Jackson Barhiggams (anthologist) wrote in allegro,
@ 2008-12-27 22:14:00

WHO Jackson and Robert.
WHERE their dorm room for ~*~DRAMA~*~
WHEN afternoon.

It was in the middle of the afternoon, and Jackson knew he would be safe to do what he'd been meaning to do for days. He was going to make the fourty-seventh mixed CD for Claire, the one that had been loading up on his iTunes list for ages under the name "trip to Ontario." Jackson knew that Robert wouldn't find it like that, uninterested in a place like Ontario.

Once he had burned the CD, he took it out, along with his humongous pack of colorful sharpies. Like he normally did, Jackson began to make intricate designs on it, on the bottom a little message: "For Claire ♥". Jackson sighed to himself as he colored little red hearts around her name. This was pathetic, wasn't it?

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musicandlaw
2008-12-28 05:31 am UTC (link)

Rob burst into the room feeling quite pleased with himself. Two hours of uninterrupted, successful practicing had done his head some good, and he felt much more confident about his first lesson in weeks that was coming up in...well, another few weeks. But it sure did feel great. Ahh, that Bach Invention: Pwned.

"What have you been up to, Son?" he greeted, flopping onto his bed.

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anthologist
2008-12-28 05:41 am UTC (link)

Jackson flailed when Rob came loudly into the room. He put his arms up in the air in surrender with an anguished expression on his face, absolutely panicked. But when he realized that Robert didn't actually know about what he was doing, Jackson could breathe. He put his hands down and dropped the markers. "Oh, you know, nothing much. Just getting ready to, um, go practice," he said quickly, slightly nervous.

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	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 05:43 am UTC (link)
	Amused by Jackson's hand dance, Rob sat up and raised his eyebrows. "Coloring, Son? How positively gay of you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 05:45 am UTC (link)
	He froze again. "Ummm yeah. I'm just. Well. Making a few gifts." Jackson scratched the back of his neck. "I know it's after Christmas and everything, but I guess I should, you know, mail some stuff home." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 05:46 am UTC (link)
	"Speaking of gifts," Rob mentioned, "you never gave me mind. What the hell?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 05:53 am UTC (link)
	"You never gave me mine, bitch!" Jackson countered teasingly. "But I do have yours. Want it?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 05:55 am UTC (link)
	Rob reclined back on his bed. "Nah, I haven't even bought yours yet, so that wouldn't be fair. And don't call me a bitch. I'll rip off your head." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 06:33 am UTC (link)
	He nodded his head. "Fair deal, then. Maybe we'll make it into New Years Day presents or something?" Jackson offered. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 06:35 am UTC (link)
	"Probably not. I'm feeling lazy." He rolled over onto his stomach and groaned. "Are you going to practice, or what? I want to nap, and I can't while you play your WOW bullshit." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 06:37 am UTC (link)
	He sighed. "I gueeeess," Jackson whined. "I don't want to, but I will. Go nap and stuff. Sleep will do you some good -- you need all that beauty rest to get pretty," he teased. Forgetting to put the CD away, he saluted his roommate and walked across the room to pull his jacket on. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 06:39 am UTC (link)
	Rob lifted his hand and shot his best friend the finger. "Fuck you man, at least I get beautiful. You could sleep like Rip van Winkle and still look like a jerk." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 06:48 am UTC (link)
	He grinned. "Oh baby, you know you love me." Jackson blew him a kiss and left the room without a second glance back at the forgotten mixed CD. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

musicandlaw
2008-12-28 07:04 am UTC (link)

After failing miserably at falling asleep, Rob paced around, bored out of his mind. He attempted reading a book, but hated it. He surfed online a bit, but hated it. Finally, he decided he'd check out this WOW thing that Jackson always played, and so he commandeered his computer.

But something caught his eye. He saw something with little red hearts all around. Rob picked it up to inspect, with every intention of using it to harass Jackson for decades to come, but then he read it.

For Claire

Rob stared at it for a moment before popping it in a player. The first song that came up said everything. A familiar song, one Jackson seemed to play often, and now Rob knew why. It was about Claire.

At that moment, Rob hated hellogoodbye and their stupid songs. "If You Wanna...I Might" played out and faded into The Decemberists's "The Bagman's Gambit" --halfway through that, Rob turned it off, completely understanding what was going on.

The music was off, and Rob remained seated, the cover of the CD in his hands, and he stayed that way.

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anthologist
2008-12-28 07:33 am UTC (link)

Jackson walked back into their room about two hours later, satisfied with his practicing for now, though he was sure he would go back later to work on more. He needed a break -- he was exhausted. Jackson figured that Robert would still be asleep, luckily, so he would sleep too. Once he had gotten back into the room, he absently occupied himself with taking his coat off and hanging it up on the door, not expecting for Rob to be awake.

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musicandlaw
2008-12-28 07:39 am UTC (link)

He didn't even blink when Jackson first came into the room. He was still frozen in Jackson's seat, still staring at the case. He'd examined all the songs on the mix, scrutinizing all of the lyrics and coming to the obvious conclusion. This conclusion made Rob's head pound and his stomach twist uncomfortably.

After a moment, Rob spoke, without lifting his head.

"The hell is this?"

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anthologist
2008-12-28 07:44 am UTC (link)

Jackson stared because he didn't know what else to do.

Oh shit.

His mouth opened a little in shock as he gaped at his angry roommate, not sure what to say. He was a little miffed himself. How did this happen? Jackson could swear he put it away.

"I. I," he started lamely. What was he supposed to say? I have a mad crush on your girlfriend and think I deserve her so much more than you ever would? He couldn't say something like that.

"I don't know."

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	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 07:52 am UTC (link)
	Rob lifted his head and looked at his best friend. "What is this?" He thought he was being kind. Really. He was giving his buddy, his good ol' pal the chance to explain. Damn decent, really. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 07:54 am UTC (link)
	"I." He paled. Jackson didn't know what to say. "I wasn't going to give it to her," he whispered roughly. "I don't want to give it to her. It's. It's nothing. It's just silly business." Jackson bit his lower lip. "I don't know what to say," he muttered after a few moments. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 07:59 am UTC (link)
	"This is for Claire." Rob pushed PLAY on the iTunes that was spinning the mix, and hellogoodbye filled the room. He kept his eyes fixed on Jackson, looking for a reaction. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 08:04 am UTC (link)
	Jackson looked agonized. "Oh God, Rob. I'm so sorry. I." He shook his head. "I don't even know what to say. I'm just. I'm really sorry. And I would never do anything to take her away from you, which is why I'm never going to give her this." He frowned deeply, covering his face with his hands. "I feel awful." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 08:09 am UTC (link)
	Leaving the CD playing, Rob stood and grabbed his room keys. He made his way to the door, stopping in front of Jackson. "Fuck you," he said simply. No yelling, no strong tone. He just said it before slamming the door behind him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

anthologist
2008-12-28 08:12 am UTC (link)

Fuck. He didn't mean for this to happen. He never intended for Rob to find out. He never intended for anyone to find out. He was going to watch her from afar, let Robert take care of her, because Jackson didn't deserve her. He wasn't good enough for her, but he knew Robert was. That was the plan.

Now that the plan was out the window, Jackson didn't even know what to do. So he followed his roommate out of the room after a few moments of shock. "Rob. Wait, Rob."

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	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 08:14 am UTC (link)
	Rob kept walking, but the second time he heard his name he stopped and turned around. "You have ten seconds to say whatever it is you want to say and then get away from me." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 08:23 am UTC (link)
	"It was an accident!" he said, scrambling for words. "When I found out that you two were dating my freshman year, I always thought that I'd get over it. And then I never did. But I would never pull you two apart. Ever." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 08:27 am UTC (link)
	"One reason why I should believe you. Give me one," Rob demanded, his voice deepening in anger. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 08:28 am UTC (link)
	"Have I done anything to take her away from you, Rob?" he asked. "I've liked her since I saw her." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 08:33 am UTC (link)
	"I don't know, biffles, have you done anything?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 08:36 am UTC (link)
	He shook his head, horrified. "How could you even think of that, Rob? I'm a faithful friend. That's why I haven't done anything." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 08:40 am UTC (link)
	"Except make that mix." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 08:45 am UTC (link)
	"Which I didn't give to her. No harm done, Rob," he sighed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 08:54 am UTC (link)
	He knew he was overreacting. He knew Jackson would never try to hurt him and Claire. The whole idea was ridiculous. But he was still scared. "Stay away from her." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 08:55 am UTC (link)
	He flinched. "If that's what you want." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 09:00 am UTC (link)
	Rob shook his head. "Yeah. This is really what I want. You know me so well." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 09:18 am UTC (link)
	"Fine. Fine, Rob. Whatever you want. It's fine," he said moodily, turning on his heel. "Because friendship has nothing to do with it at all," he growled under his breath. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 09:21 am UTC (link)
	"I knew it," Rob called to Jackson's back. "I hated you two hanging out all the time, and I hated that you never dated anyone else, and I fucking knew it." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-28 09:22 am UTC (link)
	"Then why didn't you fucking say something, Rob? Why didn't you just leave me alone in the first place?" He didn't even turn around. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	musicandlaw 2008-12-28 09:25 am UTC (link)
	"I fucking hoped I was wrong!" he yelled back. "Or that you'd have the fucking courtesy to get the fuck over it." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anthologist 2008-12-29 04:16 pm UTC (link)
	"It's harder than you think," he said roughly, then walked to their room and shoved the door behind him, covering his face with his hands. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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