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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 17:10:22 GMT -5
Devon crossed his arms over his chest. "I dunno..." He mumbled in response, unsure of his jeans size. He had only shopped for his own clothes once, that beig when Dallas had sent him out. Chrystian had always bought everything for him, even when he was at Dallas' instead of at home. When she had been at the hospital for awhile though, he had gone back.
"It hurts.." He whimpered, the fear in his usually apathetic eyes giving way that he was ready to run and hide again at any moment.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 24, 2012 17:15:41 GMT -5
"I know it hurts.." He whispered, reaching over to brush his hair back. "I know. You need to let someone look at you. You don't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend or something? Do you wanna go to the doctor?" He wrung his hands together in his lap, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He hadn't helped anyone but Mat. And that was it.
"You're gonna be okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." 'I'm dying anyways.. Why would I want to hurt anyone?' He thought, lowering his head for a moment.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 17:21:04 GMT -5
"Doctor..?" He chewed on his lip in confusion, looking around for a place to hide. "I got..a boyfriend..." He backed up until his back was against the counter when someone walked in, working his jaw as he watched them, head tilting a bit when they stopped to use the urinal.
Again, deprived of public interaction, a house bathroom was all he was used to. "What are you looking at, freak?"
He bit his lip, hands fisting a his sides.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 24, 2012 17:34:21 GMT -5
"Shut the fuck up. Seriously." Britt snapped, looking up at him. He turned back to Devon, tapping his fingers on his legs. He didn't know what he should do.
"Uh.." He pulled out his phone. "Do you know his number or..? I mean, if he works somewhere.. I can go get him for you.." He offered, chewing on his lip ring. He was at a loss, trying to help someone he didn't even know who didn't seem to care whether he got better or not. He looked back down into his lap, rubbing his legs.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 17:45:41 GMT -5
"Uh Spenc-...Spencers..and Hot Topic.." He had seen the names enough to remember them. "It's Zander..." He chewed on his snakebites, staring down at the floor.
Only when Britt left to get him did he move for one of the stalls, managing to figure out the lock before climbing onto the toilet and pulling his knees to his chest. He had wanted to go see him, had been heading that way before running into the guy.
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Post by britton "britt" markus roberts on Mar 24, 2012 18:02:33 GMT -5
Britt walked off, trying each store in turn before they were finally able to contact him downstairs unloading a truck. He waited what seemed like forever before the dark haired man came back into the store.
"What's wrong?" He asked, and Britt just waved his arms in frustration. He lead him to the bathroom, where he waited for someone to leave. He locked the door, mumbling to Zander what happened.
"Devon?" Zander called. "Baby, it's okay.."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 18:11:14 GMT -5
Devon raised his head at the voices, sniffing softly. He stumbled off the toilet hesitantly, unlocking the stall and perking from it over at the other two.
He bit his lip, stepping out, and hugged Zander tight for a moment, burying his face. He winced faintly, stepping back and leaning up against the wall, rubbing at his aching legs.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Mar 24, 2012 21:53:08 GMT -5
Zander wrapped his arms around him, rubbing the small of his back gently as he kissed the top of his head. He heard Britt leave and leaned over to lock the door again. He reached over to Devon, running his fingers slowly through his hair. "Do you know who it was?" He asked slowly, obviously hurt. 'Everyone hurts him and I'm never around to help. What a shitty boyfriend I am..' He thought, chewing on his lip as he scanned Devon's face.
"I'm so.. so sorry, Devon.." He breathed, his breath hitching.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Mar 24, 2012 22:29:21 GMT -5
"I dunno..." He mumbled, shaking his head. He stared down at the floor a moment, chewing on his lip. "He called me fag..then said he'd show me what one was.." He whimpered, hiding his face against Zander's shoulder.
"Dylan never did nothin' like that..." He played with Zander's shirt, his own still under the row of sinks.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Mar 24, 2012 22:50:44 GMT -5
Zander rubbed his back gently, resting his chin on Dylan's head. He almost wished he hadn't told him what happened. It only made him feel worse. He tipped his chin back and kissed him softly, stroking his cheek gently. "There's nothing wrong with liking boys, Devon. Nothing. And anyone who tells you any different is lying." He whispered, running his fingers through his hair again.
"Do you want me to get you a change of clothes?" He asked, then resumed biting his lip. Today kept getting worse and worse. Nevada almost passing out again, him almost slamming his hand in a steel door, and now Devon. Any normal person would probably be completely and utterly frazzled.
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