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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 2:59 pm
Backdated to sometime in March, probably. :[a Paris was so over being sick. He didn’t know where the monster flu had come from, but it was finally over and he was determined to make up for all the time he’d lost while miserably lying in bed. Normally this would have meant getting back to work, spending regular hours at the store again and dancing his a** off, but it also meant reviving his social life, which had been limited to little more than Chris as of late—not that Paris considered this a bad thing; he simply thought a little variety every once in a while would stop them from bickering about dumb s**t so much.
And so one afternoon following a rather strenuous rehearsal, he decided it was time to randomly stop by his best friend’s apartment, because Paris knew things and he didn’t like them and he thought maybe by showing up and throwing his weight around for a little bit he might actually be able to change it.
It hadn’t ever worked before, of course, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t going to work now if it hadn’t then, but he thought he should at least try. It was his duty as best friend or something!
Paris marched up the stairs with purpose once he’d made it to the appropriate building, not bothering to send so much as a text to warn of his impending arrival. He stopped at the door only long enough to wonder if he should actually knock, before shrugging and just barging right in—as he was wont to do.
First, he glanced around to make sure nothing untoward was happening. When everything seemed to be at peace, Paris settled for bestowing a harsh glare upon the cause of his present aggravation.
“You…” he said, in a voice that might have sounded threatening if a skinny, five-foot-three eighteen-year-old could actually managed to seem threatening to someone who’d never really taken him seriously before.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 3:12 pm
Billy normally would have jumped up defensively at the sudden opening of the door. However he was momentarily mesmerized by a certain something on TV.
Indeed, there he was, casual t-shirt and jeans, curled up on the couch in front of the TV with a bag of chips and his ferret, Sammy, with his eyes glued to the TV as talking brightly colored ponies talked and...
'You'.
Billy knew that voice, but even Paris wouldn't break his concentration.
"pstshpshpstSHHHHHH~" He sputtered, holding up a finger in Paris' direction, then stating very seriously, "The ponies are singing."
Sammy, however, had been awoken by the sound of someone unfamiliar, and crawled out of Billy's lap and over to the arm of the couch, sniffing curiously in Paris' direction. The little silver ferret was deceptively cute for such a curious and mischievous little thing. Then again, she was Billy's pet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 2:08 pm
“What?” Paris asked, still glaring. He had no idea what Billy was talking about.
First, he noticed the ferret, and though he suspected it was Billy’s pet and any pet of Billy’s in his mind was just as evil as Billy was himself, it was still an animal and not entirely at fault for its actions when its owner was a complete jackass. Paris took a step into the apartment and shut the door behind him before the poor creature could try to make a break for it. If he were any pet of Billy’s, he’d try to make his escape at any opportunity available to him.
He did, however, think that it seemed appropriate that Billy’s pet appeared to be a rodent instead of the more common dog or cat.
The second thing Paris noticed was that the TV was on, and that Billy was staring at it like it would reveal to him all the mysteries of the universe. Intrigued, Paris momentarily tore his eyes away from him to glance at whatever it was that currently held him so captivated.
Only to be appalled by the excess of bright colors on the screen and the obnoxious singing filtering from the television speakers.
“Oh my god, what the hell is that?” he wondered. His face scrunched up in disgust. “What are you, five?”
For the moment, the fact that he himself enjoyed countless animated Disney movies (and therefore he really had no place to judge) conveniently slipped his mind.
“No,” he said firmly, before stepping forward to place himself in front of the television. He propped his hands onto his hips and was actually able to look down his nose at Billy while the other was seated upon the couch. “You are not ignoring me on account of this crap. What are you doing here? Where’s Ladon? What did you do to rope him in this time?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 3:33 pm
"Wha- I," Billy moved one way then the other to try and see past Paris, "Just...go talk to Ladon and let me watch my ponies. Your his friend, yall go..chat it up, make cookies, or something. He should be in the bedroom."
Billy tried waving Paris off, hoping he would go find Ladon and get out from in front of the television. Finally he heaved a sigh of frustration as the show went on a commercial break.
"Listen, I promised Ladon I'd be as civil as I can to you, but seriously. You're gonna stand there between me and my ponies, that's almost pushing it a little further than I'm willing to just sit here and take. Now, puh-leeease, just sit down and let me finish this show, then I'll go get Ladon and the two of you can talk. If you really want to know all the details, ask him."
Billy was...about as polite as he could be considering that his show had been interrupted. Not just interrupted, but interrupted by Paris who, as far as he knew, hadn't even called Ladon to so if it was okay to come over. If he had, then Billy was sure Ladon wouldn't be sleeping now, or showering or whatever the boy was doing....
Honestly, Billy was not Ladon's keeper, lover or not. Ladon was a big boy capable of taking care of himself and making his own decisions, if Paris couldn't just respect his friend's judgement...
Whatever, Billy was just gonna let them talk it out....
Meanwhile Sammy had curled back up in Billy's lap, but still stared at the stranger...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:05 pm
“Oh, I’m so sorry, does my being here bother you?” Paris wondered. He smirked in temporary satisfaction and removed his hands from his hips to cross his arms over his chest. “Well, now you know how I feel every time I have to see your face. If you’re seriously going to get all bent out of shape over ponies then you are clearly not as grown up as I’d hoped you’d be when Ladon said you’d gotten back together.”
He’d sort of been hoping Billy might have groveled on his knees for a while, gotten kicked around by Ladon a little bit, and then maybe earned his forgiveness after Ladon had played a little game of “hard to get.”
Somehow he didn’t think that had been the case and that didn’t make him happy at all. He realized there wasn’t much he could do to control it, and that it was Ladon’s decision to do whatever he felt like, but he couldn’t help being defensive and protective and had a hard time believing things would just fall into place so easily, especially when he’d sort of been right about last time.
“We’ll see what Ladon has to say. I’d believe him over you anyway, but I swear to God, if you’re just using him again and all that stuff you told me at my old man’s store ends up being more of your bullshit, I’ll find some way to make you regret it.”
For a while Paris had wondered if there was more there than he’d realized—Billy hadn’t exactly been at his best the last time he’d seen him—but it wasn’t going to make him any less suspicious, not now that he had to be on his toes again. He would tolerate him, he might even consent to spending time around him for Ladon’s sake, but until he’d seen enough proof for himself that all was well and happy, he would always be keeping an eye out for any ill intentions.
Warning given, Paris stepped away from the television to allow Billy his pony fix and made his way to the bedroom to make his presence known to the apartment’s other occupant. “Ladon!” he shouted. “Lady! Your apartment’s infested with douchebag!”
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:16 pm
"No, you being in front of the TV while I'm trying to watch it is bothering me. Seriously, you are perfectly in your right to come see Ladon, you guys are friends after all, and I thank you for being there for him, just get out from in front of the damn TV."
Billy waved off Paris' warnings, waiting as patiently as he could, which wasn't really all that patient at the moment, for Paris to shut up and move. When he finally did Billy was content to carry on with his show. However he was also keeping an ear on the other.
"Hey, don't call Sammy a douchbag. You don't even know her!"
At the sound of her name, the ferret looked up at Billy before deciding to hop down and scamper past Paris and into the bedroom herself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:40 pm
Ladon was sleeping. Well, he HAD been sleeping. Usually he slept on and off during the day, or at least half of the day way, to go patrolling at night. His sleeping schedule had gone down the toilet he had to admit, but now that Billy was here, he felt more at ease. This being one of the many things that made Ladon look little more than someone who got hit by a bus appearance-wise, he was working on getting things back on track. However...sleeping was still rough. There was a nervousness in that he'd wake up and hurt Billy, or wind up forcing him away. In that, he had taken a shower last night, popped another sleep aid, and laid in his bed for JUST a moment, curling up in the covers and telling himself he'd find his jammies before passing out.
Well, he was now waking up to someone yelling his name, and he gasped, sitting up and wincing at the light that was coming through the windows (He had torn off the curtains ages ago). Blindly reaching around for the knife he kept in the drawer of his nightstand and bundling up the sheets to arrange over his person, he only managed to knock off his phone, a plastic cup that spilled some water, and some eyedrops. At last he grab what was nothing more than a pen, to which he held out, blinking the light from his eyes. What was going on?
His heart was beating quick as his chest rose and fell. "What?!" He called out, looking around as his eyes adjusted. Who was calling him? It sounded like...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:34 pm
Paris ignored Billy and finished making his way to the bedroom. He didn’t really think there was anything wrong about just barging right in—it was habit to waltz into the apartment on his own, and he’d been in the bedroom enough that he didn’t think Ladon would mind so much. Okay, so maybe he was being a little overconfident and somewhat naïve about Ladon’s reactions when it came to people dropping in unannounced.
“What are you doing?” he wondered, standing in the doorway and staring at Ladon wielding an innocent pen. “What are you going to do, skewer me?”
He almost snorted, but it was lost and buried beneath a shock of surprise when he realized a bundle of sheets was all that was separating his eyes from the view of a very naked Ladon.
Now, normally this would not bother Paris at all. Nudity wasn’t that big of a deal to him. He walked around in various states of dress and undress rather frequently, and he didn’t particularly care who was around when he did it. Chris, Ladon, hell, he’d even parade around in front of Billy if he happened to be around at a time when Paris felt like making himself comfortable. He did try to restrain himself in front of his more modest friend, but truth be told he saw nothing wrong with either of them seeing the other without clothes on.
They were both boys, they were best friends, and Paris had stripped in front of people for less.
But Billy was out in the living room and Ladon was naked in bed. At any other time he might have been able to think of a hundred other reasons why this should be the case, but at the moment his brain could only focus on one.
Suddenly Paris’s face went red with a sort of mortification. “W-Why are you… but… wait… you didn’t… you didn’t say you were having sex with him!” he gaped, and then wished he hadn’t said it because he didn’t want to be thinking about things like that, because it was Billy and he didn’t trust him and he really wanted to turn around and kick his balls in. “Jesus, I’m off my game for a few weeks and this happens? You only said you’d gotten back together with him, you didn’t say anything about… about… about this!”
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:29 pm
"Paris?" What was Paris doing here? Did he text him? Oh s**t, where was his phone.
Looking at the pen in his hand, he set it on the nightstand only to have it roll off. "No. I wasn't going to do that...I was looking for..." Could he say a knife to Paris? His friend probably would be concerned if he kept a knife in his nightstand. "..Uh, my phone. I'm sorry I didn't get your call. I was sleeping and..." He was looking about with his only good eye to try and find his phone, noticing it was on the floor now and probably a little wet.
"..I would have answered..." He continued, talking to Paris and himself as he lifted up the sheets a bit and leaned down to try and get his phone, but knowing he would either fall off or loose the sheet if he did. He was still groggy for sleeping in this long, and was now getting angry that Billy hadn't woken him up sooner or at least told him that his phone had been ringing.
But then he sat up slowly and looked at Paris' wondering WHY he was here. He only sent him a text and he didn't hear him text back much and ...oh, he had an idea why.
Now he really wished Billy had woken him up sooner.
Then Paris started sputtered, and Ladon was lost in translation a moment before he was accused of having sex. "Wait? WHAT? I didn't just.....I..." Did Billy tell him he was having sex with him?! WHY WOULD HE TELL HIM THAT?! Sure, it was true but damn!!! Was he trying to make his life difficult with announcing it and WHY was Paris looking at him like that?!
It was then that he noticed through his own sputtering that he was, indeed, naked - well, if you didn't count the sheet. THEN he got what Paris was looking at. "It's not what it looks like! I took a shower and then I took something and I was going to get dressed but laid down on my bed and I must have passed out before I got up to get dressed and I just woke up to you yelling!!"
Too much was happening and now he was very aware he was naked.
He gripped the sheets a little more tightly, before he considered Paris' tone. "What do you mean This? You're not my mom, Paris. You're my friend." And guarding his virginity wasn't Paris' job, and that was already done for a while back.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 12:06 am
Billy heaved a sigh and turned the television off as he decided he better get off his a** and see what the heck was going on.
"Don't go assuming things Paris." Billy said as he came through the doorway, walking past the boy. "There has been no sex happening in this apartment, I can assure you."
'This apartment'...was an important specification, but hey, he wasn't lying if he put it that way.
Billy sighed again, "You really could have given Ladon a curtousy call or something, geeze... First you barge in here and block the TV while I'm trying to watch my show, and now you go jumping to conclusions...I can't just sit out there and let you do that. I told Ladon I'd be nice but you're making it really difficult right now..." he ran a hand through his hair. He tried to keep his tone even, if not simply exasperated.
When Billy had thought Paris was just simply going to go nag and whine to Ladon about them being back together, yeah, that was fine. Ladon knew how to take care of himself. But now coming in and creating a ruckus, tossing around accusations, and embarrasing Ladon...it would make his a bad boyfriend if he didn't come to Ladon's aid. Even though Billy knew Ladon might not want his help...Billy had made a promise, albeit not outright, to be his shield, and he perhaps took this a bit too seriously. Well, Ladon could punish him later.
Billy grabbed the other blanket that was bunched up and almost falling off the foot of the bed and wrapped it around Ladon and kissed the top of his head before picking up the knocked over cup of water, pen, and Ladon's cell phone and placing them all back on the bedside table. He then found the discarded towl from Ladon's shower and threw it on the damp carpet where the cup of water had spilled.
All the while Sammy was underfoot, making all manner of noise to add to the raised voices. Billy picked her up and plopped her on the bed, where she scampered over to Ladon and burrowed in to the warm, dark, blankets. It had taken a while for her to get used to someone other than Billy, but now she was quite fond of the boy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:22 am
Paris was two seconds way from setting everything straight with Ladon when Billy decided to walk in and make his presence known again. Glaring darkly, Paris did his best to control his temper and failed miserably.
“Billy, do me a favor and shut the ******** up,” he said. “You interfering only makes the misunderstandings worse, if you’ll remember, so why don’t you go back out in the living room and watch your stupid ponies and let Ladon and I talk? We’re both big boys. We don’t need a chaperone. We’ve handled this sort of thing before without you.”
He would have waited until he was gone, but somehow he didn’t think Billy was going to listen to him anyway. Did he ever? Paris sure didn’t think so, and that annoyed him even more. Things were always assumed about him, he was never trusted to take care of a situation with his own best friend without unwanted and unneeded supervision, he wasn’t given the proper respect…
When Paris thought about it, sometimes Billy’s attitude toward him reminded him of another douchebag, one he’d had the displeasure of encountering and the pleasure of telling off far away up in space.
Rather than reminiscing about that particular event, Paris turned his attention back to Ladon and tried with all his might to ignore the bane of his existence.
“I thought we were best friends,” he said, “and correct me if I’m wrong, but best friends usually tell one another when this sort of stuff is going on. I’m not asking for details. I know not to expect that sort of stuff from you, and considering who we’re talking about here I don’t really need them, nor do I particularly want them, but a head’s up would be nice. More than ‘Oh, Billy and I got back together,’ because if there really is sex going on anywhere, here or wherever, it’s a lot more serious than I thought, and after what happened last time you can’t blame me for having doubts.”
He almost stopped himself from approaching the bed on account of Billy, but then he decided he was tired of not doing things on account of Billy, and so he set himself down along the edge of the bed—far enough away for the sake of Ladon’s modesty, or so he hoped, but close enough to feel like they were talking as friends instead of arguing. He wasn’t really here to argue.
“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Paris insisted, looking down at his hands. “I’m not trying to be your mom, I’m trying to be your friend. Maybe I suck at it, I don’t really know, but I can’t have done anything worse than he did. If you want to take his side, fine, you almost always did before. I’m only here because I wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 9:43 pm
He really wanted to keep the peace, but not only was he rather cornered in the fact he was naked, but Billy and Paris were being both hurtful to each other, and to him. While Paris was expressing his concern, Ladon could only feel certain words highlighted in a way that made Paris' concern twisted into acting like he couldn't make his decisions - or that he made bad ones. It took a lot not to point out that Paris wasn't in any way able to preach about bad decisions considering he used to be very happy wearing his own tiara on that subject.
Still, this had to be addressed, and it seemed it had to be addressed now.
"Paris, Billy is a big boy too, so could you please not order him around. If you are going to speak badly about him, then he has as much of a right to be here and hear it. I just hope neither one of you try to kill each other in my apartment or else you guys can go outside. I don't want to deal with it. I'm not the one that made you two hate each other. You started that relationship all on your own before I even entered the picture." Was Ladon being a bit - bitchy in the morning.
Well yes he was, and Paris was going to see more of it. Tender, sweet, timid Ladon wasn't exactly all there when he first woke up, and was even less when someone jabbed at him or the boy he was with.
"Paris.." He breathed out, a force to try and keep him from being a bit too sharp with his words. "...I'm sorry I didn't tell you any sooner, but the moment we became official, I did text you. I wasn't about to hide it from you. If I was more aware things were escalating, I would have mentioned a sort of progress, but ....Billy and I met up rather suddenly and got to talking." More like Billy had been gone forever and showed up as a masked admirer at the Valentine's Day ball. Oh, what another lie he had to tell to make things seem normal.
"We're giving it another chance, because I want to give it another chance. He didn't pull my leg. He didn't threaten me. Remember, I was the one who kicked him out of my apartment." To which he glanced at Billy a moment, feeling sorry, before looking back at Paris.
"And I decided I wanted to try having a relationship again with Billy. To be more honest and see if it can work. I'm giving this a second chance." He stated, more smoothly, as he looked to Paris. "Now don't start talking as if I always side with him. I do care about you because you are my friend. That's why I even sent you the text." Wasn't that being honest?
Why did he feel as if he had this conversation before?
"So please, if anything, let me make my own mistakes. I mean, ...I have been your friends despite all the things I didn't like what you did, and I was concerned then. It didn't stop you either. You did more things than me in the end.....so if I want to do anything ..." Like sex. "....well, I'm a big boy too. I can make those decisions for myself."
He curled the blanket around him, rather self conscious now that he considered the few scars he had on his body, along with the burn mark on his neck. He really just wanted to get dressed now.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 10:08 pm
While Ladon and Paris spoke, Billy busied himself with 'cleaning up' the room. It was when Ladon mentioned kicking him out and looked over to him that he paused.
"And I deserved it. What I did was wrong and I know there isn't much I can do to make up for it," he shrugged, as if the memories didn't bother him.
They did though, and it showed in his tenderness to Ladon, and the way that he now would basically do whatever the boy asked of him - like a dog. Ladon, whether the boy knew it or not, had him leashed, had him wrapped around his finger, held his life in his hands.
"But I really do love Ladon," to whom he gave a tender look and a gentle smile, "and I appreciate that he would give me a second chance."
Billy then looked at Paris.
"I appreciate you being there for him when I wasn't, and looking out for him. For that I thank you. However I do not appreciate you storming in acting like you own the place and like you can tell either of us what to do. I'd like to think that maybe you have it in you to approach things with more civility than that. For my own part I would have thus perhaps been more inclined to be so civil to you. I promised such to Ladon, after all," he stated again. "I'd like to keep my promise."
Billy then stepped away from the dresser where he'd been re-arranging trinkets and what-have-you that sat upon it, stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall.
"And I'd be willing to stake my ability to do so in public. I hear you have gotten yourself a real boyfriend. How about the four of us go out somewhere next weekend? Dinner perhaps. What say you?"
God damn it Billy, you don't have to be so wordy....
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:14 pm
Paris sat and took the lecture and the veiled insinuations about his past with a stoic silence. It really wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. He was sure they’d discussed a similar topic at some other point in time, and he suspected it had gone much the same way—his concern was taken the wrong way, he was lectured like a child who’d misbehaved (who was really acting like the mother here?), and then his past was somehow brought into the equation as if to say “you’re a slut and I’m still better than you.”
Or so it seemed to Paris.
He said nothing, just sat and stewed in the hurt and anger welling up inside, until he could hear that horrible little voice in his head again, the one Chris had successfully squashed and banished to a place so deep inside of him he thought he wouldn't have to listen to it anymore, the one that always told him “you’re not good enough.”
He glanced up at Billy and barely managed to hold back a sneer. “Next weekend? Sorry. Can’t. I’ll be busy,” he claimed. Truthfully he couldn’t think of any plans he had around that time off the top of his head, but that didn’t mean he had to make things easy and agree outright. “I have a store to run and performances to prepare for, and I’m still taking care of my dad, so I don’t exactly have the time to be humoring you at the drop of a hat.”
Of course, Paris couldn’t deny the possibility entirely if he wanted to seem as if he were trying to tolerate him.
“How’s about I let you know whenever I’m free and we can try to go out somewhere then?” he offered with a saccharinely sweet smile and a falsely chipper voice. “Maybe I can pencil you in in a few weeks.”
He didn’t particularly want to. There were a thousand other things Paris would rather be doing than suffering through a double date with Billy in attendance. Hell, he’d rather exterminate youma all night or deal with dumbass senshi with skewed priorities than spend more than an hour in Billy’s presence. He was going to have to do it eventually, though, whether he liked it or not, otherwise Billy would have the perfect fodder to continue making him out to be the bad guy.
With a weary sigh, Paris rose from the bed and made his way to the doorway before looking back at Ladon. He dropped the fake smile and the lilting tone of voice. He didn’t feel very happy at the moment anyway. Just sad and sort of worthless and like he shouldn’t even bother.
“Maybe when you defend me against him the way you defend him against me, I’ll actually believe that you care about me as much as I care about you,” he told him, more defeated than accusatory. “It’s sort of funny, don’t you think? How different you act when he’s around. I was really your best friend for a while there, when you didn’t have anyone else. Now that he’s back, it's like I’m just a nuisance.”
He forced a laugh, even though he didn’t find it humorous at all.
“You can get dressed if you want. I’ll make you something to eat,” he offered and turned back to the living room.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:29 pm
"Paris!" He called out, but the boy was already heading out of the room.
Sighing, he bundled up the sheets around his midsection and raced to his dresser drawer, pulling out the shelves as he grabbed the first thing he saw. Boxers. Pants. Shirt. All were thrown on as Ladon muttered to himself, too busy getting dressed to be a tad self conscious that he was dressing in front of Billy. Once done, he looked back at his boyfriend. "I really don't want you to think we're talking behind your back, but can you watch TV or something. He'll all up in arms with you here and taking everything the wrong way." He leaned in, kissing Billy on the cheek before he dashed out.
Hair sticking out in directions and without socks, Ladon padded over to the kitchen where Paris was.
"Please don't be like that! That's not what I meant at all. I just don't want you two treating each other like this, but I don't want you saying I can't give others a second chance or date Billy or do anything else. That's not fair. I never said who you couldn't date. I'm not trying to say these things as if I'm siding with Billy. I'm siding with myself. These are MY decisions, Paris. Why do you think I'm ...I'm throwing you in the trash because I'm dating Billy again? He's not my best friend."
Ladon was moving into the kitchen, trying to get Paris to listen. "I still want my best friend, and I'm telling you things because you're important. You're the only person I know." Why couldn't the blonde see he was important to him? He didn't always side with Billy after all.....did he? No! That wasn't right. He didn't think he was siding with anyone. He just wanted them not to fight each other and keep the peace. Seemed THAT was a lost cause.
"Stop taking everything the wrong way. You're not a nuisance or second best. Billy is my boyfriend. YOU are my best friend. Those are two completely different things." This was WAY too early in the morning to be making such heavy statements, but he wasn't expecting things to turn into yet another train wreck.
"What do I have to do to prove this to you? You're making it sound like I'm being evil but I'm just trying to keep you two from killing each other."
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