Soul-searching talk

Cale sighed lightly in frustration as he ran his hand through his wet hair, not really giving a crap about drying it really. How long have they been in this place? His patience felt like it was waning thin. The blonde male wasn’t used to staying in one place for such quite a long time. He had gotten so attached to his traveling life as well. So his little reign of getting what he wanted had crumpled into little pieces…well no. Just hit a damn wall. These plain ass white walls actually.
He shook his blonde head of the thoughts, seeing as they were only screwing his patience up even more. After drying off, Cale had gotten his pants on and was about to grab for a shirt too, but paused at hearing something coming from the other room. He stood at the doorway with shirt in hand, glancing over to see Miguel just staring over at the wall, sighing about being an idiot. “Oh jeez,” he muttered to himself, wondering if the guy was finally losing it. Cale walked out of the doorway toward the couch, pulling his shirt on in the process. “Talking to yourself now? Not going crazy on me, are ya?” Cale teased, grabbing his carton of orange juice off of the corner table and plopping down on the other side of the painting.

(OOC: I don't mind at all <33)

"Do not get your hopes up, kid," he said with a small chuckle and smiled slightly, putting his coffe cup back on the painting. He looked back on a muffin and gave a sigh, sadly raising his eyebrows a bit. "Still, I'm glad I have you, Cale. If I was looked here all alone with my thoughts I would definitely go nuts already", he looked up on his roomate and gave another sad, but grateful smile. At first sight Cale didn't seem a very likable person, but still he wasn't a "bad" guy, just callous and sharp-tongued one. In this kind of situarton - and, to be honest, in any kind of it in general - it didn't look like the negative side of his nature. Sometimes there always should be a person who will bring back you to life, like a bucket of cold water.

"I was just thinking", Miguel continued his monologue, that he had in his head just a minute ago, "..about Jane again. She is my last memory what I've got from the real world, and.." he said and his face got even gloomier, than it was before. "You know... I haven't even kissed her yet", he said and stared once again on the wall in fron of him. "I wonder... How long will it take her... to forget me?"

“Ah, shame then. Thought you were going crazy there, hipster.” Cale grinned, drinking some of his orange juice as he glanced down at the sight of the muffin. Guess the other guy wasn’t that hungry…or something was seriously up with the guy. Hearing the male’s sigh, it seemed that the second was most likely the answer to that question. He quirked an eyebrow at the male’s remark, leaning back against the sofa while giving the male a weird stare. For a moment there, Cale had thought his instincts on the guy’s orientation was wrong. But he immediately shook those thoughts out of his head when hearing the rest of the male’s comment. This guy was definitely straight, no doubt about it.
“Usually I’m the one to make someone go crazy,” he chuckled lightly, before letting out a light sigh at the mention of the Jane girl again. Miguel was definitely talking to the wrong person. Cale didn’t do these kind of talks… Cale scratched the back of his head, not hiding his discomfort really. Though surprise from one remark, hit him. “You never kissed the girl…that you said you were going to propose to?” If that was the case, then that might even mean the damn hipster didn’t even fuck her either. “Unlikely due to your status. Missing actor? That’s going to cause some buzz.” Oh yeah, Cale was the wrong person. “Now don’t look so damn gloomy, will ya? Especially over someone forgetting you.”

He gave a chuckle and smiled on Cale's remark on making people going crazy because of him. True, ture. From Miguel's point of view, Cale was looking good for a guy. He examined his face and body quickly, wondering if could they ever hook up? Being a sexoholic himself, Miguel already got tired from masturbating in the bathroom and desired to taste some flesh. From the first day, when he lost his virginity, to the present time he just couldn't even imagine him and some other dude having sex... Although, in past, he used to shoot in a couple of movies, where he had a kissing scene with a guy. And, you know, Miguel didn't find that disturbing at all! Still, he didn't want to go futher than a kiss with any male being. Definitly not yet.

"Yes, we were "dating" for a year and I didn't even kissed her," he repeated and turned his head over his oponent, giving a light chuckle, "To be fair... I was the one calling it "the proposal"... I wanted to give her thi-," Miguel rummaged through his pockets, trying to find the ring he wanted to gift Jane, but, of course, it was missing. "Eh, I wanted to gift her a ring and share our first kiss, that's all."

He gave a sigh and then closed his eyes, remembering the moments he shared with Jane for the last year, "Yeah, "my status"... As you may know," he gave a small chuckle and continued, "You probably don't, but it is not important, my last relationship ended with a huge heartbreak... And a huge negative impact on my career. The yellow press was full of pictures of me and my ex! THAT was a buzz indeed! That kind of buzz I wish nobody will ever have to go through."

Miguel stoped for a moment and glanced at Cale, checking his reaction. He saw that his roommate wasn't that type of person to talk about stuff like this... "Sorry, pal, but you have no choice. You have to take the role of a psychologist for today... Ple-e-e-ease," he thought and gave an apologising smile. Miguel was visiting a psychologist for two years after the breackup and now he needed to vent or else he was going to drive himself insane.

"Sorry, I'll stop looking gloomy", he smiled and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "You know,.. Jane said me the same thing once,.. She forced me to stop beeing "gloomy". She got me out of the depression, I've started filming again, it had seemed to me that normal life was about to begin and - BAM - I'm here". His smiled turned into a fworn. "And you know... WHY I asked myself if I know what love actually is? Because I always was the one srewing the relationship. Every single one of them and when I finally thought, that, yes, I found her,.. the fate took me away from Jane." He gave a sigh and massaged the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry. You probabbly miss those you hold dear too. I shouldn't have vent my frustration to you." If he was a girl, he would definitly burst in tears that moment. But he wasn't. Men don't cry.

Oh man. This guy was really old school…It was kind of cute. But a kiss? He understood that there were people not having sex until married and all that shit. But a kiss? Now that was too extreme… But oh well, it was what the guy had wanted to do with his life. Until this kidnapping crap happened. “Kudos to you for waiting so long.” He stated, watching as the guy rummaged through his pockets. Most likely looking for that ring of course.

“I definitely don’t know. Just know that you’re an actor that featured on some popular magazines.” That definitely meant that the guy was a popular actor. He listened to as the male began remarking about his last relationship ending in heartbreak and being the center of drama in the tabloids. Well that had to suck. Most likely for both Miguel and the chick he had been together with. “Probably made you even more famous…though not in a good way I guess.” A lot of women probably still fangirled over him, yet others probably thought he was shit due to the heartbreak deal. The tabloids were good at pointing fingers and raking up more trash and dirt on the celebrities.

He sighed lightly as the guy stared at him and gave him an apologizing smile. He’d let the guy vent, but the other male had better not expect any heartfelt, inspiring words from him. “I’m just not too thrilled with people looking so gloomy around me.” Cale commented, listening to more of the male’s story. “Sorry, Miguel. But I definitely can’t tell you what love is, even though I probably been close to something like that before.” But that was years ago, Cale thought to himself. “I didn’t have much attachments…only maybe one person. But we only kept in touch, while never seeing each other.”