you know the rules AND SO DO I.
guess who’s back.
…
Bitches.
Sorry.
I mean really guys.
curlyq-fabray asked: Artie. Where have you been hiding? I've had no one to torture. <3
Oh my, Have I been lacking in my civil duties?
Bad Artie, bad.
Sam took the bag and stared. Deciding not to comment on it, he looked at the boy in the wheelchair. “Yeah, you look ba-,” he cut himself off when he saw Artie’s glare. “Err… well. Did you want to watch the movies down here or up in my room? The living room has a flat screen, but my room has all my comics and stuff. I don’t know if you’d want to see them.”
Not being able to help it, he smirked. shaking his head a little, he flung some of the glitter in Sam’s direction. “Fully loaded.” Grin.
Artie’s face darkened into a serious scowl as he sat back, sizing Sam up. ”That all depends.” Artie glanced up the stairs, as though he was going to be able to see Sam’s collection from down here, “What do you have?”
Sam glared at the glitter on the floor, he’d have to remember to clean that up before his parents got back. If his dad saw, there would be questions. Shaking his head, he looked Artie. “Well, I have I have about everything except rare copies. They don’t come cheap, you know? And I like Marvel and DC so it ranges from Batman to X-men,” the blonde finished with pride. He’d been collecting ever since he’d been able to read one.
Artie sat there in the entry way of the Evans house hold for a moment longer, before turning his chair around and rolling right back out the door. He started down the walk way before stopping, and turning back, raising an eyebrow at Sam who was still standing in the doorway.
“Get your ass out here, I’m bored and you have a car.”
Sam gaped after the boy. After a second, he ran after him and snagged his wallet and car keys from the table by the door. “Where do you want to go?”
Sitting by the door, he leaned over and locked his wheels. Opening the passenger door, and the back door. Artie grabbed onto the inside handle and the seat cushion for support, and in one swift motion he hoisted himself up and into the passenger seat, pulling his legs in after him. Artie leaned down, collapsing his chair and sliding it into the backseat, closing the doors behind him.
“711.” he said conversationally, his voice not as winded as it should have been.
Why didn’t anyone tell me?
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Sam took the bag and stared. Deciding not to comment on it, he looked at the boy in the wheelchair. “Yeah, you look ba-,” he cut himself off when he saw Artie’s glare. “Err… well. Did you want to watch the movies down here or up in my room? The living room has a flat screen, but my room has all my comics and stuff. I don’t know if you’d want to see them.”
Not being able to help it, he smirked. shaking his head a little, he flung some of the glitter in Sam’s direction. “Fully loaded.” Grin.
Artie’s face darkened into a serious scowl as he sat back, sizing Sam up. ”That all depends.” Artie glanced up the stairs, as though he was going to be able to see Sam’s collection from down here, “What do you have?”
Sam glared at the glitter on the floor, he’d have to remember to clean that up before his parents got back. If his dad saw, there would be questions. Shaking his head, he looked Artie. “Well, I have I have about everything except rare copies. They don’t come cheap, you know? And I like Marvel and DC so it ranges from Batman to X-men,” the blonde finished with pride. He’d been collecting ever since he’d been able to read one.
Artie sat there in the entry way of the Evans house hold for a moment longer, before turning his chair around and rolling right back out the door. He started down the walk way before stopping, and turning back, raising an eyebrow at Sam who was still standing in the doorway.
“Get your ass out here, I’m bored and you have a car.”
Artie nodded at his dad as he rolled away from the car, nearing the front door. He wasn’t in the best mood; he had to shaperone his little sister’s slumber party. Which he wouldn’t have had to do if someone had invited him to a certain movie night. But he made it out with few battle scars; other than the glitter in his hair and the nails on his left hand (Which were a shade of purple that didn’t suit him; he had always been more of an autumn.) he was okay. He pulled out his phone, sitting in front of the door.
Dude. let me in.
Sam rushed down stair when he got Artie’s text. His parents weren’t home still and probably wouldn’t be back till sometime in the night. He opened the door and… tried not to stare at the glitter. “Hey, come on in.”
Artie rolled in, not sure if he should glare at Sam or give him the silent treatment. Which was kind of hard, seeing as though he was in the guy’s house. He mumbled a thank you, and pulled out a big bag of the brightest pink popcorn you have ever seen. Positively neon. He held it out for Sam to take, eyebrow raised.
“You have no idea what I’ve been through.”
Sam took the bag and stared. Deciding not to comment on it, he looked at the boy in the wheelchair. “Yeah, you look ba-,” he cut himself off when he saw Artie’s glare. “Err… well. Did you want to watch the movies down here or up in my room? The living room has a flat screen, but my room has all my comics and stuff. I don’t know if you’d want to see them.”
Not being able to help it, he smirked. shaking his head a little, he flung some of the glitter in Sam’s direction. “Fully loaded.” Grin.
Artie’s face darkened into a serious scowl as he sat back, sizing Sam up. ”That all depends.” Artie glanced up the stairs, as though he was going to be able to see Sam’s collection from down here, “What do you have?”
Artie nodded at his dad as he rolled away from the car, nearing the front door. He wasn’t in the best mood; he had to shaperone his little sister’s slumber party. Which he wouldn’t have had to do if someone had invited him to a certain movie night. But he made it out with few battle scars; other than the glitter in his hair and the nails on his left hand (Which were a shade of purple that didn’t suit him; he had always been more of an autumn.) he was okay. He pulled out his phone, sitting in front of the door.
Dude. let me in.
Sam rushed down stair when he got Artie’s text. His parents weren’t home still and probably wouldn’t be back till sometime in the night. He opened the door and… tried not to stare at the glitter. “Hey, come on in.”
Artie rolled in, not sure if he should glare at Sam or give him the silent treatment. Which was kind of hard, seeing as though he was in the guy’s house. He mumbled a thank you, and pulled out a big bag of the brightest pink popcorn you have ever seen. Positively neon. He held it out for Sam to take, eyebrow raised.
“You have no idea what I’ve been through.”
(Source: queueslikejagger)
