NICE LITTLE MxM SOAP HERE
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Of course not ;)
Garrett violently wiped at his sweat, adjusting himself so that he could begin to come to a stand. He first put himself on his knees, rubbing his stomach tenderly until he could find the courage to attempt to erect his body. Clumsily, he managed, his eyes finding the boy from his new position. His eyes were rather wide of a level of astonishment, his arms guarding himself like they were some form of shining metal armor. He seemed like he might cry for a moment, but the appearance of that easily disappeared. Instead, his face was pulled into a tight frown, his left leg just barely touching the ground. He was experiencing a flare up of pain sustained from his injury at just the perfect moment. He spoke nothing of it, in fact planting his foot tightly in order to avoid any questions.
"I already told you," he started, "That my name is Garrett." The boy looked away, rubbing his neck in anxiety. "And if you so badly want to help, and you absolutely won't leave me alone, you can help. You don't seem like the type to take no for an answer." He regained focus on the other boy's eyes. "You can help under one condition....Tell me your name." The corners of his lips twitched for a millisecond before fading once more. "And no, I feel awful. But it's whatever." He pressed against his lip gingerly, wiping away anything else that might have been there. He let a forced smile appear on his face to try and prove that he was 'alright' for the most part. Maybe that would convince the boy to leave him alone. But he'd already given consent for help and he didn't see the other heading off anytime soon. -
JUST BUMPING THIS SO IT'S NOT ALL THE WAY DOWN no rush to respond lovie
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Sorry its short I just can't concentrate any more right now.)
R'lyeh watched him a little awkward with the trembling male underneath him, he wasn't the kind of person to enjoy a trembling person underneath him and even if he was he would not enjoy this. He listened to his talk and laughed lightly, "Right." He said hitting his hand against his temple, "Garrett, but you did change it on me, you were originally Harp." He said trying to make a joke but not succeeding in the slightest, "I'm R'lyeh but you don't spell it anywhere close to how to sounds, so you probably shouldn't try to spell it anytime soon." He wasn't quite sure on how to respond so words started tumbling out of his mouth, " Better or worse then a leech sucking you off?" He realized the it was a stupid thing to say but he didn't care in the slightest(lie) because he had said worse and more awkward things then that before and probably would with in the next few minuets too.
He heard his phone ring over where his stuff was but didn't move to answer it. -
(It okay my friend not everything has to be all long)
The teenager uncrossed his arms, allowing them to hang loosely at his side, his ears focusing much more than he actually wanted. He would have complimented the other's name, finding it relatively interesting, but he did not find enough energy in himself to pursue the conversation. Upon hearing the joke pertaining to the leech, his face scrunched up in utter anger and frustration. It appeared as though he may yell, begin a long, disgusted rant outline by intense fervor. But fortunately for him, he easily calmed down, instead only shaking his head disappointedly. His head was pounding, and he yearned to place his head down and sleep. He wanted to take a shower, allow himself to calm down completely. Maybe he could kick back and watch a new, hip flick. Perhaps he could just be normal.
[ISure.[/I] Normal was not a word that was engraved in the dictionary of Garrett. Normal would never be something that he would fully obtain, never be close to touching with his fingertips. He grunted at the thought, looking to R'lyeh with squinted eyes and pink cheeks. "Can we leave? Maybe you can walk me home, er..or something so you don't have to worry. I'm ready to change and whatever." -
bumppppp~
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Thanks~~~
Lol you know what ive always wanted to do. Like on here I mean
R'lyeh nodded slightly, "Sure, I'll get my stuff..." He said slowly and turned and went back over to where his stuff was and threw in all back in his bag half-assed. He took out his phone and saw a missed call and texts all from his sister, he looked at the message that read.
Hey asshat, where the hell are you? Practice is done get your sorry ass over here.
Oh nevermind
Getting a ride
Take your time dumb---
Mom's got the night off suprise
He wasn't sure if the surprise was for them or that she had it off work but but he just shrugged and threw the bag over his shoulder and looked back over at Garret, "Which way?" He asked -
No problemo friendlie
What have you always wanted to do?
Garrett observed the other's actions, attempting to find a moment in which he would have been capable of making a run for it. Turn in the opposite direction, and ride free into the sunset. It would all be a wasted effort, he supposed, as eventually the R'lyeh would be capable of discovering his whereabouts. Perhaps that was an effect of the onset of paranoia that accompanied coming off of whatever his dealer had supplied him with? Maybe, by some stroke of luck, running away would fix everything. He would continue to live life as he fully wished to, and he could bid farewell to the boy who'd just happened to come across him at the most opportune moment. He sighed, realizing how absolutely ridiculous his train of thought was. He rolled his neck, a series of cracks sounding, as he pointed to the left of a trail. "You literally just go left, straight for god knows how f---in' long, and then left, and then we're home! Yay!" His voice was dripping with awful sarcasm as he began to briskly walk in the direction he previously stated. -
I've wanted to do a 3 person rom soap. Is that odd? Like I kinda feel like it is but I wantto try one.
R'lyeh followed after the boy but not before rolling his eyes, " Hey don't drown." He said under his breath, "who me? Yes you, don't be dumb. I'm high. No s---, here I'll help you not die. Okay I'm going to agree but I'm going to be a sarcastic f---ing twat the whole time. Oh okay thanks for the warning." He huffed and rolled his eyes again, "Dumbas. Hmmm. Nothing. Hmmmm. Your annoying as s---." He said gradually getting louder til there wasn't a point in him starting in a quiet voice, "Brooding sarcastic f---~" he sung with a small laugh. He jumped up and then smirked a bit. Once he hit the ground he sped up in his next few steps and leaped wrapping one arm around the boys shoulder and the other one around his waist, " Just let me Loooove yoooou~". He sung in a whisper with a little something extra thrown in there, and tugged slightly on the boys ear with his teeth and kissed his cheek and jumped away before he could be hit or swatted at. -
Ohhhh like a love triangle???
The teenager padded along the ground, his head hanging low in absolute upset and distress. The last place he wished to be was home. He knew he would receive a multitude of disapproving stares and biting remarks from his father. It was inevitable. His home was more of a shelter during the night, no hint of love noticeable in the space. It disgusted him, really, that he had to live like that. Guilt bubbled in his stomach. Perhaps if you'd be smart enough to land properly, you wouldn't be in this position. He laughed quietly at himself, his ears listening in on the other's boy's words. They were biting, cruel mutterings that left a hint of anger floating through the air. Garrett swallowed heavily, jumping slightly when the boy took hold of him. When he was met with the semi-promiscuous action, he attempted to swing, finding himself hitting nothing but air as the boy was already out of arm's reach. He shook his head, returning to his previous state as he continued to walk, glancing to see that the other was still with him every now and again. A thin film of tears found themselves over his eyes, but none of them spilled over as he walked. -
... no...
Omg I have an idea and I want to do it I just don't want to hurt R'lyeh like that!
R'lyeh smiled slightly when he saw the other swing, he looked down at the phone and told his sister he'd be a while, to which he was greeted with language the devil would be shocked could be used so casually. He rolled his eyes and put his phone in his pocket, he looked at the male's back following him like a lost little puppy. He looked at his face catching a somewhat glassy look in his eyes, a part of him, a really small but loud part was already kicking him telling him not to, but the larger, equally loud part that always won was telling him to open his big mouth. He slid by the boy careful not to touch him, once he was in front he turned around, walking backwards for a few second before he stopped and held out his hands to stop him. He looked up at him and tilted his head a bit, silently asking the question he wasn't sure was going to be answered. -
like just 3 person love my dude? explain yaself
WHO IS GONNA DIE jk what's the idea my friend
His only wish was to arrive home, retreat to his bedroom, change into his pajamas, and fall against his covers in order to be greeted by a sweet, loving sleep. His day had managed to fall apart at the stitches that he had meticulously placed, partly due to the fact that he was stupid enough to get high, in the park, on a day in which somebody such as the boy was capable of stopping him. He angrily huffed when he was suddenly stopped once again, his feet shuffling in a way that nearly made him trip. He grunted unhappily, peering into the other boy's eyes for a moment before looking away. He desperately attempted to calm himself down, to level his breathing, make the tears go away. The waterworks were still threatening to spill over, something he wouldn't want in front of a complete stranger. One tear finally managed to walk down his cheek, which he wiped away right away. "I'm good," he said, obviously lying. He side-stepped the boy, walking forward in hopes that the other would give it a rest. -
.. is it not self-explanatory...? Lol sorry forget I said something
I was thinking like what if his dad came home and he couldn't keep his mouth shut because... R'lyeh and shoves or punches got thrown around and he hit something off something and it did some damage... Not a good idea? Or too much issues in the soap already? Cause I was thinking it would turn into a 'I have to help you cause you can still do something w your life' sort of thing...
This is going to be short cause I'm getting antsy
R'lyeh watched him carefully, watched through him obviously trying to clear his mind and refused to say anything, why, because he got really awkward when people cried and didn't want to throw him off the cliff... With a bus... Because he ran into him with it. He closed his eyes resisting a groan when he was bluntly and lamely lied to. He took a short breath and turned aroud. He grabbed the bottom on the boys sweater and when he was pulled started to walk, he dug his heels into the ground with each step walking but making it hard for him, resistance. He did this with ease, not caring how frustrated or angry the male got because if he wasn't crying it was all good... Among other things of course... Totaly wasnt the only reason the make was doing this. -
no i get it's a 3 person romance but i was wondering if there was another layer to it xD
garrett's dad does this, correct? and do you mean like...now r'lyeh has a problem, and of course garrett already does, so it's an "I-help-you-you-help-me" thing?
He swiped away all of the other tears that found themselves on his cheeks, angry with himself for even allowing them to exit the ducts at all. Upon trying to walk and being greeted with a set of inherently exasperating actions performed by the other male, he clenched his fists as well as his jaw. He ceased his walking, turning to the other male in one swift motion, lips pulled back to reveal a menacing grin. "Very f---ing," his head grew closer, his eyes squinting in an intimidating fashion, "funny." He was now more infuriated than anything, and so he returned to walking, realizing that his house was coming up on the left. He let out a sigh of relief, ready to bid the other a bittersweet farewell. -
Kind of... Like how do you mean?
No like um... Earlier in R'lyehs sheet said his dad left and tried to hint at him being abusive. So like what if he came back and R'lyeh opened his beautiful big mouth and got in trouble and ended up getting it or pushed or whatever and was like paralyzed or blinded and then like instead of him just wanting to help Garrett because he wanted to he did because he now feels useless, like he can't do anything and Garrett can... Does that make sense?
R'lyeh didn't really notice the rising anger in the male too much until he turned around, causing him to flinch back harshly expecting a hit to come for a brief second before straightening out like it didn't happen. He blinked, unfazed by the rest of the male's actions. He let a small smirk come off his lips before hiding it again. He groaned and jogged after him and grabbed on to his arm, "Garrett, I want to help you, sure, I'm annoying, I have a big mouth and I'm going to flirt with you from time to time but that doesn't change the fact that I just want to help you. You. Are. More . Then. This. You are not your addiction, because that's all it is, an addiction. I can and I will help you past this and if you reject my offer now in going to get a lot more annoying then holding on to your sweater while you walking." He paused before his freewilled mouth spoke up again, "Seriously, dude, you looked like I kicked your puppy." -
not sure what i mean really xD
ohhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh that would be fine, and that would teach garrett not to be such a s---head. would that happen soon or later on in the soap? when they're more connected and such?
Garrett stopped once again, crossing his arms in a very guarded way, as if holding that particular position would prevent the other from touching him. His voice began to slowly utter the string of words, shaky, even though he attempted to hide the wavering. "I don't think you can talk. You don't get it. You never will, unless you feel like you need it like...I feel like I need it. You don't get to talk until you feel ex-act-ly how I feel. Trust me, I'd love to feel all peppy and, and excited, and even just a little happy without them. But I need them. And I would love help. I just don't see how you can help. I'm sorry. I really wish you could help. But I don't see how you can." His speech was very sincere, coming the bottom of his very doubtful heart. His eyes scanned the boy in front of him, wondering just what his response might be.
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