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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:52 pm
Z had gotten back to the room before Dem again, such was the day's schedule...
Normally he'd have things laid out, either plans or homework. Even sometimes a few menu for take out options.
Not today though, he was over at the far side of the room half perched on the window sill.
"Mom... MOM..." he said his voice going from quiet to mid tone irritated.
He closed his eyes, rubbing at them as the voice from the other side of the line garbled out whatever she was saying.
He'd never talked to her before, at least not when anyone was there.
He didn't evens seem to register that the door had opened.
"no... "
a long pause and more talking.
"NO!"
"... I'm hanging up Mom, I'm hanging... Don't... ever, say that again, what the HELL do you know about it anyhow?!" He said suddenly clearly angry.
"No...your right, your the -last- person I should have asked!" He said and snapped the phone shut... stared at it for a moment and then -HURLED- it at the wall.
Amazingly it didn't -break-, but it did spit off its battery cover and sent the battery skittering across the floor as well.
He glanced up, past you and stood just long enough to flop down on his bed, his back to the world.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:14 pm
Demy's typical entrances to the dorm room were door thrown wide open, a strut inside, and then a happy announcement.
"Oh Z~ I'm homeeeeee~!"
Yeah, exactly like that. He strolled right in, having a few precious moments of pure joy before realizing something was up. Maybe it was Z's scowl before he flopped over, or the phone in pieces on the floor. Whatever it was, Demy picked up on it.
"Dude?...Sheesh cheer up man, you look even more grouchy than usual."
This wasn't to say he was any good at -fixing- a problem. Humming to himself the blonde strolled right over to the poor phone and scooped it up to fit the pieces back together.
"What the -hell- is eating at you man? Do I have to go smack someone around?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:21 pm
"Don't... put that, back together." He said dourly into the corner.
"She's just going to call back." he grabbed the pillow and curled around it with a deep sigh. He squeezed his eyes shut and squinched into a ball around the pillow like he could make the world vanish just by pretending it didn't exist.
His shoulders shook and he hugged the pillow harder.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:29 pm
Was he listening? Nope! Battery back in, now just to find the cover and put that back in place...
"Who's gonna call back Z-man? You're not holding out on me are you?"
-She- huh? There was a part of him that wondered if it needed to be -jealous- of some girl. If only he knew exactly what girl Z was so afraid to talk to.
Demy glanced over to grin at his friend...only to find the smaller boy curled desperately around his pillow. Huh? Grin shifting into a bit of a worried frown, the blonde slowly approached and plopped onto the bed beside the pitiful lump known as his roomie.
"What's wrong buddy?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:36 pm
Fortunately, plugging in the battery, didn't turn the phone back on, it it might really have rung again in Dem's hand.
"-nothing-" was the vehement response, half muffled into the pillow.
Which of course, meant 'everything'
Followed by a muffled curse and he raised a hand to scrub at his eyes.
"It's just my... "
the room phone rang, the room phone -never-...rang.
"Don't...answer that." He demanded more loudly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:45 pm
Oh he was used to Z's little 'tantrums'. This one was...well it was worse than the usual. But he handled it much the same way he always did...which meant he pretty much ignored any and all warnings from his shorter friend.
"It might be something important man! Maybe we won the lottery or someone wants a party or...hell maybe Killingworth wants to commend us on being awesome."
None of these options made a damn bit of sense (except maybe that party one), but that wasn't stopping him from getting up and strolling over to the phone. In mere moments he was at it's side, hand hovering over the receiver.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:51 pm
"Dem I -swear to GOD if you answer that I will suffocate you in your -sleep- after I rip down ALL your stars!"
Z was sitting up now still clutching the pillow, and his -shoe- which looked poised to throw. "That is my MOTHER and you are NOT picking up that phone if I have to knock it out of your HAND"
And more oddly... it looked like he'd been crying. HIs eyes were red and there was still a damp on his cheeks which he was unable to rub away just at the moment thanks to pillow and shoe.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:56 pm
His hand froze, not moving the final few inches to actually pick up the phone.
"Your...mom? Don't...you want to talk to her or something?"
He bit at his lip nervously, on the move again...thankfully -towards- Z and away from the ringing phone.
"Cmon man what's wrong? You look like a wreck and it so isn't your style...and put the damn shoe down I -really- don't want to go to classes tomorrow with a shoe imprint on my face kay?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:00 pm
Z's eyes narrowed to thin lines as that hand moved closer to the phone for a moment.
" I -already- talked to her, I don't want to talk to her -again-, and what's more -you- don't want to talk to her," He said bluntly, the phone finally stopped ringing and the shoe was lowered. Z shook his head and sort of 'fell' over again and rolled back to the wall.
"I was -trying- to talk to her... about -you-... ok? She didn't -take- it very well, I didn't even -say- anything she just...AUGH...." He punched the mattress.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:07 pm
"About...me? You talked about me and -this- was the result? Cripes man I don't think I'm -that- bad..."
He cracked a grin, trying to joke now even when it was painfully obvious just how upset poor Z really was.
Demy plopped back down on the bed, flopping over on his back beside the other boy.
"Wanna talk about it?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:13 pm
"not -really..." he mumfled into his pillow... but contrarily turned and continued.
"I mean, she just... she -flipped-... I didn't even, all I said was that I -might- and... She just... Oh -god-" He swore and turned back into the pillow.
"I HATE PEOPLE!" he yelled into it, and a long pause... "goddamnit now my f---king head hurts" he swore and kicked the wall with his still sneakered foot.
"What's she care anyhow, she should be glad I'm not like -Dad-... ohgodwhatifshetellsdadAUUUUGHHHH"
The latter part was muffled further into the pillow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:22 pm
Oh...boy. His mother was one of those huh? Probably would fit well in his own father's line of thinking. Greaaat...
Oh well, it didn't help to dwell on it!
"Well...I'm here man. You don't hate me, right?"
Scoot scoot scoot...just a biiiit closer. If he kept edging closer and closer maybe he could spring a hug on the other.
"If you put a hole through the wall we're gonna have a serious problem. Just...breathe man, breathe. Want me to get you a drink or something?"
Scoooot...scoot scoot...
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:36 pm
"Not unless its -alcoholic- or -poisonous-..." he mumbled in reply to the drink.
"... no I don't hate you, even if you are encroaching.... just..."
he trailed off again.
"I mean seriously what the -hell-, All I said was -maybe, I said I wasn't sure... and she just... the last time she was like that was when Dad...and..."
he stopped and sighed, quiet, sullen.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:40 pm
"Z! I would -never- give you a poisonous drink!...and we have no more alcohol. Sorry man."
Scoot..scoot..scoot. There! Finally close enough. With a grin the blonde moved swiftly to wrap the other in a hug.
"Dunno what encroaching means buuut glad to hear you don't hate me, cause you're stuck with me no matter what! Now forget all about that silly little phone call and cheer up okay? I'm worried about ya..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:45 pm
"encroaching means getting closer." He mumbled into the pillow, and surprisingly didn't fight the hug. Maybe because they were in private, or maybe he just needed one.
He sighed and propped his chin on top of the pillow rather than trying to suffocate himself in it for a few minutes.
"... I wish I knew what to do, I wish I had answers."
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