[OPEN] will you stay away forever?

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc groaned, pulling his wrists away. "You don't understand. I don't like hospitals. They're gross and.. ugh, fuck. I feel sick." He groaned, flicking his fingers in the sink. He walked over, drying his hands on a paper towel.

He tossed it in the trash, putting his hands in his pockets. "If you don't care what I do, then why did you tell me not to kill myself? Sounds to me like you care.." He said, looking over at him. But his usually bright blue eyes were troubled, obviously hurt beyond fixing. He looked away, biting his lip. "Kay." He mumbled, pushing open the door with his back. He made his way out of the hospital, stopping long enough to give the little red head a tic tac. She smiled up at him, and he walked away, trailing after Dyson. He loved little kids, even if he said he didn't.

"You wanna uh.. get a shake or something..?" He asked, looking down at his feet.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"I just said I do care, Luc," He murmured softly, searching his face as he trailed after him out of the hospital, not stopping until they were outside. The question eased him up a bit before he looked around. May as well enjoy the next hour or so before hell all over again.

Nobody was out here. "Yeah, sure." He reached over, sliding his fingers under Luc's chin and lifting it. "Chin up, hm? You have pretty eyes, let the worled see them." He kissed his forehead before drawing away and slinking back towards the car.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc blushed, looking up at him. He pulled out his wallet, looking through it slowly. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, just a reason to keep his head down. He unlocked his car and slid in, tossing the wallet in the console. He grabbed his cigarettes, putting one in his mouth. He lit it, then tossed the pack and the lighter into the console.

"I never go inside. So I guess we're just going to McDonald's or something." He said, starting the car. He played with the radio, flipping through the CDs. He pulled his phone out, and it said exactly what he thought it said. "Fuck." He mumbled, throwing it in the back. He pulled out of his parking spot, taking a log drag off his cigarette before he offered it to Dyson.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson watched him with his phone, frowning a bit at the curse. His lips parted, about to question it, but he guessed it was none of his business anyway.

"Okay..." He mumbled, taking the cigarette and drawing on it a few times. He tapped ashes out the window, then passed it back, shifting his weight a bit and double checking the address he had been sent before deleting the message.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I'm getting fucked tonight. Screw this." He said, glancing over at him to take the cigarette. He put it back in his mouth, shifting in his seat. He had no doubt he wouldn't be at school tomorrow. Or for the rest of the school year, as far as he was concerned. His dad had made a big mistake getting him a hunting rifle the year before.

He looked at the clock, gritting his teeth. "I don't wanna go to choir." He groaned, stopping at a red light. He leaned back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head. He took another drag off the cigarette, then died it out in the ash tray. He pressed the gas as soon as the light turned green, waiting a moment before he actually put his hands back on the wheel. "This is why no one rides with me."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"You're not the only one," Dyson murmured, not sure if he meant it literally or not. He gazed over at him with hesitant blue eyes, then reached and took one of his hands gently. "Just calm down, Luc. Okay?" He brushed his thumb over the top of the smooth skin gently.

"And don't go, if it's that dreaded." Said him, the guy about to be forced into what could barely be called underwear, about to become a fake on the camera, about to be beaten and gang raped...

He worked his jaw a bit, grip tightening some. "What's wrong, Lucas?" He could care less about the dangerous driving.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

He used his other hand to drive, sitting up a bit in his seat. He slipped his fingers between Dyson's absently, thinking he was glad his windows were so darkly tinted they were almost illegal. "My dad and mom got back together and he knocked her up." He bit his lip, driving with his knee to grab his gum. He put his hand back on the steering wheel, managing to get a piece out. He tossed the pack to the floor, then wiggled the gum out of the wrapper.

"So now they get another fuck up running around. Unless she loses this one, too." He shrugged. "I won't be around to find out." He blew a bubble with his gum, pulling into the drive-through of McDonald's.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson listened silently. But as they pulled up, he reached over and yanked the wheel, jerking the car towards the lot and pulling out the keys. He shoved them in his pocket. "That's why nobody drives with me, either," He murmured, reaching to force him to look his way.

"You're not going to kill yourself, Luc. You're what, nineteen? If they care so little, move out. I haven't because I need the damned money to help my sister, not live alone."

He played with his hand gently a moment, gazing down at it. "You're the only one I can tell anything to." He mumbled. "But it's not just selfish reasoning, you got a lot to live up to Luc, if you make it that way.."

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I don't even have on my seat belt!" He complained, holding out his hand for his keys. "You can have anyone, okay? You can have every cheerleader and jock wrapped around your fucking finger, okay? And don't tell me you can't because there's at least seven of them who stare at you every damn game. Every time you walk down the hall, you have eyes following you. Half of those people would kill to have you. So don't tell me you don't have anyone."

He climbed over the console and into his lap. "Now are you going to give me my keys or am I going to do a cavity search?" He asked, pinning him to the seat with by his shoulders. "I will make out with you until you fork them over. I will bang you until you give them back. Now give me my keys."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson huffed. "No, they have the Dyson they want already. I don't have anyone, because that Dyson isn't me." He glared at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "I dare you. You don't get them back, though. Not if you're just going to off yourself."

He leaned back, gazing up at him stubbornly as he shook hair from his face. "Let me prove something to you here, Lucas."
He reached out, hand sliding to the back of his head, fingertips grazing the nape of his neck as he kissed him softly on the lips.