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Title: Unexpected
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly
Word count: 344
Pairing: Dick/Tim
Warnings: fluff, boy kissing


Tim’s pacing the rooftop, waiting to see if Dick is going to catch up. They’d gotten separated while taking out a couple drug dealers down on 52nd street when Tim followed one of them, beating him to a pulp then delivering him to the front steps of the GCPD. It has been fifteen minutes – he’d kept track – and this is unusual to not see him, not to hear from him. There wasn’t any reason to worry, of course, because Dick can take care of himself. But there’s an inkling of worry in the far reaches of Tim’s mind. He opens and closes his hands, flexing them on his bo staff and twirling it slightly, convincing himself that this is overreacting.

An arm is suddenly slung over his shoulder, reassuringly, as Dick materializes behind him. For a second, Tim’s head is spinning and he’s not thinking clearly. The coalescence of worry and then relief stirred up more emotion. How many times had he thought about it? How many times had he used every shred of power to force those thoughts out of his head? Why was he thinking that right now would be the perfect chance to just do what he had so longed to?
“Hey, sorry ‘bout that.” Dick apologizes still leaning sideways on the boy. Tim turns to face him and, with little hesitation, leans up to kiss him, slowly and lightly at first, just the barest hint of contact. Dick places his hands on Tim’s shoulders and pushes away – there’s a brief hesitation in the grasp his fingers have on the boy - but in another infinitesimal instant, he pulls Tim back towards him, crushing any space that may have existed between them. The kiss is warm and almost thankful; Tim can’t help but lean into the man, tasting him, feeling the heat emanating between their lips.
They broke apart slightly, breathing ragged. “That was… everything I had hoped.” Tim says, smiling.
“That was unexpected.” Dick chuckles, ruffling Tim’s hair a little and mirroring the happiness he can see in Tim’s eyes.

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No one reads this so it needs no subject. I have decided that Livejournal has too many users, all of whom would rather find porn groups than read my life. So whatever. I won't even try. Blah.

Saturday... in the park... I know it's not the 4th of July. Aaaand, no one gets that because I am the only one in my age bracket who listens to Chicago. ANYway, it's quarter to 12 on a Saturday morning and I am awake. Kind of. I wake up all achey and I hate it. ::Stretch and grow:: Last night we saw "The Good Girl." Pretty good movie. I reccomend it. Anyway, I am going to hop on over to diary-x. Follow me everybody!
http://allstarme79.diary-x.com

Employed! I think. Steve said that if they send you on a drug test, you are almost there. So yay! I might be a CompUSA employee soon. How nervewracking! But I know I can do this. Training will be fun. If I look at it that way. I can do anything if I just try and give it my all. Well, I am too excited to write anymore. But yay!

Bleh. No one is here and today is just my waiting day. Tomorrow proves whether I can get a job. But for now, I have nothing to do. Guess I could be playing games or something. Or eating for fun. I don't get hungry, I get bored. That's for you, Ell, if you ever read this. Yeah, I kind of miss having Ash's brother here. Even if everyone else left, he'd still be here to watch American Gladiators or Trading Spaces or Emergency vets with me. Heh heh. It's good to have tv buddies. Anyway, I have to go find... something... to do.

Just messing around online. The advent of this job interview has livened my spirits and I feel pretty good right now. I can't decide, though, if I'd rather keep surfing the net or play some Magic with Steve. It's definitely a decision. Blah. Decisions suck.
Don't have too many random thoughts for this entry. The only one would be... no one makes notes! No one cares. :: big sad face :: Bleh.

Well, I got an interview. Finally. There was a drought there for a while when no one was even scheduling interviews with me. What with all the applications I put in, I was surprised. Anyway, on Wednesday at 3 I will be interviewed. And hopefully employed. I want this job so much. Cashier, computer store, benfits, full time. It's going to be hard work but I want it. I want something to do. Just finding out I got the interview made me go out and do some cleaning up around here. I guess I am motivated by accomplishment. Woo hoo!

Well that didn't really go as I would have liked. I talked to the "Operations manager" who told me the front end manager wasn't going to be in until 5 and probably wouldn't look at applications today. The only encouraging thing she was that she'd put mine on top. Yeah, ok. So that's going to get me really far. Now all I can do is wait. Tell the bill collectors that.

I am about to go to CompUSA again and hopefully things will work out. I really really really need a job. More than I ever have. I am so broke! Anyway, wish me luck!

Wow. So, I went to CompUSA again today in search of a manager but no one was there. It sucks. So I am again, tired, poor, and hungry. They said being a college kid would be hard. College was easy. Post college sucks ass.
So I am reduced to watching Little League and eating crappy starches (because they're easy to cook). My little league team plays in two hours. Go Worcester! They won't beat Kentucky though. Those boys are too farm-raised, too beefy to not beat those skinny New England kids. They probably run 'em like oxen through the wheat fields or something out there. Those KY kids are 11 and 12 and look like 17-18 year olds. Good bones in 'em.
God, I hate Eminem so much. So I wish he'd stop making catchy music. I don't want to have to listen to you, you faker! "Stop being so cocky", is what I'd tell him if I ever saw his ass. Stop thinking you're special. Millions of kids have shitty childhoods, ok? You're not the only one. You're not the only one who's ever triumphed either. And wtf is "8 Mile?" God, try using correct grammar you fake-ass ghetto white trash trailer punk? Ok, the rant about Eminem is over. Back to humming along to his songs.
Alright, I'm out.

Ok, so I wrote the number wron on my diary-x. It's 79. Not 89. I'm retarded. Anyway. I am going to Comp USA tpday because Steve says they are looking for cashiers. I shall try my best.

Well, I know I haven't updated, in well, forever. I have been over at diary-x. (http://allstarme89.diary-x.com) ((GO!!))
But anyway, nothing is going on since I have no friends on here or nothing dramatic in my life. Maybe YOU'LL add something to it. I don't know. Say something cotroversial. Say something that will spawn a big conversation. Talk to me, people!
Hee hee. Anyway, I'm out. Hop on over to diary x. L8r.

Hey all, I was just stopping in to see if anyone was posting. Guess not. Anyway, we're seeing Star Wars tonight. Lots of people say it suck but other claim it is awesome. We will see. ANyway, check you all later

Just thought I would drop in to say hi to anyone who may be posting. If anyone... ever... finds me. Ah sigh. I am mindlessly playing Atomica and feeling blah. Something about not having the obligation to go to school the next semester for the first time in 19 years really depresses a person. Oh sigh.

Hey all. If you've come here from somewhere and don't know me, then that's good. I don't know you either. Heh heh heh. But that's the point. So hey! Wassup?