#ben-blythe

The second date had been good so far. Quin had been a lot calmer and more relaxed, seemingly more focused on enjoying himself at this new taco place. Quin often loved going to new places. The amount of new stimulation made it a bit harder for Quin to focus, but Ben was more than entertaining enough to hold most of Quincy’s attention, though he couldn’t help but to point out parts of the decor that he enjoyed whenever he noticed it. For as adult as the boy seemed at times, he also was still a child in many ways.

But now they were on the beach, walking together. The sun was setting and Quin was looking out over the water, the sky turning a beautiful color and reflecting against the water to become picturesque. He didn’t realize that he had started going at an angle, his hand gently nudging into Ben’s, causing him to snap out of his daze. He gave a soft laugh and quickly drew his hand back. “Sorry. It’s just... really pretty. I know I’ve lived here my entire life, but I still am just amazed at how wonderful sunsets are on the beach.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I hope I wasn’t like... totally ignoring you.” He laughed and smiled brightly at Ben. “I really do like talking to you.” He ran his fingers through his hair. He was carrying his shoes at this point so that he could feel the sand between his toes.

Once he saw Ben in sight, he smiled gracefully. “Hey there Mr Blythe. Your coffee, and lunch. Just how you like it.” Trent started off as he handed the bag of food only to start talking again. Trent was grateful to work for a man like Ben, and maybe the fact he was good eye candy was a bonus. But it didn’t matter since Trent had a girlfriend, a pregnant girlfriend at that. 

“Charles Buns says he will do lunch with you tomorrow at 2:30. I’ve emailed you the address and I got all those faxes out that you needed. Oh and your brother called. Nothing urgent, but something about a bundle of puppies?” He questioned with a light tone in his voice, close to a chuckle. @ben-blythe

Quincy sighed as he looked around the living room. It was spotless. Everything was in as good of shape, if not better, than when he had arrived. While getting a 3 year old to sleep was no easy feat, Quincy was good with kids. They had a huge amount of energy and were always so positive, both traits that Quincy could relate to and wished existed in more people. Giving Hyde a gentle petting, the young boy then moved into the kitchen. They hadn’t made much of a mess, but Quincy wasn’t planning on leaving a spot. He really needed the money. The only out of place items were some books and some homework that was out on the dining room table as the boy had taken some time earlier to get work done. Multitasking was his strong suit. Currently, he was wearing a pair of headphones, the voice of Stephen Fry, describing the many adventures of Sherlock Holmes. He had the volume low so that if Juliette yelled he’d be able to hear it, but for the most part he was deaf to the world around him.

Derrick: hey!

Derrick: its Derrick.

Zeke was in a panic. He had been camping out at Derrick’s house for the past couple of days and he had yet to see the other. Derrick didn’t have too many friends so after making the rounds, Zeke was starting to get worried. He knew exactly who was to male for this. His plan had been perfect. He’d get some information on Ben, let his brother know that the man would break his heart, and then his brother would get over his anger. But now Derrick had run off. Derrick never hid this long. He always eventually gave in. 

Showing up at Ben’s place, Zeke pounded on the door, clearly not trying to hide who he was. “Open the door right now, you fucking asshole! My brother is gone and it’s your fault!” He continued pounding, yelling at the top of his lungs. Even if Ben didn’t want to see him, he’d make such a ruckus that the other had to at least talk to him.

Derrick: I've been here for awhile.

Zeke had been rummaging through Derrick’s stuff for awhile. Breaking into his apartment had been easy. He knew where his twin would hide the key. But Zeke didn’t realize just how lucky he’d be. Apparently Derrick had forgotten his phone today, leaving the freshly freed brother the time to go through his contacts. The most time was spent on a guy named Ben. Clearly someone his brother liked. That just wouldn’t do.

text: miss you. text: come over?

He smirked as he looked down at the texts, hoping that Ben would be happy to oblige.