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

[marcus owen foster]

Marc picked it up, using it as a slingshot to fling the spoon at the guy's head. "Pick on someone your own damn size, motherfucker." He spat, throwing it back at him. "My sister's models this shit. I could hang you with one. And if you wanna find out how, keep talking shit." He gritted his teeth together, eyeing the guy with anger. He leaned back against the bench again, folding his arms across his chest.

"People's mouths need to stop writing checks their ass can't cash." He said under his breath, his jaw clenched in anger.

[tony angel martyn]

The guy rubbed at his head but laughed arroganty, his girlfriend flipping them off as they continued on.

Tony just sat there, shaking his head. "You don't get it. So you stopped him from doibg anything else this time. It's not like you wanted to hang out with me Marc, you said yourself 'what happens if you never see me again'? It's not like you're in fucking high school. He does this almost every day okay? And trying to protect me is only going to give him more reasons to fuck me up."

He rubbed at his face, sighed.

[marcus owen foster]

"If I didn't want to hang out with you, I would have dropped off the food and left, Tony.." He said quietly, looking down at his hands. "I'm sorry I can't be there at school to protect you.. But if I could, Tony, I would.. I don't want to see you get hurt. And if he lays a hand on you, so help me God, he will never see the light of day again. Mark my words. I'm not laughing. This isn't funny." He said, looking over at Tony.

"I'm not going to let you get hurt if I can help it, Tony.."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony only chewed on his lip. "Thought you didnmt want to get attached," He snapped. "That should mean not helping with this too." He caught himself, paused. "Sorry...I just-....fuck." A hand ran through his hair again. "I don't even tell my so-called sister because she'd try to protect me. I hate who I am okay?"

[marcus owen foster]

Marc put his head in his hands. He didn't know what to think anymore. He tried to help someone and get chewed out. But he would have felt bad if the boy got hurt.

"... up. I give up.." He mumbled, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know what to do anymore.. You're the only person who cared about me, and all I wanted was to keep you safe. Tell me how I'm wrong because I don't fucking get it.." He leaned back on his knees, biting his lip.

"I don't wanna get attatched. But I am, okay?"

[tony angel martyn]

"No...it's right...none of that is wrong Marc..I just-...the things you say..I really do believe you're gonna up and leave and that'll be it. That's why I don't want to get attached either. Honestly I'm fuckin' scared of letting that guy see you prtect me is all, besides, you're the one I should be helping, not the other way around." He sighed.

[marcus owen foster]

"Tony.. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you.. You said yourself you can't defend yourself.. I don't wanna see you on the news as much as you don't want to see me.." He said quietly, looking over at him. "I don't want to see you hurt.. No matter how hard I try, I can't not want to be around you.. It's something about you.." He reached over, gently taking Tony's hand. "I'm not gonna see you hurt, Tony.."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony stared down at their hands, Marc's move this time. He sighed, leaning back against the bench, hoped they didn't mind he wasn't back yet. They adored him though, he could talk himself out of it. But right now he wasn't feeling his usual, bubbly self.
"How completely...." His words trailed into whispered lines and he shook his head.

"Just...keep in touch more often yeah?"

[marcus owen foster]

"Fine." Marc said, picking up his phone and putting it back in his pocket. He didn't want to leave, but he was tired of being put in the wrong by the guy. He walked over and picked up the spoon, throwing it in the trash. He ran a hand through his hair, making a mental note to go get it cut as he walked out of the mall, his head down and his hands in his pockets.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony only watched him go dejectedly, hadn't meant to have him leave. He opened his mouth to call him back, grittes his teeth. "I'm a fuckin' idiot."

Getting up he staljed back into Victoria Secret. Because of the mood he was in, everybody left him alone.

He forced a smile when someone needed help or checked out, but as soon as he was alone again, the act fell away.