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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 3:00:57 GMT -5
"Fucking crazy is what you people are." Nevada said, shaking his head as he took his spot behind the counter again. "I swear everyone around here is nothing but a bunch of fucking crazies."
Nash watched Zander collapse beside the boy, pulling him into his lap. The man stroked his hair gently, whispering things to him that Nash couldn't hear. He looked up at Dylan, and his heart pounded; but in fear this time. His breathing grew shallow, and he couldn't believe the guy he had fallen asleep on, the guy he had kissed would just attack someone like that. 'He's a monster.. I kissed a monster.. I let a monster sleep two feet from me last night..' He thought, hesitantly pulling himself to his feet.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 6:10:41 GMT -5
Devon scrambled for Zander as he dropped, curling up tightly and hiding his face like a frightened child, trembling. Dylan couldn't tell if he was crying or nit, scoffed.
He spun, and froze at the fear on Nash's face.
"Nash-...." He rasped, guilt washing over him. "I-..."
'I told you I'm nothing but a monster, didn't I? I told you Nash...I tried to get you to listen.' He stared at him, dropping his hands, and turned to leave the store in silence.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 14:18:25 GMT -5
Nash hesitated, but followed after him nonetheless. He hugged his arms around himself, his hands shaking.
"D-Dylan.." He mumbled, reaching out to grab his arm. "Dylan, why?" He was terrified of him now, but still wanted to see if he was okay, ask him why he had to do it.
'Its hard to get a deaf kid to listen.' He signed with his shaking hands.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 14:34:42 GMT -5
Dylan tensed at the touch, ready to shoulder him away. He glared his direction then cracked, grief in his eyes. 'I hoped you would never see that. I.....I wanted somebody who wasn't afraid of me.'
He dropped his hands, turning away, and tried to continue walking again, pissed her hadn't thought twice about Nashville witnessing that. Especially to his own god damned brother. Rage washed over him. Why the hell had he been there?
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 14:44:31 GMT -5
Nash suddenly felt guilty, like this was his fault Dylan was so upset. He reached out, taking his hand gently. It wasn't that he wanted to be afraid of him; he actually wanted to like him. He thought he might actually fall for him until now. He pulled his hand gently, looking up at him.
"Dylan.." He nearly pleaded. "I don't want.. to be.. P-please.. I.." He was more terrified of telling him how he felt than of Dylan himself. "You.. make m-my heart.. beat a little too f-fast.. A-and give me butterflies and.. Dylan.."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 14:48:54 GMT -5
Dylan's steps faltered. He lowered his gaze, listening to Nash try and explain. He only shook his head, figured it was too loud here for him to hear much, leaned close to his ear. "I feel the same Nash. It fucking scares me. I'm just going to hurt you even if I don't ever touch you." He pointed towards the store. "You-...you can't think that's the last time you'll see that. Especially around my fucking brother." Tears rolled unnoticed down his cheeks.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 14:57:14 GMT -5
Nash wrapped his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He leaned close to his ear, knowing he was probably too quiet. "You.. don't have to.. You c-can change.." He mumbled, moving so he could look at him. He cupped his cheek, kissing him slowly. He pulled away, brushing the tears off his cheeks. "Y-you don't have to hurt anyone.. Especially your.. brother.. You're o-okay, Dylan.."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 15:01:30 GMT -5
"I-I can't change..." He froze at the kiss, trembled, meeting it gently. Closing his eyes he let out a shaky breath. "I'm not fucking okay, can't you see that? I.....I want to see him hurt."
He looked away in shame, glanced back at him. Lips parted to say something else, then he clamped his mouth shut, deciding against it. He felt horrible, admitting this. "I'm sorry..."
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 15:13:50 GMT -5
"Why?" He asked, tears falling down his own cheeks. He rubbed his shoulders gently, looking up at him. "H-he's a little slow.. But I'm just a-as broken.. You.. hate him because h-he can love.. But y-you can too, Dylan.. Please.." He didn't know why he kept asking, or what he kept asking for but he needed to know Dylan was okay. "Dylan, y-you're fine.. E-even a broken clock is.. right twice a day.."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 15:26:05 GMT -5
Dylan's jaw trembled some, shaking his head mutely. "You'll see," He mumbled, leaned close. "How wrong you are...you can't protect him as much as the next person...can't help me." He wiped angrily at his face, then brushed gentle fingers over Nash's own damp cheeks.
"I hate myself so much..." He shook his head. "I don't get what you see in me."
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