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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 3, 2015 16:01:09 GMT
Braydon got to his house. He tried to compose himself. He looked over at Blake. "So what does that mean?" Braydon asked even though he knew what it meant. It meant Blake was dying and that braydon wouldn't see Blake again. He pursed his Lips and began to hope it was all just a dream.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 3, 2015 19:10:19 GMT
Blake's feet had somehow ended up placed lazily on the dash of the car, torso sliding about as far down as it could get before slumping properly, gaze flickering up to Braydon and back again every so often, attention only ever caught momentarily before moving somewhere else, trying to find something, anything, to distract him, if not for a little while. His gaze darted from the road in front of them to the scenery, watching trees slowly turn into houses, and the slow shift in neighborhood from insanely rich to tragically poor, until they eventually found the strange middle ground Blake and Braydon both lived in. It was nice, almost, to sit in a silence such as this at the dead of night. If only the silence wasn't due to the fact they'd both realised Blake was going to die, and soon. When they eventually arrived, which felt like suffocatingly long to Blake, Braydon finally spoke, and all of a sudden Blake realised how much he wished he hadn't. They hadn't really discussed specifics at the hospital, only vague months - months to aim for, the time period if they were lucky and the chances of it being cut short.
"I have six months, maybe," he confessed, pushing himself up so he was sat properly again, gaze finally settling on the boy across from him, not quite sure what else to say. What else was there really to say? Other than that he was sorry, and that there was nothing anyone could think to do about it. At least they had the next six months though, right? That was half a year. They had half a year to do all the things he'd forgotten to do. That was enough time, right?
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Out of Town
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 3, 2015 19:55:41 GMT
Braydon sighed and looked at Blake. He didn't know what to say though. What were you supposed to say when someone was dying? He just took a moment to breathe, to ignore his feelings. To ignore everything. "And what were you doing in the woods?" Braydon asked avoiding the subject. If he continued to talk about it he'd cry.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 4, 2015 8:09:01 GMT
Another question that Blake was going to take a while to answer, great. Honestly, he didn't know why he'd gone there, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. He hadn't wanted to go to Braydon's and face the music, but being at home just left him feeling like he was being tortured, drained of any part of himself he had left. At home, there wasn't time for silly jokes about superheroes or theories about whether their next-next-door-neighbor's gnome was worthy of being brought to art class when they studied still life. It was all, 'how are we going to get through this one?' or calling doctors from across state that the whole family knew they couldn't realistically afford. His mum didn't care, however, because it was all about getting her little Blake better, regardless of whether it put everyone else in financial peril. And that's why he'd left. He couldn't stand to be the reason for everyone's bad mood at his house, and he hated the idea of being the excuse. 'I'm sorry hon, it's just with Blake and everything going on, I lost it,' he'd heard that too many times after an argument; his parents apologising for their tempers by simply saying his name, because they that would make it acceptable. Oh well. He'd always been the problem kid - the drunken one, the one on drugs; this was just another excuse for Blake's name to be thrown across the house like a weapon.
Finally, after mulling it over for a long while, he responded, "I couldn't stay at home - there was too much shouting and my sister was crying and dad was just stood there, staring at this stain on the wall I made when I was five after getting in a fight with a bowl of pasta, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't know that I was the reason for all this. But, I couldn't see you because you'd ask exactly what was going on and I didn't want to say it - I didn't want to tell you in case you hated me for it. Blinking away tears now, his gaze shuffled over to look at Braydon, blurry vision watching him for a moment as he considered telling him about the wolf, although he quickly decided against it. One step at a time, he reminded himself. One step at a time."I just - I needed somewhere to be alone, and the woods was the first place I found."
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 4, 2015 12:21:34 GMT
Braydon nodded. They a told in silence for a little bit before Braydon got out of the car. "I'm assuming you're sleeping over," Braydon said. He went to the other side and picked up his still sleeping sister. His sister could really sleep through anything. He waited for Blake to get out of the car before he went back to his house. He put his sister back to bed and went down stairs to see Blake.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 4, 2015 17:27:52 GMT
"If that's okay," was all Blake replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly. He already knew it would be - Braydon had always been the type of guy that would drive all the way across town in the middle of the night if he asked him to (hell, he had just done that because of Blake's earlier text), and let him stay over. It was almost a given, really. Besides, Blake's parents wouldn't mind, probably; part of him wondered if they'd even noticed that he'd gone, what with all the arguing. Oh well. They'd notice eventually - the'd turn to make a point about his cancer only to find he wasn't lounging on the sofa or in his room - it was just a matter of time. Even then, they'd probably assume he'd hidden at Braydon's for the evening. No one would care.
Curling up on the sofa whilst Braydon tended to his sister, he couldn't help but feel just a little bit exhausted, head hitting the pillow and almost knocking him out straight away. The day had been long, and the night seemed like it'd been forever, and yet he couldn't quite sleep. He felt uncomfortable, almost. Not because Braydon's house was unfamiliar, but because he felt wrong. Ever since Braydon had come to pick him up, he hadn't had any of the usual background noise and sensations in his head. There'd been no strange vision, no headaches, no moments where he'd forgotten what he was going to say, right as he opened his mouth to say it. It was odd, that was for sure, but he didn't dare dwell on it too long, his eyes fluttering closed, only to burst open again as the scene from earlier replayed in his head; the wolf knocking him down and running for the hills, and him, lying there on the floor, wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do now. What if the wolf came back? What if it killed him? All he could think was that he had to leave, and so he had, walking as fast as he could without tripping over his own feet. But now, the wolf was stuck in his head, keeping him from drifting off as Braydon's footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Blake sat bolt upright.
"Hey," he greeted, standing up and walking over to Braydon. He needed to clear his head but, more importantly, he also needed to shower. He smelt like a forest. "I'm going to go shower, you're welcome to join me..." Cheeky smile flickering at the edges of his lips, Blake stood up properly and pressed a kissed against Braydon's lips, fingers lazily brushing against his cheek.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 4, 2015 20:27:05 GMT
"Why would I pass off an offer like that?" Braydon asked with a smirk. He took Blake's hand and went upstairs to his bathroom. The only bad thing about it was Taylor's room was right next to it. They learned that the hard at when Blake just had to moan while Taylor was reading. Braydon laughed at the memory and just walked over to the shower and put it on.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 5, 2015 8:01:50 GMT
Honestly, he hadn't meant for the invitation to join him in the bathroom to end up as sexual as he intended; hell, he hadn't actually meant to invite Braydon to come with him, it'd just kind of slipped out. He figured it was because they'd done it so many times before (sometimes unintentionally), and he didn't really mind. After all, it just meant he got to spend more time with Braydon, right? What could go wrong? ...Maybe that was a question better left unanswered, he seemed to be having a string of bad luck as of late. It had to pass though, right? All the shit storms and problems?
When the shower was on, Blake begin to pull of his clothes, slipping his hoodie off (okay, so maybe it was a hoodie that had been stolen from Braydon, but it was his now, basically - even if it was kind of too big), and then quickly following up with his shirt, the rag surprisingly unstained by blood from the wolf bite. Maybe he should've told Braydon about it, he wondered, turning away as he managed to pull the shirt over his head and drop it on the floor, conscious that he wanted to see how bad the bite looked before Braydon did. But it wasn't there. The bite, or whatever it was that had hit him, was gone. Completely. It may as well have never been there. Running his finger over the spot where it - whatever it was - had been, he turned back to look at Braydon, hoping he didn't look half as confused as he felt.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 5, 2015 14:29:25 GMT
Braydon took off his shirt and watched Blake looking at a random spot confused. "Um..you look like you thought abs would be there," Braydon said teasingly. He wrapped his arms around Blake. "What's wrong you've been acting odd since I picked you up and don't lie to me," Braydon said. He rested his chin on Blake's shoulder.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 5, 2015 18:53:15 GMT
Blake just rolled his eyes before cracking a small smile, finger leaving the spot where the bite was (or, was it? Blake was even starting to doubt himself now), and took a step closer to Braydon. He'd never been a big guy, and he'd definitely not been the kind of person you'd expect to have abs or muscles, or anything that implied strength, really. He was the stereotypical nerd in that he'd always preferred reading comic books to being out on the field and, well, it just so happened that page turning didn't actually count as 'working your finger muscles'. Oh well. Even if he had originally being built, the cancer had done quite a job stripping some of his weight off him, even if it was unintentionally. If he was to be considered 'borderline podgy' before, he was definitely at least slim now. Not that he minded, really - he'd never even thought about it.
Grin widening slightly now, Blake ran his fingers around Braydon's wasit before starting to play with the buttons of his pants, pulling a shocked, slightly confused expression as he asked, "you mean, I don't have abs?"
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 5, 2015 19:54:05 GMT
Braydon smirked at Blake. "No you don't. Now seriously what's wrong?" Braydon asked. He had been worries about Blake there was something other than Blake being terminal he could tell by the way Blake was acting. Something else was wrong something Blake wasn't telling him about.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 6, 2015 0:50:59 GMT
Blake's faltered slightly as he realized he wasn't getting away with it quite that easily - Braydon wasn't going to drop the subject as easily as he used to. In the past, Braydon was so easy to distract (most of the time it was usually by just convincing him to have sex), that there were numerous things that he'd managed to get away with. Since the progressive worsening of his cancer, he hadn't been quite so lucky. Braydon wouldn't let things drop anymore, just in case they ended up being something important - it was like everyone was terrified he'd not tell someone something and then end up in hospital with some sort of seizure, or maybe even a brain hemorrhage. Blake wasn't trusted to keep himself healthy anymore.
"I just - in the woods-" there was a pause, and Blake shook his head, quickly unzipping the rest of Braydon's pants and then getting started on his, fingers fiddling with the button as he stared down at it determinedly. "I thought I-" there was another pause, and Blake merely glanced up at Braydon before shaking his head again, quietly finishing, "it doesn't matter. Seriously."
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 6, 2015 1:08:09 GMT
Braydon held Blake's wrists to stop him from moving. The kid always seemed to be moving. "Blake. Seriously just tell me. I've never judged you," Braydon said. He watched Blake's face to figure out anything that could've happened.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 6, 2015 1:26:45 GMT
Blake's nose wrinkled slightly as he pouted, twitching his nose slightly like a rabbit as Braydon spoke. His words weren't quite true, as Blake could think of plenty of times that Braydon had judged him, usually because of a small green plant that smelt a little too sweet and gave most people a serious case of red eye.. But he guessed that was understandable, right? Braydon wasn't the only person in the world to ever have a few issues when it came to drugs, and so Blake tended to steer clear for his sake, more than anything. Arguments were both effort than they were worth, and the pang of betrayal in Braydon's eyes every time he found out Blake had done it again only ripped a hole in whatever deluded lie Blake had told himself to decide it was okay, because Braydon wouldn't be mad this time.
For a moment, he considered pulling away, but it'd gotten to the point where even he doubted his strength now.He was too weak to do a lot of things, and Braydon had always been stronger than him, always. Struggling back against the grip would only end up embarrassing for him, he decided, and so didn't dare to even try. Instead, he just stared down at the ground, refusing to look Braydon in the eyes as he tried to formulate the words to explain - terrified he'd just get written off as a druggie, or just another cancer patient gone wrong, or maybe even a liar. Jeez. Why couldn't Braydon just trust him for once? Taking a shaky breath, he slowly replied, "there was something in the woods with me, I think. Maybe. I don't know." It was all he managed, but he hoped it was enough. He just wanted to shower, truthfully, and then sleep, if he was even capable of that anymore.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 6, 2015 1:36:45 GMT
"What do you mean like a person?" Braydon asked. Obviously if it was a person the person really bothered because normally Blake was honest with him. Braydon glanced over at Blake. He let go of his wrist and took of the rest of his clothes before stepping in the shower with Blake.
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