Would someone like to soap with this plot?
Thread Topic: Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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incredibly xC
Liam rubbed his hands together, writing almost in a chicken scratch manner. Ask me anything, then. He was composed enough to the point where he could be questioned about anything and give a full, sincere answer. He pulled his shoes off, dropping them off of the side of the bed and hearing them hit the floor with a satisfying clunk. His black socks covered his size seven feet. He'd remained with his attention on Blue in case he asked him something while he did that action. Missing it would feel entirely too disrespectful.
His head formed various ideas about what kinds of questions Blue would put forth. There were really only two real ways to go about the tricky 'game'. One could be entirely casual, asking about favorite animals and preferred colors. One the other hand, one could immediately dive into the pool of questions pertaining to death, relatives, and things along that matter. Liam would have to answer, no matter what. That was how the game worked. That was how it was played. He didn't cheat.
Bubbles of things he could give to Blue once it was his turn automatically appeared in his head. He wouldn't try to push anything that would make the other uncomfortable or weirded out. He wouldn't say anything that would ruin the bond they had formed all too fast. He would just obtain the answers to things he'd been wondering about. -
Lol sorry I keep getting sidetracked
Blue cracked his knuckles, grinning almost devilishly. His eyes glimmered with many ideas. However, he didn't want to scare or offend Liam. So, he gently said, "What makes you smile?" He had more questions, of course, and that one was kind of broad. However, it was nice and general, and there was no way Liam could get offended. Right?
He was quite nervous. He could easily offend Liam, and Blue had a history of being loose lipped. It wasn't his fault, he was overly excitable and liked to know things about people. He honestly hoped Liam was the same way, or at least similar. Blue was fully ready to dish out some juicy facts about his darker self.
He guessed that's what drove people off. Unlike many people, he embraced his evil and his flaws. And, although insecure, he held his head up for the world to see. Just because you don't like something, doesn't mean you can't flaunt it. That's what he had always thought, anyways. Blue wanted to know little things like that, like the motto he had just stated. He wanted to know Liam's philosophies and desires.
He almost reprimanded himself for getting too exhilarated about something so simple. -
Aye I dont mind x)
Liam cocked his head, squinting with a smirk slapped onto his facial features. He mouthed, 'Well...' as he leaned forward and grasped the pencil. This was a generally simple question to answer, and was much more appealing than the ones that usually were put on the table. He wrote in his original cursive, finding that breaking away from it wasn't enjoyable. He felt that his curly, neat words would make the game simpler to play.
A lot of things make me smile. It's changed as I got older, however. I used to smile at really stupid things. I would smile as a flower when it started to bloom. I'd smile at a bird if it chirped. I'd smile at my mom when she sipped her coffee in the morning. I would just smile for no particular reason. Nowadays, it's different. I smiled a whole lot today, because it's good people like you...
He paused.
The proper wording for what he wished to see was not coming to him.
He bit his lip, and it seemed he'd regained what he wanted.
like you that make me smile. The way you helped me was really kind and that it just bound to make somebody smile. I smile at nature when it looks pretty. I smile when I heat a song I like or when I see a television program that fits my style. I liked that question. And now, Blue, as you started me off on something easy to answer, I shall do the same for you. When you're ready, what is the best thing for you in terms of finding motivation to do things? What really drives you? -
Awkwardly listening to the song I'm named after
As Blue read the paper, he smiled, and even blushed a little. He thought what made him smile was sweet. It warmed his heart a bit. But the question. That question was meant to be easy. But it was difficult for Blue. "Well, to have a motivation, you must first have a goal. And I guess my goal is to overcome the issues I have. And I guess what drives me to do that is so I can stop disappointing people and stop disappointing people and myself. I want to be happy. And that goal, that motivation, is what keeps me alive." Blue never really felt truly motivated in his life. As he had thought about earlier, he had lived his life just getting by. Not under nor overachieving.
Blue smiled a little, glad he actually had something to hang on to. Now that Blue had finished the icebreaker question, he would proceed to dig deeper and deeper into the other boy's soul. "What is the biggest temptation you endure daily?" Blue could name about six of his own off hand, but he figured it would be interesting to step into the other's life.
For a moment, his mind wandered. He was back to freshman year, when he had first played this game with Charlie. Charlie had been really skeptical about Blue's answers, and almost broke off being friends with him. However, they had found they had a lot in common after they continued to play. -
hos--- what song
Liam listened intently, nodding at each thing he agreed with. The philosophy that the other boy held made him less worried about the events that had occurred that day. He saw the Blue did, in fact, want to be alive and well. It sent shockwaves of happiness pulsing throughout his body. He completely agreed with Blue's statement. Hearing the question directed towards him, he grabbed the pencil.
I totally agree with you. That sounds great and like I said, I'm here to help.
If I had to pick the biggest temptation...daily? It's probably thinking too much about things that have happened in the past. Dwelling on the past, I guess. I don't stop thinking about things for a long time after they happen. They bug me. Sometimes, I don't believe what happened. Other times, it's just because the memory or thought comes back to me even when I tell myself that I don't need it in my head.
In his response, he was obviously referencing both his Uncle's death and Marina's vexation towards him lately. Two weeks before arriving where he was now, they had been informed of his uncle's passing due to the same thing that Blue had attempted. Since then, the man and his memory had relentlessly implanted its image into Liam's mind. Half of what he did or saw throughout the day took him back to the man, no matter how hard he tried to fight against it. His face seemed downcast for a moment, but he forced the emotions away with a slight, slight grin.
Marina, too, particularly bothered me. He wanted to explode just letting himself reference her. She didn't deserve a single look back on their old, happy times. And yet there he was, allowing himself doing it over and over and over.
How many times have you tried to do this and why? By 'this', he hoped that Blue was aware of what he was speaking of without having to say it. -
Literal Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac
The only time I liked that song was when it was in AHS
As Blue read Liam's response to his question, he nodded. He understood what it was like to dwell on the past, as he has a ever-growing habit of doing so as well. He often couldn't rid certain things out of his mind, certain fragments of memory would bother him for hours, days, sometimes even weeks. It was painful. And then he read the question he had been asked. This was certainly one he didn't want to answer, and it was one that required a lot of thought and recalling of not-so-great memories.
He put his finger on his lip, closing his eyes for a moment to help his thought process. He collected all of those memories, bringing them to the conscious part of his mind to process them. Blue nodded, opening his eyes once more. "It depends what you mean by trying to die. Self harming would be almost an infinite number," He admitted, "Especially as a kid, around ten or eleven, all the way up to thirteen. For trying- this, about nine times. Every time a slightly different reason. Usually having to do with bullying, our money situation, and how depressed and reliant I felt. At one point I attempted to bleed out to death because I was on a withdrawal from medication. I was around fourteen then."
Blue felt ashamed, more than anything. He was insane. He had been to a mental institution and rehab nine times now, each time after he had attempted to die. Every time he would wind up in the hospital, Rose and his mom waiting for him as he woke up. Each time his mom bawling, and Rose trying to calm both of them down. Rose cried, too, but she did it in secret. She would hide her face in her hands as she looked at him, or would cry at home. She had admitted doing both. He didn't deserve someone as caring as her, he felt. Or someone like Liam, so kind and compassionate. Blue couldn't stop treating himself as a burden- and it was driving him insane.
Okay that was really sad -
Oh nice nice
Suddenly, he felt terrible about suddenly asking such a question without any warning. He wanted to reach forward and hug him and let him know that everything was going work itself out. He couldn't, however. He instead wrote, You will be okay in the end, I promise. Everyone has that moment where they're sitting there and they think leaving the planet would be best. It never is, trust me. It only hurts people. I'm not scolding you. You're allowed to feel that way. I just hope we can all make it better somehow. I'm sorry.
Paxton was bouncing around the room in search of something to amuse himself. Eventually, he realized that there wasn't much to play with in a hospital room. He heard his owner whistle. He hurried over to him and sat as he had been taught to do in the specialist doggy academy. Liam bent down and unzipped a pocket in Paxton's service vest. From this compartment, he pulled a purple, flat chew toy. He tossed it across the room, watching as the dog chased it down and plopped, chewing against the rubber.
Liam returned back to Blue, waiting for a response. He wondered if he had trigger anything. That would hurt him, truly. He was supposed to be there to help, not to hurt. He could feel his back teeth clenching tightly. His eyes kept on the other boy, searching for any signs of new emotions. -
Yes yes
Blue shrugged a little. "It's the past. What can ya do?" Blue liked the past to stay in the past, as there was no real reason to mourn it. Deciding to give Liam a darker question, Blue proceeded to ask, "What is your biggest regret?" Unlike most people, Blue wasn't afraid to tread on sensitive ground. He could be a little insensitive in that regard, but he liked to show people he cared by afterwards consoling them.
The question he had asked was an easy question for Blue. Currently, it was what he had done hours earlier. And although he couldn't remember much of he morning, due to the fogginess his mind was enduring and how tired he was, he was convinced he had attempted to die. He just hoped rehab would help this time, if he was forced to go. The chances of him getting out of it surely were slim.
'Stop thinking about that, Blue.' He told himself. 'Make yourself at least somewhat decent for him. That's hard to do, but you can f---ing manage it.' He glanced at the time again. 2:00. He had quietly wondered why Rose decided to leave so quickly. Her work didn't start until 4:00. Of course, he knew she liked to put in extra hours, but that was a bit overboard for one day. 'She probably needed to clear her mind, she's like me. She feels emotions quite vividly.' Blue thought. -
Ugh I'm really sorry I am out shopping with my mom
Liam shrugged, nodding to what Blue stated. To the question, he could feel himself tense up. He knew what the truth was and would always be. His left hand raised to the back of his neck and he rubbed at it for some time. When a minute or so had ticked away on the clock, he picked up the pencil, writing his response at the pace of a snail. Now, it was his turn to reveal personal information. He was okay with doing it even though Blue was still a relatively new friend. The events of the day and the game, however, aided him in knowing who Blue was as a person.
Eventually, he felt the pencil drop. My biggest regret is not being able to be there for my uncle for selfish reasons. He had schizophrenia, and pretty bad, too. He was home and so was I. I wanted to hang out with this girl Marina, and he begged me over and over to stay and I told him I didn't want to and left anyway. With that illness, he said stuff like that all the time. He usually didnt act on his feelings and whatnot. So I left. I was out for about four hours. I come home to an ambulance and a police car and I'm sitting there being told I can't go inside, something happened. I knew what it was. I wasn't there to stop him. That will always be my biggest regret.
Each letter had been a struggle for him to put down. Each gave another pinch to his heart and his body. He wanted to be brave, however, and decided to remain looking at Blue, letting himself open up. He ran a hand through his own hair, clenching his teeth once more. -
Is oke I with friend
Blue pushed his glasses up as he read the words. They were extremely personal, yes. And he was quite grateful for Liam trusting him with such information. "Wow," he said, rolling his neck. "I'm so sorry. But there's no way you could have known." Blue lifted his own hand and put it on the other's, trying to do so in a reassuring manner. He looked into his eyes, scanning them for emotion. Of course, there was no lack. Blue could understand, anyways, that wasn't an easy thing to go through. To lose someone. Luckily, he had never lost anyone to a mental illness of any sort. But he knew how fatal schizophrenia was, he had read countless articles about it.
The boy was somewhat saddened by that story, and it showed in his body language. He was frowning, and his eyes looked as if they were automatically saddened when he read that story. 'damn,' he thought, 'he's been through so much. How does he function? How is he sane?' Blue had been through much less, and was hardly sane. He admired how stable Liam seemed, and how open he was about this. -
halloo friend
Liam peered down at the hand on top of his own, his trademark smile reappearing on his face. Butterflies promptly began to flutter inside of jis stomach, beating at the walls of his abdomen and creating a nervous, lovely feeling. Blue, for some reason, did wondeers to keep him level and allowed him to remain happy for the moment. He stared into his eyes. 'Thank you' he mouthed, using his other hand to scribble down his next question, What do words like love and fate mean to you? He deemed this personal in a better kind of light. He was interested in what the boy may respond.
Once he was finished with the pencil, he kept his eyes glued to the other. He didn't want to look away, he didn't feel he should. This level of knowing each other made it seem as though they'd known each other for months, not hours. It almost wanted to laugh at how incredibly crazy it was to even think about it. His head danced around the idea that he was 'in love' and that he'd found the person, he just didn't know it yet. His teeth latched onto the inside of his bottom lip, another habit he had when he was twisted up like he was. He didn't want to move his hand, but he was unsure whether or not it was proper etiquette to leave it there.
He would wait, see what Blue did until he made any decisions. -
We're watching an movie hehe
Blue lifted up his hand, turning the notebook up to read it. 'What do those words mean to me?' His face turned a pale pink, and he cocked his head a little bit. "I never used to believe in love.. But I do think, now, anyways, that it could exist and you have no hand in it. It just kind of.. Happens. Randomly." He smiled widely, looking into Liam's light blue eyes with his own dark ones. "Fate is merely the combination of someone's actions, but there's no way to change it. You don't get do overs, so you can't change your fate." Blue told him this out of pure honesty.
Love. Love. Love. Is that what he was feeling? No, it couldn't be. In love, someone got hurt. He didn't want to love. But if he couldn't have a hand in it, maybe it wouldn't be so bad? You can't control love, he figured. You couldn't change not force it. So maybe, after all, that was the attraction he was feeling towards Liam.
He remembered the first time he thought he had "loved" someone. It was so similar yet so vastly different. It was in eighth grade, with a girl named Anna. She was a small, thin redhead who was quite shy. She was into gaming, like he was, and they hung out a lot. Blue confessed his "feelings" and she said she didn't feel the same way, she had "loved" someone else. Of course, later he had found out that what he was feeling towards her was a different type of love, a fondness. Like the kind he felt towards Rose. And he found the type of love he felt towards Liam was vastly different from what he felt for Rose or Anna. -
ohhh what movie
Don't kill me shorty response
Liam seemed excited by this and his hands flew together. He was more so beaming at this point, nodding vigorously. He'd been anticipating an upsetting or melancholy response, and so the one he received instead made him overjoyed. It was refreshing to hear such an understanding, down to earth reply. He let his hands drop as he'd done so many times, gazing fondly across to Blue. His face was pink and returning to it's original color as he grew calmer and calmer.
For himself, love was always about the person who made you feel like the stars were Christmas lights strung just for you. Love was about the person who made you feel as though anything could be yours. Love was about the person who pulled and manipulated your stomach to the point of being so flustered that you could barely look at them. Love was intense, in Liam's opinion. It was endearing. It was beautiful.
He wondered if Blue would agree with any of that. -
The cutting room lol
Is okay
Blue then continued to ask, "Have you ever been in love? What did it feel like?" This was personal, but fascinating. Blue's eyes gleamed with excitement for an answer. Personally, Blue could almost say he was in love right now. He knew the different types of love and how to differentiate them, but this. This was a burning red passion like he had never felt before. It was fast paced and suffocating, overwhelming and exhilarating. However, it was blissful and enjoyable. Like a roller coaster on a steaming hot day. Oh, how long he had waited to feel this way.
Blue had grown up with stories and fairytales that advertised true love and romance. He grew up with stories of "Prince Charming". As a teenager, he had always viewed them as miserable lies to make him feel worse about his situation- knowing he would never love or be loved. But now, he saw the light. And that light was sitting across from him.
The boy just wanted to curl up with the other, surrouding him in his own obnoxiously long arms. Oh, how hard that urge was to resist. -
oh what is it ._.
Liam immediately answered, Admittedly, I've never been in a relationship. I think I have an idea of what love is supposed to feel like, though. Next to this, he doodled a tiny smiley face in order to bring the light mood even brighter. He absolutely loved 'talking' to Blue and asking each other questions. It was enjoyable and made him feel even better about the other male. He wanted to reach forward and give him a long, warm, beautiful hug. He wanted to make him feel like his own idea of love.
He couldn't help but imagine what was going through the other boy's mind. If Liam was what he saw when he tapped into his thoughts, he felt that would be something out of all the stories that were told as a small child. It would be like his parents, the way the fell for each other as though they absolutely had to. It would be like all he movies that ended with the characters living together forever on a farm.
He was ahead of himself. He had only met Blue that morning. To be letting these ridiculous ideas race and race was foolish, childish even. He told himself that just because his father had fallen within the first sight of his mother, he couldn't have. It wasn't... natural.
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