Tinkermitch, fairyboy of pixie hollow...

[MITCHELL PRESSLEY]

Mitchie hadn't been planning to leave his dorm until he got this darn Creative Writing project done, but then Ryan let spill that he had glasses, and...well...Mitchie had to see this for himself! Ryan seemed pretty determined to hide them from him, but Mitchie was going to get himself over to that boy's dorm before he could find his contacts, and there was nothing Ryan could do about it.

Minimizing the chat he'd been in where he'd told Ryan he was coming over right then, he turned to go over to his dresser. Just because he was in a hurry didn't mean he had to look it. It was Mitchie's top priority to look put-together.

Fixing a scarf around his neck neatly and spraying his hair in place he gave one last look at his reflection and then left the dorm for Ryan's. It wasn't a far trip, so he was sure Ryan was sitting there wondering if Mitchie had really meant what he'd said. The thing about Mitchie was, he always meant what he said. Smirking lightly as he approached the door he took a pause before knocking hard a few times and then folding his arms.

"I know you're in theeerree, Clark Kent." He called teasingly, tapping his foot a bit in his impatience.

Tagged: Ryan&Stewiee :3
Outfit: Heree~
Notes: Heh, heh, thanks for the title, Hannah.

[RYAN MITCHELL]

If you asked me how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine.

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Ryan didn’t think Mitchie was really serious about coming over to see him wearing glasses. He just figured he was teasing, but then when Mitchie began not responding to the chat, Ryan’s blinked a few times at the screen, and then his jaw dropped. “Really? This may be the most embarrassing thing ever..” He mumbled to himself before opening up a new tab and going onto you tube. Searching for the song Not Over You by Gavin Degraw then began singing along to it. The song didn’t have any meaning to him, just he liked to sing it because of the voice, and in reality Ryan’s voice fitted well with singing, but he always denied it. He always figured that every time someone complemented him on his voice, it was them just being nice, not being truthful.

As the song ended, he felt a bit more confident that Mitchie was not coming to see him look so hideous, that was until he heard a knock on the door and then the small voice trail after the knock. Ryan froze in the chair before turning his head and looking at the door. I’m not letting you in, Mitchie. Then when Mitchie began knocking again, Ryan couldn’t help but to let the smile spread across his face.

Getting up from his chair he walked over to the mirror and scanned over his outfit. Everything looked acceptable, except those glasses he wore. Ryan rolled his eyes and made a few adjustments to the way his clothes were placed then took a large breath and walked up to the door, turning the knob and opening the door wide. Leaning on the door some, he looked over the boy then let out a sigh “Okay, you can laugh now.”
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Outfit:[/color][/size] This
Tagged:[/color][/size] Mitchie/Elle <3
Notes:[/color][/size] Awe Mitchie made him embarrassed and nervous c,:
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[MITCHELL PRESSLEY]

Mitchie was starting to get huffy when Ryan didn't immediately answer the door. He should've known it wasn't going to be the easiest to get Ryan to let him see him with his glasses on. Tapping his foot louder, and sighing out dramatically he frowned at the closed door. He will let me in, there's not even another option. He thought stubbornly. Knocking again louder after a few seconds he grumbled out "Ryyyan, I don't appreciate being kept waitingg!"

Finally grinning as the door opened his eyes went up to Ryan's face, inspecting the glasses carefully and then smirking. "Laugh? Why would I laugh?" He said as he sauntered through the door, still smirking up at Ryan as he finally let out a giggle. "I don't see why you say they're so bad. They look fine." Mitchie said as he continued to giggle, "You should wear them more often. They make you look especially intelligent." Mitchie nodded, taking them off Ryan and peering through them.

"Jeesh, your vision is insanely bad." He teased, putting them on for a second and turning to see if he could see his reflection well enough in Ryan's mirror. After a moment, though, he just took them off and blinked, trying to get his eyes to re-focus.

[RYAN MITCHELL]

Mitchie’s grin caught Ryan off guard, when he opened the door. He shouldn’t have been so surprised that the boy would be happy and satisfied when he got what he wanted, because surely it wasn’t the glasses that impressed him, or so Ryan thought. Giving a slight smile Ryan moved out the way for Mitchie to come in and then shut the door behind him. The boys giggle made Ryan’s face light up or at least smile. “Intelligent?” His eyebrows pushed together as he tilted his head to the side some and looked down at Mitchie. “Well, I’m not intelligent, so I guess I’d be lying if I wore these glasses.”

Lifting his hand to his neck, he rubbed the back of it before dropping his hand back down to his side trying to think of some way to make this less embarrassing. Instead, he found himself losing thought and trying to gain back his vision as Mitchie removed his glasses. He blinked a few times and looked straight forward at a blurred object with color that he could guess was Mitchie’s blonde hair. Standing still he chuckled. “Oh gee, thanks. I was born with these eyes, you know.” Ryan joked back towards the boys comment.

“You know, I would love to see how cute you look with my glasses on, but I’m blind so…” He trailed off, before giving a full pearly white and charming smile. This smile was more relaxed, it’s mission wasn’t necessarily meant to dazzle, but if it did, then that was a bonus. Though he wouldn’t get to see the boy blush because of his terrible eyes.

[MITCHELL PRESSLEY]

"You should lie more often, then." Mitchie teased as he giggled again and finally pushed Ryan's glasses back onto the boy's face. Putting a hand on his hip as he inspected the boy's dorm room. "Oh please, you don't need glasses to know I'm cute. It's just something you sense." He informed the boy with a smirk, walking over to the boy's desk and picking a magazine up.

The title stated pretty clearly what it was, and Mitchie turned back to Ryan with another, wider smirk. "Playboy, huh?" He said flipping through the pages, scrunching up his nose at the half-naked women. "I'm guessing this is for completely educational purposes, yes?" He joked as he set the magazine back down and continued his thorough inspection of Ryan's room.

What he was really looking for were those contacts of his. He wanted to hide those away quick, so Ryan would have to show those glasses off more often. They weren't as bad as the other thought anyway. No harm in getting him to let other people see, right? Nodding toward a pile of dirty clothes he sighed out, "I see the maid's been here already." Tsking lightly under his breath as he walked past Ryan and ruffled his hair.

[RYAN MITCHELL]

Regardless what Mitchie said about him wearing glasses, Ryan did not like them, therefore, he would try to avoid wearing them as long as he could. They may have fit his face more now, but when he was given glasses like these when he was a kid, it was an issue. It was horrible nerd status the way he looked in them. Cute nerds weren’t a problem, but then there was those nerds with terrible clothes and picked their nose. Nuh, uh.

When Mitchie began talking about how Ryan should just automatically know that he was cute, he held back a laugh and bit his tongue. Oh, and you say I’m cocky. Hypocriticalll. Cocking his brow at Mitchie afterward, he saw that he was looking into his dorm a little bit more than he should have been. This was verified when Mitchie found a play boy, but Ryan had nothing to hide, so taking a step backwards, he lowered himself down to sit on his bed, palm holding his chin.

After a moment, Ryan laughed, “If you’re looking for some certain something, you can just let me know, and I’ll tell you straight up.”