[OPEN] sex and candy?

[parish kennedy]

"Everything in England is far too complicated. They upped the cost of tuition to pay for that royal wedding like, last year. If you ask me, if you're getting married, you should pay for it. Not everyone living in your country. But I guess that's why I stayed in America." She shrugged, looking over at him. He certainly was a handsome one, she would give him that.

"You think you like boys, little one?" She asked, sensing there was something about him he was uneasy about. "Or is there something else troubling you? You're a far too handsome lad to be sad about anything." She said, climbing the stairs to the next level slowly. She'd grown to hate stairs.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris winced. And his wedding was supposed to be the next, being rushed to find a woman worth loving. It was far more difficult when you weren't attracted to them. He kept his mouth shut as he followed her up the stairs, but nearly tripped at her question. "I-..." He bit his lip in shame, looking around warily. But they were the only two at the moment. He sighed. "It's complicated." He admitted guiltily. "And I didn't want anybody here to know it, but I suppose it's only a matter of time, hm? Here, may I see your magazine?"

[parish kennedy]

"Things are only complicated when you make them seem complicated, little one." She said, handing him the magazine he asked for. But she didn't see what a magazine had to do with anything. But if he wanted the magazine, he could have it. "While you look at that, I'm going to the little pirate's room." She said with a smile. She walked to the bathroom down the hall, using it quickly before she washed her hands and fixed her lipstick. She walked back out to the boy, glancing in a store window.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris shook his head slowly. She didn't understand. He flipped through the pages, scowling down at the picture of himself with the headline 'On the hunt for a princess?' Luckily it didn't say anything about him leaving England. As far as anybody knew, he was still there. He waited for her, and pushed carefully away from the wall. Patient until she finished looking in the store window, he handed her the magazine opened up to the article, talking about the next royal ball and wedding as soon as he found a girl. He bit his lip. "You can't tell anybody, okay..?" He hadn't admitted to her first comment about sexuality being right, and hoped she thought this was his only problem instead.

[parish kennedy]

Parish took the magazine from him, reading slowly over the article. "Sounds like you could use a hat and a mustache." She said, looking over his picture. She was almost surprised Todde hadn't seen it and torn it out. But mostly because he hadn't see it. "I won't say anything, love. It just sounds like you need to find you a princess, hm?" She carefully tore out the article so Todde couldn't find it when he took the magazine back, and tucked it back into her bag. "As far as I'm concerned, this never existed." She said, crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash. She waved at Todde as they passed his shop, and he looked up from the other magazine he was reading to wave back before he looked down.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smiled weakly. "Yeah," He breathed, chewing thoughtfully on his lip. "And what better place than where people have yet to recognize me, where I'm not just wanted for fame?" He waved absently at the boy as they passed, the excuse having escaped him easily since it was the same one he had used on his own family. "I feel rushed, I suppose..with them all waiting." He sighed. "And after your comment, I feel terrible. It isn't like I can make the choices though.."

[parish kennedy]

She shrugged. She honestly didn't know what it was like. "Wouldn't it be far better to find someone who's like.. your type, you know? English and pretty. Sure, there's gonna be a hundred girls into you just to be a princess. But there's got to be one who likes you for you. And you're immortal now, so you've got all the time in the world." At least that's how she saw it. Maybe things weren't so easy and simple where he was from.

"I can see why having someone constantly waiting on you to choose would be bothersome, though. What if you don't really love the person you pick? You said being gay's a sin. Well so is divorce without reason." She opened the door to another store, about to walk in when someone stormed past her. "Well, excuse me." She said, rolling her eyes. "Some people were raised like cattle."

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris shrugged. "I like to taste test," He teased. "I was growing bored with such women, so I came here to see if I can't find something else. As for forever, perhaps I do, but I don't think my parents are patient enough for that. Royalty," He scoffed. "I don't get the big deal." He was safe for now, she had fallen for it. Maybe he would tell her the truth if he got to know her. But he'd had an accidental run in, nothing would come of it, would it? He chuckled at her comment as the person stormed past, shook his head and held the door open for her.

[parish kennedy]

"They probably want grandchildren. A gaurentee that you'll have a wife and someone to go to the throne with. All that junk." She said, smiling as he held open the door. "You might wanna avoid looking at the mall though. Most of the girls here are annoying and stupid and air headed. And they've probably never worked a day in their life." She looked through the jackets before she decided on one and brought it to the cashier. She paid for it, then pulled it on, putting her bag on her shoulder. "Ready?"

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris chuckled. "I hadn't planned on stopping at the mall until that -excuse my language- bastard, bit me." He smirked, following her in patiently while she tried the jackets until she finally picked one out. He smiled. "Looks good." He nodded when she asked if he was ready, and again held the door open before looking around. "Well then, where to?"

[parish kennedy]

"Well, we could always stop by the club first. It's dark there and no one's bound to know who you are." She fixed her bag, pulling the tag off of her jacket before she started out the door. She waved again at Todde as they passed, but he didn't see them this time. "Or we can go to the amusement park. They have rides and stuff there."

She pulled her phone out as it went off with a text from Todde. "Wanna hang with Todde tomorrow? And he can show you call the daylight stuff? Cause I'm usually asleep all day." She said, gently running her hand over her stomach. Maybe she should wake up more during the day, maybe see if someone wanted to adopt the baby in her stomach.

[paris moreau blanc]

"If we go to a club, you are dancing with me," He teased with a charming smile, walking with her. "I honestly don't mind what we do though." He walked with her quietly for a moment until she pulled her phone out. "I'd enjoy that, yeah," He breathed with a smile.
'Only because you think he's cute,' That more common voice teased and he bit his lip, looked at her with a sigh. "You know, I can't lie so easily to you.. and I do have another secret. It's what you said earlier, that I like boys..." His eyebrows furrowed and he drew in a slow breath. "I'm leading this big old gimmick, running off to America to find the perfect girl. Hardly," He scoffed. "I needed a break.. they want me to find a princess...but what I want is something I'll only be chided for.."

[parish kennedy]

"I hardly think I'm capable of dancing, but we can always try." She said with a laugh. she looked over at him when he started talking again, reaching over to pat his back gently. "You'd rather a prince than a princess?" She asked, opening the door for him before she followed him out. She looked up at him. "You know, if anyone decides they don't like you anymore because of it, you're always welcome here with me. If you want to. I wouldn't mind having you around." She said with a smile. She knew it was always nice to know there was someone there in case whoever you told got mad about it.

[paris moreau blanc]

"Yeah.." He admitted softly, smiled at her words "I'll keep that I mind..If I ever tell them." He ducked outside, murmurig a thanks as he slowed down to wait for her. "I just..am not sure what to do about the situation."

[parish kennedy]

"How about you stick around a little more? And maybe you'll find someone to bring home. Then you can bring them back with you and tell them 'look, I just really really don't like girls'. And if you need to, run like hell. If they don't want to make heirs to the throne, then they just won't have any. They'll have to see that." She gently ran her hand over her stomach, looking around the darkness. It bothered her a bit, but at least she had someone with her this time.