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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:44 pm
"Life is...unpredictable."
For every plan that Z had, Demy had a way to mess it up. Z was the thinker, Demy was the party guy, just trying to enjoy life one day at a time. Thinking made his head hurt. Planning made him confused. He just...wanted to enjoy things.
This was why Z planned, but sometimes he just wished the other could relax. Just a bit?
"I can't help what I feel....what can be better than love?"
Demy was dragging himself to his feet. He was wet. He was freezing and he had to get into something warmer. Whimpering, the blonde dragged himself behind his closet door and set about changing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:55 pm
"I'll just have to get better at -planning-..." He said tensely. He could -make- it predictable, he could at least learn to predict probability, he'd been working on that, he was getting -closer- he was sure of it.
"...Like is better than love" Came the snap answer, but there was a long pause of uncertanty. "... and I don't know, theirs always something better. You just have to find it."
But in the back of his mind a familiar mantra //its so much more likely for things to get worse though, life is entropy, but you can watch it devolve...//
He shook his hand, it was beginning to ache and opened his own closet.
Over Dem's came flying a very familiar oversize (for Z)...hoodie, fleecy, black and whites.
"I'll see if anyone has a hair dryer for the bed...." He mumbled.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:01 pm
"I dunno man...I like my friends, I like this town, I like Guitar Hero...but I love you. I think that makes it different..special...right?"
Demy had caught the hoodie, but didn't put it on just yet. Lower garments changed, the blonde came out from behind his closet door cradling the hoodie between his arms.
"All those times you asked...okay, I wasn't fine. I'm sorry, I just...didn't want you to worry."
He sighed, turning to his side so Z could clearly see the bruises lining his chest. Things that hadn't been visible since that first night Demy came home with bruises all over.
"K-killingworth said their cracked...just keep ice on them, ya know? But I guess I've hidden it long enough."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:17 pm
The -look- Z gave him, said Like didn't just mean 'like' to him... even if he didn't understand that himself.
"I don't -like- anyone but... well you really... I'm 'ok' with a few more than that..." He said sitting down and putting his chin on his knees, that almost felt better, less naked, less exposed. He half wanted to HUG Dem of all things, but that was...
that was stupid right? And his ribs hurt...
He suddenly laughed softly.
"Ice huh...." He said glancing for a moment at the bed.
"...I guess its a good thing I refilled the ice trays."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:26 pm
Demy was confused. A lot of things Z did or said confused him. But this?....He really just didn't get it. But Z was laughing, and this was good! It'd be better if he just didn't press it right now.
His own happiness never really came, the blonde simple shrugging on the hoodie and flopping back to the floor.
"Guess so..."
Demy glanced at the bed, then back at Z.
"Don't..worry about. It'll dry out, I'll just sleep over here tonight..."
On the floor. On his sore ribs. Wallowing in his emo.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:29 pm
"...he said to ice your ribs, and i just dumped ice water on you, don't you find that a -little- funny?" He prodded, maybe it was more of a 'side of the equation' kinda joke.
And
and
oh hell...
"... you take this bed I'll camp on the floor, I soaked your damned bed in the first place." He said resting his chin again on his knees with that "Thou shalt not argue" expression on his face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:35 pm
A few blinks later and Demy -finally- got the joke.
"Ohhhh, I get it!"
It was a tiny bit funny, yes. Maybe. He just...wasn't in the mood.
And then of course he had to argue the point
"Z, man, I am not kicking you out of your own bed. 'Nuff said."
Demy stretched a bit, averting his gaze so he didn't have to stare down the look.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:41 pm
"...you can sleep -On- the bed or I can Ice it too and we can both be misserable floor bastards..." He said pointedly...
"And... I will worry about you... LOUDLY"
however one did that, he wasn't sure... but by god he was going to figure it out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:44 pm
"I am not sleeping on your bed unless -you- are sleeping on your bed too. I refuse to kick you out of your bed. End. of. Story."
He fixed Z with his own version of the look and threw in a lip tremble for emphasis.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he picked himself up off the floor and trudged over towards Z to offer him a hand up.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:51 pm
"HEY!... No... Lip trembling! You are not a cartoon and your nOT cute enough!" He said pointing, but accepted the hand up, even if he did still slump a little, he couldn't believe he'd -yelled- like that, ugh.
"Sorry for yelling, and the ice... mostly. I'm -still- going to worry, and I know your not going to tell me... so... fine, compromise all around, sound like a plan?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:00 pm
"I'd have to argue that I -am- cute enough, and...it's alright man, sorry for...everything."
He waved his free hand in the air.
"Deal."
It was a long few moments of silence before Demy made another move. He sat on the bed, put his head in his hands, and just...sighed.
"Z...man...what would you do if I...said....I dunno that um...I've hurt people?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:04 pm
"...I'd call bullshit... I'm not sure you'd punch someone if they were threatening your dog with a large knife. Maybe =glow=stick them to death..." He mused but trailed off searching Dem's face and then glancing at his Ribs.
"Or I could be wrong, do they look worse?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:12 pm
"A lot worse...."
Words were mumbled pitifully, not even a glance given to the other as he spoke. Worse. Yeah. They were dead afterall. Left for dead in some horrible nasty old alley.
How...how the hell could he have -done- that to people? And....damnit why were tears flowing again? He had to -stop- crying or Z would never stop worrying about him!
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:17 pm
"..." there was a long pause, a steady look and Zac snagged Dem's hand...
"...good." He said, quiet, simple, final.
No, did you start it, no did they start it, no why, just good.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:25 pm
"..G-good?"
Demy glanced from the snagged hand up to Z's face. Good? GOOD? Good?! What....what the hell?
"But I hurt them Z. Bad...Really bad, don't you GET it?"
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