[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

"Maybe." He mumbled. He didn't care how dangerous this was, realizing sadly that he was content to just sit there with Zain. He chewed on his lip, watching the breeze blow the swing. It creaked, swaying back and forth before it fell still. He ran his hands up and down his leg, just sitting silently there. He honestly had no interest in talking anymore, was too busy going back and forth with himself in his head. 'You don't even know him. How could you possibly care anything about someone who you know nothing about? He doesn't want you.' And then 'But maybe he has a chance.' 'He likes the sex.' 'Maybe he doesn't...'

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain shifted his weight again, got up after a moment and walked towards the tree. He circled it curiously, eyebrows furrowing. Maybe the LSD had been a bad idea, because there was no snicker, no hilarity, when he began to scream angrily. After a good five minutes he walked back over to Monroe and sat down, drew his legs up childishly and glared at the tree.

[monroe owen hughes]

"The tree's looking at you in a rude tone of voice?" He asked seriously, knew he probably wouldn't get the joke considering he was high. That or he would fall over laughing. He watched him, wondering if he should ask him something, wondering if he would even remember if Monroe did anything. So he just sat there. He pulled out his phone, seeing more missed calls from his mom before his screen flickered and went dead.

"Ah. Well." He tucked it back into his pocket. He leaned back, crossing his legs at the ankles. He reached up, looking at what he was doing as he started to twist his fingers through the holes in the fence, tugging gently, completely unaware that his shirt had ridden up.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain stared at him like he was crazy. "No tree," He slurred. But Monroe's voice had made the images fall away.
He watched Monroe, then moved and stradled him, kissed him hungrily. Tears dripped down his cheeks but he didn't notice, hands slipping up Monroe's shirt, tongue brushing his lower lip.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe looked up at him, kissing him back just as hungrily. He leaned forward, untangling his fingers from the fence. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, parting his lips slowly. He traced his tongue over Zain's. He reached up, pulling his face closer. He leaned up, a million thoughts running through his mind.

He pulled away for a breath before he kissed him again, holding him closer. 'Don't make me let go..' He thought.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain's tears didn't exactly stop, but at the same time he didn't know he was crying. He pressed up against Monroe as much as he could, legs on either side of his hips, hands resting on his chest, fisting in his shirt. He pulled him up closer still, heart racing from the adrenalin and drugs.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe hugged him close, pulling away slowly. He brushed the tears from his cheeks, looking up at him. "What's wrong, Zain..?" He asked, gently running his fingers through his hair. He chewed on his lip, watching him hesitantly. He wondered if he had done something wrong, if he was wrong for calling him here. He rubbed his back gently, reaching his other hand up to stroke his cheek.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain just stared at him. The pills he had were strong. But not always did he get hallucinations that he wanted. Sometimes they were nightmares, memories. One couldn't tell when he was sober. It was why he so rarely drank or did drugs outside of being with his cousins. It had been a stupid mistake. It was why he acted out...
He gritted his teeth in response, grip tightening until his fingers dug against Monroe's chest. His head found his shoulder as he peered past the chain link fence, working his jaw.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe wasn't used to having someone look to him for comfort, no one besides his little sister. And she could be cheered up by a malt and a candy bar most of the time. He just ran his hand gently through his hair before he rubbed his back slowly, wrapping his other arm tightly around him. He leaned back against the fence again, chewing on his lip as he looked out at the playground.

"It doesn't have to be okay right now, but it'll be okay eventually.." He mumbled, hugging him close. It felt strange to him, having someone so close to him who didn't want to sleep with him.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain tensed briefly. "Why don't y-..you love me?" He slurred softly. "You said you would... you said you would make the hurt go 'way... You should of died, not them..." He spoke the words as if they were a play back. They had been spoken before, drugs currently taking him on a trip. Mentally he was in a different time and place. Suddenly he pushed at Monroe's chest, screaming again angrily.