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 Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 6:21 pm
The blonde gave a whine of protest, but no verbal arguement. Not this time. Sure, he was pretty upset Z was leaving again. The hurt could easily be seen in his eyes. But even though he was pretty screwed up (physically and emotionally), he couldn't argue Z on this point. Z needed to be with Beth, and the only reason Beth needed him was because he had screwed up. This was all his fault, and thus he had no right in demanding his roomie stay.
He still wasn't going to be happy about it.
"Gotcha..."
Demy mumbled, moving to curl up on more on his bed.
"I..guess. I'd be fine man, it's not like I'm going anywhere, I'd be fine alone..."
No he wouldn't, not from the way he was still shaking.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:00 pm
"...Your NOT going to be alone, Alex will be here, I can't... I can't bring you around Beth, If theirs even the SLIGHTEST chance that she saw you at her house..."
He shook his head, no they wouldn't look the same in and out of uniform, but if he had ANY burns on him.
"Dem, I'm gona be a text away, and Alex will be here, It's going to be alright... I can't be two places...I -can't-"
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:13 pm
"It's not the same..."
Demy mumbled miserably. Sure, he could text Z whenever he wanted. What the hell would he text? Hey, missing u, feeling like an -a**-, good luck cheering up Beth lolololol c u l8tr ? It wasn't the same as having Z there hugging him and whispering that it'd be okay. And no offense to Alex, but he really didn't want that from him.
"I...s-should go..."
The blonde moved, managing to actually stand beside his bed. He seemed pretty unsteady on his feet.
"C-could go sift through whatever's left...the f-firefighters should be gone yeah? M-maybe there's something there..something Beth could have...it's the least I could do...."
He was moving again, walking unsteadily towards the door and mumbling any variety of things to himself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:28 pm
"NO... Dem...NO Sit -down" he said his voice suddenly sharp and commanding.
"No... anything they find they can give to her, She... she got some old photos, an album. Plus I'm going to lend her some of my clothes... and we'll call her Dad, he's always away but... he has to be. I'm sure he can do something to."
He listed this first to try and alleviate the sense of obligation.
"YOU...need to get better, she LIKES you Dem, she likes you a -lot-... if she knew you were hurt on top of all this... Sit... sit down... ok?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:46 pm
"I can't just sit here and do NOTHING! I did this, me, it's my fault okay?! She's only so messed up because of me, so I should do something, not just sit here and mope..."
He whimpered, taking another step towards the door.
"Just...just go. She needs you...tell her I'm sorry for holding you up..."
He put a hand on the doorknob, seemingly about to go. Instead he chose that moment to rest a shoulder against the wall to catch his breath. Demy never made it out the door, simply sliding down the wall to sit on the floor beside the exit to their room.
"D-don't deserve you...not tonight."
The words were whispered, Demy pushing through the pain to pull his knees to his chest and rest his face against them so he wouldn't have to look at Z anymore.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:56 pm
Zink folded forward, curling in on himself in a mix of frustration, and being torn by guilt. He squeezed the starseed in his hand and was tempted, so tempted to lash out in anger.
"Don't... do that to me... not tonight Dem... NOT...tonight. I'm -sorry- you feel bad, I'm sorry things got ******** to Hell." He said his voice quivering with tension.
"But I swore to beth, That I'd go back to her... I ... c.... c...Care for you both, VERY much, but I can't leave HER with Alex.... but I can trust you with Alex, and I can trust Alex with you."
He stood and walked over and crouched trying to lift Dem back up and get him back to the bed.
"If you, keep trying to be, a selfish, emo, pitty party... I will not only ductape you to the bed, but I won't come back for the rest of the WEEK except to get my homework... are we clear?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 8:11 pm
Selfish. That is probably what struck him the most. He wanted to lash back, scream that he -wasn't- being selfish. How the hell was this selfish?! He had tried to kill Z's mother for Z. He had the insane thought to go dig through rubble to help Beth. He was trying to get Z just to leave because he knew Beth -needed- him, even if it meant hurting himself in the process. These were not selfish things, not in his mind. Sure, he wasn't exactly going about things the best way, and maybe he was whining a bit -too- much. But considering how his perfect day had shattered into this? Well, he felt at least his emo was rather justified.
Maybe...maybe not. No, it seemed he need to box his own hurt back up and just pretend everything was fine. That was the unselfish thing to do.
Everything was fine. It always was fine. Demetri Wright was always happy. Smiles, smiles all the time. One was slowly crossing his face now.
"Kay."
Simplest answer he could give. Demy got back up (with a little help from Z), and headed back to his bed to sit down. Yep, be a good little minion and just stay put. That was the right thing to do.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 8:30 pm
"...GOD DAMNIT Dem...don't...think I don't have some idea what's going through your head..." He snapped frustrated.
"I DON'T CARE...That it was you..." he said his voice dropping to a frustrated keep the neighbors from hearing hiss.
"I CARE... " that your -HURT-... DO you get that... I get...that you want me here, I want to be there for BOTH of you. I -WANT- you to go to the ******** hospital... You couldn't even make it to the ********."
It was utterly, un-zac to cry. It was utterly un-zac, to be so emotional, but whatever cord of nerves he had left had been sandpapered to a frayed little shred of well exposed 'caring' despite an utter want not to care.
"If you don't want to take care of yourself, I can't do -anything- for that. NOTHING... no...bandages I have here will patch up your ribs again, and god knows you probably need stitches and I do NOT want that done by a part time GYM teacher." He hissed through clenched teeth.
"PLEASE... DEM... -FOR- me... go...to the god...damned...Hospital... I will ask... Alex to lie for you, but I can not...Can't -CAN'T- take feeling ... guilty, that I told my cousin, I'd be there for her to night and won't be here...for you. DO NOT... give me "Don't deserve" do not sit there dwelling on "Fault" get back to "I want... My parter, my room mate... My.....my BOYFRIEND... safe, and healing, and I -I am selfish enough... to demand you do something you don't want to do... so please. GO, to the ********."
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 8:59 pm
"You called me selfish, I don't think you really -do- know what's going through my head...please just...stop yelling at me. Just stop."
Demy rubbed at his eyes, quickly wiping away any tears that threatened to well up again.
"Like look, I'm sorry I want you here, christ I think I'm allowed that, right? I can't make myself stop wanting you here but I ******** get the fact I can't have you here, and honestly comparing the two of us, Beth needs you way more so no, I don't deserve you here."
No, he didn't care Z had just told him not to say that. He did anyway. Even though the boyfriend comment -had- made him stop and stare for a moment.
"But I can't take you yelling at me okay? I c-can't take that right now, so please just STOP. I just...can't handle any disapproval from you, please...not tonight."
He was still trying to box up everything and put up the happy front, but truth be told this was perhaps the closest Z had ever seen Demy to a complete breakdown. To who he -really- was, underneath the mask of lies he usually kept.
Not that he'd ever refer to them as lies. After all, they were the truth.
"Don't wanna go to the hospital...it sucks there, and who the hell's gonna visit me? I'll be bored."
There was a pause, a rather uncomfortable one.
"...I'll go, but only because you want me to..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 9:10 pm
"Well -gee- Dem... I don't have ANY idea who might visit you..." He dropped Dem back on the bed and gave him an even look.
He almost kissed him. But shook his head and straitened, instead moving Mister Tenebrous closer and turned to grab a few things of clothes and shoved them into his shoulder bag with his homework and notebooks.
"I'll call Alex..." He said as he walked as calmly as he could towards the door.
He opened it and took half a step out before adding "... be safe..." before he vanished from view and closed it behind him.
It might have been the closest to "I love you' that he'd ever come.
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