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“Jett…Psst. Wakeup. Jett!” a low voice echoed past his ear, warm breath tickling on the back of his neck as a cool hand swatted at his hair, nudging him awake.
Jett squirmed from his place headfirst on the table, blearily blinking open his eyes as he was faced with the tabletop, pink haired head buried in his arms as he let out a groan. “Hmmm. Five more minutes Ez.” he whined, burying himself further into his arms as he shifted in his seat.
A screech sounded across the floor as his chair was yanked from behind the table. Jett yelped at the sudden movement, arms flailing wildly as he tried to regain his balance and remain off the floor. “What the hell man!” he exclaimed, voice coming out hoarser than expecting. He winced at the new exposure to the lights, throat itching unusually and eyes squinting.
“Don’t call me that.” said an unamused voice - and god he could hear the eyeroll in his voice -“It’s Ezra. Come on, we’re going to the arcade Blitz. You snooze, you lose, and I steal your high score.”
The voice in question belonged to a certain blonde headed boy. Proxy stood with his hands shoved deep into his baggy neon orange jacket, as always. His piercing greyish-blue eyes looked him up and down, face scrutinising as waves of judgement seemed to radiate off of him.
Yeah, so what if Jett looked like a mess right now? He felt like one too.
“Fine. It’s gonna be like that then Calder. Not like you could beat my high score anyways.” he croaked out, attempting his best at keeping up the snark factor, doubling down on the nickname’s and ignoring the sharp pounding in his head that had begun to grow.
As if reading his mind, Ezra frowned. A subtle quirk in his lips that creased his face. Even frowning, he didn’t look terrible. Not that he was attractive or anything. Because. Duh. Why would he think Ezra Calder of all things was attractive? Not at all the fact that he had really smooth skin, or pretty blonde hair that Jett really wanted to run his hands through, or soft pink lips that-
“Are you sick?” came Ezra’s voice- snappy yet laced with subtle concern. Before he could protest, the boy edged closer, leaning down to where he sat on the chair. Jett sucked in a breath as he closed the gap, pale hand pushing up his curly pink hair to smack against his forehead. It was small, just the back of his hand to his forehead, yet Jett felt himself go warm, face flushing red at the skin-to-skin contact.
“Oh wow, you’re really warm. Look, your face is even turning red dude.” stated Ezra, retracting his hand (and Jett did NOT deflate at the loss of contact, he wasn’t even the one with the proximity-based powers damnit!), “You shouldn’t go to the meetup if you’re not feeling 100 percent. I mean, who knows how your powers will react, chaos and all.”
Jett brushed the pink curls off his sweaty forehead, groggily getting up from the chair. He stretched his legs, cracking his knuckles in a way that earned a wince from the other. “Nah, nah I’m fine. Just tired is all. Stopped a few crimes on the way here, you know how it is. Besides, Cheshire would slime me out if I missed another meet up.” he chuckled.
He looked up to make eye contact with the blonde infront of him, only to find the other staring, a devious smile blooming on their face.
“What?” he exclaimed, “Do I have drool on my face? Have my piercings fallen out?”
Ezra only began to laugh, hand flying up to cover his mouth as his eyes crinkled. “No, no it’s nothing. You’ve just got a little mark from the table lol.” He gestured at the general area towards his face.
Jett flushed, reaching up to scrub at his face, “Is it gone now?”
“No, wait here, lemme-”
As if they weren’t already close enough, Ezra leaned forward. This close, Jett could spot the remnants of badly removed black eye shadow around his eyes, making the blue iris’s pop. Ezra reached up, cupping his cheek with those weird fingerless gloves and wiping at a spot with his thumb, before changing his plan of action by taking the base of his palm and aggressively rubbing at his skin.
“What the- Ezra!” cried Jett, exasperatedly pushing his friend off of him. In the distance, the faint sound of fireworks could be heard coming from outside. Jett ignored it, opting to pretend he didn’t hear it instead (stupid chaos powers).
“There, all gone.” the blonde smirked, sass filling his voice whilst making a show of dusting his hands, “Now come on, Jeffreys blowing up my notifications right now. Man, this server stuff’s really big now huh?”
Jett walked as he spoke, strolling around the room in search, “Umm.. yeah, totally. I’ve just got to grab my-”
“Your glasses?”
Like it was magic (which, knowing Ezra he had probably uses his powers), said pair of bright green glasses were sat pinched between his index and middle, as he waved them hazily around.
“Dudee,” He exclaimed, dragging out the end of the word, “You definitely used your powers to grab those. That’s totally cheating!” he blurted, throwing up his hands into the air before reaching over to grab his glasses.
Ezra took a quick sidestep, cackling all the while. It was a sharp sound that sent flutters down his spine and made him feel lightheaded (excusing the fact that his head was already aching). Because they were friends, obviously. And good friends appreciated their friends laughs! Totally normal, bro platonic stuff.
He was about to retaliate when his phone buzzed, the sharp pinging bypassing his do not disturb settings indicating the importance of the message. Fishing the phone from his pant pocket hastily, he opened it to discover at least 5 pings from one Lian Harper on the Teen Titans Server.
cheshirecat: @wildcard r u otw
cheshirecat: @wildcard @proxy
cheshirecat: RESPOND.
cheshirecat: @wildcard @proxy @wildcard @wildcard WHERE ARE YOU GUYS ARE U OTW ETA PLS
cheshirecat: IM GONNA NUKE YOU IF YOU’RE LATE AGAIN
Jett sighed, dragging his hand down his face and typing in a quick:
Wildcard: UGH give us a few I just woke up
Which was met with the various responses of:
fairplay: again, it’s noon??
cheshirecat: bro only wakes up at noon. ur sleep schedule is cookeddd
Wildcard: SHUT UP. am omw
Grumbling, he clicked his phone off and met eyes with Ezra, who had a cheeky smile stretched from side to side on his face.
“Lian?” he asked knowingly, eyes glinting in a way that seemed almost menacing (not to Jett though, he simply found it endearing)
“Lian.” Jett confirmed, nodding his head, “Now gimme my glasses, and let’s roll.”
To his surprise, rather than just handing him the glasses, Ezra had unfolded them up and was aiming to place them on his face. “Okay, stand still you vibrating pink ball of energy.”
Jett scoffed, “I’m tired, not a baby. I have hands you know!” he exclaimed, feigning annoyance to snub the fact that his heart had gone up to a million miles an hour like three times over the past 10 minutes.
Ezra simply ignored him, instead responding with a small hum as he placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
“Oh wow your eyes are really green. Like, if they were any yellower, they would be almost the same shade as these horrendous glasses.”
“Hey!” proclaimed Jett with mocked outrage.
Again, instead of replying, his teammate did the unthinkable...
“Boop!” he chirped, tapping him where the bridge of the glasses and his nose met. “There, you’ve got your glasses on now.”
He smiled, faux innocence failing to match the absolutely devious shine in his eyes and well, the rest of his general get up.
All at once, the lights started to flicker rainbow, the sprinklers turned on, rave music began to stream from the neighbours and the sound of a siren could be heard. Jett’s brain buzzed unhelpfully.
“Um, hello?” sputtered Ezra, waving his hand back and forth infront of the pink hairs face, “Was all that you?”
Jett wanted to quiver up into a ball and die right now on the spot in all his pink haired, neon yellow, slightly ill glory.
He decided the only way to get through this, was to lie straight through his teeth.
“Umm. For once, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t me.”
His phone chimed once more.
fairplay: @Wildcard ur phone hasn’t moved since u said u were otw. Everything good?
Jett felt himself start to gag. With haste, he sprinted towards the bathroom, shoving open the door with a thud. His legs collapsing onto the cool floors as he kneeled infront of the porcelain bowl and promptly emptied out the contents of his stomach, hands gripping the seat so tightly they turned almost as pink as his hair as he heaved.
Ezra followed, not far behind. He plopped down behind him on the bathroom tiles, rubbing slow circles on his back paired with the occasional stilted and awkward reminders to breath. Jett heard the telltale sound of fabric rustling and turned to find the other tapping away on his phone.
proxy: won’t be there. Jett just threw up all over the bathroom
cheshirecat: EWW details tmi but I hope he feels better soon
“You okay?” prodded Ezra, looking up from his phone to glance at his teammate.
Jett gave him a shaky thumbs up and a wicked smile… before timely leaning back down the bowl and resuming heaving again.
Okay. So yeah, maybe he was a bit sick.