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[Lady Turnip]

lady turnip's test thread.
please do not post

i would have come through for you

[Lady Turnip]

to think i might not see those eyes, makes it hard to say goodybe

"I'm looking for Albert...Franchisca?" The calm and steady voice betrayed no emotion as it;s owner held up an official looking badge to a nurse. The young woman behind the desk took the badge and looked over it intently, making sure it was real before nodding her head and pointing down a hallway, eager to get this man away from her and to be able to get back to her novel. She was at the climax of the whole thing, and she needed to know what happened to the main character.

"Down the hall and too the left. Room forty-six"

The man nodded and smiled at the nurse who didn't pay him any attention. She had picked up her book the moment the last word left her mouth. The man, whose name was Judah, wasn't bothered by it at all. She hadn't passed the test. She wasn't deserving of anything. She was not the person he was looking for, not the one that needed his help the most. The next person to be tested was who Judah was going to see. Albert, known as Albie, Franchisca. He needed a pancreas. He had a rare blood type. And Judah was the perfect match. What made it even better, Judah also had a death wish.

Seven people. Seven people had died because of him, because he hadn't been able to take a bullet to save them. It was two years ago, when he was younger and happier and still in love with life and a young man named Harland. They had been out on a date, eating at a small and rather unknown little diner off the side of the highway. In it there was only eight people including Judah himself. And everything had been going wonderfully. Perfect even. Until the little bell above the door rang and a man came inside. He approached Judah first, and asked for his wallet. Judah said no and then after that it was all a blur. He remembered that everyone died, except for him. The shooter said it was his punishment. He was the one who lived, the one who couldn't save them. Harland died in his arms. From then on things had been different.

At first Judah mourned. He mourned for his lover and for the other innocent people that he couldn't save. And after he mourned he felt guilty, his current state of mind stemming from that. He was going to repay his debuts to society, he was going to help seven people who needed him the most, who deserved help the most. He was going to help seven people and then he was going to die. That was the plan. That was what he wanted to do and that was what was going to happen. It was the only way to redeem himself, to apologize to all of those people and to Harland. They didn't have to die. He could have stopped it. But he didn't. This was his punishment. This was the price for his sins. A life for a life. Seven lives had been lost. Judah would save seven lives and then take his own. That was how it was going to be.

As he walked down the hall to the room Judah thought about the other people he was saving. There was James, the man who needed a new kidney. James the man who skipped a dialysis treatment to take a starving little boy to lunch. James who didn't blow up in Judah's face when he was a jerk purposely. Sure it had been a test but most people would have punched him. Not James. He was calm. He was nice. And he was deserving. And there was Hannah who tried so hard to keep food on the table and her children safe from the people who tried to hurt them. That alone made her worthy, deserving of his help. She was being given his house, when he passed away. These were the people who deserved to be helped. They deserved to have a life changing experience. And Judah was the one who was going to give it to them. And now Albert was going to be tested. To see if he was the one to get the pancreas that could save his life.

When he finally reached the door Judah pulled out the badge he had shown to the nurse at the desk. IRS agent Ephriam Cooper. A fake name to keep the people he helped safe from questions. None of them needed to know who Judah really was. It would only cause problems for them in the long run. They only needed to know when he died. It wouldn't matter anymore then. Nothing could break his will. The ravenette had plans to update it three days before he died, so that it would be final and binding. That was how he wanted things. He didn't want any complications when he died.

He walked into the room where the person he came to see was watching a program on the television set in his room. He looked content and peaceful. Judah almost felt bad for interrupting. But if Albie was the worthy one then it wouldn't matter. This conversation could be a life saving one/ "Albert Franchisca? I'm Ephriam Cooper with the IRS. I know this is a bad time but we really need to go over your records, there seems to be a problem" This was the test. This was the beginning.

[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

If Levi had been given the choice he wouldn't have been at the airport. He wouldn't have gotten out of bed at seven that morning and showered, trying to wash away the smell of alcohol that always seemed to follow him around. He would have been anywhere except the airport, preferably in bed still sleeping off a hang over from the night before. But he was at the airport picking up the one person he never wanted to see again. His stupid ex-boyfriend Michael. The stupid person who left him because he had a drinking problem. Whatever, that was bull s**t. He didn't have a drinking problem then or now. And when Michael left they were only eighteen and nineteen respectively. It had been so long ago, Levi didn't understand why he was the one that Fallon had picked of all the people in the world why Michael.

"He's the only one who's ever been able to make you even think before you drink. He'd the only person who cares enough to come back to this shitty town for your sorry a**" The words were harsh but Fallon was right. When Levi was dating Michael, he was better. He still drank and he still partied but he thought about things before he did them. He made sure he had someone to drive him home, made sure that he would be able to get to a safe place before the night was over so he wasn't stuck on the side of the road. Being with Michael had saved Levi's life more than once but in the end things hadn't worked out. The younger just couldn't deal with dating someone so self absorbed and self destructive. He just couldn't do it. So they split up. And that was the end of any kind of thinking Levi did. From then on his only goal in life was to drink all he could and to have a good time, to make sure that he didn't think of his ex.

He would have continued on in this way if that one night hadn't happened. When Levi almost died. He'd been at a party alone. Usually Fallon came along to make sure his best friend stayed out of trouble and so that he could drag Levi home when he was done getting wasted and was no longer a civil part guest. The brunette got sloppy the later he stayed and the more he drank. he'd been that way since he first started drinking at the tender age of sixteen. It was then that he nursed his first bottle of vodka. But Fallon hadn't been there. And Levi didn't have anyone to make him stop. So he just kept on drinking until his body couldn't hold it all in anymore and he passed out. When he woke up he was in the hospital, Fallon at his side. The doctors said that he was lucky he didn't have cirrhosis, his liver was trashed. If he didn't clean up his act he would be dead before he got to thirty-five. Around then was when Fallon made the choice to call Michael.

Fallon had kept in contact with Levi's ex-boyfriend because they'd been friends too. And now he was lucky that he'd done so because when he needed him to come back into town and help clean up Levi's act, Fallon knew exactly where to find him. The other blonde had been traveling with some relative and when Fallon contacted him he dropped to find a plane ticket back home too his ex and a close friend.

Levi looked at the monitor above them. The plane had just gotten in. s**t. "You know we still have time to leave. We can say it was a mistake and that I'm just fine. There's nothing wrong with me you know. You just have a tendency to overreact about everything" Levi looked at his friend with hope in his eyes but it was crushed as Fallon just shook his head and looked forward. Levi had been trying this routine for about an hour now and it wasn't going to work. They were getting Michael and he was going to stay in the apartment they shared and everything was going to be okay. At least that's what Fallon hoped. There were lots of raw feelings left between Levi and Michael, and there was going to be tension. But it was time for them all to grow up and deal with it. And there was Michael now, coming down the ramp to greet them. This was bound to be interesting, especially with Levi in such a foul mood.

[Lady Turnip]

light me up like dynamite, don't need a hit when I'm with you

The truth was that Levi, better known as Romy, was tired. He was always tired, always bruising, always having to keep secrets from his boyfriend so that it would work out the way he wanted it too. But Tyson couldn't know about his condition. He would run fast and run far, not that Romy would blame him. Who wanted to date someone with cancer, who wasn't sure if he was going to live or die. It was true that he wasn't on his deathbed or anything but some days Romy felt like crap and he just needed to be able to rest in peace. Really he didn't know how Tyson didn't know why he was sick all of the time. The signs were all there. And when he went to chemotherapy once a week and was throwing up after wards, why did Tyson think was going on. It wasn't possible for someone to get the flu once a week around the same time every week. Things like that made Romy suspicious.

Tyson was such a party hardy person, and Romy wasn't. He'd much rather stay at home and curl up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a good movie. It was his thing. He was ready to settle down and get into the routine of an adult life but it seemed like Tyson wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. Not that Romy expected anything else. The first time they'd ever met they hooked up in the host's hall way closet. But that was three years ago when both of them were younger and Romy was cancer free. And they hadn't even gotten together as a couple until a year or so ago. He just wished that Tyson would grow up a little so that he would be able to tell him what was going on, that his boy friend had cancer and that while it sucks, things should be okay for the most part. But Romy just didn't feel like Ty was mature enough to handle it yet. That was why the brunette kept his illness hidden away all of the time. That was why he tried his best to have energy and to be his normal self when Ty was home. But sometimes it was hard. And on those days Romy slept on the couch.

The brunette sighed as he pulled the blankets closer around himself. He supposed he should go and apologize to Ty. He hadn't really done anything wrong. He just wanted to spend some time together. Sure when it came to Tyson that meant he wanted to have sex but Romy was willing to cut the other some slack. He liked Ty a lot, loved him even, and he didn't want to lose him just because he wasn't willing to put out. He was just tired, he'd been in a slump for awhile now, and it wasn't fair to take it out on Tyson. He knew that. So why did he do it anyways? Because he didn't have anyone else to take it out on that's why.

Slowly Romy stood and pulled the blankets around himself. He started to walk back to the bedroom and smiled as he came into the room, looking at Ty and falling across the bed. "Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I'm just not feeling well today, I didn't even go into work, I feel like crap" He crawled over to Tyson, still wrapped up in the blanket, and laid his head down in the other's lap. He just wanted to rest, to go to sleep and have Tyson with him but he knew that it wasn't going to happen. Tyson wanted to have sex. He wanted to get some attention. It made sense of course because Romy hadn't been feeling well lately because the last time he went to the doctor his dose of medicine had been increased, and it was having a side effect. He needed to rest, so said the doctor, but how could he? He needed to make sure that everything seemed normal so that Ty didn't suspect anything.

He looked up at his boyfriend and smiled. "If you tell me about your day, I might have a surprise for you" He was going to try and make this work, try and keep Tyson happy. His boyfriend deserved that at least.

[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

As Fallon and Michael talked Levi just stood off to the side, feeling awkward and out of place. He shouldn't have had to come at all. He and Michael had no more connections, no ties. When they broke up and the blonde left the country that was it. There would never be Michael and Levi as lovers again. Not friends either. And you picked up your friends from the airport, not your exes. But Fallon had insisted, maybe he thought it was a good idea or something but really all it was doing for Levi was pulling up old memories he had buried away in the back of his mind for a reason. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about Michael. It was just too much for him.

With tension in the air the trio collected up Michael's bags and headed to the car, Levi leading the way. Other than his greeting he hadn't said a thing and he didn't plan on doing so any time soon. He didn't want to talk. He didn't even want the blonde here. Fallon was overreacting. Levi was fine. He wasn't sick, he wasn't addicted, and some people just didn't know how to stay out of things that didn't concern them. Those people were Fallon and Michael. They had no right to be doing this to him, to be in control of everything he did. But then again Fallon had black mail. He promised Levi that if he didn't get his s**t together that he would kick him out of the apartment they shared. That would be a big deal. Fallon paid for it. He paid all of the rent and utilities while Levi spent all of his money on booze. It wasn't a fair deal but Fallon was a good friend who knew that Levi needed to stay with him so that he wasn't on the streets.

"I'm driving, Levi you get in back so Michael can sit with me up front alright?" Fallon smiled at the brunette who gave him a death look before pulling open the door, climbing into the car, and slamming the door shut with an angry look on his face. Levi was pissed, he didn't even get to sit in the front seat of his own car. Fallon didn't let him drive because of his drinking problem so usually he sat up front in the passenger seat and played drums on the dashboard. That was the usual game he liked to play. But he had been dropped like a hot potato for Michael. And Fallon was supposed to be Levi's best friend. He felt like he'd been stabbed in the heart a little bit, he was that shocked.

Fallon gave Michael a look that apologized as he threw the other's bags in the trunk. "I told you he was getting bad. When have you ever known him to act like this?" And Fallon was right. Levi had never been such an angry person. he'd been so full of life when he was dating Michael. Aside from the drinking he was doing so well. But then Michael left and Levi got himself stuck in a slump where his only comfort was drinking. The only person who could help him was long gone and he didn't want Fallon to hover over him. He just wanted to be left alone to do this on his own, to struggle alone. "At night sometimes, when he's sleeping, he talks. Mostly about you. He apologizes" This was something that only Fallon knew. He was the only one ever around to hear Levi talk in his sleep but he wasn't lying. That was all he ever did, apologize to Michael. Even if he wasn't ready to admit it, Levi was sorry.


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"I'd like a glass of wine, you pick the brand, I'm sure I'll enjoy it" Levi smiled at the waitress as she walked away and then looked back across the table at Fallon and Michael. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to get home already where a bottle was just waiting for him. The only down side to home was Michael. Fallon had work and Levi didn't have any parties to go to that night. he was stuck with just his ex and Fallon would expect him to be friendly and hospitable which made his stomach churn. He wanted to be nice and hospitable about as much as he wanted a hole in his forehead. It was just going to be hard.

"So Michael, what have you been up to in England?"

Levi gave Fallon a death glare and the other just shrugged. Levi looked at his ex and put on a fake and sticky sweet smile. "Yes Michael, what did you do? After you left me?" He just couldn't help it. The bitter feelings were still there, how could they not be, after years apart they'd had time to fester and the wounds left behind had never really healed. Levi was angry, and he had every right to be.

ooc|| if you want to do a little time skip like i did back to the house'
when it's just michael and levi that would be cool.
you can godmode a little. :]
sorry for any godmoding that was in my post too.

[Lady Turnip]

light me up like dynamite, don't need a hit when I'm with you

Romy leaned against the other as he was pulled into a sitting up position. Tyson was kissing his neck and the brunette really hoped he didn't go any lower. Romy had a nasty leukemia bruise that he didn't want Tyson to see. It took up almost the entire span of his lower back and while it didn't hurt the injury was black and blue, sure to raise questions the brunette didn't want to answer. When he and his boyfriend were having sex he was always careful to lay certain ways so that Tyson didn't see the worst bruises. The little ones weren't concerning, Romy had always been a klutz, even when he was younger, he'd always been that kid who tripped over thin air. But the big bruises always looked much worse than they really were. They never hurt all that much, they were just hard to hide. And he had almost died when Tyson was rubbing his back earlier, he didn't know how the other hadn't seen anything.

Romy smiled though and leaned back against Tyson. So he wasn't that upset after all which was a good thing. Tyson could be such a hot head and sometimes stupid little things could pile up and piss him off. It wasn't fun at all to deal with him when he got into one of his funks, when Tyson got angry and he didn't even want to see Romy. When he stormed off into the night to do God knows what. Probably sleep around. It wouldn't be surprising, only because old habits died hard and Romy knew that it was hard to have a boyfriend who had such a low sex drive all the time. He felt bad, he really did, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He listened to the story intently, trying not to get jealous. The one time that Romy had gone into the store and Jesse had been there he'd almost killed him. He saw the look of lust he shot at Tyson and it pissed him off. If he wouldn't have gotten in trouble, if it wouldn't have affected his perfectly clean slate with the law Romy would have beat that ******** a**. Ty was his boyfriend, not some ******** buddy for some stupid kid who he happened to work with. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. But Romy knew how to keep it all inside, as usual. He was always the one to hide his feelings to try and stop a fight. He could live with being annoyed but he couldn't live without Tyson. And that was the truth.

Realizing the story was over Romy turned around in his boyfriend's lap and smiled, pressing his lips to Tyson's jaw bone. He had promised him this, even if it had been in less words, he knew that this was what Tyson had been hoping for as he told his story. "You did say you wanted your surprise, right?" His voice was low and sultry, as it always got right before he started to seduce Tyson. That didn't take much work on his part however and it never stayed low for long. For as long as he could remember Romy didn't have an extremely deep voice. It wasn't a woman voice either but he would never have a deep rumbling voice like some men did.

The brunette kissed Tyson again, this time on the lips. It wouldn't take long he told himself, feeling guilty for not wanting to have sex with his own boyfriend. But his body was tired. He was worn down. he wanted to rest. But Tyson had his needs and Romy always put Tyson first, even if he probably shouldn't have.

ooc|| feel free to time skip c:

[Lady Turnip]

out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find that you and i, collide

Marlene, better known as Marly, had long ago accepted the fact that she was probably going to die. She had a rare blood type and small kidneys that were going to make it hard for her to be matched with a donor. But dialysis could only last her son long and she had been taking the drug for over a year. Truth be told she was coming to the end of her rope. The end was in sight, she could almost taste it. Of course, Marly wasn't scared. She knew that this outcome had been headed her way since she was younger, when her kidneys first started giving her trouble. When they thought things would be okay, How wrong they were. Marly was going to die and she knew that. It didn't bother her because everyone died, she was just going a little earlier. It made sense really. She'd always been the kid who got a head start in things. Now she was just getting a head start on death.

The young woman was drawing out a rough sketch of a man in a photo when Remy walked in. Marly was an artist, and portraits were her specialty. She loved the curves and angles and imperfections of people. How they walked, how they talked, she tried to convey everything into her art and most of the time the blonde thought she did a pretty good job, for trying to capture something on paper that was hard to capture even with words. She tried her best and people liked her for it. That was why she was doing her current piece. She's been commissioned by an older man in his late sixties, looking to have a picture of him and his wife done in time for their anniversary. It was a sweet gesture and Marly had taken the job happily. It wasn't like she did a whole lot aside from going to the hospital at least once a week. Most of her free time was spent with her cat Herman who didn't like anyone other than his owner. He scratched random people and had to be put away when guests came over. Marly liked to say he was just protective of her but really he was just a foul creature.

At first she didn't look up. She was never called Marlene by anybody, ever. When she was younger Marly had hated her name so her mother came up with the nickname Marly. It stuck well and then when her mother died suddenly the nickname was even more special. It was one of the only things she had left to remember her mother by and that made it precious. When she did realize though a few minuets after Remy started talked she blushed and looked up with a smile. IRS? Well it wasn't surprising. She was way behind in her taxes, God only knew how much money she owed.

"Just call me Marly. And I'm feeling fine so talk away" This poor woman didn't know the game that Marly played. She could talk but there was no gaurentee that the blonde would be listening. She really needed to finish this piece so that the man could come and pick it up and have it to his wife as the anniversary present he wanted it so despratley to be. It was such a sweet gesture that there was no way she wasn't going to finish just because some IRS agent showed up to talk to her at the hospital. That in itself was a little odd. She was in the hospital for a reason. Maybe IRS just didn't care. With a smile Marly looked back up at Remy from IRS and sighed. "I'm a bit distracted. This needs to be finished by tomorrow afternoon and as you can see, I'm not very far into it yet"

She was not intentionally being rude but, the IRS could wait a while. This painting couldn't. Half was finished, the man's half. But now she was sketching out the woman. By afternoon the sketch would be done and Marly would just barley have enough time to color it in and shade the piece before it's new owner came to pick it up. She had decided to do it for free because he was a little short on the cash when he'd tried to pay her up front. "You don't have to do this, thank you" His voice rang in her head and Marly smiled. He was right she didn't have to do anything but she wanted to because she was a good person and good people didn't steal money from little old men who wanted nice presents for their wives. It was just inhumane to be that kind of a jerk. She was happier doing it for free.

She looked up at the woman from IRS and smiled. She looked so stiff, so uncomfortable, and it made Marly feel almost bad for her. But she also wanted to see this woman on paper. She wanted to use her as a model. "I'd love for you to sit for me as a model. We could go over my debuts then" Marly laughed as she suggested this, not knowing how the woman would take it. As rude as it sounded the blonde thought she looked uptight and like a stick in the mud. But you never knew. Maybe she would loosen up enough to be drawn as a model by Marly. That would be amazing.

ooc|| my post is kind of random, sorry DDD:

[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

Levi couldn't believe the words that came out of Michael's mouth. They were so bitter, so nasty. When had he gotten like that? Probably around the same time that Levi became that way himself. But still, he would never admit it but, the words spoken by the blonde stung. They hurt his chest, almost as if he had been stabbed and left to bleed out. And what made it terrible was the nasty smile on Michael's face, like he knew that he had hit a sore spot with Levi and he didn't care. It was almost the like blonde wanted to watch his ex squirm, watch him suffer. What a jerk. They were better broken up anyways. This was better for the both of them, Levi didn't have to deal with this s**t and Michael didn't have to watch on the side lines as Levi drank himself into oblivion. He had no reason to care, they weren't together.

"I don't know if going with you uncle was such a good idea, sweetheart. He's turned you into ice" The comment was a bitchy one but Levi couldn't help it. He was nearly shaking with rage and anger towards the blonde sitting across the table from him. "And since you didn't ask what I've been doing I'll just take initiative and tell you. After you left I just did what I do best. I drank a lot and then Fallon found me and cleaned me up. He really stuck with me, like a good friend" That was also a below the belt. Levi knew that he was implying Michael had been a bad boyfriend. He knew that he was saying hurtful bitchy things but at that point he really didn't care anymore. The anger he had kept bottled up for years was spilling out now, in public, with all the people at other tables looking at them funny. It didn't matter. He would say whatever he wanted. He needed to get it though to Michael that he was mad as hell still. He'd always been a slow healer, and the wounds left behind by Michael had just had the scabs ripped off of them. They'd been opened up fresh and it made Levi a little pissed off.

Fallon on the other hand was starting to freak out. There was so much tension in the air he felt like he was going to die, explode because of it. Both Michael and Levi needed to calm down and get a grip already, they were both being overly nasty for no reason. Fallon understood that both of his friends had pent up anger and bitter feeling but what they were doing now was out of hand and uncalled for. He just wanted the nightmare to be over. He wanted to curl into a ball and die. Why couldn't they have at least waited till they got home, out of the public eyes. Before either one of them could spit out another snide comment the food and drinks arrived. Levi picked up his glass of wine and closed his eyes, enjoying the familiar taste of alcohol in his mouth. For the rest of the lunch he was quiet, focused in on the nap with his name all over it when he got home.


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Even though he knew it had been coming Levi was still very unhappy to see Fallon drive away to work, leaving him alone with the one person on God's green earth who he truly despised at that moment in time. But he knew that if he wasn't at least civil that Fallon would find out and he would be in trouble with his best friend and that was not something that sounded fun. He just wanted to have someone in his corner for once, someone who was on his side. He didn't want to be a one man army against the world. It was hard to live life like that. Levi knew that, he'd been doing it since Michael had left. And he hated it.

Silently he helped the other carry his bags up the stairs and into the small apartment he and Fallon shared. It had two bed rooms so Michael would be sleeping in Fallon's room because he had bunk beds. He would have the bottom bunk and Levi would be in his room alone as always. but it was better that way. It would be impossible for him and Michael to share a room without wanting to kill each other within seconds of being in such close quarters. Really it was better for everyone if they didn't sleep in the same room. They were going to be together all the time for the next few weeks and a little time apart at night would be good for them.

With out a word, once they were in the apartment, Levi walked into his room and shut the door behind him. He needed to sleep this off. Sleep away some of these terrible feelings that he was just carrying around like a weight on his chest. He should have known. the moment he saw Michael again all of the anger he kept locked away came out. It broke free from it's prison and reared it's ugly head. He was weak. Angrily the brunette pulled his jeans off as well as his t-shirt and flopped down into bed. He would sleep for a few hours and when he woke up he would go out to a club to get his mind off of everything. he just needed an escape. Was that so much to ask for?

[Lady Turnip]

light me up like dynamite, don't need a hit when I'm with you

That was the last thing in the world that Romy had ever been expecting. Who was this man and what had he done with Tyson? Tyson never said no to sex. Not once had Tyson ever said no to sex. That just wasn't the kind of person that he was. What had changed? Why did he suddenly feel bad about it? Romy almost felt like he was falling into some kind of trap. Not that he was complaining. At this point he was ready to just close his eyes and fall asleep with Tyson by his side. To cuddle and watch movies and just do all of the things that they used to do when they first started dating.

"Ty, not really it's okay. Don't take off of work. I'll be okay promise. I just need to rest" Romy knew that his protests were in vain. Once Tyson had made up his mind there was no changing in. But Romy felt bad. He didn't like to put out Tyson like that. He wanted to make the other happy, to make him realize how much he loved him. Romy was willing to do anything for Tyson. He wanted to settle down with him and just be a family, as corny and cliche as it was. He wanted to make Tyson want to settle down. Fat chance of that but a boy could hope couldn't he?

Romy bit his lip. A bath. They hadn't take a bath together in weeks because Romy always had some giant bruise or another that would give away the secret and start a bunch of problems that Romy wasn't sure he wanted to clean up just yet. Couldn't the cancer stay a secret just a little longer? Long enough for Romy to get his story straight so that when he did tell Tyson about what really was making him so sick the other didn't blow up. That would be bad. There was no way in hell that the brunette wanted to get in a fight with Tyson. He hated fighting in general but fighting with Tyson always tore Romy's heart in pieces. And he didn't want that. So maybe if he agreed to take a bath he could find a way to hide the bruise. He'd done it before, he could try to do it again.

"A bath would be nice. We can do that tomorrow if you really feel the need to take off work" It was just in Romy's nature to try and make the other go to work. He never wanted to be a bother, never wanted to trouble anyone or make their lives harder. He was always that once person who insisted he would be fine when really he was the farthest thing from fine. When he was dying he would still insist he was fine because he didn't want to inconvenience anybody. Still, his heart dropped when Tyson pushed him away and said he was going to the gym. He didn't want him to leave. He wanted Tyson to stay at home and cuddle and watch a movie or just sleep. Romy didn't remember the last time they went to bed at the same time. The brunette usually fell asleep but five in the afternoon if he had been working, it just made him so tired, so exhausted.

[Lady Turnip]

light me up like dynamite, don't need a hit when I'm with you

Romy couldn't help but laugh. Tyson being fat was just something he could never imagine. The other male was so appearance based, so worried about his looks, that if he ever got fat Romy wouldn't believe it was the same person he'd fallen so in love with. That Tyson would s**t a brick if he ever gained a pound that wasn't muscle weight. But that was something that the brunette loved about his lover. Tyson could do so many things that Romy wasn't even allowed to do. Doctors didn't want him working out because they said it might affect his health. And anything that affected his health was bad. So he didn't work out.

"Of course I'd love you. I'm not going to stop just because you're fat silly. I'll love you until the end of time" He smiled and watched as Tyson stripped back down and the crawled into bed. Romy let himself be pulled in close and could feel himself blush as Tyson confided in him that he'd been thinkig about Romy all day. It was hard because the brunette thought about Tyson all of the time too but he also thought about how he was sick and how he really needed to tell his boyfriend. Luck saved him from answering because Ty was asleep in seconds but Romy was up for at least an hour more. I thought about you too


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As Tyson pulled himself away and out of bed that morning Romy woke up. He didn't get out of bed because he wanted to give the other space but he was awake, just thinking about what he had agreed too. A bath? God how stupid could he be? There was going to be no way to hide that bruise on his back, that giant mottled black and blue spot that was on his lower back. It was bigger than his ******** head and there was going to be no way for him to play it off as nothing big. Because the bruise was, well, huge. If Tyson still wanted a bath the Romy was going to have to tell him about the leukemia today no matter how long he wanted to wait. And deal with the consequences.

With a sigh Romy made himself get out of bed. He could hear Tyson moving around in the kitchen and he wanted to know was was going on. He'd always been nosy and he needed to start sucking up to Tyson now so that when he told him what was going on later he wouldn't be killed for keeping the secret for so long. Really it wasn't fair that he wasn't allowed to have a secret. Tyson had secrets. Like when he just couldn't keep it in his pants. There were only two occasions that Romy knew about but he was under the impression that there might be more he didn't know about. Either way it wasn't like Tyson told him about all of these little activities.

He found Tyson in the kitchen and smiled, walking over to the other. "Do you want me to make you breakfast babe? Eggs and Bacon?"

[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

Like every other time he slept Levi dreamed of Michael. At first the dreams had bothered him, back when the break up had just happened and everything was still new and fresh and raw. It made him wake up with tears streaming down his face and sobs coming from his mouth. When the dreams had first started they'd been more like nightmares. But now four years had passed and if anything they dulled the ache that was brought on when his friends, mainly Fallon, mentioned the blonde who broke Levi's heart. That was a secret he'd never let go of. When Michael left a little piece of Michael died. He couldn't handle being left. Not by Michael especially. He'd thought they would be together forever but now all that was left of their relationship was broken promises and empty words that wouldn't ever mean the same thing as they did years ago.

The dreams were always the same, always the same scenario, always the same ending. Michael was leaving in Levi's dreams. He was always leaving Levi for drinking, but he didn't always leave in the same way. Sometimes he would be yelling, sometimes he would be crying. And sometimes he left with no emotion at all. But he was always leaving and Levi was always begging him to stay the way he should have when the real Michael left. But that was the opposite of what had happened. Levi had screamed and yelled and just been a jerk. He'd pretty much helped Michael pack his bags, hadn't said a word as the pretty blonde left him alone in the world with only Fallon and a bottle of vodka. He didn't even cry until a week after Michael left. It took him that long to realize that the other wasn't going to come back, that he was done putting up with the brunette's games. And then, he'd cried. The only thing that was ever truly the same was the Levi always apologized, always tried to make Michael stay. He never worried about it too much, assuming that it was his conscious showing him what he should have done. That way at least if Michael left anyways he would have tried to make him stay. He would have tried to salvage the relationship.

Levi managed to stay asleep for another hour after Michael had gone through his room. He had his dream and wasn't at all surprised when he woke up with wet cheeks. He cried almost every night. It was never on purpose but the dreams pulled the tears out of him whether he liked it or not. It just happened and Levi had no control over it. With out much thought the brunette wiped the wetness away and threw his legs over the edge of the bed as he pulled back the blankets. God did he need a drink, something to take the edge off and to make it easier for him to deal with the blonde that was in the living room. He was so not ready to make nice with Michael. His subconscious might have been ready but Levi himself still needed time. Seeing the blonde again made him realize how hurt he really was by the fact that he'd been abandon by the person he thought loved him most.

He climbed into his pants and reached under the bed. Nothing. A weight started to settle in his stomach and he didn't even have to look around the house. He knew what had been done. Michael had ransacked all the booze. And probably thrown it away. That d**k. He was going to pay. What a jerk mood. You couldn't take an alcoholic and just have them stop cold turkey. It was like denying an addict their heroin. It was wrong and mean and Levi was seeing red. He found a shirt and pulled it over his head before pushing his bed room door open and storming out into the living room where Michael was sitting with a book, trying to look like he had done nothing wrong. Levi was going to rip into him. He was going to kill him.

"You ******** jerk how dare you come into my house and ******** with my s**t." And he was just getting started. Levi took a breath before continuing on. "You have no ******** right to do that. You don't even have the right to be pissed with me jack a**. You are the one who left me. This is my life and you left. You didn't care then so why are you so set on making me clean up my act of whatever now? Is Fallon making you? Are yoiu trying to turn my only ******** friend against me? So that I have nothing? You're an a**. I hate you" He would have continued on with his rant but the words were all gone. And that last thing he'd said, that he hated Michael well, it wasn't true. But in the heat of that moment it was. Not even a minuet later and he was already regretting saying it. God he was such a jerk. But he wouldn't take it back. He had to much pride. He looked at Michael, not caring if he'd hurt him. He was furious. Why coudln't everyone just stay out of his life. Why didn't they just leave him alone?

[Lady Turnip]

out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find that you and i, collide

Fallon was tired as he walked into that bar and took a seat on a swivel stool. he just needed a break once in awhile. And when he needed said break he came here, to the little bar on the corner, about five miles from the apartment he shared with Levi and now Michael too. It was just hard. He gave and gave and gave but got nothing in return. What was going to happen when he ran out of things to give. Levi already had his life, and his friendship. And with Levi it was hard to devote time to anyone else. He always managed to get himself into some kind of trouble at the exact moment Fallon was going to do something for himself. The brunette would have to put it to the side and go save the a** of his best friend yet again and by the time things had calmed down enough for him to do anything for himself Fallon was just to tired and he would throw himself into bed and try to catch some sleep instead. That was how it always went. Always.

He just didn't know what to do and was starting to think that maybe bringing Michael back home wasn't such a good idea. From what he had seen all the blonde and Levi did was fight. But he'd expected that kind of thing. What he didn't expect was how bitter they both were, Michael especially. Levi he knew had all kinds of bottled up feelings but Michael hadn't ever been like that if Fallon was remembering right. He'd always let go of grudges easily and moved on, never one to start drama. But he needed help. And Michael was the only one who would have even considered helping him. The brunette had stood on the sidelines for four years and watched as his best friend destroyed himself piece by piece. Levi was ********. he was never going to amount to anything if he continued on the road he was on but nothing got through to him. he didn't understand how much Fallon cared, how hard it was to watch as he killed himself with a drink that he didn't need. It was just getting out of hand.

As Fallon sat at his stool, waiting for someone to come by and take his order he wondered if he was a bad friend or not. He wasn't home with Levi and Michael, making sure they didn't kill each other and he had lied.He didn't have work. Fallon worked at an art gallery, and it was six o clock at night by the time they'd gotten home from lunch and the air port. Were his friends really that stupid. Did they not realize that art galleries were not open at night, most of them closed by five. Of course, Fallon's work at the gallery was only temporary. He was going to school to be a counselor for troubled teens, the kind of person that could have helped Levi if his parents had even bothered to know what was going on with their only son. That had always been a big part of the problem. Levi's parents never cared. He got away with whatever he wanted and when it came to drinking no one even noticed that the vodka had been replaced with water or that there were two less wine bottles in the cellar. Levi had been the king, his parents gave him what he wanted so they didn't have to deal. And look where it had gotten him. Fallon was the only one that cared. Fallon was sick of caring.

He looked up and waved his hand easily, signaling the bar tender over. He needed a drink. He need to let himself take a break. He couldn't keep pushing as hard as he was now or he would break and then there really would be no one to take care of Levi. Sure Michael was here for now but there was no telling how long he would be willing to stay with the way things were going. Fallon always felt bad for letting himself relax. Was he a hypocrite for drinking when he was making Levi stop? Was he a bad person for sometimes wishing that he had a different life than the one that had been handed to him? Something that was less taxing on him. Fallon knew he was doing the best he could. But he sometimes felt like the best wasn't good enough, like nothing was good enough.

The bar tender came over, asking what he wanted and Fallon could only smile. He was obviously younger but he was pretty cute, he looked so happy. "Hey there. If you could just get me a beer that would be great. I really don't care what kind it is" He smiled weakly and looked down at his hands. The smile for more for the bar tender's benefit than his own. He didn't need this guy to see all his worries written all over his face. Levi always knew when Fallon was upset and he was a drunk. No doubt a sober person would be able to tell within a matter or seconds.

ooc|| bleh

[Lady Turnip]

that this cup away from me, for i don't want to taste it's poison, feel it burn me

Levi was not going to be the person who took being yelled at lying down. As Michael stood up and started to yell, Levi yelled right back. He would not be yelled at by someone who was staying in his house. He would not let Michael treat him like a b***h and just take it. "Maybe you didn't care Enough then! If you knew I had a problem why didn't you try harder?! If you cared so ******** much then you would have tried harder to make it stop Michael! You wouldn't have just worried!" Levi knew he was being unreasonable. But he just couldn't help it he was so pissed off, fuming. Hot angry tears were rolling down his face. Not that he noticed them at first. He was just angry. He wanted to punch Michael in the gut, he wanted him to go back to England or wherever he came from and he wanted him to find someone else's life to intrude on.

The brunette looked down at Michael as he got close and poked him. God did he hate being poked, it was annoying as ********, not that the blonde cared. Saying anything would probably make Michael want to poke him anymore. So he just stayed quiet and let the hot angry tears roll down his cheeks. He wasn't even really paying attention to what the blonde way saying. He was more focused on their heights. Levi was taller, but only by three inches or so, not enough to make a huge difference, not enough to matter to any one. God what made him so sure that this time it was going to work, that this time Levi would be able to quit. Sure, Michael had said he didn't want him to stop all the way but that was crap. To get his life on track Levi needed to stop drinking completely. That was just the way things were.

Once the blonde was done with his speech he sat back down on the couch and looked at Levi who looked at him. This was so stupid. They couldn't live like this. But Fallon never should have invited Michael into the house anyways. He knew there was bad blood, he knew that they would both be bitter. And yet, he invited Michael anyways. Maybe he saw the good that Michael brought out in Levi. Well, all of that was gone now. Left in it's wake were just bitter and hurt feelings. All of the happy memories were locked away in Levi's heart and he didn't dare access them. He was afraid of what would happen if he broke that lock and pulled everything out. He wouldn't be able to hold up such a strong front anymore. "I'd like to see you try"

Without another word Levi sat in the chair next to the couch and grabbed the remote. He turned the television on and made it a point to ignore Michael. It was his house and just because he didn't want to be near the blonde didn't mean he would avoid the living room all the time. that was stupid. He would just not talk to him, not look at him, and not even acknowledge that he existed. It was the only way for Levi to be in the same room with him and not get pissed off within seconds. Eventually they were going to have to work out their issues, get everything working and better and just not as crappy as it was not. But until thy started to work on that Levi was going to continue to be a b***h whiny whore. He knew it was annoying but he just didn't care anymore. He wanted to be able to go about normal life and not have someone breathing down his neck all of the time. But if Michael insisted on being an a** well, Levi knew how to be an a** too.

What made it the worst was that it hurt. Seeing Michael, hearing his voice, hurt. It had been four years since the blonde had packed up and left but seeing him hurt more than it should have. And Levi didn't understand why. When Michael had left the brunette had been so angry, he still was angry. But now that he was here there was more of the throbbing ache of hurt than the fuming anger. Levi was the one who had been left behind, he was the one who had to watch as the person he thought loved him most left. Michael had the choice. He could have stayed if he wanted. He could have tried harder. Of course Levi knew that Michael probably felt differently but at that point he didn't care. All he wanted was to find a way to pull the knife out of his chest and finding a place that would give him something to drink.

"I'm going out. I'll be back in about an hour so if you want to do one last check for all my booze, please feel free. But if you follow me I swear to God I will punch you out and leave you on the street to be robbed or mugged or whatever." Without another word the brunette stood up and turned off the television. He pulled on his shoes and a coat and left the apartment, slamming the door behind himself.


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Levi could feel the anger rolling off of himself in waves as, an hour later, he returned to the apartment still sober. He had no ******** money. Not only had Michael dumped out all of his booze the little ******** had stolen his money too. What an a**. At that point in time Levi was truly thinking about just beating his face in with a bat and calling it a night. But he wouldn't do that because then there would be a mess to clean up, and a body to explain. So instead he settled on bitching.

"Michael you a**, what the hell did you do with my money?"