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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 14:02:21 GMT -5
"And why not? We all know who's getting the crown. And if you aren't there, they're just gonna do it Monday. Besides, the votes for prom queen are going to a lesbian anyways. So it's not like it really matters. One dance and you can ditch the place." He bobbed his head to the music, glancing over at him.
"I don't. I just happen to have failed like, seven times. We did find out I have a high tolerance to sleeping pills. It wad like, four hours before I finally went into a coma." He pulled into a parking spot, stretching in his seat.
"Go in with you? I guess. If you want." He grabbed his wallet out of his book bag, then got out the car, putting his keys in his pocket.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 14:46:59 GMT -5
Dyson shrugged. "I probably have stuff to do that night," He mumbled. The damned guy he was working with was already starting to run his life. But he may as well swing by before leaving.
He huffed at Lucas' explanation. "We all have it rough at some point Luc. But believe it or not, you got at least one person who will miss your annoying ass."
He got out without another word, working his jaw as he fixed his hair, hoping not to seem too weak, vulnerable. He opened the doors, stepled inside the white washed waiting room and headed for the front counter.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 14:54:38 GMT -5
"Yeah. My aunt." He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He played with a box of tic tacs noisily, trailing along behind Dyson. He couldn't help thinking how visiting someone's sibling with them at the hospital was a 'couple' thing. And Luc didn't want to do 'couple' things. He didn't want to start turning over old stones he had buried for a reason. He pulled out his tic tacs, putting one into his mouth.
Bandit wandered over to him, wrapping her arms around his leg. "Waa, it sticks." He complained, tempted to shake her off.
"Come on, Bandit." Deacon said, and she smiled up at him. He pryed her off, setting her down next to Deacon before he jogged after Dyson.
"Little kids. Good grief." He felt for his phone, wondering if he read his dad's text right. But he didn't have it on him. "Man, fuck."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 15:17:28 GMT -5
Dyson shook his head in agitation. 'Naive,' He thought silently, slinking down the hall. He eyed Bandit warily, glaring at Deacon before he continued in silence, glancing over at Luc. "Problem?" He muttered, opening the door.
He fell short for a moment, working his jaw, and stepped towards the bed where the little girl was hooked to a mess of tubes. "Cancer's a bitch," He mumbled under his breath, reaching a faintly shaking hand to brush her cheek. He wondered where his parents were. Avoiding him probably.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 15:25:43 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm breathing.." He mumbled. He followed after him, running a hand through his hair. He closed the door gently after him, looking down at his shoes. He didn't want to intrude.
"Of course it's a bitch. If it were a whore, it would be too easy." He said, walking over to the window. He sat on the window sill. Moving a bit, he managed to fit his feet in too. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He had choir practice he really didn't need to be skipping, but he didn't want to go. If that text said what he thought it did, he would be in a room similar to this one tonight.
"I read a story about a girl who was dying one time." He messed with his finger nails. "She folded oragami. To help pass the time. I don't remember the ending, but I guess the moral was like.. death can take your body, but it can't take your spirit." He chewed on his lip. "Maybe you should get her a bear."
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 15:39:40 GMT -5
Dyson sat down on the edge of the bed, gazed up at him. "Yeah, maybe I should," He mumbled, running his fingers through her dirty blonde curls.
He sighed, gazing across the room. "You're not gonna tell anybody about this, right?" He murmured self consciously, lifting her delicate hand. He chewed on his lip, sat there a good ten minutes before his parents stepped in, mother in tears. He stood. "C'mon Luc, let's go..."
His father hesitated as if to say something, but neither stopped him when he headed for the door.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 15:49:33 GMT -5
Luc looked over at him, tilting his head. "I'm an ass, but I don't hate you, Dyson. I'm here to make your life a living hell, not ruin it." He smiled, looking out the window again. When his parents walked in, he looked up. He wiggled out of the window sill, humming something as he walked past them.
He followed him a little ways, then grabbed his arm, yanking him into the bathroom. He looked over at him, his tongue running over the healed piercing in his lip. He still had the scar, there for anyone to see who got close enough. "Everything's gonna be okay, Dyson.." He said, hoping his words weren't a lie. He knew Dyson would just make his life a living hell if they were. More than he already has. "You can't give up on her. She needs someone who's able to help her, and has faith in her.. She needs someone who's gonna be there when she pulls through." He leaned up, kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth. The butterflies he got in his stomach nearly made him sick.
"It's okay.." He whispered, biting his lip.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 16:27:06 GMT -5
Dyson walked in silece, head down, hair hiding his face, tensed as his arm was grabbed. He didn't fight it though, just wasn't in the mood. He gazed at Lucas brokenly. "I dunno about that, Luc," He mumbled. "And I'm not going to get my hopes up."
The kiss on the corner of the mouth made his breath catch. He worked his jaw some, brushed his thumb gently over his cheek. "I could say the same for you, but you wouldn't believe me, huh? You'd still try and kill yourself. Sometimes that honestly seems the best way out." He brushed his fingers up through Luc's hair a moment, huffed as his phone went off. "Crap," He groaned.
His boss, probably. School wouldn't even be over yet, but the guy was damn persistant. And he was dreading going, always did. He rubbed at his arm, a bruise hidden beneath his shirt and cover-up.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 13, 2012 16:33:21 GMT -5
Luc blushed at the feeling of Dyson's thumb on his cheeks. 'So many fucking sleepless nights over you and you'd never know it..' He thought, looking up at him. He felt Dyson's hand in his hair, and leaned over, running his own hands through it, trying to hide the fact he was sick from butterflies. No one ever gave him butterflies..
"It wouldn't fucking matter, Dyson. I don't have anything to live for. Nothing but myself. And that's no reason to keep living. What do you care if I finally kill myself?" He looked up at him in question, then heard his phone go off. He walked over to the sink, turning on he water. He started washing his hands, a bad habit he had every time he came to the hospital. He didn't care how clean they were.
"So where am I driving you next?" He asked, scrubbing his hands so hard he nearly made them bleed.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 13, 2012 16:38:55 GMT -5
"Stop," Dysin caught Luc's wrists, surprising himself with the action. "I do care, that should be what matters if nothing else does. I might try and beat the shit out of you every day, but that's not who I am, okay? This is the real me, telling you I give a fuck about what you do in all honesty." He let him go, tucking hair behind an ear as he pulled his phone out to stare down atthe location he had been texted. It was always different, for work. "Uh, any alley on the other side of town?" He questioned, the words a halfhearted mumble. He would be walking home tonight, he knew that much. If he could even bring himself to move after what was coming.
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