ROLL WITH US -*

[isaac elijah nowak]

His place was a mess! How could he let that happen? Ike was normally neat when it came down to his stuff but lately he had been too busy with school to take some time to clean his place. There were a few assignments he had pending and a couple songs that were hitting his head like mining dwarves and he just had to put them on paper before the tunes drove him insane. He pulled the stash of papers together and formed a small mount with them and proceeded to do the same with the scattered music sheets and books. Ever since his roommate graduated he had a lot of free space and he made good use of it. The guy, Leon, was even kind enough to leave the furniture behind so the place looked as if he hadn’t left at all. Ike had the slightest of crushes on Leon. He had been a musician as well and he kindly showed him around the academy on his first day. After that Leon mentioned he needed a roommate and Ike gladly accepted. He was over it now of course, Leon was into girls and he was already gone. Besides the fact that Ike kinda missed the company and his friend’s cooking skills another problem soon surfaced from being left alone: rent. The apartment was in a good neighborhood. It was small and on the top floor. The owner had modified it so that it would be some sort of a two stores apartment with the kitchen, a buffet and the living room on the bottom floor and a studio and a bedroom in the top floor. Instead of sleeping each in one room they decided to share and use the spare one as a music room. Considering the location and just how well designed the place was it wasn’t a surprise the rent was rather expensive. Ike couldn’t really handle it on his own and so he would have to find a partner sooner or later.

But anyway, thoughts of partners weren’t what plagued his mind as he picked up some dirty dishes and washed them. He had invited Conan over and they would cook some pie. Ike had met Conan the other day and he couldn’t say he knew the other guy all that well. He seemed sweet, kind and very talented and that was all Ike needed to feel an instant liking for the guy. Ike also found it amusing how he blushed at pretty much anything he said. It was rather cute. They had barely met and they already had a whole bunch of things planned. They had the cooking thing, and Ike also said he would help him to buy a dog. There was also the date for dinner and a musical which ike was really looking forward to. It wasn’t common that Ike found himself being so familiar with someone so easily and so fast, but Conan just had that effect on him.

The dishes were done and the scattered laundry was folded or tossed away to hidden places. The place was ready for any visitors. Ike felt kinda bad for asking and taking so much time of Conan but the other didn’t seem to mind. He made a mental note to make up for it by helping him in a rehearsal or something like that. Plopping on the couch with a tired yet relieved sigh, Ike glanced at his watch to see how much longer til Conan got there. He barely had five minutes! Well at least the apartment didn’t look like a bomb exploded inside anymore. Running upstairs and into his room he searched inside his closet for something casual to wear. A blue striped shirt and some skinny jeans would have to do. He was brushing his messy black hair now when the doorbell interrupted him. Punctuality was sometimes a drag when it was him the one who was running late. Reaching to the stairs he peeked down to the bottom floor and with an audible voice he said: “The door’s open! I’ll be down in a minute!!” He said, hoping Conan would make himself at home while he finished controlling his hair and fishing his sneakers from under the bed.

CONAN TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO BAKE A PIE! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PAD, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 709 WORDS. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[conan joseph avery albright]

Conan logged off the chatroom and went around his room, changing into one of his glamorous and stylish outfits he had. Smiling in approval, he walked downstairs and grabbed the bag of pie ingredients that he had gotten earlier. He picked it up, double checking that he had everything he needed. Nodding slightly, he grabbed an extra can of whipped cream, just in case the other one didn't last very long. Turning around, he was surprised to see his dad there. “Hello, Dad. I made your dinner just a few moments ago. It's in the oven. Remember it is hot, so make sure not to burn yourself with it. Love you!” he said in his happy, higher pitched voice as he went to walk past the older man.

However, Conan's father raised an eyebrow and grabbed his shoulder gently. “Where do you think you are going this late at night?” he asked slightly, looking the younger man in the eyes. The actor chuckled and shook his head at how protective his father was. “I am going to a friends house to teach him how to bake a pie. He is from school, Dad.” the brunette boy said. Seeing as how Conan's father thought he was straight, it was obvious he was worried about his son having sex with a girl at such a young age. Though, as soon as the older man heard that it was a boy, he let go of the young man's shoulder and nodded. “Just don't stay out too late, son. You might get lost.”

Rolling his eyes, he leaned against the counter and raised an eyebrow. “Dad, we have lived here three years. I am sure I know how to get around Paris without any issues such as getting lost. Anyway, I need to go so I won't be late. Ciao, Dad!” he said, waving goodbye to his middle-aged father and headed out the door. He stepped onto the sidewalk, signaling for a taxi to pick him up. One came by seconds after, making Conan smile happily as he got in. “Take me here, please?” he asked, giving a piece of paper to the driver. The guy nodded his head and pulled away from the sidewalk, making the car zoom down the road.

Conan bit his bottom lip slightly, looking out the window of the cab. He wondered what Ike's place looked like. If it was big or small. If he had a dog. How big his bed was...'Shush Conan, don't think like that! Geez, you are still a virgin, no need to sound like a person who has sexual tension...' he thought to himself as he blushed slightly. However, the actor was just that. He was a guy who needed to get laid. But he was still a virgin and he practiced abstinence. As if he would get married, though. He was into guys, not girls. Unless he got married to a guy. 'Ike would be a wonderful husband...Oh there you go again, Conan. Stop that!'

Sighing softly, the taxi stopped at the address. Paying for the bill, he stepped out of the taxi and got his things. The taxi took off and Conan turned around, looking at the place. “No need to get nervous....just go...” he said to himself softly. He walked inside and got on the elevator, pushing the right floor number. Humming along to the song in the machine, he felt the deja vu of when he went to Sam's place to help him bake his pie. 'Well, this feels so familiar...' he thought as the elevator made a 'ding' noise. Well, this was the floor.

Conan got out and started walking down at the paper, finding Ike's room. He rang the bell and he suddenly began to get nervous. 'Calm down, Conan. It's just Ike. The guy who saved you before....the extremely cute guy you want to do things with....NO STOP IT.' he shook his head as he heard the voice of Ike from inside telling him to come in. Nodding, he opened the door and stepped inside. “Hi~! I'm here.” he said. Going over to the couch, he sat down. Might as well make himself comfortable while he waited for his friend to finish what he was doing.

tag: ISAAC
words: 709 wow weird xD
noted: BAKE A PIE <3

[isaac elijah nowak]

Fetching the sneakers from under the bed had been quite a hard task. A huge spider crawled out reminding Ike that he should’ve done some cleaning the past weekend. Oh well too late for that. The blue and yellow shoes were secure on his feet now and his hair stopped being an unruly monster so now he was set after three minutes of wait. Running down the stairs he shot an apologetic smile at Conan. “Sorry about that. I had to put away a lot of stuff so it wouldn’t look like a bachelor pad or something like that.” He chuckled at his own clumsiness and took the bag of ingredients from Conan’s hands. “Make yourself at home.” He extended his hand to show the rest of the apartment. “If you need anything just say it. Oh the kitchen is over there.” He said, pointing at the kitchenette beside the entrance door. “I don’t know if we have all we need though…” He said while walking towards the buffet bar and setting the bag on top of it. “I wasn’t exactly in charge of the kitchen while I had a roommate.” He shrugged in an amused way. Lately his meals had been either microwaved or he ate out with friends and class mates. In fact, ever since the school year started he hadn’t even opened the oven or turned the burners on.

To be honest Ike was quite excited about the entire cooking deal. He had also been in an awfully good mood ever since he met Conan. Even his friends at the academy noticed it, he sang better and a lot of cheerful songs enter his repertoire. Ike usually just shrugged it off and said that it had been a while since he found someone he had so much in common with. The dog hunting and the musical they talked about also made him excited. Maybe it was because he hadn’t had a good time with a friend in a long while.

Taking out the ingredients and placing them on the table, Ike’s mind began wandering away to just how quickly and nicely his friendship with Conan had evolved. They teased each other, they fooled around and they talked about a lot of stuff. Snapping back from dream land he turned to Conan. “I’m sorry, I’m so horribly rude. Let me show you around the apartment.” He smiled and took a hold of Conan’s hand, pulling him out of the kitchen and into the living room which sometimes served as dining room as well. “This is the living room, and if you find scattered music sheets please let me know. I think I lost a couple.” Following with the toor he walked upstairs, still with Conan’s hand between his. “This one is the bathroom but you don’t really need to see that.” The white door was left behind and by the end of the hallway two similar doors waited. “This is the ‘music room’. My previous roommate was also a musician so it worked. There’s my guitar, my electric guitar, the bass, the keyboard and my harmonica is probably somewhere around.” He pointed at each instrument as he spoke and pulled Conan out once he was done. “And this is my bedroom.” He opened the door to a blue and white room. The twin beds occupied half of the room, a small dressing table which matched the beds rested against the back wall. “Sorry for the mess, I kinda threw everything inside when you said you were coming heh heh. Plus, I got no roommate right now so no one will mind that.” He pointed at the stash of books, clothes and paper that rested on top of one of the beds. “Back to the kitchen now.” He finally released Conan’s hand and closed the bedroom to head back to the stairs to the bottom floor.

“So? What’s first?” He asked with that bring excited smile he was capable of. Cooking brought out that excited feeling, or maybe it was just Conan’s presence.

CONAN TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO BAKE A PIE! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PAD, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 674 WORDS. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[conan joseph avery albright]

Conan smiled as he looked over and saw Ike running down the stairs, all the while giving the elf like man an apologetic smile. “It's fine~ I was just admiring your home.” he said gently and truthfully. Despite what his friend was saying, the place didn't seem like a bachelor pad. But if it did, that would be fine too. Cause to say the truth, he enjoyed cleaning. And if Ike would allow it, he would cook and clean for him. But that would only be if Ike wanted him too. The shorter of the two took the bag from his hand and took it over to the buffet counter. 'He is so adorable.' he thought, smiling more as Ike told him about how he didn't know if they had everything they needed. Chuckling softly, he walked over to Ike and brought out his big back that he had with him. “I always come prepared if I need to be. So don't worry about it, hun.” he said, winking at his companion of the moment. Conan nodded in understanding, though, as Ike told him about how he wasn't in charge of the kitchen when his roommate was around.

“Well, all that will change. Since I will be teaching you how to cook a good home-cooked meal which is a lot healthier for you than going out to eat, which you are probably doing....right?” he said. It was probably true, since Ike had told him that he didn't know how to cook. Conan noticed that ever since he met Ike, he was constantly on his mind. He was all the drama student talked about to his Dad. Hopefully the older man wasn't getting suspicious. Shrugging slightly out of his thoughts, he looked at Ike. It seemed the dark haired fellow was deep in thought as he got the ingredients out of the bag. Conan couldn't help but smile at this.

When the other man came out of his trance, he apologized for being rude and took Conan's hand. This made the young man blush and look at Ike with slightly stunned eyes. But all that changed when he was pulled to take a tour of the house. The way his hand felt in Isaac's made Conan's stomach flutter and twist in a pleasantly nervous way. His heart pounded slightly faster as the blush continued to show itself on his cheeks. All the through the tour, the actor was quiet. He didn't know why, but he felt like if he spoke, the moment would be ruined. Destroyed. Nodding his head at Ike's request, he smiled, looking down at how their hands fit perfectly together. The two came to the music room, which striked Conan's interest quickly. 'Wow, he is so talented....playing that many instruments' he thought, his admiration for Ike growing more.

They got to Ike's bedroom, and all Conan could think was...dirty thoughts. Which made him blush even more. “This is a lovely room. And it's all right. If you want, you know...I could always come over and help you clean a little. As well as cook for you.” he said offering his services to his friend and, beginning to be, crush. Come to think of it, Ike was Conan's first love. Blushing a deeper red at this thought, he looked away from Ike shyly.

Their hands separated and as Ike had his back turned, Conan brought his hand -the one Ike was holding- to his heart and held the other one against it. He still felt the warmth of the other man's hand in his. Chuckling, the drama student pulled out two apron's. One for Ike and one for himself. “First, we are going to put these on and then wash our hands.” he said. However, he regretted saying that, because after Ike held his hand the man didn't want to wash his hands. “But since it's just the two of us, it should be fine really. I mean, it's obvious neither of us is sick and spreading illness germs.” he said, his British accent runnign ooff his tongue like velvet. “Unless, you know, you have cooties~” Conan teased playfully.

tag: Ike
words: 690
notes: <33333 Hero by Enrique Iglesias would be a perfect song for them <33333

[isaac elijah nowak]

The tour down the infamous pad was something Ike did on a common basis. He usually had friends over to practice or to hang out. Not everyone had the advantage of having a music room with good acoustic so a lot of his school partners asked for rehearsal sessions at the singer’s place. Ike didn’t mind, he was naturally social and he loved having people around him, especially people who appreciated music as much as he did. It was probably the first time he was alone with another guy though, except for his former roommate. It wasn’t uncomfortable in any way for Ike. He thought of Conan as a friend who was slowly turning into a very good friend who was also teaching him to cook. Plus he was also interested in music despite the fact that he was a drama student which just added to their compatibility. At Conan’s offer Ike had to chuckle and shake his head. “No, it’s ok. It’s just like that because we’ve been working on a small concert at school so most of the guys at class don’t have much time. Me included.” He placed his hand over his own chest and raised his eyebrows to accentuate the point. “Plus, my parents would be ashamed of me if I wasn’t able to live by myself. You’re right though, I do eat out a lot.” He mused aloud, letting his mind wander away for a few seconds. “It’s mostly healthy food so I’m not too worried. You’re always welcome if you’re bored and want to cook of course.” He didn’t want to let Conan down completely but he also felt as if the he would be stealing too much time of his new friend if he agreed to everything.

Back in the kitchen Ike agreed to the apron with a nod and secured the piece of cloth against his waist. “First time I use an apron since I was like six years old.” He remembered those times when his mother asked him to help with Christmas dinner of Thanksgiving and she would dress him up like a little chef only to have him pour down the cranberry sauce from a can. It still felt as if he had fixed up the entire dinner though and his mother helped by pointing out during the dinner that her boy had helped a lot. It kinda made Ike wonder why he never bothered to learn how to cook since he actually enjoyed it. Oh well, those were musings for other times.

“Cooties?” He chuckled and stared at his own hands in a playful manner. “Well I don’t know you, but I’ve been playing with girls lately and word says they’re quite infected.” He chuckled and went over to the sink to wash his hands. He hadn’t been playing with girls at all, because that sounded dirty. “Mine are dirty, I took a dive under my bed and it’s dusty in there.” He explained shortly as he washed the soap away and dried his hands. “Yours seem pretty clean to me, so I guess you’re all set.” He said, taking Conan’s hands between his and lifting them up to give them a ‘close inspection’. “Can I eat an apple before we start?” He asked playfully, wiggling his fingers as he tried to reach for an apple. It wasn’t that he was hungry but apples were one of his favorite fruits so he couldn’t simply let the chance go. “Oh, yeah! Did you think of what type of dog you’d like to get? Because I was thinking we could also take a stroll down the dog pound… you know there’s a lot of poor stray dogs in there who are really cute too, and it’d be some sort of community service.” Ike shrugged while playing with the apple in his hands. He wasn’t too sure if Conan would like the idea but ike was really a sucker for animals. He didn’t like to see stray animals as much as he didn’t like to see them trapped in little boxes at the pet shop.

CONAN TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO BAKE A PIE! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PAD, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 683 WORDS. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[conan joseph avery albright]

Conan blinked a little and looked at Ike as he refused the offer slightly. He looked away slightly, but chuckled. However, the other man told him if he was bored and wanted to cook for him he could. So, with that Conan nodded and smiled one of his happy little smiles. Looking at Ike, he tilted his head a little. “Well, that's interesting. Cause the Drama class is putting on the production of Romeo and Juliet. I still have to learn my lines. I got the role of Romeo.” he thought with a smile. However, he suddenly felt nervous about the casting on it. As if he suddenly didn't want it anymore. How he wanted it was Ike being Romeo, and himself as Juliet. 'Yes....that's how I want it.' he thought as he looked again to Ike. He smiled listening to how Ike was talking about when he wore an apron last. “Oh that is so adorable~ Ike, the little chef.” he said, grinning as he pictured a child version of Ike in an apron cooking. It was definitely cute.

Chuckling a little, Conan started to look at the ingredients slowly. Ike then mentioned how he had been playing with girls, which got the actor's full attention. He knew it! Ike was definitely straight if he played with girls. 'I knew it was too good to be true. Ike is straight. I wonder how many girls he has been with.' he thought, looking away slightly. He smiled a sad smile, but slightly enough that hopefully Ike wouldn't notice the sadness in his eyes. “Well, lucky me. I don't play with girls so I won't get infected.” he said, completely tuning out what Ike said about diving under his bed and it being dusty under there. The other man spoke, telling Conan how he was pretty clean. Chuckling softly, his whole demeanor changed after the comment earlier. “I don't like getting dirty at all.” he said.

The actor nodded softly as Ike asked about eating an apple before they started baking. Conan was lost in thought, however, when the musician started talking about going to the dog pound to look at the canines there and how it would be like community service. Shaking his head slightly, his eyes went to meet Ike's. “I'm sorry what? Oh....err....actually yeah. Coton De Tulear. It is an adorable little dog. I'm sure that would be perfect. So yeah we can go see if they have one and what other breeds they have.” he spoke a little fast. The young man suddenly felt upset. But why? Well, maybe it was because he cared about Ike more than he really should have. It was obvious that Conan was attracted to the man. But he wouldn't let Ike know that. Not until the right moment.

“Anyway....err....first we need to make the pie crust....” he started explaining. He took a round pie container out of his bag that you put the crust in. “Now take a bowl and measure out one and a half cups of flour into it.” he said. Secretly, he hoped Ike didn't notice his demeanor change. He didn't want Ike to know he was slightly upset.

tag: Ike
words: 531
noted: Aww Conan. He will be ok soon though ;D

[isaac elijah nowak]

The cooking deal got Ike all excited now. He would be singing or humming if Conan wasn’t there, but just bursting out a song out of nowhere would’ve been mildly rude to his guest. Grabbing a bite of the apple he looked intently at Conan, not quite missing his change in demeanor. Ike was observant, and he liked to know what was going on with his friends just in case he could do something to help. Conan didn’t seem as bright and happy as he had seemed moments ago and even if it was just a little bit of a change, it was still noticeable for someone like Ike. After finishing his bite he settled the apple to the side for future munching and followed Conan’s instructions. “Right, pie crust. Piece of cake… pie, whatever.” He smiled while giving the recipient a small glance before returning his eyes to Conan. Cooking didn’t seem so hard to do when you were told exactly what to do. Ike was the type to fall slightly out of the lines and do things his way, just to try out new stuff, but he had the strong feeling that following his gut inside the kitchen wouldn’t be as advisable as it would be while singing or performing in front of an audience.

He reached for a bowl and for the cup in order to measure the flour. Yup, definitely easy. He wondered why people at cooking programs made stuff look so hard. Returning to the dog chat Ike looked at the ceiling in deep thought for a moment before returning to the cups of flour. “Coton de Tulear? That sounds so fancy! Where did you learn about dogs?” To be honest he hadn’t heard the race before, but it was understandable since Ike wasn’t so much of a dog connoisseur. He pictured Conan with a cute little fluffy dog though. He didn’t know Conan that well yet but he figured small cute and fluffy would be the type of dog he chose. It seemed suitable for him as well. Someone cute like him ought to have a cute dog. Plus, bigger dogs required a lot more food and tlc than a small one and seeing Conan would be busy with Romeo and Juliet he figured a bigger dog would be a lot harder to handle.

“Ok, I’m done with the flour. What next?” He looked up from the bowl with flour. “But first… what’s eating you?” He rested his elbows on the kitchen counter and his chin on his palms while directing Conan a curious look. “You suddenly changed a minute ago so… is there something wrong? Did I do or say something wrong?” Perhaps his questions were a bit too straight forward for a pair of friends who had met just a few days ago but Ike had taken a liking to Conan and seeing him randomly upset wasn’t comfortable… especially if the issue had to do with something he said or did. Pie making wouldn’t be as fun if Conan wasn’t happy, right?

CONAN TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO BAKE A PIE! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PAD, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 510 WORDS. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[conan joseph avery albright]

Conan looked over at Ike and smiled softly to him. “Piece of pie, dear Ike. Piece of pie.” he said, chuckling lightly. However, he was still in the upset state he was a few moments ago. The young actor knew, himself, he was stupid for falling for a person who was obviously straight. Sighing softly, Conan watched Ike as he measured the flour with his perfect hands. To him, Ike was his first and only love. And the young man hoped it would remain that way. That is, until Ike rejected him and said that he had a girlfriend or two. Shaking his head slightly, he walked over beside Ike and looked at the recipe.

“I learned about it on the internet. I printed out a picture to show you as well.” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the image of the fluffy, cute little dog and smiled. “That will be what my little Cosaac will be” he whispered softly, more to himself than to Ike. Blushing slightly, he put the picture back in his pocket after a few moments. His delicate fingertips touched the recipe and followed the writing while he spoke. “Next we get one half teaspoon of salt and one half cup of shortening. The easiest way to get the right amount of shortening is to spoon it into the cup and press it down a little until it is full and the top is smooth and flat.” he looked around the apartment then to Ike, who spoke to him. His eyes went wide and he gave a slightly fake smile, putting his hands up and waving them frantically. “No. No! You didn't do anything wrong! Errr....hey d-do you have a radio? Music will make this a lot more fun.”

Typical Conan, attempting to change the subject. He then walked away and started looking around. Finally finding a radio, he plugged in his I-Pod and smiled. 'Maybe listening to music will help....' he thought walking back over to Ike and looking at the recipe again. However, much to Conan's dismay, the song Can You Feel the Love Tonight from The Lion King came on and made the actor blush. “Ehehehe, ummm, I listen to a lot of Disney songs. I love the old Disney classics.” he said softly, his cheeks turning more red than before. 'I-Pod, you have failed me. Why???' he asked the inanimate object with his mind. He gave a nervous smile to Ike as the song ended. But then, it seemed that Disney was mocking him, cause soon after that one ended Beauty and the Beast came on.

Conan started feeling nervous at that point. “W-W-Well, erm, anyway...let's continue...where were we?” he said, his voice a higher pitch slightly. But, it only got worse from there. The young drama student didn't know he had it on Shuffle, since he thought he only had it on his Disney/Musical playlist. But his other songs started playing. One being of which, Back to One by Brian McKnight. Conan blushed an even deeper red as he quickly went over to the I-Pod and started looking at what all was next on the Shuffle. Apparently, this was his devices idea of a mean joke, since all that was going to play was love songs. He stayed over by the radio, searching his I-Pod for something other than love songs. 'I just hope Ike doesn't come over here and see how much I am blushing.....I hate having such pale skin...' he thought, his cheeks a very deep red.

tag: Ike
words: 591
notes: Cosaac is so cute <33333

[isaac elijah nowak]

Small dogs were so cute, but if Ike had to choose he’d definitely be a big dog person. Back at home he had a saluki, his precious Calliope. She was a competition dog that his mother bought as a hobby since she was a little bit of a spoiled housewife and wanted something interesting to do. The dog became more of Ike’s pet than anything else; he groomed her, walked her, played with her and they pretty much grew up together since Ike was 13 years old. It had been a heart breaking process to say goodbye to Calli once he moved to France but he sometimes got on the webcam with his mother so the dog could see that he was still around. Last time she tried to lick the screen which wasn’t exactly convenient but ike was happy to see that she still remembered him. Ike figured Conan would be able to have a similarly awesome relationship with his ‘Cosaac’, as he decided to name the dog, seeing he seemed so excited to get him and even more excited to take care of him. “He looks kinda like you.” Ike noted as he stared at the photo of the dog for a few seconds before returning to more important matters.

Ike couldn’t help but feel that Conan lied a little bit there. He did look different and the way he not-so-skillfully avoided any further questioning made things look even more suspicious. Ike would’ve pressed harder until he got an answer, in a polite way of course, but he felt that he and Conan weren’t exactly super close, or at least not close enough for him to take such liberties. He didn’t want to risk Conan just closing off completely and leaving them in a very awkward position so he just let it die, for now. He motioned to the living room where a small stereo with radio was settled for whenever he had visitors and returned to the recipe.

“Awwww the lion king… I cried when Mufasa died.” Ike noted with a longing smile on his face as he reached for the salt and wasn’t even ashamed when he said it. He was sure at least 90% of the kids who watched the lion king cried with that scene and the ones who said they didn’t were lying. “It’s ok, I like Disney music.” Who didn’t like Disney music? “And we were at salt and shortening.” He pointed at the bowl where the ingredients waited for the next instructions. As the songs came and went Ike couldn’t help but look up at Conan with an amused and curious smile. “You have a lot of romantic songs in there. Is that playlist for anyone in particular?” The question was perhaps a bit nosey but Ike was really curious, after all he only sang romantic stuff when he had a crush on someone and since it wasn’t the case right now he couldn’t help but wonder. “It’s nice to be in love. I wonder what my ex is doing right now…” He mused to himself as he absentmindedly poured the shortening he had measured a few seconds before. He hadn’t been in a relationship in at least half a year and in a way Ike missed that nice feeling of loving someone and being loved in exchange. Oh well… one day perhaps…

CONAN TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO BAKE A PIE! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PAD, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 562 WORDS. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[conan joseph avery albright]

Conan continued to mess with the I-Pod as Ike looked at the photo of the dog. Blinking as he spoke, he didn't know how to react other than feel as if he had just indirectly call him cute. This made Conan blush deeply. “Did you just indirectly call me cute?” he asked with a small smirk. He was trying to see what Ike would say and react to his question. Hopefully, it would be a good one. Chuckling softly, he looked back down at the demented object in his hand. 'I really hate you I-Pod. I hate you so much for doing this to me.' he thought. Conan started to skip through songs to make a playlist that wouldn't be completely awkward. Looking over at Ike as he spoke, smiling softly at him. “I did too. I felt so sorry for Simba. I know what it's like losing a parent....though....I didn't know her when she passed.” he said, remembering what his father told him about his mother. She had died giving birth to Conan, and he felt guilty for it. But his dad always told him that she died for him. That there was no way she would live anyway since she had an illness that no one knew about until after his birth.

Ike spoke again and Conan looked at him. However, he spoke again and it made him blush. At first Conan thought maybe Ike had figured out how he felt about the musician. But, deciding to give him hints instead. It was time to come out of the closet, so to speak. “Yeah, I do....but these romantic songs are not because of him....they are actually most of my parent's wedding songs. I...listen to them when....well....when I miss my Mum.” he said softly. Slowly, he put the I-Pod down and just let it play through the love songs instead of fighting with it. Surprisingly, the song Tears in Heaven by Declan. It was a remake of Eric Clapton's song but it was still wonderful. He stopped in mid-step and looked over at the radio. It was as if his mother had made her presence known in that room. Biting his lip softly he walked over to Ike and gave a soft smile. “That's....the song I dedicated to my Mum when I learned I could sing...I never got to know her....or feel her touch...or hold her hand....” he whispered softly.

He looked at Ike and smiled softly. “I'm sure your ex is beating themselves up for letting you go. I know I would...” he said gently. His smile never left his face as he told Ike the next steps in the pie making process. “Three tablespoons of cold water, then we can start mixing up these to make the crust of the pie.” he said. There was so much Conan wanted to tell Ike about. How much he wanted to say how he felt for the musician. But he couldn't. He simply just couldn't at that moment. Not when things felt nice. It was then that Mama Said by Declan started playing. Chuckling softly, he looked away. What luck.

tag: Ike
words: 520
notes: Why did it have to turn sad? D8. Oh and here is Mama Said and Tears in Heaven if you wanna listen to them~

[isaac elijah nowak]

“Huh?” Ike looked up at Conan with a curious look. “Yeah, I guess I did. Cute like a dog.” He chuckled at the small joke and shook the image of the future doggy to prove the point. “Nah I’m just kidding.” Ike smiled again and his mind returned to the playlist the iPod was throwing at them. Once Conan explained the origin of the playlist felt a little bit bad for asking about that. Ike didn’t have a sad story behind him, his family was a happy one and even if they had to move away from Poland and to LA he never considered that as something that would leave permanent scars. Losing a beloved one, a mother especially, must be very painful and Ike couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to lose his mother, or his brother. He felt silent for a minute and mixed the shortening and the salt as he let Conan speak. His voice was pleasant, like one of those things people would never get tired to even if he was remembering sad times.

“Sorry for bringing that up.” Ike shot a small smile to Conan. He noticed the other liked remembering his mother but it still didn’t make it any less painful to be reminded that she wasn’t there anymore. Ike didn’t miss the bit about Conan talking of a certain him which made Ike even more curious. He had blurted out enough questions though, so he would have to keep that one for later. Once the mood had changed though, Ike thought of just returning the favor with his own ‘out of the closet’ comment. “Naaah, he didn’t let me go. It was more of a mutual thing. He got a spot in the Royal Ballet in London so… it was ok. At least he didn’t leave me for someone else. That would’ve been a little bit painful.” He shrugged, but never letting the smile on his face fade.

Adding the tablespoons Ike offered Conan the mix so he could continue with the crust. He didn’t want to mess stuff up so he might as well let the expert do it. Meanwhile he rested his elbows on the counter and looked at Conan intently. “So, I heard you’re gonna be Romeo! Congratulations. Can’t wait to go see your performance. Who’s gonna be Juliet?” To be honest Ike took a peek to the promotional poster and stopped reading altogether when he saw Conan got the role of Romeo. He probably should’ve checked out who got the other parts but the thought of seeing Conan perform got him all excited and he kinda just forgot… “Do I get free tickets from the show’s star or do I have to buy them?” He chuckled and bumped his hips against Conan’s in a playful way. It was strange how he felt so comfortable around the other even if they had barely just met. Ike didn’t want to give it much thought though,,, maybe Conan was just special like that… or maybe he was beginning to have a thing for the other student but again, he didn’t want to think about that right now.

CONAN TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO BAKE A PIE! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PAD, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 527 WORDS. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[conan joseph avery albright]

Conan looked over at Ike as he spoke. Getting a playful pouty face, he looked away. “I see how it is meanie.” he said, his voice completely dripping with sarcasm and playfulness. Smiling, however, when the musician said he was kidding. Conan looked down at the recipe again, but was caught off guard as the other man gave him the mixing bowl. Smiling softly, the actor started to mix up the crust. But, he wanted Ike to know how to do it. That was the point of him teaching the other man right? Chuckling, he stopped and looked at Ike. Conan motioned him to come over and stood being him slightly, taking his hand and putting it on the spoon. “Something I learned that makes the crust of the pie come out the best is this.” he started to speak. Moving Ike's hand with his own, he started to make Ike's hand move three times clockwise then change the direction, moving the spoon counter-clockwise three times. The taller man continued this for the next few minutes, counting slowly each time he moved Ike's hand to stir the batter for the crust. Conan smiled as he enjoyed the feel of Ike's hand in his, but he knew it wasn't nothing at the moment. Just a friendly gesture.

Ike apologized, making Conan frown. “No need to apologize, I mean....yeah it's painful to think about her, but I don't think she would like it if I am sad.” he said gently, setting his chin on Ike's shoulder slightly as he looked at the bowl. Smiling, Conan moved away from the musician. Though he disliked being away from the closeness he had felt a moment before. “There, that is all done~ Now, time to cut it in half....well...enough to make a bottom and top....then roll it out. And get a pie pan.” he said to the other student, going over to his bag to retrieve a rolling pin and the pie pan. Conan came back and put the two items on the counter, taking some flour and sprinkling it on the flat surface as well as on the roller. He gently cut the pie crust as well, setting one of the balls of crusts to the side for later. Looking over at Ike, he smiled and brought the man in front of him again. “Now to roll it out.” he said softly. He secretly enjoyed being this close to Ike. The warmth of his body radiated against Conan slightly and made him blush slightly.

Taking the other pie crust mixture, he placed it in front of the musician carefully. Then, taking the roller, he placed it in Ike's hands and guided the shorter man slowly. “You never want to rush the rolling part, or else the crust ends up tearing easily. Then you end up having to start over.” Conan told him, smiling softly. After the crust was all rolled out, the actor moved away from Ike again and sprayed the pie dish with non-sticking cooking spray. Then, he took the pie crust and put it in the dish gently, getting it ready for the filling which they were to make next. The drama student listened as Ike came out of the closet as well. 'Oh my god I am so lucky. So he is into guys....hallelujah.' he though gently, continuing to fix the crust into the pan.

As Conan was doing this, Ike started questioning about the play. Blushing a little, the actor smiled. Rolling his eyes a little, the young man sighed. “Her name is Paula. And...she is nuts. Kinda scary.....I keep telling her we are only going to do a stage kiss, which is where you put your thumb in front of a person's lips and kiss your thumb. But she is still insisting about doing a real kiss. When I tell her I'm not interested in kissing her...she flips out on me. Since my first year, she has been trying to get into my pants so to speak.” he spoke.

However, Conan's cheeks turned a deep crimson color as Ike bumped his hips against his own. Talk about a turn on. Shaking his head, Conan chuckled and walked away from Ike, heading towards his bag and taking out a ticket for Ike. “You are lucky you are friends with the star of the show. And you get front row too.” the man spoke, his blue-gray eyes looking into Ike's brown ones.

But, Conan hoped Ike didn't look down. Even if he did, however, he wouldn't have seen anything. 'Thank goodness for this apron....geez he knows how to turn me on so easily....even if he doesn't realize it.' he thought softly, still smiling at Ike.

tag: ike
words: 784
notes: <3333

[isaac elijah nowak]

Who would’ve thought that making pies was such an art? He knew his mother took great pride in her cooking skills but ike never really bothered to learn why up until now. He guessed she’d be quite proud of him when he mentioned he knew how to cook a pie now, when he went back to LA for vacations. Ike let Conan move his hands the first few times and then continued the movement on his own. Not once he considered the friendly gesture as anything besides that: a nice attempt from a friend to help him in the learning process of how to make envy worthy pie. Well, at least he would try to learn.

The first instructions had been entirely easy, ‘add and mix’, he could do that. What Conan said next sounded more like foreign language though. “Uuuuh.” Ike made a confused look but otherwise continued following Conan’s movement with his eyes. He probably should’ve brought a notebook and a pen to write all this down. Oh well he could still ask Conan to come over some other day to help him relearn the recipe anyway. When the rollover process had to start Ike stared at the crust and the roller as if they were something from another world. “You make it sound so easy…” Even if the whole process seemed complicated Ike was having tons of fun. He proceeded to roll the crust like he had seen in one of those cooking tv shows that he watched when there was nothing else on tv, which mind you wasn’t too often. The crust didn’t seem to be breaking around and Ike was doing it gently but firmly, which apparently was good enough. “Oh look, it’s not melting or tearing apart like I thought it would… or exploding.” He chuckled at his own lack of cooking abilities and after a little while of rolling took a good look at the finished product. It certainly didn’t look like Betty Crocker’s finest but it looked good enough. The pie seemed to be going good so far, and Ike was quite pleased with this.

Conan’s offering of a ticket took him by surprise. “I was just joking.” He said sheepishly, not quite used to getting stuff for free. “But thanks, I’ll be there, front row.” He smiled and placed the ticket inside his pocket where it would safely wait until the premiere night. “Paula? I think I remember her… saw her around the recording studio a few times. She really is a bit weird.” Ike chuckled but instantly covered his mouth to stop it. He always felt bad when talking about someone else behind their backs, and while he didn’t mind other people doing so, he wasn’t all to comfortable with doing it himself. Paula WAS a little weird though, so he understood where Conan’s fears came from. “Well you can always spell out to her that you’re not into girls.” Ike was pretty sure something like that wouldn’t work with someone like Paula. Some girls were crazy like that, as Ike knew from personal experience. “Or there’s always talking to a professor about it. They always help.” This was from personal experience as well. If the academy had one good thing it had to be the professors. “But hey, on another note, I can always help you practice your lines. I’m one hell of a Mercutio.” He said, jokingly again. Not that he wasn’t a good Mercutio, but to be honest those were the only lines he knew as it was the role he played in a high school performance. Ike was really just curious to see Conan act again. He had loved that little scene from Les Miserables he witnessed the first time they met so he was curious to see how well Conan could portray Romeo.

CONAN TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO BAKE A PIE! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PAD, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' I FORGOT D< WORDS. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[conan joseph avery albright]

Conan smiled softly as he continued helping Ike with the pie crust. Then, the other man took over and he smiled softly. The drama student helped finish the pie crust then went on to doing the filling for the middle of the pie. “I often put nuts and raisins in for an extra little something in there. If you want, I can add them in this one as well.” he said. Of course, Conan's mind went back to what Ike was saying a few moments ago about him making it look easy. “well, hun, when you have been baking and cooking from a young age, of course it is easy. You will be able to do this with your eyes closed probably by the time you learn everything.” he answered softly with a small chuckle, obviously joking about the eyes closed thing. If you had your eyes closed, you would most likely mess up the measurements or cut yourself. So, good thing that was only a joke.

Conan smiled as they had finished rolling out the crust and put the bottom part in the pie pan. It was then, the actor had started working on his magic touch and filling the pan in where there would be no holes or anything. Making it look nice and neat. Now came the best part. Making the filling. It was then the brunette looked at Ike. Smiling a little, he pulled out the apples. “Now it is time for the filling. I already have all the other ingredients pre-measured. But I can tell you the measurements of what all you need.” he said, starting to explain all the different measurements and such for every ingredients. “Now, you cut and peel the apples. As well as take the apple seeds out because one of those tiny little buggers can kill you if you eat it.” he said, peeling and cutting the apples into slightly thick slices.

Conan continued cutting and peeling the apples up as Ike talked about Paula. Shivering slightly, he nodded, agreeing with the musician. “Don't feel bad about talking about her...I have had the strange feeling that she might be the one who has been writing most of the rumors on that stupid board in that hallway. She seems like the type to do that.” he said, thinking about that gossip board in the school. Paula was the type to do something like that, but then again there were others in the school that could too. Smiling a little, the young man finished cutting and dicing the apples, putting them in a bowl and poured the other ingredients on top of the apples and started mixing it with his hands, since using a spoon would be a little too hard. “Come on Ike, how about you stir the apples and the spices together while I roll the top crust out?” he said, pushing the bowl of the filling ingredients towards Isaac as he went over to the sink and washed his hands.

Once his hands were nice and dry, he came back over to the counter and started to roll the crust out ask Ike stirred. Listening again to the other man, Conan smiled gently. “I would love it if you helped me practice Ike. I really would.” he told him happily. After a few moments, the other man looked over to the musician to see if he was done with the filling. “Since the filling is mixed well and the top crust is rolled out, lets pull this together and get it baking~” he said. Taking the bowl, he poured the apples into the pie pan on top of the bottom crust. Gently, he took a couple pieces of apple and gave them to Ike. “Try them, they taste really good.” he said. After finishing that, he put the top crust on and crimped the sides. Then he put four small slits in the top for air pockets. Once he was done with that, he took some egg wash he had made and put some all over the top. “This is so it will brown pretty like.”

Once everything was done, he put the pie in the oven. “Now we wait an hour.”

tag: ike
words: 703
notes: YAY <3