[CLOSED] 'cause when you're with me...

[marcus owen foster]

"Well, I don't swoon over any guys at all and I really don't plan on starting now.." He said, putting his head in his hands. He slicked his hair back, looking down at the floor. He looked at the tiles for a bit. 'I need the strength to just.. never see this guy again..' He thought, closing his eyes.

"Everything just gets so much harder when someone cares.. Because you actually start to feel bad... You think someone might actually miss you when you're gone.. Even if you know they'll only think about you every once and awhile.." He chewed on his lip, keeping his eyes closed as he prayed the boy just didn't touch him. His phone went off again, and he pushed it off his lap onto the bench beside him.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony was avoiding touching him now though. "Damn then," He huffed. "Because no matter what you do, I already care." He shrugged indifferently, hummed to The Getting Over It Part under his breath, thinking how ironic it was that that one song was stuck in his head. He sighed.

[marcus owen foster]

"I still don't see why. I'm nothing but a freak. You could be doing a million other things. Including eating the lunch I brought you. But you still just sit here.." He trailed off, running his hands through his hair again. He sighed, covering his mouth with his hand as he coughed.

"What happens if I just leave and never come back?" He asked, still looking down.

[tony angel martyn]

"You want me to eat the lunch? Fine." He pulled the bowl out, found a spoon in the bottom of the bag. "If you did that would be your own problem. I would probably ask around, probably worry. I'd think about you, wonder why I fucked up and let you go. I wouldn't give up though. Even if you don't care, even if you leave. I'm supposed to help and protect you, and I want to as well."

[marcus owen foster]

"Yeah.." He said quietly, looking back down. He didn't feel like talking anymore, didn't feel like having to fight tooth and nail with a guy who was honestly like, his clone in every way. Right down to the sarcastic mouth. He drummed his hands on his legs, then leaned over, lacing his fingers together. He sat there in silence, thinking about everything and nothing at all, those same sarcastic words ringing in his ear. 'You wish.' He bit his lip, trying to drown it out.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony sighed, eating in silence, eyeing Marc every now and then but otherwise not saying a word. He ran a hand through his hair, something about him seeming more agitated than usual. He yawned, rubbing at his neck, eyeing people that passed.

He dropped his gaze at a familiar, sneering face, biting at his lip, glaring at the ground as the word 'faggot' was uttered by the male stepping into Victoria Secret with his girlfriend.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc looked up, biting his lip. He looked over at Tony, seeing his head down. "If he wants to see faggot, I'll show the ass faggot." He said flatly, leaning back against the bench. He crossed his arms over his chest, staring the guy down. He hated that word more than any of the other words to ever be spoken. He gritted his teeth, finally looking down at his feet.

"Don't let him bother you, Tony.. Don't let ignorant jerks get to you. You're too cute to be upset." He said quietly, his eyes moving over his feet.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony only shook his head angrily. "It doesn't matter," He mumbled, saw the guy look over his shoulders, puckering his lips tauntingly.

"Just a guy from school...nothing new.." He admitted guiltily. "Not like I'm not used to it, 'specially from him."
He kept his eyes fixed on the ground now.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc looked back over at him, tipping his chin back. "Chin up. Stop being a wuss. You're cute, and you're sweet and it's his fucking problem he wants to be rude to you. Not yours. Who cares if you wanna be with guys? He's just a narrow minded prick." He patted Tony's arm gently, then pulled his hands back into his lap.

"And if all else fails, beat the hell out of him." He said with a shrug, running his hand up and down one of his arms.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony shook his head. "I don't fight.." He whispered. A hoarse, unamused laugh passed his lips. "Hell, I've probabky only thrown a punch once in my fucking life."

He watched the guy come out with his girlfriend, looked away. A thong was thrown a him, laughter. "See you at school faggot."