multi tasker (open)

[lachlan thomas core .]

don't l e t it get a w a y

Lachlan liked the homely feel of Holloway. He had the freedom of not living at home with his own parents, but the option of coming home every night to a home cooked meal. It was ideal for the young man. He’d spent freshman year in a dorm, and it had been fun living on campus but that was the problem. It had been a little too much fun. Lachlan had found himself spending more time then she should hanging out with his suit-mates and enjoying campus life then he should have been. So, before Sophomore year the young man had found a new place to call home.

The young man had thought about an apartment, but his parents were already paying for college and his wage as a waiter at the Riverside Club just really didn’t cover rent of an apartment and living expenses. Of course, Lachlan’s mother had always been the perfect fan of her son’s dancing ambitions and probably would have helped him out with more money had he asked, but he didn’t want to do that to his parents. They’d already spent too much on him. Besides, Holloway was a good place to live. The owner was rather friendly, it was a short walk to campus.

Besides that, his room was nice. From his loft bedroom window he had an amazing view of the city, and being in the attic he had a little more privacy. He could also hang out with friends or other house-mates in the lounge-room set up in the other half of the attic. It was really the perfect set up for Lachlan. In fact, that was where he was. Sitting on the edge of the couch. TV on and turned down low. Bass on his lap. Lachlan absently strumming, with his attention focussed on the book he was holding in his other hand. Lachlan Core was ever the multi tasker.

His mind wasn’t clearly focussed on any of the three activities he was trying to undertake. The book was deathly boring. Try as he may, Lachlan couldn’t get himself interested in dance theory. He loved to dance and that was all that mattered to the boy. Who cared how the styles evolved and what principles of movement governed the art of dance? He probably should have turned the TV off and put away his guitar, forcing his mind to stay focussed on the book. That didn’t seem like a very enticing idea though. In fact, giving up on the book seemed like a better way to go.

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[deliliah]

Ever since Delilah arrived at Washington University of Arts, she'd been quite homesick. Truth be told, she had never even left Chicago in her entire lifetime so moving to Washington was definitly a shock to her. However, she liked how the weather in Washington was at least closely related to that of Chicago. If Delilah could only have two forms of weather, they would be without a doubt snow and rain. She absolutely hates the hot and humid states even though she practically adores the beach. Anyway, Delilah, although burdened with the case of missing her hometown, felt at peace with where she was currently located. Especially with her friends and Lachlan.

Today was no exception to the usual crispy air. She loved to take little strolls in the park on these kinds of days...which was practically everyday. She liked the smell of the leaves and the freshly cut grass. She enjoyed seeing little families walking together on the bridges that tagged sidewalks and boardwalks. Yet, the thing she loved most about her park walks was the breeze rustling the trees. She loved how nature had a song of its own. If you listened closely enough, you could hear its symphony. She found it fascinating that each day was a different composition.

If it were any other day, Delilah would have gone to the park to listen to the new song. However, she felt like she needed to change her course. So, she decided to take a shot and suprise Lachlan at his home. Delilah was thankful that he only lived a couple of minutes away. She hated long drives, expecially with no one else in the car with her.

So, as she neared the house in which Lachlan currently resided, she checked the lot to make sure his car was there. Sure enough, it was. She parked her white beamer next to Lachlan's car and hopped out. Delilah then opened her side door and grabbed the groceries she bought for cooking. She lvoed to cook and bake, and she thought today seemed like a good day to treat Lachlan to some home made food. She even grabbed a movie from blockbuster that they could watch.

Finally, Delilah reached the front door of the house and rang up for Lachlan, hoping that he would answer.

Sorry it's kind of crappy. First posts always kill me.

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[lachlan thomas core .]

don't l e t it get a w a y

“Lachlan, your girlfriend is at the door!”

Called a voice up the stairs. Clearly one of the other boarder’s had heart the bell, peeked outside the window and seen who it was. Lachlan grinned. Perfect. Exactly the reason to stop trying to study he’d been looking for. The young man closed the book, chucking it a little carelessly onto the floor by his feat. More careful with his guitar though, the young man set it aside. Leaning against the arm of the couch. The boy treated his bass like some sort of precious thing. Maybe not a child, but close. Considering playing it was really just a self taught hobby, his concern for the instrument was a little much.

Running a hand through his hair, the boy stood up from the couch. Now the idea of a surprise visit from Delilah was appealing, but it did have certain draw-backs. Lachlan was a male, and males didn’t always have the best track record for bodily hygiene. Now, Lachlan never left the house smelly and unclean, but on occasions he sat lazily around the house, not bothering to showering ‘til late in the afternoon. Thankfully for him, Today had not been one of those occasions. He was clean, and un-smelly. Even his sandy mop of hair was washed. He must have subconsciously known about his little surprise.

Heading down the stairs at great speed, much like a puppy excited to see his owner, Lachlan tugged up his jeans and smoothed over his white bonds tee-shirt. It wasn’t the flashiest of outfits, but Lachlan was comfortable in it, so that’s what counted. Besides, he’d look like a right cosmic girl sitting around at home in his Sunday best in case someone showed up. Sure, he liked to take some pride in his appearance but he wasn’t a complete twat who always needed to look amazing. Besides that, Delilah seemed to like him no matter what he wore, that’s all that mattered.

Once he had bounded down the two stair-cases to get to the bottom level of the boarding house, Lachlan rushed down to the front entrance wall. He couldn’t help himself. He was excited to see Delilah. Even though the last time they saw each other wasn’t that long ago. Unlocking the door, the young man pulled it open, grinning. “Hey beautiful…” He leant in, placing a kiss to her lips, as he took the bag from her arms.

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[deliliah]

Seeing Lachlan was like seeing a new page of a journal with a pen to its right; refreshing. Yes, they’d seen each other a couple of days before but every time she lost her gaze into his beautiful crystal blue eyes, they took her breathe away. His musical voice sent chills down her back and she couldn’t gain her oxygen back until after he kissed her. Regardless of the no-air intake, her heart still pounded more vigorously than ever. She replied to his affectionate gesture by smiling a delicate smile and by placing her tiny pair of hands behind his sturdy neck. “Hey, Mr.” She pulled him in this time, giving him one last kiss before inviting herself inside.

She’d been inside of Lachlan’s house too many times to not know that she was welcomed. She liked how he rarely had any people over and how he only shared this spacious house with very few people. She was happy that she couldn’t smell any food being cooked and only saw one other person…Lachlan’s fellow boarder. She’d recognized him from various places on campus. She nodded her head in a nonchalant manner to greet him.

Delilah hated leaving somebody out, so she was glad that she picked up more food than two could possibly eat. Then again, she knew Lachlan liked to eat food. She was secretly hoping that this other boarder would hitchhike his way out of there. Especially because she’d brought a movie…and he was sitting directly in front of the television set. It looked like he was watching some special about Let It Be. Delilah, herself, was a Beatles fan, but her hungry stomach motivated herself to peel her eyes away from the special.

“I thought it’d be fun to make some marmalade chicken.” Delilah said as she placed her purse on the kitchen counter. She flipped open a couple of cupboards until she found a proper dish to cook said food in. Once she placed the cookware on the counter beside her purse, she turned towards Lachlan and smiled. “It’s my moms recipe. I hope you’ll like it as much as I do.” She said, smiling as she remembered her now deceased mother. It had taken her quite awhile to accept that she was in a better place, but since she only had good memories with her mom, it was easy to forget the part about her dying.

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[lachlan thomas core .]

don't l e t it get a w a y

The boy made no complaint at the second kiss. Why would he? Being kissed by Delilah was one of the single most pleasurable things in his life, and after being apart for so long, he intended to make the most out of the close proximity of her lips and kiss them anytime he felt the inkling. He stepped aside to let the girl in, closing the door behind her and latching it. It was such a big house that locking the doors was needed, because you could be upstairs or in the back bedrooms and just not hear anyone come in.

As they moved down the hall, Lachlan raised an eyebrow at the other boarder, who looked up from the TV and smirked. Lachlan didn’t want to just out and ask him to leave, that was rude. However the two young men had a deal. Both had girlfriends so knew what it was like to want alone time. So when said girlfriends came over, the other male would make himself scarce. “Well it was nice to see you Delilah but I’m late to meet a friend.” He stood up, shut the tv off and heading for the door. Lachlan mouthing a thankyou to him as they passed.

Lachlan followed Delilah through the entrance hall and into the kitchen. Placing the groceries on the bench. Grinning, he watched as Delilah started searching for a cooking dish. “You’re cooking for me?” He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “Now how did I get so lucky?” Pulling the girl towards him, Lachlan wrapped both arms around her waist, placing a kiss to her nose. “I’m sure I will love it.” He said softly, pressing another kiss, this time to her lips. The relationship dynamic was completely different, now that they were older. It felt more mature, more grown up.

He rested his forehead against hers for a moment, savouring the hug before letting her go, so she could actually do what she had came over to do and cook for him. Lachlan moved to her grocery bag, and started to unpack everything onto the bench, checking the items out as he went. “It looks good just by looking at the ingredients.” He commented, tossing her his patented lop-sided grin. “What can I do to help? Do you want a drink? Should I cut the chicken? Name it darlin’ and I’ll do it..” He wanted to help, he’d feel a bit like a tool letting her do all the work.

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[deliliah]

Delilah couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous of the space Lachlan had in his spacious boarding house. Not that her suite in Linnox House was anything to complain about, she just enjoyed the feeling that was brought with his living quarters. Even with being an outsider, the Holloway Building had this aura that made anyone feel welcome and at home. Smiling to herself, she quietly joked about that being the only reason why she came there…when, in truth, Delilah would give up being in the Holloway Boarding House just to be with Lachlan. Heck, she’d give up bed to even be in his presence. She honestly loved him with all of her being, even though it hurt like hell to wake up every morning with the guilt of not telling him what she’d done with Fletcher. She knew he deserved to know the truth, but she also knew that with that truth would come pain and possibly a break up. She simply couldn’t handle that.

Delilah tried her best to hide the glee that had just been bestowed upon her. Lachlan’s fellow boarder dismissed himself, just as she had wished for him to do so. As he walked passed her, she gave a small smile and turned back to the dish she had just retrieved from the cupboard. When Lachlan’s hands found their way around her waist, her smile grew larger as her gaze locked into his. Delilah liked how their relationship not only consisted of an emotional realm, but also of a physical realm. She enjoyed being kissed by Lachlan. However, she knew and appreciated that his kisses weren’t so he could get her in bed, but to show her that he cared for her.

When they broke apart, Delilah turned to the ingredients once more retrieving the chicken breasts from the bench he laid them on. “Yeah, just try and get some of the skin off of the chicken. I tried to get some without so much skin, but they were all yucky and bloody.” Delilah said with her nose scrunched up to make an attempt at a disgusted face. She was happy that Lachlan was willing to help…especially because, although she liked cooking, she hated touching raw meat. It made it that much harder to actually eat. “If you could just prep the chicken, I’ll start on the marmalade.” She said replacing her scrunched up nose with a smile.

Once Delilah could actually take her eyes off of Lachlan, she grabbed the lemons, oranges, and all of the other marmalade ingredients to begin her mothers masterpiece. She placed them on the countertop and turned around to look for a knife. That’s when she realized that someone had rearranged the cookware. “Hon, where are the knives? Did you rearrange stuff?” Delilah said, coming up behind Lachlan and putting her arms around his waist. She kissed the small of his neck and then let go and turned away. “Oh…I definitely missed them…” Delilah said with a little chuckle as she spotted them in a holder on the counter. Once she returned back to her position in the kitchen, she hummed quietly to herself and started cutting the zest of the orange.

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[lachlan thomas core .]

don't l e t it get a w a y

Lachlan had to laugh. He actually found Delilah’s aversion to raw meats rather adorable. He was sure that in the past he’d teased her about it too. Nothing to nasty though. Just friendly banter of course. If he ended up marrying Delilah (which may, in the distant future, be a strong possibility) he imagined that he’d always have to prepare any meat for her. Which he wouldn’t mind really. He wasn’t the sort of male who believed in woman’s work and men’s work. Cooking dinner with Delilah every night would be a pleasure. No, a privilege.

“Can do, my love.” He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, before setting about to his task. First, he moved over to the skink and washed his hands, then he quickly collected the things he would need. Mainly a cutting board and a sharp knife. He set the cutting board down on the island bench in the middle of the kitchen. Pulling the chicken towards him and opening the packaging. He removed each chicken breast, placing it on the cutting board, so he could throw the packaging away. Hmm. Now he had a problem. How exactly was he supposed to get the skin off?

Sure, he’d cooked before. But only ever with skinless chicken. He didn’t want to admit he had no idea what he was doing though. Putting the knife down, he decided that perhaps he should just try taking the skin off like you’d do with an already cooked chicken. It worked to some degree. Though it was a little clumsy. Smiling as he felt her arms around him, and the kiss to his neck, Lachlan stopped for a moment. He’d show some sort of affection in return but his hands were all chickeny, and she wouldn’t have liked it. “I dunno. Things get moved a million times a day. Some people have trouble putting things back in the right spot.”

He glanced over at the knife block. “Oh. Someone brought that yesterday.” He offered his girlfriend a warm smile, before returning to the chicken. Now that he had (mostly) successfully skinned the chicken, it was time to cut. “How do you want these cut babe? Diced? Strips? Just in half?” He quirked a brow at her, picking up the knife. Having it at the ready to complete her next order. You know he really could get used to this. This little domestic scene they were involved in. It was really rather comfortable.

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