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Renly Myreen

I was so daring that night, making the first move, I am never so confident over things like that. I am grateful for myself for doing it though. All I can remember are his lips meeting mine and I entered a world of eternal love. It was so passionate; I didn’t want it to end. My mind literally melted just there, I had fallen in love. It seemed like an eternity and infinity stood still at that moment.

Pulling away from the kiss was probably the most difficult part. I know it is not logical for two people to kiss forever but I wish it wasn’t. We were stood beneath the tree, the sun falling down the sky in the background; it was a real romantic fairy tale

Following the magical moment, we continued to watch the Sun wave goodbye to the Earth. Snuggling, cuddling all that romantic stuff. Then I had to leave him, I was reluctant to go but I had too. Back home with my loving mother and my delinquent father and brother. They would never understand my love for Wynn.

We had organised to meet at Wynn’s house two days later, those two days felt like a decade waiting. Mother suspected something, I always wore a smile on my face, had a skip in my step. Why was I so happy? She frequently asked me. Can’t someone by happy without being questioned, I didn’t want to live a glum life anymore, I had no reason too now that I had found Wynn. If I told them about Wynn, my father especially would be furious. His son loving another boy. Outrageous!  I just can’t understand why he would never accept that, he has that dumb shell of a human being to carry on his genetics. Although I am sure he’d likely breed some dysfunctional human being mutation.

I couldn’t sleep during those two nights, the dreams I had were re-enactments of that first kiss. Dreaming about me and Wynn together, never separating. My mind had been swarmed by Mr Sawdust.

This morning I missed my run, so that I could get an excuse to go out after work from my parents. Thankfully Wynn’s house was not too far from my own. I have to go out in my running gear of course, although a pair of shorts and a shirt are good enough for a not so third date right?

Standing in the mirror, I combed my hair; I had to look nice for Wynn. I spray myself with mother’s perfumes, an essence of lavender which she picked from the garden. Sneaking out of the door, I’d try to hide my neat appearance, I am sure they would find it odd for me to be going running with perfume on.

Fortunately I got out of the door un-noticed, I set off to find Wynn’s house. What were we going to do? Chill out in his house? I am sure he told me he had hundreds of siblings, how were we to get privacy? Oh dear, I’d have to meet his parents too, this will be awkward.

Approaching the house I suspected to be Wynn’s, I planted my knuckles on the door, giving out a quick loud knock. Hopefully it would be Wynn at the other side.

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Wynn Sawdust

Third time's the charm


Third time's the charm, that's what I've always heard my siblings say when I had tried something for the third time. However the second time seemed to be the charm and this is the aftertaste. That's something I should say right? I hope so. What should I say when I open the door to see his face? "Hey Renly." Seemed to normal and Renly was definitely not something normal. He was special to me, anyone with eyes could see that. Though some people see it as a disgrace. I run through my mind to think of a greeting that seems natural, and the first one that appears in my mind is definitely not natural. "Hey Renly," I'd say seductively as I lean against the doorframe with a sly smile. No. That isn't what I do anymore. That's not a good thing and it surely isn't something natural. It's more insane in my opinion.

I grumble and run my hand through my wet, messy hair as I had just gotten out of the shower in a more minor form. It was more or so a hose in a room that had a more rocked flooring to prevent making a huge mess on the floor. I look at myself in the mirror, and look at my appearance. I study it closely as if I were a painter looking at some masterpiece. However, some may say I am a masterpiece. I am not, I am the worst piece of art anybody has seen. My old self, the confident and cocky one would say that I am indeed the most attractive person ever. But surely, compared to others like Renly I am not.

Smiling at myself from the thought of my old idiotic self I had gotten a comb in my hand. Fixing my hair to whatever fashion and form I prefer, which most of the time is completely random.

I spray some kind of deoderant type item on my underarms to make sure I smell good, because lets be real; without deoderant people would be running from me like the post-bloodbath in the Hunger Games. Grinning to myself from the thought I had put on my clothes and walked downstairs to sit in the living room. I had nothing to really do besides wait for Renly, so I guess sitting around would have to do.

In all honesty I was nervous. What if he decided to not show up? Even though I had the same doubts on the second date, this was definitely more of a worry for me since he would be worried my family might judge him. Though my doubts were soon concluded as a knock rang from the door. For a little while I hesitated, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself. Why do I always get so nervous? I don't know.

I walk over to the door. Taking more deep breaths I place my hand on the knob and twist it. Pulling it back the door reveals Renly himself. I say the first thing I can think- well, more smell.

"You smell good."

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Renly Myreen

Standing by the door, I’d become slightly agitated. Crossing my legs, I’d try to stand in a more respectful manner. Putting my legs straight together, I’d raise my chin slightly, my arms by my side. I now look like a peacekeeper, great. Altering my stance, I’d cross my hands. I bet I look quite stern. Really why can’t I find a suitable way to stand? Why does everything have to be so complicated? Spreading my legs slightly apart, just a few inches, I’d leave my arms by my side. My chin not up but my face was straight. Great, that’s a good standing position.

What happens if his parents answer the door, or one of his many hundreds of siblings? What was I to say. Oh….umm…is Wynn in? Maybe Wynn is waiting by the door, not letting anyone else answer it, I hope so anyway. For sure I’d be at the door waiting for Wynn; I wouldn’t want Robbie answering the door although it’d be awhile before we went to my house. How was I going to break it to my family? Sit them down in the living room, tell them Well yeah, I like men….but but….I am still interested in girls… But was I?

Exhaling out oxygen, I could feel my heart pacing; it felt as if it was going to erupt out of my ribcage. Calm down Renly. It’s only Wynn, he isn’t going to bite, well not in a fierce way anyway. I hadn’t brought any gifts, men usually bring flowers along for a girl but Wynn is a guy. I should have brought something, shit. It was too late to run back now and grab something; I’ve already knocked on the door. I’m not going to play knock a door run, what happens if he opened the door and saw me running away? He’ll think I bailed out.

Finally the door swung open, it felt like hours for the time it took to reveal Wynn. My heart was pounding, as I waited to see who was behind it but thankfully it was him. Smiling, I’d give off a slight awkward wave. "You smell good." Taking in my scent, I agreed, the aroma of a strong lavender scent lingered in the air around me, I should’ve gone for a more sweeter scent, this one is too over-powering. Shit. What happens if he is allergic to lavender? Well, it’s too late now Renly.

”Hey Wynn!” I’d say quite other enthusiastically, as I step forwards towards the door. I’d wait for him to let me in, wanting to be polite.

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I wasn't able to control my words, like always. God fucking damnit Wynn, why can't you go one day without screwing up? I think to myself, trying to not show him I was angry at myself for my response. He probably thinks I'm weird now. He'll probably leave and say that he forgot he had something planned, but that doesn't sound like Renly. Would he stay with me? God, I hope he does. Taking in his scent to make sure I don't get it wrong if he asks me, I recognize he smells like lavender. Luckily I'm not allergic and my family isn't either. I hear him greet me in a almost too-enthusiastic tone. "Hey Wynn!" I want to laugh at his enthusiasm, because I am no special person so he shouldn't be so ecstatic about it. But whatever floats his boat I guess. It's silent. That seems to be a reacurring theme between us two, the silence I mean, though most the time it's involving us in each others arms and this does not feel like I'm in his at all. You could hear a pin drop possibly, though the only thing I could hear was the younger kids running around upstairs. Luckily they weren't screaming and throwing thins at each other like they used to as kids; being upstairs at that time and place was not a good idea. It was more of a battleground than a hallway. I swear to god, if they screw this up... I think to myself for a second but I shake the thought from my head. They don't even know the guy. Only Phoebe and Terrance know about me and they'd go ahead and suspect this is a possible boyfriend, but they probably don't think much of it. Or I hope they don't. He stands there for a while as if he was waiting for something and I stand there too; unsure of what to do. And then I remember he should at least come into the house. "Oh. Right. Come on inside, Renly." I sputter out with a slight tone of embarassment because I had forgotten to let him into my house. I step back and let him in as a slight chuckle escaped my lips; how could I forget the one thing you needed to do when you invite someone over? Probably just because I'm plaing old stupid, but that's known by people all over the district. Letting out a quick sigh of relief that nobody has come tumbling down the stairs asking who it was, I am hoping that my family doesn't embarass me. If so; I guess I'll get some target practice with axes. I rub my hands again in a odd manor, as if I wasn't sure what to say. But I guess I can find something to say, right? I open my mouth to let out words. "So this is my house I guess, would you like a tour?" I ask him with raised eyebrows, showing that I was wondering if he was.

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Renly Myreen

Standing awkwardly at the door way, I’d just take in Wynn’s appearance. A usual the mist of silence has engulfed us. It is not common for me not to speak, I am the one who is always loud, why am I struggling to conjure up words? It is not normal for me. Although going out with a guy isn’t normal for me either. I hope the evening with him won’t be as awkwardly silent as it is now but with the past encounters with Wynn, once we’ve settled down a bit we get the ball rolling. I have a few topics in mind for us to converse over, so no such silence will happen again.

Realising my greeting was quite over enthusiastic; I could feel my cheeks burning up. This has happened so many times while I am with Wynn, I can’t help but blush all the time, it makes me look much worse than I already do. Wynn must have some power over me, which makes my body go into overload and I can’t control it. Listening into his house, I can hear a lot of movement upstairs; he must really have hundreds of siblings. I can only come with the one brother, how is he able to cope with so many?

Moving my legs a bit, I’d grow quite bored of standing; I hope Wynn actually invites me inside. Summer was slowly dying out, the air was slowly growing less humid, Autumn was beginning to roll in; finally. The heat this summer has been tremendous; I am surprised I haven’t died at work in the heat. If I did die, I wouldn’t have met Wynn, so it was a good job that I didn’t. Although I wouldn’t have met Wynn If hadn’t had taken that day off work. I could’ve died that afternoon but instead I met Wynn and was brought back to life, with love.

I am such a hopeless romantic.

"Oh. Right. Come on inside, Renly." Finally he has actually invited me into his house. As he steps back, I slowly walk into his house, taking in the interior décor, looks much better than my own house, more style. My own is just covered in wood, from the floors, to the walls and even the furniture. You’d think we’d live in a lumber District.

"So this is my house I guess, would you like a tour?" A tour of his house, how fun. He’ll show me where he eats, where he sleeps, where he shits. I’ll have to bump into one of his many hundreds of siblings too, I hope he has told them, I hope they’re nothing like my own brother.

”Yeah ok, I’m the guest, we’ll do whatever you want.”I want to see what his kind of fun is. 

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W Y N N

Wynn Sawdust was not the best at telling emotions, probably the worst at it. So when Renly had replied, Wynn had nodded while placing his hands in his pockets. ”Yeah ok, I’m the guest, we’ll do whatever you want.” The younger boy had said to the male, the boy seemed submissive to whatever Wynn wanted to do. Some may think wrongly of that statement, probably placing bets that Wynn would use that for bad uses but he wanted to see what the other male would want to do. There's no 'I' in boyfriend. Wait..

A large yell would erupt from the hallway upstairs before he could think about that thought, and he'd sigh. Of course his younger siblings would decide to start fighting now. Something about Terrance taking someone's pillow. The male would smile again, remembering that Renly was there and he couldn't go upstairs and yell at them to quiet down. He would right now with even Renly watching, but what would the younger male think of him? He would sigh and shake his head. He would smile and then nod as the male would start walking into his living room. "Well, let's start with something basic." Wynn would start talking, obviously sharing the use of this room if Renly hadn't figured it out yet.

Basic, something that starts something else. A connection, the start of a normal thing. Something not him. He was basic. Renly wasn't basic. He was something special.

You know, the special where it makes butterflies fly in your stomach when you'd talk to them?

The butterflies wanting escape, but are trapped in the cage to never be released; always to cause a flutter when you see someone that's much more than basic.

The male remembers when he first saw him, thinking that he was really damn hot, and that something smelled really odd.

He remembers remembering he has a brother; he has a twin and remembering that this life was all a fake life he was put in away from his brother. And now there is no chance of return for his brother. Wynn Capulet was his real name. Is there a reason he should be sad? Wynn barely knew him.

The fire that split them knows him well, it had been following him and haunting him like it wanted to make his life miserable even though it was gone.

Focus, Wynn. He's gone. You can't do anything about it.

"This is where people 'live' in a room. Not well thought of as a name. Is it?" He said while opening his arms in a slight motion of 'here it is'. Sitting down he would smile, wondering if Renly would care if he got off track of the tour. "Are you in a rush?" Wynn would ask, patting a seat next to him in case he wasn't busy. "You can sit down if you want." This was a good time to get to know him, and Wynn was taking it.

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Renly Myreen

Officially it had begun, the little home date between me and Wynn. What joys were we to get up too after this little tour? I am quite intrigued to venture through his house; I may be able to learn a lot more about him as for now I don’t know a great deal. I just know the little basic things about Wynn, I need to dive in deeper, find similar interests and other fine details about him. I want to learn so much more about this guy, for I am likely to fall more in love with each bit of information about him. For what I already know, I know he is the perfect guy for me, the perfect soul mate.

Yelling began to ring through Wynn’s house; how I am happy I don’t have such commotion at home. Having an older brother, it is unlikely there is a lot of whining but it does occasionally happen. Robbie tries hard to get some sort of action out of me; he thrives on a good argument between me and him. Obviously he always wins as he is bigger so I’ve tried to stray off getting involved; I just ignore him. I am sure he is actually a seven year old in an eighteen year olds body; probably a three year old has more mental capacity than him.

"Well, let's start with something basic." Wynn would say as he leads me into what I believe to be his living room; it is bigger than mine. From what I’ve seen, Wynn has a lot of things better and bigger than mine; hopefully something useful on him is big too. I’ve always had basic things, I am happy with the basic things; after all I am in a small family. I wonder why my parent’s only had the two of us, they both came from big families and it seems a lot of parents have forests of children in this District. For more kids, mean more hands for the labour. Robbie regularly tells him it is because I was the last one so I put them off. I believe when they gave birth to Robbie, they prayed for a better child so had me. Now they have the good one and the deranged one.

”Well at least the name is right although I am sure we live in like every room?” I couldn’t make sense of my own words although I can never do; I hope Wynn is able to translate it anyway. He must be able to, otherwise we wouldn’t have gone this far.

It seems the tour has come to a halt, even though we’ve only looked in one room. ”Nah am in no rush really” Placing myself on one of the sofas, I’d rest my hand on my knees, glancing around the room. So this is likely to be it, the great question time, a good moment to learn more about each other. Although in the past there have been a lot of awkward silences between me and Wynn and I don’t want to endure that again. ”Really nice room this, better than my one at home.” Starting with a flyer of a statement, I’d get the ball rolling.

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W Y N N

Wynn looked up with his eyebrows raised and eyes bright as he would hear the other boy speak up, becoming interested in what the other boy had to say. It was Renly, surely something would be of sense or importance. Maybe it was even inspirational, Wynn never knew what Renly would say or do. Maybe that's why he loves him. Why would he love him for that reason though? He would never know what other people would say or do, why does Renly make any difference? Because it just does.

Have you ever had one of those reasons for something, but you couldn't just explain it the best without just saying just because as an answer? That's the main conflict for Wynn. He just does, there's no specific reason besides the fact that he never knows what he's saying or doing and he doesn't understand himself for that. The words had fallen out of Renly's mouth, and they weren't even close to what he was expecting.

They were even better. Wynn liked that.

”Well at least the name is right although I am sure we live in like every room?” The male from district seven had laughed, his head nodding up and down like it had been a bobble-head that got flicked. He would smile at Renly, it seems that there was no possible way for him to not smile at him. He wasn't that cheesy was he? He hoped not.

Renly heard the question the male from District Seven had asked the other boy letting out a response to him to not leave the air to be filled like water to drown us in the odd silence that makes us want to talk less and less. ”Nah am in no rush really” The younger boy had told told Wynn while placing himself on one of the sofa's that would be inside the room.

It's silent again, the silence fills us, and it's like a bomb, ticking down and down until it'd almost explode; but it doesn't. The world, the earth is still capable around of us that makes it seem real and not blown up.

It's almost like a constant thing, almost like we're trying to think.

Maybe silence will be our always.

Renly speaks, starting the ball so we don't have to stay through the horror of silence forever. ”Really nice room this, better than my one at home.” Wynn would nod, agreeing that it's very nice. "Yeah, it's kind of essential to have a living room good enough to fit all of us at once if that were to ever happen." Wynn said with a nod and patting his hand on the armrest of his sofa. Silence had started to fill in again, only the slightest bit, but Wynn wasn't going to let that happen, he fired out a question towards Renly.

"So what's it like at home? I've never heard you talk about it."

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Renly Myreen

What would’ve happened if I had worked a full day? If I hadn’t sat at that tree to eat my pastry? I wouldn’t have met Wynn. It was quite unbelievable our encounter, under a tree real romantic stuff, especially in District Seven; it had to be under a tree in Seven. My life would be very different now if I hadn’t met him, I would still be doing the same stuff, bored out of my head and taking all the shit from Robbie. I wouldn’t have someone to laugh with, someone to endure long silences with, and someone to love. I know for sure we will be a perfect couple, even if I haven’t experienced love, I know the feelings I hold for Wynn are something special. Something out of this world special. More special than my love for beef pastries.

Glancing over at Wynn, I’d inspect him. What exactly do I love about him? His appearance of course, one of the key factors. What a damn sexy fella he is. It’s unbelievable how perfectly chiselled his face is and I guess muscles lay beneath his clothes. Ooh hard smooth muscles. Of course his personality is also a factor. He is so down to Earth, he understands my goofiness and we’re basically a magnetic match. I bet his third leg is big too.

Shaking the thought from my head, I’d try to stop my daydreaming; although it merely impossible to stop day dreaming about Wynn. When you’ve such a perfect special guy in your life, it is hard not to think about them for at least thirty-seven seconds, to be précised. It is ridiculous, the feelings swarming inside me because of him. Wynn has poisoned me with love, cursed me, he’s put me under a spell; it’s too hard to control my feelings for him.

Returning back to Earth, I’d listen to his words, his words a melody to my ears; even if he speaking about his living room. Glancing around the room as he spoke, I’d note down the size again. I am sure his family is huge; he may introduce me to them at some point. Oh, how am I to introduce him to mine? My mother, fine but the other two? A great fat no

"So what's it like at home? I've never heard you talk about it." It is expected for him to ask, seeing as I more or less know a lot about his home life. ”Oh have I not? It mustn’t of crossed my mind I wonder why. There is nothing fascinating about my life at home; typically I have quite a normal family, nothing interesting to share to Wynn. But he asked and I must deliver. ”Nothing great about my home, I just have a standard house. Standard parents and an arse hole of a brother. Slightly titling my head as I spoke, I shrug at the end comment. ”My life isn’t exciting, but I am sure you can change that” Following my comment with a wink, a giggle would erupt afterwards.

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W Y N N

The male from District Seven had been intrigued to know what Renly's life was at home, his home life would be the building block of his real life, what he does and what he says. He would nod slightly at the other boy's confusion due to the fact he had never talked about his home life before. ”Oh have I not? It mustn’t of crossed my mind." Wynn heard the male say. Folding his legs up into the corner of his chair he readjusted his body to get into a more comfortable position, which was legs hanging over the armrest and him just slumping onto the couch as he listened to Renly speak. 

”Nothing great about my home, I just have a standard house. Standard parents and an arse hole of a brother." Wynn would nod slowly, putting this information inside his head because this was general information he had to know. He watched as the boy across from him would tilt his head and shrug, speaking more words. ”My life isn’t exciting, but I am sure you can change that” A giggle would escape the boys lips along with a wink. Wynn would smile and let out a small laugh at the little joke that had gotten placed into his speaking. Wynn would fire back a response with a smile still planted on his lips. "You mean I don't make it exciting enough already?" He'd say, acting offended while he made a hurt face and then brightening up back to his regular smile.

He'd drum his fingers on the cushion he was sitting on as he'd look around the room a bit, trying to come up with a question to ask the boy. There were the simple ones, the ones that were just for plain old time passing. That'd be a good start? It was at least a question to ask, he didn't know much else than  that.

Though what of those simple questions? The lame route? The easy route? The basic route? What would be a generic question he could ask because he had no clue as of this time.

He decided to go with simple, that's always a good time filler.

"What's your favorite color?"

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Renly Myreen

"You mean I don't make it exciting enough already?" Glancing over at Wynn, I’d noticed quite a disgusted look on his face. Shit, I’ve offended him. Well done Renly, you’re brilliant, really you’re. You go and piss off the only person in your life that you actually care for. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, as if to say it was pissed off at me. Glancing back at Wynn, thankfully he saves me from my panic. He was just joking. Renly, are you so gullible that you can’t even take a joke? Stop panicking, you know he isn’t the one to be soft, or do you even know him enough … to push out your ridiculous jokes?

”Well you’re slowly making it exciting, it has definitely gotten better since you’ve joined it.” Really, all my words are true. My life was so dull before, my mind focusing on running and pies, now Wynn is there in my dreams. In my dreams, running, while carrying a pie.

Glancing over at Wynn, I’d watch as he’d adjust his seating on his chair. Why am I not sat with him? I feel like I should be laid next to him, snuggled up, both of our arms around each other. Or is it too soon? When is it never too soon? We’ve already kissed. Ooh that kiss, despite being wet, it was beautiful. I want to re-enact that moment right now. I just want to dive onto him right now and plant my lips onto his. Wrap my arms around him, having his warmth on me, his body close to mine. I would be in a total haven. But here I am sat on his sofa, sat up with my hands on his knees. Sat so formally, like I don’t want to break anything. Just relax Renly, it’s only Wynn’s house.

"What's your favorite color?"

Covering my face, I’d try to hold back the army of giggles marching up my throat; my defences would be weak. Bursting out with a slight chuckle, I’d react to how random and common his question was. Has our silence become that terrible, that we’ve to ask each other a series of questions? When can we ever have a normal conversation, which flows?

”Ooh I like blue. Like navy blue and steel blue mainly. I like dogs too, small ones and pies, definitely a beef pie.” Throwing in the answers to questions not already asked, I didn’t want us to just throw twenty-one questions at each other. ”And you? What are your favourites?”

Trying to fight the urge to get up and sit on Wynn, I’d tap my knees. Imagine just laying by him right now, hugging him. But would he want that?

Suddenly, I’d rise to my feet, my legs moving me reluctantly to Wynn. ”Can I sit with you? I am cold.”

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W Y N N

The older male would smile at Renly due to his comment, a small red blush starting to dance upon his cheeks. ”Well you’re slowly making it exciting, it has definitely gotten better since you’ve joined it.” Wynn had always thought this kind of stuff was always cheesy and not really necessary, but now that he was in this spot at that time listening to Renly speak, he didn't think it was that unnecessary at all. It was quite sweet in the males' opinion. Love was odd, it really was. Just a year ago Wynn was convinced that he was straight as an arrow, and here he is now in a room with a boy that he loves. There is no "possibility" in it, it's a fact. Not an inference, just a fact, Wynn Sawdust was in love with this boy. It could be written down for ages and ages, sent down as many generations that would actually care about the two boys love affair, not many people would.

He would be taken back to life as he would hear a very slight but audible giggling sound coming from the other boy's mouth as he had a hand covering his own mouth, leading Wynn to revealing a smile from his face. Happiness, he is able to say he is happy, he is safe-- he has nothing to worry about. ”Ooh I like blue. Like navy blue and steel blue mainly. I like dogs too, small ones and pies, definitely a beef pie.” Renly had said, answering other questions that could have been asked too, to get them out of the way. He speaks again, asking about Wynn's personal favorites. Smiling, he'd speak towards the male answering the question he had.

"Well, I like the color green, kind of the color of a leaf." He would pause, trying to think of other things he favors. "I like animals? I like people, I guess. People are cool. Food is nice, too." He said with a smile on his face, grinning at the boy nearby him. He would raise his eyebrows in interest as the boy stood up and walked over to him. "Can I sit with you? I'm cold."  Renly had asked. Nodding, he had responded. "Yeah, I am too." He said with a small smile still upon his face.

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Renly Myreen

I’ve never really thought about love before, despite being a hormonal teenage boy, it has never crossed my mind. The only things I have ever loved is food and running. But is it different to love a person, than an object? I am sure I have much deeper bolder feelings for Wynn, than I do for food, so it must be. I was never sure if I liked girls or boys, I’ve never had the conversation before and well I’ve never tried either. Now I am dipping into a boy and at the moment, loving a boy like Wynn is amazing. If this is what true love is, I want a higher dosage; I want to love Wynn more.

Listening to Wynn quite happily, I’d be intrigued to know his interests. I know very little about Wynn and I want to find out if we’ve more similarities. Even though a favourite colour will not play off much, it is still good information to know. He tells me he likes green. Green is probably eighty percent of Seven’s favourite colour, after all our work is draped in green leaves. Everywhere we look, there is green. Green bushes, green grass, green leaves, green faces when someone is sick. Although everywhere we go outside, there is blue…for twelve hours of the day. They sky above is blue and I am told the ocean is too but I’ll have to play off somebody else’s words.

"I like animals? I like people, I guess. People are cool. Food is nice, too." Giggling again at his answer, I haven’t gone five minutes without laughing. Wynn must have a laughter button for me, it is getting uncontrollable. I am surprised I have not goofed out yet, it is expected for me to at least snort, or loose oxygen in one of my laughing fits. However for a while I have not endured such things. Wynn is really helping me let loose a little. Sparking the lighter side of me, that has been tucked away in the darkness for a while. For once, I am in full blown happy mode. The better side of me, although I am not aware of any bad side…

”Well it is a good thing that you like people then and yes food is nice…very nice.” Stop it Renly, you’re approaching that goof mode. Although I am sure Wynn would likely appreciate witnessing it, I want him to witness it.

”Yeah, I am too." Confused by his response, I am unsure if that is an acceptance to my request to sit with him. Should I just do it? How will how plonk myself next to him, without it being awkward? I’ll probably end up hitting him in the face by accident and that would not make a good start.

Ignoring my worries, I’d somehow slip myself onto the sofa that he is on. Motioning to Wynn to budge up a little, I’d try and lay down beside him. Avoiding somewhat sitting on him, I’d feel like I am sitting on some delicate glass. Feeling his body close to mine as I try and adjust my seating, my body would flood itself with emotion. Oh dear ripred Renly, calm down Looking over to Wynn, I’d make sure that things haven’t gone awkward. ”Are you comfy? I can move back?”

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”Well it is a good thing that you like people then and yes food is nice…very nice.” The boy he had started to grow to know real well had said to Wynn, causing a smile to escape his own lips. Wynn found Renly quite adorable, cute even (though that should be no surprise by now, should it?). 

Shortly after he had said yes for Renly being able to sit with him, Renly moved closer and motioned for the male from seven to adjust his body position so Renly could sit, and once he did Renly had sat down. Simple enough, correct? It must be; after all, they were only sitting.

Wynn hadn't expected Renly to be so close to him; not that he was complaining about it. To say he wasn't enjoying it would be a lie, anyone would know that- he was, after-all, a male. He would shift slightly (though not enough to the point it made the position completely sensual, Wynn knew better than that). Hearing the male on top of him (it's so odd to be saying that), he would nod with speaking in a little bit of a lower voice. "Yeah, I am." He would say while coughing slightly to fix his voice. "Don't worry about it." The brunette assured the other boy.

Sitting there, he would have no clue of what correct actions to take and do. Would he ask what to do? No. He'd just sit there, and wait.

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Renly Myreen

Lying next to Wynn felt normal, if felt normal and relaxing but another emotion lingered in there; I can’t quite tell what. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe my body was craving to be next to Wynn and now it is happy that it has got what it wanted. I don’t know, it is just an unknown feeling. I’ve endured a lot of feelings lately, ones I have never felt before all because of Wynn. It is weird what he has done to me. I’ve had odd thoughts too, ones I’d only likely want to share with Wynn, my father would not be impressed with what is going on in my brain. However he believes I do not hold a brain in my head so I may be safe.

Who am I to share these thoughts with? Wynn is obviously the main contender, he’s the main reason for them but would it cause awkwardness between us if I shared such thoughts right now? Are we ready for that sort of thing? Really our friendship…or relationship has been just silences lately; we don’t seem the talkative pair although that seems opposite to me, I am always talking. I need to be the one to steer our conversation, helps us bond and find out more about each other. I don’t know about Wynn but I want us to last, to be real best friends…or lovers.

Adjusting myself again on the sofa, I’d make it so my face was exactly in front of Wynn, so that I can see him. Now I have a close up view of his appearance and it is just as good from a far. Relishing the moment, I want to be able to lay here and admire him forever. May it not be good for my health; it will be good for my heart. I love him and I want to be near him but how am I to share this thought with him?

”Comfier sofa now and I am much warmer.” Why did I lie to him so I could sit with him? If I had just said, I wanted to be closer to you; the rut I am stuck in now wouldn’t be so hard. I just want to pour all my feelings out right now but it is hard to take the lid off. I have never done this before, why is it so difficult to do? I am sure a lot of people do it every day. My mother must’ve done it to my father although I don’t understand why. How could she have possibly loved or still love a man like him? Or was it him who poured his love out? If he can do it, so can I.

Biting my lip, I’d try to fight the nerves battling it out inside me, I just need to push some words out of my mouth and it isn’t hard. Clamping my teeth together, it was as if my body was resisting, I just needed to fight it. Me and my heart and half my brain against the rest of my body, it is a battle I can win. ”I…” Stalling, a part of my words fall out, I just need to hurry the rest behind it.”I love you Wynn, I really do.” Spread across my face, a grin would follow my words, I love you three of the most hardest words to admit to someone but I have done it. Finally the battle has been won and I have started my essay on admitting my love for Wynn.

But now I have to wait for him. I can love him so but to make it special, to make me happy I need to know if he feels the same. Now this is the harder part, the wait for his response…

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