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

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash bit his lip, a little more interested in his chest than he should be. He sat the bottle in his lap, offering a smile as he sat down against the arm of the sofa, pulling his knees up. He took a long drink of his water, careful not to get any on himself.

'That's really cool.' He signed, sitting up a bit. He looked him over, then pretended to be interested by a Poison poster across the way on the wall. He was rocking his bottle back and forth when he saw the door open and jumped, spilling it on his arm. He bit his lip, quickly trying to shake it off.

"Oops. Sorry, Nash." His step dad said, tossing him a box. Nash caught it, the water slowly creeping across his body. He tossed the box down, trying to get the water off.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan had dropped his shirt only moments before, looked up curiously, albeit a bit wary as the guy opened the door and tossed a box Nashville's way.

He glanced towards the other boy, his sudden urgency to get rid of the water. A fear of it, maybe? But that didn't make sense. Another thought crossed his mind and he smirked faintky at the thought, keeping the action descreetly hidden however.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash finally go the water off of him, and walked back to the couch, looking down at the box. He tore it open, pulling out a new pair of earphones. He looked up to thank his step dad, but he had left. Nash held them up with a smile, then climbed back onto the couch. He laid back a bit, but kept his feet close to himself.

'Say something.' He signed, looking over at him. He tilted his head a bit, biting down on his lip again.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan watched this all, a faint, absent smile just barely tilting his lips. At the signed words, he laughed. "Like what?" Was all he questioned.

He rubbed at his jeans again, playing with the jacket in his lap before setting it aside. "You seem...like a really good guy. I don't get why people can't see past the problems." He spoke slow and clear, staring directly at him.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash looked back at him, wringing his hands together in his lap. He didn't want to acknowledge that he felt drawn to the guy. And his words didn't help him to shake the feeling either. He smiled a bit, his eyes never wavering from Dylan's.

"B-because.. people don't like fi-.. ish.. that can't hear.." He said, then bit down on his lip again. He pulled his feet closer to him, taking in a deep breath. "A-and.. besides.. g-girls don't wa.. -ant a boy who can b.. arely talk.." He sat up against the arm of the sofa, folding his legs under him.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan only shook his head in further exasperation. "And that's what I don't get," He huffed, careful not to let his voice be too quiet. "Your voice doesn't matter." He tapped a finger against his chest. "It's what's here that counts. And my heart is pretty damn fucked, nasty. But yours, yours isn't Nash."

He broke the gaze for the briefest moment, realized his heart was racing. And still he denied anything. Yeah, he was nasty, to everyone. So why couldn't he bring himself to say a single rude thing to this guy? He didn't want this attraction...didn't want to hurt him.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"You can't.. be a-all bad.. Y-you're ta-alking.. to me.." He mumbled. He lowered his gaze into his lap, still wringing his hands together. He wanted the boy to leave so he wouldn't have to deal with looking at him and actually feeling something besides thanks. But on the other hand, he wanted him to stay and keep talking.

'Maybe that's just it..' He thought.

"You're.. the on-only one who bo.. bothered.." He looked back up at him. "That.. means you're o-okay.."

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan shook his head. "You don't even know of the things I've done." He leaned back, looking away again, studying everything else but him, trying to get his mind off of it. He wondered if he could ever stop, ever learn. He doubted it. He was a born killer, a born sex addict. All because of an inhuman mom who had never uttered a thing about it, had died when he was only two.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash lowered his gaze, not sure what to say. He didn't know what the boy had done. But what people did doesn't make them who they are. At least, not as far as Nash was concerned. It just meant it was in their nature is all.

"But.. t-that's not.. the D-Dylan sitting h.. here.." He mumbled, moving a little closer. "Y-you said.. I ma-ade you.. smile.."

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan looked over at him in all seriousness. "You did, and you made me laugh... I haven't heard myself laugh in a long time."

He turned to stare at the opposite wall, singing the lyrics to 'The 21st' by Blue October, had never been able to shake how fitting it was for his fucked up life and family.
He tossed his hat aside, running a hand through dyed hair.

"The 21st. comes so soon every month
An anniversary of not being strong enough
You're much too co-dependent
A shrink is recommended

Your father tells you to try to be responsible
Your mother loves you, but not the way she did before
Your brother's torn to pieces
Nobody knows the reasons

He loves the winter, but it smells too much like memories
The ornament she gave him still hangs from his Christmas tree
A jingle bell will glisten
That's when she loved to kiss him

So say farewell to all the little things she would say and do
The morning, sleepy eyed girl waves goodbye to you
You're much too co-dependent
A shrink is recommended
Yeah...

But yeah, who are the people you hang around with?
Who are the ones you're gonna call?
When you feel like ending it all?
But yeah, who are the people you hang around with?
Who are the ones you're gonna call?
When you feel like ending it all?

But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down

But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down.."