Ozzie Just Trying To Live

Mithrandir: Jamie pulls his car into a spot in front of the garage.  He glances over at Ozzie, a worried look crossing his expression, before turning off the car and getting out.  He moves to the door to the garage, unlocks it, and steps inside.  Chickie waits at the top of the stair, wagging all over for Jamie to walk up.  Which he does.
Mithrandir: ((OOPS forgot to put on Jamie))
Tsaaq: ((THAT ISN'T HIM?))
Tsaaq: ((I need glasses.))
Mithrandir: ((HAHA no it's a tall blonde dude wearing camo!))
Tsaaq: ((I DIDN'T NOTICE IM SORRY.))
Mithrandir: ((xD))
Tsaaq: Ozzie held a pout on his face, exiting the vehicle and going towards the garage, walking behind Jamie. "Hey pretty girl." Ozzie waved that the dog and sighed, still looking irritated.
Mithrandir: “Ozzie..”  Jamie starts, turning to face him with worried eyes.  “I /know/ you’re not okay right now.  I’ve never seen you get mad like that before.”  He takes a step towards him and raises both of his hands to rest on Ozzie’s arms, rubbing up and down absently.  “Are you...”  The corners of his lips turn down involuntarily.  “Are you into Brad?  Is that why it upsets you?"
Tsaaq: He sucked his teeth and crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh my gosh why are we even talking about this? It's stupid." Ozzie quickly looked away, a frown sealed on his lips. "Why would I be into him? How many times do I have to say he's gross. She's gross. It doesn't matter anyways so it's fine. Everything is fine." He rambled. "I got a little mad but it's not going to happen again."
Mithrandir: “Because..” Jamie starts off, more loudly than he’d intended, a bit of irritation sounding in his voice.  He continues, attempting a more calm tone.  “Because you’re only going to feel worse if you just bottle it up.  It does matter.”  His own frown remains on his face as he looks up to Ozzie, trying to make eye contact.  “Everything isn’t fine.  Talk to me, Ozzie."
Tsaaq: Ozzie's eyebrows knitted together and tried to keep looking away. "It's not fair." He whispered with a shrug. "I don't know. I don't want to talk about this. I just want to have fun, why can't we have fun?" He muttered.
Mithrandir: “No, Ozzie.”  One of his hands travels up to rest on Ozzie’s shoulder and he continues to look up at his face, just waiting for eye contact to happen again.  “You won’t have fun if you’re upset.  You can’t just brush off what just happened.  It was intense and I’m worried about you.  What’s not fair?"
Tsaaq: "I can though. I can do it. It's fine." Ozzie kept pouting. "I don't know, if he didn't like me he shouldn't have kissed me. That's messed up." He whispered looking up at Jamie. "I don't know. It's messed up."
Mithrandir: “Yeah…that’s messed up.”  Jamie responds quietly.  His fingers tighten slightly on Ozzie’s shoulder and arm.  “You can do so much better, though.  A guy like that doesn’t deserve you.  You know?  I’m..”  He presses his lips together and takes  a deep breath.  “I don’t know what to say right now."
Tsaaq: Ozzie shook his head, sniffling a little. "I know." He sighed, his frown growing wider. "But it's just-" Ozzie sounded very frustrated. "This is why I don't like talking about stuff. It sucks and it hurts." He said glancing at Jamie. "It's okay... You don't have to say anything. I know I'm dumb."
Mithrandir: “Ozzie!”  Jamie’s eyes widen and he appears genuinely surprised and slightly hurt at his words. “Ozzie..”  His fingers tighten once more involuntarily.  “That’s not what I’m trying to say at all."
Tsaaq: He inhaled deeply and continued to pout. "So what are you trying to say because I just feel dumb right now?" Ozzie muttered. "Cause I know I shouldn't like Brad but I do and I don't know why and now he probably hates me because that gross nasty girl he has sex with is probably talking shit about me."
Mithrandir: Jamie sighs and lowers his eyes, the wall suddenly becoming very interesting.  “I just…”  He gives a helpless shrug.  “He’s too good for you…and I don’t know..”  He brings his hands away and paces over to the window then halfway back towards Ozzie.  “I guess I’m trying to tell you that I’m into you…and I’m sure other people are too..”  He clears his throat awkwardly.  “So screw them.  You’re great and they’re not.”  He paces away again, this time staying at the window to hide his totally red face.
Tsaaq: "You're into me?" Ozzie asked with his eyes narrowing. "Like, you're into me like, you like me?" He asked, just to double check. Ozzie inhaled deeply, feeling a lump in his throat.
Mithrandir: “Yeah..”  Jamie says, still facing the window.  After a moment he spares a glance at Ozzie over his shoulder.  “Sorry..I shouldn’t have told you when you’re upset and stuff.."
Tsaaq: Ozzie poked out his lips a moment and went over to wrap his arms around Jamie. "I just want a hug right now." He sighed, leaning on Jamie's shoulder.
Mithrandir: Jamie gives a small smile and turns away from the window, opening his arms for Ozzie.  “Yeah..”  Wrapping his arms around him he gives what he hopes is a comforting squeeze.  “I’ve got you."
Tsaaq: He sighed loudly and squeezed him tightly in return. "Why do feelings suck?" Ozzie asked with a frown.
Mithrandir: “I dunno.”  Jamie rubs at his back slowly with one of his hands.  “I guess so that you can appreciate it better when they don’t suck?"
Tsaaq: "Why do you even like me?" Ozzie asked him as he pulled away from the hug and sputtered his lips. "I'm sorry I ruined everything tonight. We were supposed to have fun and I ruined it."
Mithrandir: “Ah..”  Jamie blinks up at him, thinking over the question for a moment before responding.  “Well.  You’re genuinely a nice person…angry Spanish yelling aside.”  He chuckles lightly before continuing.  “And you’re always really positive.  I admire that.  And I mean…I’ve found you attractive since I met you so..”  He gives a shrug and leans back against the window.  “You didn’t ruin anything.  I’m glad we talked.  Doesn’t it feel better to have stuff off your chest?"
Tsaaq: Ozzie held his gaze on Jamie and scratched the back of his neck. "This doesn't have to change anything right?" He asked him. "I don't know, I didn't mean to yell. She just made me so mad when she said I was jealous of her, like, be quiet. Why would I ever be jealous of you?" Ozzie grumbled. "I don't feel better, I feel sad now..."
Mithrandir: “What do you mean change anything?”  He presses his lips together in thought before answering.  “What she said wasn’t very nice…ah…I’m sorry.”  The corners of his lips turn down.  “I wasn’t trying to make you feel sad.  Shoot."
Tsaaq: "Like... We can still be friends. We don't have to do anything with each other or anything." Ozzie said awkwardly. "I know it wasn't nice. It's not my fault she's nasty." He sighed. "It's okay. This is why I usually don't talk about stuff." He grumbled.
Mithrandir: “Oh.”  Jamie lowers his eyes before looking up and giving a few nods.  “Yeah.  Yeah.  That’s cool.”  He scratches at the back of his head, ruffling the curls.  “I shouldn’t have forced it.  Need a ride home?"
Tsaaq: "Wait-" Ozzie said holding up his hand. "I mean, I don't know. I didn't mean like just friends forever or anything. I just- I don't know..." He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. "Can I just stay here, just for a little? At least until I think I have to let Lolo out?" Ozzie asked awkwardly
Mithrandir: Jamie gives a small smile and nods a few more times.  “I know what you’re saying.  It’s fine.  I kinda jumped the gun anyway.”  He gives a shrug as well.  “Yeah, that’s fine.  Take as long as you need.  I’m gonna go put on sweats."
Tsaaq: Ozzie nodded his head and started to laugh. "I'd spend the night but I'm not drunk enough." He said with a smile. Ozzie ran his fingers over his hair. "I'll just stay in the living room while you're changing and stuff..." He muttered.
Mithrandir: Jamie snorts as he moves into the next room.  “Jeez, you have to be drunk to spend the night?  Confidence booster.”  After a minute and some rustling he comes back around the corner wearing sweats and a t-shirt.  “I’m teasing."
Tsaaq: "I was about to say." He said with a shake of his head, crossing his arms over his chest and facing the window even though he knew he couldn't see Jamie. "Ugh, I shouldn't have yelled. Everyone probably thinks I'm some crazy latino guy now." He muttered, still scolding himself.
Mithrandir: He walks over to the couch and sinks into the cushions, propping up his legs and leaning back onto the pillows.  He invites Chickie up by patting at his legs and covers his eyes with his free arm.  “He cornered you.  And she wasn’t nice.  They pushed you.  I see your worry, though.  That was a lot of Spanish.  But they can get over it."
Tsaaq: He dropped down beside Jamie and slouched , reaching his hand out to scratch Chickie's ear. "We can just pretend it didn't happen." Ozzie suggested. "Let's watch something, I don't know. We're still on for the club tomorrow right? I'll just meet you there to save trouble."
Mithrandir: Jamie grins and removes his arm from his face to peer down at Ozzie.  “I’m fine with pretending it didn’t happen.  What do you want to watch?”  He sits up, careful to move Chickie with him and makes room on the couch for another person.  “Yeah, the club sounds fun.  And that sounds fine."
Tsaaq: "I don't know. Anything works." He said. "You know I don't want to be a diva." Ozzie sputtered his lips softly. "Can I... Lean on you?" He asked him, clearing his throat a moment. "It's okay if you don't want me to." Ozzie waved his hand at him.
Mithrandir: “Yeah, that’s fine.  Let me just get comfy first.”  He adjusts Chickie so that she’s not crushing his junk and leans back, into a more comfortable relaxed position.  “Uh..”  He glances down at his arrangement.  “Under arm or over arm?"
Tsaaq: Ozzie blinked a few times. "Uhhh I don't know. I might smell from sweating and being mad so maybe over?" He asked as he shifted in his spot on the couch cushion and leaned his head on Jamie's shoulder and probably fell asleep because he's like a muscly child.
Tsaaq: ((Mostly cause I have to go to bed xD))