Would someone like to soap with this plot?
Thread Topic: Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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It's okay cx
Blue's eyes began to water, overwhelmed with all of the emotion he had experienced during the day. It was all very new to him, such a wide variety of emotions. It was like the overwhelming feeling when you hit all of the piano keys at once. He was used to the middle key playing constantly, not all of them. Yes, he was used to his life being a single, long, monotone note.
And then he was bombarded with the opposite. It was chaos. It was unorganized and uncalled for. He disliked it. It was a bitter taste in his mouth. However, with Liam, he was forced to enjoy it. Those notes became his lifeline. As much as he hated his situation, he had to like it, deal with it, accept it.
Blue didn't know how to feel about this, and found himself sobbing quietly to himself. The television was tuned to a soap opera, and he could hear it droning in the background. It was like the ones his mom watched after a long day at work. Perhaps they enjoyed seeing someone's life who was more dramatic than their own. They wanted their reality to look good. But he realized it made his reality look worse. -
Homygawd I'm terrible
After the meals were completed, his mother collected the dishes, sending the males off to do as they pleased. His father went off to his office to complete some work for his job as an interior designer and decorator. He was one of the only ones around the area and made good money doing what he did. People were always satisfied and he did a lovely job of giving everybody what they wanted. Liam, on the other hand, drifted off to the room with Paxton at his side. The two entered the bedroom and the boy closed the door.
Finally.
He flicked his lava lamp on where it was positioned on his desk. The main light was blue, and once the lava was hot enough to move, there would be a beautiful mix of purple, blue, and turquoise. He then crossed over to his fish tank, tapping a few flakes into his hand. He dropped it into the tank for the sweet young sealife bouncing about beyond the glass. Smiling gently, he set it back, sitting on the edge of his bed, sliding his Vans off and falling against the plush mattresoldHe examined the ceiling, made it so that if he closed his eyes he would remember exactly how it looked. He swallowed, adjusting himself so that he was correctly laying along the bed.
He looked around, and soon, he spotted a large box off near the corner. His heart raced. It was most definitely his Uncle Peter's package. He wanted to vomit. Slowly leaving the comfort of his bed, he sat in front of the box. The sixteen year old let his hands rest on the package, his face pulling tightly into a grimace. He ripped the top open. A multitude of different things stared up at him. He wanted to see everything, feel everything. He couldn't. He asked Blue to do it with him. He couldn't betray him.
But then, an idea formed.
He would choose three items at random. Satisfy himself for the moment. -
Is oke
I am/was with my mom all day and we were watching Ahs
Blue frowned a little, officially full of boredom. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, finding that his text from earlier was not from his mother, but Jaune. It was he informing him of his stay in rehab. No text from his mother. Surely she was in the hospital though, right? This idea puzzled and frustrated the blonde boy. So, he text back to Jaune, Where is mom?
Knowing he likely wouldn't receive an answer for a while, he sat up in his bed. Everything was so lonely in here, he noted. There was nothing to do, nothing entertaining. He huffed, laying back down in exhaustion. He quickly fell into a deep sleep, in which the only thing that woke him was the sound of people talking.
Not wanting the others in the room to be aware of his consciousness, the boy quietly unlocked his phone. With a bit of luck, he found it was on silent. Great. He had received a text back from Jaune. I'm not sure, I just know she called the hospital when she got home from work with her decision. Upset now, the boy twisted his expression a little, locking the phone once more. Glancing up, he saw many doctors in long, white labcoats standing in his room.
"What..?" -
Hey I will be on tonight I was sick I'm gg now
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Ooh dun die pls
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heyo
Once they were chosen, Liam set the items down directly in front of him. He proceeded to close the top of the box, scooting back to obtain a better view of the objects. One was a leather journal, a red ribbon sticking out from the top, most likely a bookmark. The one in the middle was a small painting of a wolf staring into the forest. The final object was a tie, royal blue with silver stripes. The teenager pulled his legs up to his chest, first pulling up the tie and squinting his eyes at it. He recognized the article of clothing as the same one his uncle had worn during his wedding. Liam had attended the gathering with a solid black bowtie. When his uncle caught sight of him, he ruffled his hair and explained that a real man ties a regular tie with pride and it must always be in a Windsor knot. For fancier, high scale occasions, a double Windsor.
Liam laughed, setting the tie down onto the floor before pulling up the painting. He ran his fingers along the lines on the slab, peering closer and closer until he could make out small words very lightly scraped into the paint. 'Fear' 'Anger' 'Sadness' 'Hallucinations' 'Delusions' 'Rationality'...etc. These words were obviously associated with the man's condition of schizophrenia. Liam rubbed the painting with his thumbs, gently placing it back down before allowing himself to open the journal.
There were various titles to different poems and short stories his Uncle had written. Liam always thought he was more like his Uncle Peter. They were both artsy, let their minds take them to faraway places and people. He adored that fact. He decided he would read the selections at a later time. As he held the journal close, he felt his eyes wandering back to the tie. It was funny, how his Uncle had been so happy and had cracked jokes and was genuinely normal. The statement about the tie replayed over and over until he started that silent laugh once more. It didn't take long before those laughs turned into tears and sniffles, waterworks running down his cheeks as he pulled his knees close to his chest. -
What's up? Cx
"We're here for your EEG. To prep you for it. You have ten minutes before prep. Feel free to do whatever with that time." The doctors scurried off. Why had they been observing his sleep? Why hadn't they woken him? What were they saying- he swore he heard them talking? The entire event struck him off, but Blue quickly found himself shaking it off and sitting up. He was still quite tired, as per usual. Anytime he woke up he felt groggy for a while. Blue grabbed the earlier notebook, which he had enscribed many journal entries in.
Blue began to write many words that meant a lot to him, or intrigued him. They were as follows. Hollow. Breaking. Maternal. Passion. Fulfillment. Sleepless nights. Too much sleep. Ghosts. Night. Creativity. Blood. Drugs. Groggy. Walking corpse. Each of these words he had a distinguished reason for writing. Hollow and breaking- how he felt for many days on end. Maternal- the way his mother was supposed to feel towards him. Passion and fulfillment- what he felt after he met Liam. Sleepless nights and too much sleep were things he knew too well. He felt like a ghost walking, he felt like a walking corpse. He felt the most creative during the night. He had seen his own blood one two many times. The drugs made him groggy. They all linked together.
But to one looking at them, they would be confused, concerned. They connected to Blue way more than the earlier stated ways. That would take forever to explain to someone, though. They were all components of him, and each connected to one another in one way or another, ever so intricately and perfectly. -
Nothing realllllyyy. You?
did blue and Liam ever exchange numbers
He continued with this emotion, not exactly sure how to stop it. He ran his hands through his hair multiple times, his breathing increasing in speed. It was the end of the day breakdown he'd been anticipating since the other boy had been taken off. His throat was tight with saliva as he allowed his sadness to bleed through. He pulled his attention to his lava lamp, watching the goo inside move in calming, lovely directions. It wasn't enough, he stood, his eyes coming to the first poster he saw. It was of a lion, staring into the distance. His hands reached up and ripped the picture from the wall, throwing the pieces down in fury. He persisted in doing this by next attacking his Hunger Games cast poster, his Babe Ruth memorabilia photo, basically every one he could get his hands on.
He yanked the covers off of his bed, his chest heaving. Then, his bookshelf. Pages locked into bound covers flew against the ground. Into his vision came a view of a ceramic whale he'd won at a raffle. He knocked it from it's place and promptly afterwards, it smashed into pieces against his bedroom floor. This outburst was very uncharacteristic of the male, and within seconds, his father was in his one, his eyes widening in shock at the mess his son had made of the bedroom. The teenager almost immediately snapped out of his fit of rage, staring at the older man with innocence and pure agony. He dropped to the floor in a fit of sobs. His father whispered a few inaudible words, joining his child on the floor. He pulled him close, allowing the boy to cry into his shoulder. -
Just got home XP
I don't.. Think so? Idk they could find each other thru social media ig
Once Blue was finished dwelling on these thoughts, he stood up and head to the bathroom. He sighed a little, he hated hospital bathrooms. He hated the way he looked right now, anyways. His blond hair was in knots, and his eyes sunken with large, dark bags underneath them. His lips were cracked and full of blood, gross. He was extremely pale. Had he looked like this the entire day? He sure hoped not. Blue hoped he had looked better when Liam was there.
He sighed, finishing his business in the bathroom and splashing some water on his face. He whimpered quietly at the sight of himself, again. He felt he looked quite terrible. Was there a shower in this hospital? He doubted it, but he needed one. Blue heaved a few large breaths before heading back to the room.
"Why do I need an EEG anyways? There's no point. I'm already going to a mental hospital. What's the point?" He rambled about this under his breath, but he knew he would say nothing about it to the doctors. -
very smoooooth
oh I was just wonderin B)
Once Liam was finished crying, his dad and himself had a short conversation. The boy would be capable of heading to bed, maybe miss school the next day to go to Blue, and clean the mess at a later time. They shook on it and the man exited the room, closing the door behind him. The teenager pulled himself onto his bed after grabbing some of his covers and pillows from the floor. He went to his closet and changed into pajamas. He slithered into his comforters, placing his cell phone onto the windowsill next to his bed. He curled into the blankets, staring off.
He was exhausted. It took matter of a few minutes for him to begin drifting off. His thoughts were on Blue, the condition he was in, whether or not he was feeling alright. He wished he would have gotten the other male's number. Communication would have been simpler in that sense. He bit down on his lip,sshrugging. -
s--- did I really forget to respond to this? Silly me xX
Blue was quite near to throwing a tantrum when the doctors came back into the room. He was very frustrated at the whole ordeal. Tests, tests, more tests. Couldn't he ever be treated like a human, instead of a lab rat? He pitied lab rats, indeed, especially for when he felt like one. He was treated like an object instead of a living being. Blue wanted to be more than a number, a patient. He wanted to be human again. He didn't want to be forced to go into rehab facilities to figure out what was defective inside of him.
He soon learned that it wasn't he who was defective, it was the world for treating him that way. These were mere thoughts of rage- of course. Blue didn't really hate the world or anything of that matter, but he needed a place to focus his negative energy. Not that it was healthy, but it was all he could afford. The white lab coats- as he liked to thing of them- were staring at him now. "It's time." The female one said, and he merely had to agree, standing up and following them down the hall. -
xD
Liam peered back at the extreme mess he'd made. It bothered him that he'd been capable of causing so much destruction. He pushed his comforters off, standing and beginning to clean what he had caused. He first collected all of the torn, ripped pieces of the posters he'd thrown around. It made him slightly upset that he'd destroyed some of them as the ones like the lion gave him room a comforting character. He was disappointed in himself for blacking out in the manner in which he did. In a way, it reminded him of his uncle and the episodes he would have. He scratched that thought from his head. He was absolutely nothing like his uncle. The male shoved the paper remnants into his solid black trashcan that he kept in the corner of his bedroom.
The teenager sat next to the broken glass that was the whale. He sighed gently, collecting the pieces and setting them in his hand. When he had as many as was possible to hold, he tossed them into the can. When he performed this action, he made his bed so that it looked neat and proper. He leaned by his bookshelf, one by one placing the novels back onto it. Noticing a few cracks in the spines of the books. He clenched his teeth, leaning against the wall when he was finished. He rubbed his temples. He went back to collecting the glass, and as he did so, he felt a sharp pain against the skin of his hand. A breath was sucked in from the space in between his teeth as he lifted his hand to stare at the damage done. The glass had managed to create a relatively small cut, but the piece that had done so was lodged in the muscle.
He pulled the glass from his hand, watching the scarlet red ooze slightly out of the wound. He wondered if that's what people like his Uncle and Blue felt when they hurt themselves. His eyebrows furrowed as he inhaled deeply, heading to his bedroom bathroom and taking a washcloth from the rack above the toilet. He ran his hand under cold water, watching the blood mingle with it. When he was done, he put the washcloth against the cut, exiting the bathroom before sitting down on his bed. He pressed his hand against his knee, the blood leaking against the washcloth. The boy grabbed his phone, clicking into his Instagram app. His profile picture was of himself holding a pet that he used to own, a salt and pepper feline, but he only had about fifteen well taken photos of the wilderness he came across in Montana. He began to scroll through the photos in his feed, trying to take his mind off of the situations at hand. -
Agh. XP
Blue ran his hand along the brick wall as he walked. The walls in this hallway were glaringly white, not as hip as the ones he had experienced before. He supposed they were moving more and more into the core of the hospital; where tests and operations were administered. And as they moved more to the core, this meca of hospitalism, the pungent smell that hospitals usually harbored became more and more obvious. The blood, the metallic, irony smell. That sterile odor that they were so forced to have. Of course, it smelled grossly clean in all of the hospital. But here. Here it was more obvious.
He passed many different rooms. Rooms devoted to cancer studies, the psych ward, the wards devoted to diagnostics and contagious diseases. They even passed a dimly lit hallway that had a sign outside of it that said "Morgue: Staff Only" This made Blue shudder. Dead people. People whom had died within the walls. That could have been him. He could have been resting among the lifeless corpses within the walls. His pupils shrunk, and heart rate began to speed up. This idea. This new idea scared Blue. But why?
Biting his lip, he found many other rooms with large words he didn't know the meaning off. And soon, he was walking down stairs. They had been recently cleaned, that was obvious and no shocker. Blue found this floor was even more brightly lit, which he wasn't very happy about it. Blue and the doctors turned a few corners, and sooner than later he found himself in the EEG room. It was small, cramped. And only one doctor remained with him. The others were in the panel to the side of him, which was blocked by glass. He could see them clearly.
He glanced up to the doctor. It was a different one than the one who had given him his MRI. This one was a young man with blond hair and grass green eyes. He had light freckles on his cheeks and long eyelashes. "It's just an EEG. Nothing to be worried about." The doctor said, and Blue nodded. -
illuminati
When he grew bored and uninterested in the repetitive shoutouts and photos, he exited the application and set his device back in the designated spot it had been in before. He focused on making the bleeding from his hand cease, dabbing at the cut until the cloth was mostly clear. He entered his bathroom once again, tossing the cloth in his hamper and opening the cabinet behind his mirror. The thing he needed came into sight, a tight roll of bandage. He yanked it from its spot, wrapping it around his hand and securing it when he had enough. He yawned heavily, hurrying to his bed when he was prepared to relax completely. He plopped against the plush surface, letting his head sink against his pillow. He decided he would watch a few YouTube videos to tire himself even more.
He grabbed his cell phone, heading into the YouTube application. As he did so, a notification appeared in the bar of his screen. A person on Instagram had decided to follow him, bringing his count up to 432, all of which he'd collected from Vermont, Montana, and family travels to other states. Some were his internet friends, as well. He squinted at the screen, trying to determine who the new follower was. Their name read carrottop33. He clicked into their profile, scrolling through photos until he came across a face, a familiar one, too. Orange hair sat upon their head. Liam rolled his eyes, but now could put a name to the face based off of comments- Wyatt. He shrugged, assuming that the other boy might want to make amends. There was a problem was Liam, always attempting to see the good in anybody. He would give Wyatt a chance, see if he had any plans that were negative, and go from there.
He exited Wyatt's profile, finally going to a new video from jacksfilms in YouTube. It was a jackask, a Q and A for one of Liam's favorite YouTubers. He smiled, watching intently and laughing here and there. As he did so, however, he found himself being flooded with thoughts about Blue and Blue only. His hair, his eyes, his smile, his laugh, if he was okay or not. It was terrifying in am exciting way, that crashing feeling of such an attraction to the other male. He sighed happily. -
What
Triangle
Blue listened to everything the doctor told him. Of course, he didn't say anything he didn't already know. Blue knew plenty about the test. It was an easy test, but he found it a bit of a waste of time. Blue, though, was perfectly grateful that it was a sleep test. He was supposed to be asleep during it; that was after all, the point. It would merely monitor his sleeping patterns. This test was to see if his sleeping disease had worsened. He didn't find any way it would have, but it was procedure, after all.
Blue sighed a little when the doctor walked off. He was all prepped for the test, probes on his head and everything. Now they would monitor him sleep. Of course, it didn't take the hypersomniac long to fall asleep. That didn't mean before his was asleep that his mind wasn't busied with thoughts, though. Unlike most people, Blue's mind had a tendency of shutting off in the middle of important thoughts. When his body was relaxed, his mind followed suit, regardless. The doctors often called it a form of narcolepsy, but they couldn't ever diagnose him. This was due to the fact that during the day he didn't fall asleep randomly. For example, he wouldn't fall asleep randomly during gym class. A narcoleptic could fall asleep while driving; Blue never did that, either. And for that reason, he was able to obtain his learner's permit.
However, although he did have the permit, Blue had no car. Sure, it was a little useless to be able to drive a vehicle without actually owning a vehicle, but it oddly comforted Blue to have the permit. It was like a badge of honor, he thought. The boy was quickly in a deep sleep, his mind were busied with thoughts of his family, specifically his mom and his brother.
Why hasn't she.. Why hadn't she texted him? How come.. How come he only saw her once today? Troubled, the boy's consciousness slipped away.
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