane sent the final message with a click and then remembered number eight on Peter's list: Riley hates it when plans get canceled right before hand for stupid reasons. Zane sighed. As much as he'd love to go eat with Riley, he had agreed to do this. He looked at the clock. In twenty minutes, he'd text Riley back.
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(20 minutes later)
Riley sat absent mindedly at he and Zane's traditional seat at The Dot, early as usually. Of course, he had just been one story above so it's not like he was pressed for time.
Then, his cell went off with a buzz.
Anya's freakn out bout some shoes. Cnt com.
Riley gulped, annoyance bubbling in his chest. Seriously? Anya was freaking out about a pair of stupid shoes so Zane is ditching him? He sighed, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose. His hands were shaking as he texted Zane back.
Ok. C u latr.
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Zane winced sheepishly as his phone buzzed on the table of the food court area he and Anya were eating at.
He looked at Riley's reply and could feet Riley's annoyance. Anya looked over curiously at his phone and he swiftly locked it. "Mine." He grinned, poking her in the cheek.
She giggled. "So how are you and Riley?"
Zane paused. "Good."
"I should get some credit for that." Anya decided. "I got you two together in the first place."
Zane rolled his chocolate-milk eyes. "All hail the all powerful Anya!" he said in a mock Moses voice.
"I could get used to that." Anya smiled.
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Later that evening, Riley arrived home first and immediately went to his room to strip out of his sweaty clothes. As he was changing shirts, he heard someone at the door and he opened it without a second thought.
"Hi!" Anya, laydened down by shopping bags, burst into the apartment, closely followed by Zane.
"I hope you don't mind. I told her she could come over and watch Batman (3)." Zane smiled, giving Riley a quick kiss.
"Yeah, this is gonna be so much fun!" Anya giggled, plopping down on the sofa.
Riley growled. "So much fun." He absolutely hated it when someone brought over uninvited guests to ANYTHING, let alone what he had hoped was going to be a quiet, romantic evening with his boyfriend.
Zane plopped down beside Anya, turned on the tube and settled down. He rubbed the place beside him but Riley favored his easy-boy.
The rest of the evening, Riley had to endure the constant chittering of Anya through the entire movie and he was already so pissed off that he couldn't even appreciate how good looking Christian Bale was and after Anya left, Riley went to bed with his back towards Zane.
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The plot thickens my friends! Wow…this is the most popular story I've ever written so yay me!
my friend's idea hahaha just for laughs
sorry if that's not the way anabolic steroids work but I was under the impression that it's a shot. If its not, sorry! But he took steroids for like an episode, yes?
Need I explain this? Christian Bale and Heath Ledger are both GORGEOUS!
So yeah… R&R