Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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It does
And now I'm finishing my drawing
So much color
Blue grabbed the other's hand and walked him out. "Want to text your father to find where he is?" He asked, as soon as they were outside the cafe. "If you don't have your phone you can have mine." As if on cue, his phone buzzed in his pocket. His anxieties were immediately calmed. It was his mother, he knew, without looking at it. She was likely texting him that she was on her way to the hospital and her shift had ended. However, even if it was his mother, why'd she wait twenty minutes? Perhaps she went out with her coworkers.. But while her son was in the hospital? That idea bothered Blue.
Blue sighed quietly as he glanced around, trying to remember his way to the room. Oh, right. It was simple. Down the hall and take a turn. He stood outside the cafe, waiting for Liam to answer him before they started moving again.
Liam. Liam, Liam, Liam. The boy frowned more. What exactly was their relationship, and how did it come about so quickly? For some reason, this was bothering Blue. He could just enjoy the bliss, but Blue was worried about definitions of all things. -
YAY COLOR MAKES EVERYTHING BETTTTEEEERRRR
Also I don't remember what I called his uncle so I think I said peter but idk its peter
Liam nodded, pulling his cellular device from his pocket and heading into the strand of messages between his father and himself. He peered down at it, blinking in surprise.
Great news, bud. Mama said that the stuff from Uncle Peter was at the house. I guess they made it so that it'd arrive the next day or something. Meet me at the front entrance at 5:25. Mama made vegetarian chicken patties and steak fries like we used to eat. See you soon, kiddo. He replied that he'd received and understood the message. He slid the phone back into his pocket, squeezing Blue's hand. He was once again saddened by the fact that he would have to leave in a little less than an hour, but he didn't let bother him too much. He wanted to absorb the remaining time he had with the other.
At that point, he just wanted to return to the room and spend the last bit of time in peace. He bobbed his head forward to signify that he was prepared to leave whenever Blue wanted. He was a bit happy at the choice of meal his mother had made. It was another one of his favorites. He secretly wished that she'd already set them out for their first family dinner in their new home. It would help Liam prepare for the night he was going to have. Now, the fact thathis uncle's things had arrived complicated matters. He desired opening them with Blue, so he decided he would wait until they could do it together. -
True
and that's okay I don't remember either
Blue sighed quietly, swinging their interlocked hands gently as they head back to the room. He stepped lightly on the floor, consciously trying not to make much noise with his naturally clunky shoes. He could be quite self conscious about himself making too much noise, so naturally he stayed as quiet as possible. Blue blinked a few times, still scanning the route to make sure they were going the right way. So far, so good.
Blue was sad his "friend" had to leave so soon, but turned his head from staring at the ground and shot him a warm smile. He was happy, however, at the time they spent together. He was content with how close they had grown, even if he didn't know exactly how close. Even if he didn't know the exact definition. At this point, he didn't care, he couldn't. Instead of thinking, now, he would enjoy the time they had together.
They walked down the halls in peace and silence for a while, and Blue was perfectly fine with it. He was happy to be with Liam, with his head on the other boy's shorter shoulder. -
okay good xD
Liam decided he'd inform Blue of his Uncle Peter's belongings when he was assured that he would not be bound to a hospital bed to rehabilitation center. He rubbed underneath one of the eyes, yawning heavily and giving a tiny shake of the head. The boy licked at his lips for a moment, he could feel his child-like sleepiness beckoning him to take a nap. He would wait. Sleeping when he could be spending time with Blue would be a ridiculous idea. There was no point in a nap when he would be heading to bed not too soon after heading home.
Paxton also seemed rather exhausted, letting out a squeaky yawn of his own, plodding around with the two boys. The canine itched at his ears and neck and they continued along. His tongue hung happily out of his mouth. Things were peaceful for the moment, so that made the creature's job easier for him. Liam spared him a glance every now and again, but the silent strolling was rather enjoyable for the boy, never being one to care for extravagant events.
He recalled the only time he'd ever attempting attending a school dance. Marina had coerced him into escorting her to the underclassmen dance back in Montana. His father had aided him in dressing rather sharp in a jet black suit with red accents. It would be a lie to say that Liam didn't look rather ravishing in fancy clothing. He left with Marina and her mother and was dropped off at the school. After doing what was asked of him, the boy was abandoned by the female so that she would be capable of dancing with her friends. Liam was all alone. He searched for friendly faces, maybe those he could spend time with and be accepted by. When he failed in doing so, he seated himself at a table for two and waited for the time to pass by. The loud music and obnoxious students made him uncomfortable and long for his bedroom.
With Blue, he knew he would never be forced into doing anything like that. He smiled at the boy's head on his shoulder, his eyes bright. -
Ye ye
Still have no idea what's going to happen to blue
Authors be like.. To I be an a--hole or to I be an angel.. Hmm.
Blue said nothing as they walked back. He liked it silent. He needed to think, can't ways. His silent thoughts meant more to him than anything he was possible of saying out loud at the moment. Not that he didn't want to communicate with Liam. But they were both quite tired, and Blue still had a day ahead of him. He needed to think. Prepare. Accept. Worry, even. If he did bad on his MRI it would seal his fate. If he did bad on his EEG it might seal his face. Everything was out of his control, he realized. His fate rest in others and on the tests he was being administered. He couldn't control his surroundings.
And that was the worse feeling ever. It was like the world was spinning so fast Blue fell, and was being rocked around the Earth at thousands of miles per hour speeds. And every time he tried grabbing onto something, he failed. All he could do was hope to avoid obstacles, hope to avoid the ocean or a mountain. Or anything sharp. It felt so hopeless; there were so many ways it could go wrong. And Blue was a pessimist in these situations; he was losing all hope.
He could already incision himself in a lonely room, with not even a pen or paper. All he would know was daily medication, group therapy, and lunch. All he would know was being inspected day to day to make sure he had nothing on him dangerous. All he would know was having to strip down in front of inspectors- the most embarrassing, dehumanizing thing ever- to show he hadn't damaged any part of himself. All he would know was a rare shower, which would only last about seven minutes, and be supervised by a nurse.
This wasn't his first time on this ride. He had known these things many times before. He had known the dark blue jumpsuits, he had known the gross food and the rare human interaction. The god awful therapy. The supervised showers. Every time he was on this ride, though, it was a different place. So small differences occurred, indeed. But very small, usually. Very trivial. It wasn't worth fighting his fate, anymore. There was no escape. -
holy s--- poor blue
Liam squeezed the other boy's hand again, wanting to let him know everything would be alright no matter what string of events life decided to pull together. His cheeks were a light tint of pink, something that usually occurred when he was warm. This time, around, however, it was the type of blush that one could find on themselves once they had romantic feelings bouncing around all inside of him. That what was going on. There was no way he would be able to admit that that was the reason, but by him knowing why, it helped him see how much he liked Blue so fast.
His stomach, though it had been filled with food just a short bit before, was thinking about the signature vegetarian chicken patties his mother made. Her steak fries were fantastic and we usually something that he would help her cook. As he was so meticulous, the potatoes he cut would always appear to be chopped like they would be in a restaurant. He smiled at the fact, wishing he'd been home to help the woman who brought him into the world. His head turned, peering at Blue in an interested fashion. -
That paragraph came from one heartbreaking book and a friends account
You're welcome
Blue glanced up to Liam when he squeezed his hand, gazing into the other boy's eyes with a hint of love in them. No, more like adoration. That was more like it. Blue adored the other boy, and wanted to spend every minute possible with him. He wanted to go swimming with the mute boy, go hiking, go to dances with him, go shopping with him. Of course, space was warranted. But Blue wanted to keep Liam close to him, with a fear of losing him. He was still denying the large portion of him who had fallen in love with the other boy so quickly. He didn't think it was possible to do so.
He grinned gently, thinking of doing more and more with the boy. His face matched Liam's in the fact it was a light pink. He wasn't excited for the rest of his own day, but hope Liam had positive things to "say" about him once he returned home. He hoped Liam wasn't scared, but rather, intruiged by himself. It was rare a friend stuck around after they found out the trivial details that weren't so trivial. The fact he was constantly depressed, the fact that he was a hypersomniac and had a history of attempting suicide. No, no. People usually left after they learned that. -
hawt damn :s
Liam raised a finger up, gently touching the other boy on his nose. Promptly after doing so, he smiled, chuckling in the silent manner of his. He, too, noticed the shade of the other boy's face and found it to be mainly adorable. He turned his head away, biting on the corner of his lip and keeping his attention on the floor's tiles. He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, his mind being swarmed with thoughts about Blue and only Blue. It was all the things he could see doing with him. Signing off his poems, or if Blue didn't learn the language, he could read them. Sitting around the campfire as they roasted marshmallows. Taking long strolls through the powerful place known as nature.
It was lovely to think about. He rubbed one foot against the other, suddenly very shy. It was as though staring at Blue for too long created this feeling of complete crashing. The feelings were so strong, he couldn't avoid it. Of course, he couldn't address it just yet. The other boy was at a low point, and causing him to focus on something so powerful may damage the progress of other areas. He suddenly wanted to let go of the boy's hand, but he couldn't. Instead, he held tighter.
Paxton padded ahead of them, his little butt shaking as he did so. He was aware that they were close to the room. -
That persons not my friend anymore tho :/
Blue was practically clinging to Liam. He was all he needed, really. He was all he wanted. Blue didn't want to deal with his mom or his siblings or his doctors. He just wanted to be with Liam and only Liam. He didn't really understand it. How or why he felt this way. He hardly understood what he was feeling. Blue nibbled his lip at the thought, flipping his hair to pull it out of his face. He hadn't realized he was still wearing the large frames around his eyes called glasses until then, either. He pushed those up his nose, as well.
'It's so nice to see clearly.' He thought, being able to make our little patterns of white lines in the linoleum on the ground. He could see the flecks of dust he had missed before. He could see the small scuffs on his shoes that needed to be cleaned. Even better, Blue could see Liam much more clearly- physically, anyways. He could see the pores in his skin, the small freckles he had on his cheeks. With every look, Blue fell more and more into adoration.
What was this he was feeling? He couldn't stop stressing about it. He was in the hospital. Why was this the first thing on his mind? Out of all things he could be worried about: missing school, going to rehab, therapy, medicine, his MRI tests, the EEG he would take later- he was worried about Liam. Did Liam feel his way towards him, as well? Or was Blue further pushing him away? -
im sorry x(
When they came to the door that opened into Blue's room, Liam broke off. He opened the door for the other, bowing slightly with his goofy expression. This was something he'd done with Marina on a countless amount of occasions. She'd always got a kick out of it, she used to say it reminded her of the black and white movies from the old days. This was what compelled Liam to do it. If she had enjoyed it souch, he assumed that Blue would find it amusing. He also wanted to make the boy feel as joyful as possible, so performing small actions like that were a must.
Paxton, as though he was apart of the act, bounced to Liam's feet, sitting and staring up at Blue after tilting his head. His tongue still stuck out from his mouth, his expression pure puppy joy. The sixteen year old remained in a stoic, serious position, eyeing Blue down as though he was a proper Englishman. He could feel his stomach doing the turns, the turns, the turns. It was hard not to pay attention to.
He knew time was running out for that day. All of his worries sat at the bottom, waiting to be regurgitated as soon as possible. He had to stay composed, he knew it wouldn't be wise to be upset in front of Blue. He would wait, like he told himself a thousand times that he would. -
It was my choice
Blue chuckled a little at Liam holding the door open for him. The emotionless expression he was using, it was attractive in an odd way. Not that Liam wasn't already attractive- oh, he was. He was hot. The thought of calling him such made Blue a little flustered, but it was all in truth. There wasn't a hint of imperfection on Liam's face, nor his body. And that wasn't the only thing Blue loved about Liam. He loved how expressive he was, the way he held his own hand, the way he wrote and communicated. The way he cared and got so attached so quickly. What wasn't to love about the selfless, compassionate boy? Now, that would be the better question to Blue.
However, Blue remained realistic. Everyone had their negatives. No one was perfect. He was sure there was something undiscovered about the boy whom had held the door open for him that made him imperfect. He wasn't sure yet, though. All he knew about was in his own case and his friends' case. For example, Blue could be too selfish or too talkative. He could be too nosy. In the same way, Rose was too passive and too shy. She bottled her emotions and often had to see a therapist to release them. However, this made Rose, Rose in his eyes. He didn't want her any other way, and he was sure Liam would be the same. -
what happened :(
Liam, once Blue and Paxtom was inside, closed the door behind them all. He took a seat on the chair near the bed, letting Paxton pull himself next to him. He pet the the dog in between the ears, pushing him to his side rather than have to feel the pressure of having him on top of him. He was beginning to grow exasperated with the dog's constant need to be attached to him. Liam loved Paxton, sure, but himself and his mind was on other things, other people. Blue was the reason he was so preoccupied. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to have him for when he did his business at home, to hold onto and be told everything was going to be okay.
He had to stop doing that, letting his mind wander back to the situation at hand. His eyes focused themselves on Blue, eyeing him up and down, reminding him of all the little details he'd come to like so greatly over the short day. The deafening screams of his thoughts were begging for attention, but he wouldn't allow them to control him at all. He was in control. He said who could bother him at what time. Marina and his uncle could bother him at home. Not, absolutely not, in front of Blue. He wondered what they could do for the last forty minutes of their times together. Perhaps a few more questions? Perhaps a separate game of some sort? -
Long story. She would just keep saying awful things to people even after the argument was finished (I did too but I stopped after getting yelled at by a principal)
Blue grinned a little to Liam. He was giddy, happier than he had been in years. He had thought about his happiness over and over and over. However, it never made sense to him. He dwelled on it and dwelled on it. He was stumped. Blue tapped his chin for a moment. "What shall we do.. What shall we do.." He mumbled, not meaning for Liam to hear, but he realized after he had mumbled it was quite loud enough for Liam to do so.
After he had realized this, he looked to Liam expectantly. He handed him the pen and paper from earlier. He wanted Liam to choose what to do now. Blue had chosen last time, and was still quite tired. His mind wasn't properly functioning, and he wanted to keep that as secret as possible. Blue pursed his lips together, looking into the boy's light eyes. They were like ice mixed with blue food coloring- truly a sight to see. Anyone who didn't get the chance to see them was truly missing out. Honestly.
Blue stopped thinking about Liam for merely a split second, realizing he still had a text. This thought was forgotten in a mere minute, he didn't feel like glancing at his phone as it was. -
hey at least you stopped
I'm sorry though :(
Liam held the stare for a few seconds, shrugging unsurely. His eyebrows knitted together as he fished for something, anything that they could do. His legs crossed subconsciously as he did so, something that usually occurred in situations like so. He gripped the pen tightly, hesitantly bringing it down to the page. I'm not really sure..I want to say to leave it up to you, but you probably asked for the purpose of me picking. :P I don't really know, but my old friend Marina and I used to play charades because it worked for me. Can't talk anyway. He visibly cringed very slightly as he put that bit down, remembering Marina's taunting text from earlier. Or my Uncle and I used to play Pictionary because it was funny to do. Or watch game shows on the TV and see if we were any better than the contestants?
For two reasons, he felt silly. For one, he felt as though he was putting too many answers forth, unable to make up his mind. On the other hand, he felt as though he was letting his personal feelings leak into his time. He'd mentioned Marina and his Uncle Peter in the same splurb. It was pathetic, in a sense, that he couldn't even keep himself leveled to the point of filtering them out. He didn't mind, however, as nothing was suspicious about what he actually said. It only seemed like innocent memories and suggestions. He was more so just angered with himself for breaking his inner promises.
He exposed the notebook page to Blue, hoping dearly that he enjoyed at least one of the options listed. -
It's okay ^.^
Blue sighed for a moment, an idea hitting his mind shortly after. He grinned a little. "Hey, I have the monopoly app on my phone, want to play that?" The light haired boy tilted his head, exposing his strawberry roots for a moment. His smile was never fading while with the mute boy. Things just got better and better for him. "I mean, it's not the most entertaining game ever, and it lasts forever, but it should be interesting." Blue shrugged a little, glancing back to the white hospital bed sheets. He was still disgusted by the bed, but said or thought nothing of it. Instead, he viewed the time on top of the bed as mere bonding time between the two of them.
For some reason, he believed Monopoly would be an interesting game to play with Liam. It's not like the game functioned on communication, but communication was a part of it. He silently vowed to try the game as "Silent monopoly" where he would force himself to be completely silent, forcing himself to communicate through body language. He wouldn't stick to this. Blue was a social, theatrical being. Try to hold that in and the sixteen year old might explode. His vocal cords were the central of his personality. He wasn't like Liam, sadly. He wasn't colorful without talking- in fact, he was quite boring silent. Blue couldn't use body language or anything of the like. He relied on his voice- which was an odd thought for Blue.
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