[OPEN] 'Cause you sing like you're supposed to..

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

'Happy colors are nice. Except for bright green. That color makes me sick.' He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket and glanced down at the number he didn't know. He saw the word 'faggot' and just put it back in his pocket, not bothering with other people's stupidity right now.

'Egg yolk yellow is nice too. It's bright but mellow.' He looked over at Dylan again, thinking again how cute he was. His phone went off again, but this time it was Zander, explaining why he hadn't been at work. He stopped to read it, then continued on beside Dylan.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan shrugged at the comment about green, watching him with his phone. 'Yeah, that's a good color,' He agreed, looking around.
He sneered silently at someone one the other side of the street.

He slowed down when Nash did, so as not to get too far ahead, then continued when the phone was again pocketed.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash finally caught up with him again, wringing his hands together. 'Someone beat my manager. And he's been in the hospital. Which sucks, because the guy who had to take his place is a real pain.' He put his hands back into his pockets, then took them out again to open the door to the mall. He bounded the stairs, walking into the familiar store.

"Hey, hot stuff." Vegas said from where he was sitting. "You're early."

Nash just walked into the employee room, clocking in before looking over the list of stock he had to go get from the basement.

"T-thanks for walking me.." He mumbled, looking over at Dylan. He bit his lip.

[dylan flambyte parker]

'It wasn't me, promise. That sucks though. I hate dealing with people I don't like.' He followed him into the mall and to the store, eyeing the guy behind the counter warily.

Stepping out when Nash did, he smiled faintly. "No problem. You have a problem with me hanging out a bit? I have nothing else to do unless I want to go home."

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash shrugged. "I do-on't care. My manager p-probably doesn't e-either." He walked over to a stack of boxes Nevada had been nice enough to mark with aisle numbers. He picked one up of display t-shirts, and carried them to the other side of the store, folding them carefully before putting them in their place. He felt his phone go off, and pulled it out of his pocket.

'Zander's out of it.' He read, then looked over at Nevada.

'What happened to him?' He texted back before putting his phone in his back pocket and crouching to get another shirt.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan nodded, fixing his hat on his head. He patted Nash's shoulder when he grabbed the box and began to go through it, leaving him to work as he wandered around the dim store, picking things up to examine them and setting them back down.

He paused to look at the hats, then the racks of shirts quietly.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash texted Vegas a few times before he walked back to get another box off of the stack. A tired looking Zander walked out of his office, grabbing Nevada irritably.

"If I hear your phone go off one more fucking time, I swear you won't see the light of day ever again, Vegas." He growled, and Nevada held his hands up.

"Not me. Mine's on silent."

"You're a fucking liar. You're the only one stupid enough to have 'Lollipop' as your damn text tone. One more time, Vegas. Try me."

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan glanced up with a smirk as the two argued, mentally noting this must be the guy Nash had spoken about.

So when he spotted his own brother peering tiredly from the door of the back room, Dylan fell still. They saw each other about the same time. Devon seemed like he wanted to reach for the guy yelling at Nevada, but didn't want to bother him at the same time.

For Dylan, his brother was one thing he couldn't ignore, keep control of. In the moment he forgot about his wishes of keeping Nash on his good side, and stepped forward without hesitation.

It was like the sudden start of a cat fight, Devon yelping something as arms were twisted behind his back. Dylan's teeth gritted, body pressing close. "What the hell you doing here huh?" He sneered. "Find a better place to hide other than your new fucking teenage mommy?"

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"Dylan!" Nash screamed, dropping the box he was holding. He ran over, tugging helplessly on him. Zander rounded the corner, shoving Nashville out of the way. The boy fell to the floor, hitting his head with a loud thump.

Zander wrapped an arm around Dylan's neck, attempting to haul him off of Devon. Nashville tried to get to his feet, his head throbbing now. Nevada wrapped his arms around Zander, trying to get him off the guy before he killed him. Because Nevada knew all to well Zander was capable of killing over this boy.

"Let go of Devon!" Nevada screamed, hearing Zander grit his teeth, his grip growing tighter on Dylan's throat.

"Dylan, s-stop!" Nashville cried, finally managing to sit against the wall. "L-let him go!"

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan tried shaking them off, gagging faintly at the tight grip over his throat. He spun Devon around, slamming his back against the wall, hands oressing to his brothers throat, thumbs digging in firmly until Devon was trying to claw them away.

"Fucking idiot," Dylan snapped, pulling him away from the wall and shoving it against him again. "You wanna use the knife again Devon?" He taunted. "You wanna fucking deal with me?!"

Unprevoked attack was exactly what it had been. Devon had so much as looked at him and hear they were. He struck Devon across the face harshly. But Nash's words, plea, peirced through his thoughts, shattering them, and he faltered. He cleared at his whimpering brother and simply let go, watching him drop.