Soap with me?
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Thread Topic: Soap with me?
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((I'm so honored that you asked me oh my gawd ;3; I'd love to be in your wedding dear I'll put it in my calander~))
"Y-you- you took her home-" Brandon grabbed his pillow, sitting up and throwing it at Magnus. "You b------! You lying b------!" He screamed, jumping off of the couch and stomping to his bedroom, shutting the door. This was what he'd been worried about. That Magnus really had only said all that stuff because he was in the hospital. He buried himself into his bed, pulling the blanket over his head and crying into his pillow like a devastated teenage girl.
Kimberly felt a bit awkward. "Uhm... I'm sorry, I didn't know..." -
(Hehe. :3 I'm glad~~)
Magnus yelped as he was hit with the pillow. He rubbed his face, sighing. "Oh, I'll.. I'll do something about it. You should probably go. We have a phone you can use to call up a friend unless you want me to drive you home." His chest hurt from hearing Brandon yell at him. He hadn't lied, he hadn't done too much with the girl. In fact, he had actually been able to restrain himself last night. He was almost proud of himself for that- however, he felt like he had done something terribly wrong. -
"I'll call a friend, you can deal with him.."
Brandon was sobbing, all of the happy contentness he'd felt yesterday completely gone. When he opened his eyes, he stopped crying. There was another flashback, another thing to upset him. He was standing, in his full military army uniform, on yellow dirt, when out of nowhere, there was a piercing pain in hisshoulder. He screamed- both in his flashback and real life.
Kimberly almost dropped the phone, looking Magnus in shock. "Is he okay?" -
Magnus ignored her, running over to Brandon's door. He opened it, slamming it shut behind him. He was at Brandon's side in the blink of an eye. "Brandon, it's okay, don't worry.." He sat beside him, pulling the blanket off of his head. He wasn't sure whether Brandon was going to be okay with him being in the same room. But he knew he was innocent, and he knew that he loved Brandon more than the world. He pulling his friend into his chest, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."
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Kimberly stared after him for a minute, then just sighed, continuing on with her phone call to her friend.
Brandon's eyes went wide. In his own head, the arms around him that should have been comforting were choking him, because they weren't Magnus' arms at all. He raised his hands, digging his nails into Magnus' sides and dragging them down to try and get him to let go. "Let go, let go," he begged, crying and sobbing. -
He held back a scream as nails pierced his skin through his shirt. His eyes wide, he released Brandon from his caring grasp and pinned his wrists down. "Bran, baby, look into my eyes. I'm not t-trying to hurt you. Look at me. Listen to me. I'm sorry it seemed like I was trying to replace you.. Brandon, I got too drunk. It was a stupid mistake.. Don't leave me right after I got you back!"
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Brandon met eyes with Magnus, and in the back of his head, he knew he was alright. But the pain persisted, and he kept crying. "B-but you're hurting me, Magnus, it hurts..." He cried, squinting his eyes shut.
By then, Kimberly had already went to wait on the front porch for her friend. -
"How am I hurting you, Bran? What's wrong?" Magnus gently rested his forehead on Brandon's, closing his eyes. "I know you probably won't trust me after this, but I have something important to tell you. You know how I'm a virgin, right? I didn't f--- that chick because in my heart I knew I had to wait for you.." He opened his eyes, smiling. "I don't plan to f--- someone I don't like. And I really want to be with you, Bran."
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Brandon quieted, sniffling. He wasn't sure if he could really believe Magnus this time. "You're lying. You- you probably did have sex with her. You don't even really love me, do you?"
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"No, I'm not. I didn't, Bran. If we were to do it right now, I'd be totally inexperienced and freaking out about it.." Magnus moved his head up, kissing the other boy's forehead. "I told you before, I love you more than anything. I want to be with you, I want to be yours.. I wouldn't lie to you."
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Brandon whimpered, trying to wiggle his wrists away from Magnus' grasp. "How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth? Did you even take a cab home? No, you didn't even care enough to think of your own safety, you just wanted to take that girl home and-..." He stopped upon the kiss to his forehead. "I really want to believe you, Magnus, but I don't know..."
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Magnus bit his lip. He didn't know how to prove- "What can I do to make you believe me? I'll do anything you want, just name it." There. He was going to do his best for Brandon, just like he had when Brandon was "ill". "If I can't do what you ask, you can decide my fate."
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Brandon sniffled, too much smaller than Magnus to pull his hands away. "I don't know..." He murmured, wanting to shrink into the bed and turn to dust. "Wh-what can you do? You brought home a girl."
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He released Brandon's hands, slipping away from him. Instead of responding, he left the room to go into the living room. He made a small fort out of blankets and chairs, starting to cry.
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((Psh is that how that sentence would work? 'Too much smaller' or would it be something else?))
Brandon stayed on the bed, drying his tears on his blanket before he gave up, sliding out of the bed and still holding the blanket over his shoulders. He did what usually came to mind when he was really upset but didn't want to be. There was a clear bucket against the wall, filled with small green soldier figures. He dumped it out with his foot, letting the men scatter around the wood floors. He sat down, starting to arrange them how he wanted.
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