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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 28, 2012 1:38:34 GMT -5
Nash laid in his bed for awhile, looking up at the ceiling. There must have been something about the boy there. That's all he could think. Maybe he was an old friend. Or his little brother. He had more than one, right? Or a cousin. Maybe someone he hadn't seen in awhile. The boy looked strange though, costume makeup on and a vest over his clothes. 'Maybe he's strange..' He thought, then climbed out of bed. He walked into the living room and realized Dylan was crying. His dad wasn't in the kitchen, so he must have went into his room.
"Dylan.." He whispered, kneeling down beside him. "It's okay.."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 28, 2012 1:43:57 GMT -5
Dylan tensed, shaking his head. "No," He moaned into the couch, hands gripped at it. He refused to turn over. "I messed everything up..." He still didn't care if he heard, speaking mainly to himself anyway.
He found the dog tags around his neck and held them tight, wanting to cry harder but afraid of letting Nash see. He sniffed, trying to lock the feelings inside where they were hidden.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 28, 2012 1:55:46 GMT -5
Nash laid his head on Dylan's side, trying to comfort him. There was something different about him. He seemed a lot more uncaring now, a lot more sensitive. He didn't bother to make sure Nash heard what he was saying. In a way, that hurt Nash more than anything he could have ever told him.
"You can cry.. It's okay. E-everybody's gotta cry sometimes.." He said, rubbing his side gently.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 28, 2012 2:10:23 GMT -5
"It's not okay," Dylan snarled into the couch. He tilted his head to gaze at Nash. "I'm sick of crying." Rubbing the las of his tears away, holding them back felt like holding his breath.
Only there was a constant burn in his eyes, a constant ache inside of him. He drew in a slow breath
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 28, 2012 2:15:42 GMT -5
"W-what's wrong, Dylan? What.. did he do t-that made you so upset?" He asked, sitting up straighter. He didn't think Dylan was capable of hurting him, but how edgy he was now, he might try and choke him like he had his brother. He folded his hands in his lap, watching his every move carefully. In a way, he was just as innocent as Devon. Only he understood things better.
"P-please.." He reached over, wiping away a tear.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 28, 2012 9:14:00 GMT -5
Maybethat was why Dylan had fallen for him, the inncocence. "I-It doesn't matter, okay?" He huffed. "H-he's gone now, I c-can't have him back." He rubbed angrily at the last of the tears.
There were plenty more, deep inside. But he wouldn't be letting them out. Not any time soon in front of Nash. He couldn't.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 28, 2012 14:43:16 GMT -5
Nash crawled onto the sofa beside him, burrowing into his arms. He hugged him tightly, rubbing his back gently. "I-is he dead?" He asked, not sure what he had meant. He was new to the whole 'relationship' thing. He didnt even think Dylan was his boyfriend, to be honest. He had said he liked him, but Dylan had never asked. 'Maybe he's too busy for a boyfriend' he thought, looking up at him.
"You.. can c-cry. I'll hold you until you feel better, o-okay?"
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 28, 2012 20:18:02 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah..." He rasped, jaw trembling. He swallowed, not in the mood to explain, or be comforted. He wouldn't telk Nash what he had told Mat, how he just wanted to die instead of this, how he was fine taking the cowards way out.
He fell quiet, breaths quick and controlled.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 3, 2012 13:52:40 GMT -5
"Okay.." Nash mumbled, sitting back on his heels. He wrung his hands together in his lap, not exactly sure what he should do. He had never needed to comfort anyone. He had never worried about anyone besides his dad. He looked down into his lap, then reached up, rubbing absently at an eye. This far away from Dylan, he couldn't hear anything even if he wanted to. Not that he really wanted to. Dylan seemed upset with him. He drummed on his thighs then got up and walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around himself.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Mar 4, 2012 14:53:50 GMT -5
Dylan rolled onto his back, tilting his head with a shaky breath to watch Nash, admire him sadly as he moved. He couldn't cut everything off... He had to be here for him no matter what.
So afraid of break his heart.
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