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[David & Izak] The Basketball Diaries
Dad had texted just before practice that he was going to be late again - and Mom was in London tonight, anyway, sleeping off her last international flight - so David hadn't seen much point in going home. Probably would have just been Rosa's enchiladas, he thought. Not that it was a bad thing, but sitting at the kitchen island in their silent apartment wasn't exactly his idea of a good time.
Of course, the problem with going to school where he did was that everyone else he knew - even the other guys on the team - were too worried about whether they'd get into Notre Dame or Stanford or wherever to do anything that might approach fun. Never mind they'd all been admitted now. Hell, he was even admitted now, even if his five acceptances didn't have Ivy cachet. They were all stuck in the habit, even now that grades didn't matter anymore.
Well, whatever, he thought as he sacked out on a bench and glanced in all directions before he slipped a joint out of his pocket. Just a few more months of this, then they'd all be away. It probably didn't much matter now.
He barely saw the shadow of someone coming by him as he was lighting up, and David's eyes flashed upwards, uncharacteristically sharp and incisive for a moment. Then he saw who it was, and he grinned.
"Hey, Kagan. You're out late. Riding herd on your baby sis?"
Of course, the problem with going to school where he did was that everyone else he knew - even the other guys on the team - were too worried about whether they'd get into Notre Dame or Stanford or wherever to do anything that might approach fun. Never mind they'd all been admitted now. Hell, he was even admitted now, even if his five acceptances didn't have Ivy cachet. They were all stuck in the habit, even now that grades didn't matter anymore.
Well, whatever, he thought as he sacked out on a bench and glanced in all directions before he slipped a joint out of his pocket. Just a few more months of this, then they'd all be away. It probably didn't much matter now.
He barely saw the shadow of someone coming by him as he was lighting up, and David's eyes flashed upwards, uncharacteristically sharp and incisive for a moment. Then he saw who it was, and he grinned.
"Hey, Kagan. You're out late. Riding herd on your baby sis?"
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"Sure," he said instead. "Yeah. Not everyone finds Mike Sullivan attractive, you know." Including, if David had to guess, Izak's little sister, no matter how much she flirted with him. "I bet you're cute with your glasses, anyway. Let me guess, they're those plastic black types."
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And in truth, it only took Hadyn backhanding him once when he was 11 for Izak to decide somethings weren't worth pissing your parents off that much. Even if, ironically, it had been Hadyn's reaction to the incident that disturbed him more than actually getting popped.
"Well, no. Guess not." He said, nodding before laughing a little. "Yeah. That's it. Total hipster frames." He'd worn them to school a few times, when his contacts were acting up or he lost one. If he'd have thought about it, he'd have thought David would have seen him in them at least once.
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He leaned back as the waitress dumped cheese bread on the table, then grabbed one, dipping it in sauce and chewing thoughtfully. "So, do you want to fool around, or are you just in it for the pizza?"
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Then he almost choked on it, looking both surprised and mortified at the same time after David's last question. The smartass in him had a witty comeback, one that he might have been able to pull off around his friends with even a smarmy smugness he'd learned from his Uncle. But the words 'why not both?' just sort of stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.
"I-uh," he started, looking a bit bashful as he picked at the table, trying to regain some of his calm, coolness. "Well- I...I don't want to assume things, I mean. Buying dinner...or whatever, isn't like 'do me now' or something. No-not that I don't want to, because...I would. Like that. I just. Um...."
He trailed off, staring at the breadstick for a moment as he chewed on his bottom lip. He was so fucking hopeless, he thought.
"I mean....yeah. Yes. I. Would." There, he thought, he'd said it. Even if he couldn't quite look at David when he did.
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Any other boy, David thought, and he'd be full of his own sly, witty quips. Another night, he might have said them anyway, to see just how red Izak Kagan could blush. He wasn't so much in the mood, though.
"That's good to hear," he said lazily. "Dad's not getting home 'till late tonight, if you want to go to my place."
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"Um." He started, looking up at David finally, and feeling utterly out of place in that moment. "Yeah. Yeah, sure. I mean. Sounds cool."
He was so going to be dead by the end of the night at this rate, might as well make it worth it. Right?
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"I rarely kill visitors, promise," he said as he flicked his hair out of his eyes. "It's not the opening scene of a Wes Craven movie or anything."
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"I just..." It wasn't like he could admit it was a virgin. Though, he thought, he kind of already had. So. Yeah. "I just...sort of feel like I'm gonna wake up any second now."
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"You know, I'm just a guy. Not...I don't know, Bono or something."
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"Sorry, I just..." He sighed a little. "No one's ever been interested in me before, so it kinda seems a little unreal." And for better or worse, David was a jock. And for all he knew this was a total Drew Berrymore, Never Been Kissed, plot set up from hell. "I'm not Tyler, who I am pretty sure has fooled around with everyone in his year."
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"Maybe you just haven't noticed that anyone's been interested in you before," he said. It was true that Izak wasn't a...magnet the way his younger brother and sister were; even David had noticed that both Tyler and Sarah were surrounded by very distinct hives of admiring types. But still, he was pretty sure there were a few boys and girls who went for the cute, awkward thing. Not just him.
He wasn't particularly unique when it came to guys, after all.
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Reaching out, though, he picked up a slice and took a bite. Mulling over things he chewed on the piece quietly before looking at David curiously. "Can I get away with asking how long I've been completely stupid and oblivious to your interest?"
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"About three months, I think," he said. "Before basketball started. Around when Tyler was making you play goalie for his free kicks on the field."
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"Ah," he said, after a moment. And then he laughed, more at himself than anything. "Sorry, I know. I'm saying that a lot. Just sort of impressed you noticed me more than Tyler, I guess." Ty was, in some ways, an athletic dream boat all on his own. With the bad boy attitude to boot. It made him rather 'hot' with the girls, and some of the guys.
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"If you're trying to set him up, though," he added with a half-grin, "I'm pretty sure at least three of the basketball cheerleaders have been writing his name with theirs in little hearts."
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And it, honestly, hadn't been much of a 'dating', Izak thought. Caroline just sort of refused to be broken up with. "You should introduce them though, maybe someone will tame his wild heart."
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"You kind of sound like the back of the romance novels I think they read," he said. "Could she, the third cheerleader in the basketball pyramid, take the wild heart of the school's brooding soccer star? Or would their separate sports keep them star-crossed?"
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Ty's issues were not painted on walls or anything, but it did make him very much the subject of budding romance novels. There was no doubt in that. "It is what he gets for not smiling, I think. Not trying to be 'happy'."
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"Maybe it feels like he'd be pretending," David offered, leaning back a little. "Pretending to be something you're not really can suck. Especially in the long-term."
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Well, maybe. In his opinion it couldn't hurt at all.
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He shrugged. "Well, we're teenagers," he said lightly. "I've heard that our hormones are supposed to be out of control. That's what Granma keeps telling Dad when he whines, at least."
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But that was not what having pizza with one of the hottest jocks was all about.
"Though, if we are gonna focus on hormones, it should probably be mine. And yours. Together."
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"Got enough sustenance to focus?"
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"For the road and all." He said, before pulling out his wallet and handing over a card to pay for the food.
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"I'll get it next time," he said lazily. "We can heat up the leftovers after some...adventures."
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