Secluded Spot on the Beach [Sunday Evening]

[bridge_carson]

There's a Bridge on the beach with a blanket and a basket of food. Now all he needs is the boyfriend.

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[needsaparrot]

"Harris is. Kindasortamaybe, more generations back than anybody wants to admit to being related to us."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So we *could* do the theme thing..." Bridge teases.

[needsaparrot]

Xander throws a crumpled up napkin at his head.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Bridge says, as the napkin bounces off the side of his head. "Um. Speaking of kids and parents and stuff..." oh so smooth transition there, Bridge.

[needsaparrot]

Xander lifts his eyebrow. "Yeah?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Remember what I said a while ago, about maybe meeting my parents sometime?"

[needsaparrot]

"Whenever I feel the need to have a spontaneous panic attack."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Don't do that!" Bridge flails. "Especially since. Um. They want me to come visit at the end of next month. I haven't written back yet because I wanted to ask if maybe you'd like to come too?" he looks at Xander hopefully.

[needsaparrot]

Xander blinks. And blinks again. He'd known it would be this summer; he'd even known it would be soon. It's just having an actual time fixed to it that makes it seem, well. Fixed.

"I. Um. Yeah?" The squeak on that last word is exactly the touch of confidence it needs, yup.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Great!" Bridge beams at Xander, reaching over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll write back and tell them you're coming too."

[needsaparrot]

"Yay?" He's trying to replace the question mark with an exclamation, or at least a period. Really.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay," Bridge says with a firm nod. "If they like you even *half* as much as I love you, you'll do fine." The possibility that his parents might not like Xander doesn't even cross his mind, for two reasons. One, how could anyone *not* like him, and two, the Carsons are about as capable of hating people as *he* is. Which is to say, not at all.

[needsaparrot]

"If you say so." Xander eyes Bridge again and, despite incipient panic attack, can't help but smile at his certainty. It would be nice to have parents he was that sure of.

Maybe the best he can do is try to be someone people can be that sure of. He sets the food aside and falls back with his hands behind his head again. "What I was thinking, before, about Father's Day..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Bridge sprawls out next to him.

[needsaparrot]

"You think somewhere, uh, when, we got cards with macaroni art?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I think so," Bridge says. "I hope so."

[needsaparrot]

"...and probably glitter."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And judging from what she arrived *here* wearing, glitter of every colour in the rainbow."

[needsaparrot]

"And judging from, well, both of us when we were kids, she's probably wearing glitter of every color of the rainbow, too."