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Sleepovers!

Who: Everyone is invited!
What: Sleepovers!
When: Saturday night.
Where: Boys are in the , girls are in the SSS Headquarters.
Warnings: All kinds of shenanigans including a hot or not discussion. Let a mod know if there's anything you need to update in here as soon as it crops up! And possible violence but we have a bunch of violent buttheads here when is that ever not a possibility??

SLEEPOVER IN THE SSS HEADQUARTERS!

Girls only, September 14th. BYO Mattress and we'll lay them across the whole floor and it'll be like a bounce house but with mattresses! Food and drinks provided. Entertainment will include making fun of the boys, rating them on various factors, laughing at really embarrassing stories, horror stories, and basically anything else you can think of. Also kicking any perverts who come near the sleepover in places they won't appreciate. PJs only.

BOYS ONLY! SLEEPOVER IN THE GYM

The girls think they can have a sleepover and leave us out of the fun, but they're wrong! Join the Boys Only sleepover on the same night as the girls' for a great hang-out time! Food and drinks will be there. There'll be games too! And we're TOTALLY NOT GOING TO SPY ON THE GIRLS NO SIRREE.

QUICK LINKS
Obviously anyone can get into any event-- it's not like there's security besides the people at the sleepover. But be careful! If you get caught, who knows what horrors await those who are found sneaking in to a sleepover they weren't invited to!

Girls Side
Food & Drinks
Hot/Not of the Boys
Tales of Horror
Embarrassing Stories
Pillow Fight
Other (Conversations)

Boys Side
Food & Drinks
Hot/Not of the Girls
A Secret Mission
Twister
Pillow Fight
Other (Conversations)

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Alright so.. you just spin the thingy and it tells you where I put my hands or feet, right? [Jean first, just sort-a.. glad Bertholdt was here to be there unannounced third-wheal.

Spilling the little plastic arrow around till he got a color and a attachment to place over it.] Right hand on a red dot, I just pick one? [Doing so, pulling his hand over the red dot in the middle.]

Yeah, I think so. It starts out simple, then gets harder as you go, it seems.

[ Marco puts his right hand on a red dot ward the edge, giving Jean his space. ] Now what? Left-foot on green, is that it?

[Bertholdt stays silent for the most part, trying to keep away from them because one, he's awkward and two, he's a sweaty giant. He puts his hand down on the red dot in the corner, and his foot a bit further in on green.]

Like... this?

{ooc: pic for good reference because I forgot what this fucking thing looks like ahahh.}

[Sweaty is going to take up the whole mat..] Alright.. my turn. [Spinning the dial till it landed on a color..] Right foot, yellow. [Picking the side closer to Marco trying to think strategically. If Bertholdt ended up over top him Jean would surely fall that guy's heavy and sweaty, it's not the kinda weight he could support.]

Edited 2013-09-16 01:18 (UTC)

[ Marco honestly... okay, he's not normally this forward, but screw it. They're both dead, right? And they kissed. So it'd be totally fine if Jean fell and landed on him or something. So, right foot yellow, it is. Marco's flexible enough that he doesn't even mind. ]

Okay, next one?

[O-Oh wow-- there was two options, face to face with Bertholdt or Marco.. Jean knew who he was going to pick but that didn't stop the initial panic.] Ah-- right hand.. blue..

[Waiting for Marco to move, he only really had one way to go, same with Bertholdt, they would both need to move towards the center and guess who was dead in the middle curled between both their legs. Finally working up the courage to do it, faces so close their noses touched. Jean was obviously flustered, his cheeks so bright..only a fool wouldn't be able to tell what he was thinking.]

[With Jean turned to Marco, Bertholdt was met with Jean's ass in his face and he sighed, having to maneuver himself down and reach beneath Marco to touch his hand to...]

Left hand yellow.

[ Marco did just as instructed, smiling at Jean even as their faces almost touched. He'd been using his left hand to balance himself, but now he'd have bring it down. There was only so much room for him to move. ]

I can see how this can get complicated quickly...

Y-yeah.. [God-- He can just smell in on himself already, nervously sweating all over. Surely going to slip and fall right on his ass if his palms didn't dry soon enough. Their faces so close.. feeling like such a coward. Why was this so hard?]

M-marco.. I- [Just the sound of his name sent his heart racing, this was getting ridiculous!! Eye's rammed closed and lips threw themselves against his- this would be the only kiss Jean has ever given someone, other then his mother.. His feelings still very hard to express, physical contact was the only thing that seemed to work them out of the cracks that held him back.]

[ O-oh, well... that certainly catches Marco off-guard. While they'd kissed once before, he wasn't actually expecting Jean to-- it's an awesome surprise, of course. He's going to ruin their game like this, but Marco doesn't mind all that much. He gladly kisses back, not even losing his balance as he leans in. ]

[ Bertholdt is gonna see, Jean... ]

[Well..... Finally.]

[He doesn't know whether to be happy, or just sigh. Bertholdt's heart sinks a little. He doesn't like either of them, but it... still makes him feel a little shitty.]

[Bertholdt knew it would happen, had even hoped it would, but ...he was jealous. Not of either one of them in particular... just jealous that they had one another, when he..............]

[He doesn't even try stopping the game, or ruining it for them like he sort of wants to. He slips his hand from underneath their hovering bodies and gets up off the mat. Straightening up, he hurries out of the room.]

[Not expecting Bertholdt to up and leave, his judgement clouded by his own wants and need pulling off Marco's lips with a sick look on his face. Worried enough as he was over his feelings fucking up his relationship with his best friend let alone the few people from his world that were left.. Had he done something wrong? This was so bullshiting-ly hard it wasn't fair..

He can't really.. seem to make a decision on what to do next, not until hearing Marco's reaction and perhaps that was a bit selfish but-- damn it! He can't always think of everyone else, Jean's got his own problems too, you know? The leader in him wants to go drag that kid back and make him sit down and tell the only two people he's got left what makes him so god damn sad but.. that takes some courage Jean's lacking right about now.]

Ah-ah, Bertholdt...! [ Marco tries to reach for the taller teen but he ends up losing his balance, landing on Jean with an 'oof.' Was it... not okay? Well, Marco knew for a fact that Bertholdt was interested in Reiner. Maybe seeing Marco and Jean reminded him of him crush? ]

[ Dammit, now he feels bad... ]

Sorry about that, Jean... I guess we scared him off.

[Jean really didn't mind how crushed he felt right about now... so many things rushing though his brain currently most importantly, before anything else, was his concern of Marco uncaring of what happened.. mostly the kissing part, that had taken so much courage..]

Y-yeah.. we should go, ah-- find him, you know.. a-after-

[-"you get off of me." Eye averting with flushed cheeks, can't even finish his sentences.]

[ Can you blame Marco for being concerned? Jean might want him off, but it's too bad Marco just pulls Jean into a hug. Now that he'd initiated a kiss-- during Twister, no less, that pretty much made them official, right?. Marco looked down at Jean, his cheeks flushed. Gosh, he didn't think it was possible for Jean to throw caution to the wind. ]

You really do like me, huh, Jean?

[Arms went right around the other boy when they hugged, face nestled quietly in Marco's shoulders thinking long and hard over what this was all going to mean in a few hours.. Just kinda blushing right back as their eyes locked to a gaze, hands slowly coming down from his back and over Marco's shoulders.]

Y-yeah.. Yeah, I do.

A lot more than you probable will believe, but whatever...

Aw, Jean. I believe you.

[ Marco noses at Jean's hair, chuckling softly. He's had a crush on Jean for some time, but he never even let himself imagine that Jean might like him back. It's like he's dreaming. He leans in to press a soft kiss on Jean lips, his face lit up to a smile. ]

After all, I like you too.

[It feels so strange to finally kiss someone you like.. it different from a family kiss or one you don't want to give. Something is just special about it.. something warm, makes the blood in your body course through rapidly, you feel cozy in your own skin.]

Y-you do? I mean.. I know.. I knew that ah-..

Hehe, you don't have to play it cool for me, Jean. I like you just the way you are, you know that.

[ That is to say, he likes that you're a huge loser, Jean. Marco's all warm and fuzzy, happy to know that--well, wow, that Jean could like him too... Marco feels like the luckiest guy on earth, he'd been so sure Jean wouldn't... ]

I'm really glad you like me too, though.

[So many people could be watching them, listening.. he wasn't sure how open he was personally ready to be. Still something itched and pulled in the back of his head that Jean might not want this.. but it was very faint.]

After this.. you know, after we find Bertholdt and the parties over um--.. like tomorrow, I guess, wanna.. g-go on a-- do something together?

[A gulp, knowing he sounded like a confused fools minded ass. Honestly he didn't want to wait but they really should ditch Bertholdt like this..right? His personality so upfront and blunt about almost any other subject except his feelings. Awww- how 15 year-old boy of you, Jean.]

[ Wow, Jean was totally asking him out on a date. His flustered face is so... adorable. How could Marco turn him down? ]

Sure! [ Marco rolls off of Jean, sitting up and taking his hand. ] What do you have in mind? We could hang out on the roof together, I hear it's usually empty...

[ Meaning Jean wouldn't have to worry about embarrassing himself. Marco knows how much Jean cares about his 'image.' ]

[Jean's grossly sweaty hand, it's all for you.] Y-yeah, somewhere quiet..

[Somewhere no one could bother them, sorta stuck between a rock and a hard place figuring out his feelings by himself.. courage lacking to simply talk about it in public.] The roof would be good, I've never checked out that stream either.. the one under the bridge.. [Surely no one would be snooping around down there. Anywhere without any damn people..]

Okay, that sounds good. [ Marco totally grips Jean's gross sweaty hand. It's not like Marco's isn't just as bad, he's just way better about talking about his feelings. Though he knows Jean well enough to figure most of it out. ]

We can meet up, and you can take me wherever you're comfortable? That way we can get some privacy...

[ Privacy... with Jean... Oh gosh. ]

[Jean can't say he feels all that mature with how Marco's handling himself, the other boy so collected as if his emotions where all thought out and organized. It was strangely nice.. for once it was okay that he wasn't dominating the conversation, Jean still felt sorta in charge of their activities.. so it was nice..]

Y-yeah.. Privacy, heh-- don't say it like that, pervert. [Smirking between his flushed cheeks, a joke to break the tension ~~hopefully~~.]

O-oh! [ That definitely broke it-- well, now Marco's the one who's blushing furiously. ]

I didn't mean it like that! I-I mean...!

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