RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I push Coby away from me.

"Get the fuck off me." I snap.

How could he dod this to me? Was he really that unsatisfied with everything? Was I really that bad of a boyfriend?

I lift my head from the bowl, nothing left to come up now. I wipe my mouth across the shirt of his I'm wearing. His favourite shirt, it's some small act of revenge.

"What did I do wrong?"

I drop to my knees next to him, so upset now that he can't even have me touch him. Not that I blame him.

"You didn't do anything wrong," I say, bordering on hysterical.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, I was drunk, fucked off and, fucked up. It didn't mean ANYTHING to me."

I can feel tears in my eyes now, but I think better about letting them fall. It won't help my cause one bit.

"Please Brian, you've got to believe me, I didn't even know what I was doing. I DON'T EVER REMEMBER IT!"

I want to believe him, I want to believe him so badly but I can't do it. I can't get over this that easily. I lean against the wall, trying not to cry. I don't want him to see how much he's just hurt me, how he's just completely broken my fucking heart.

"That doesn't excuse any of it!" I snap, "You still went with somebody else!"

I know he was drunk, I saw him last night, I saw how screwed up he was but that was no fucking excuse. He and Tony spend so much time together, how am I supposed to believe this was the first time.

"What do you want me to do Brian?!" I know I shouldn't be getting angry now, but he's yelling and I have the hangover from hell right now.

"I don't remember anything, OK, I'm sorry. I can't tell you what me and Tony did because I don't know. But if it was so important to me, do you really think I'd forget? No. I remembered that I hurt you last night, I remembered that much. That must have meant I cared about that, right?"

I shouldn't be snapping at him right now, but like I said before, "Ouchy hangover."

I see him wincing as I've been yelling at him. I can only imagine this is aggravating his headache.

"Poor Coby, this hurting your head?" I ask, in a sweet, sincere voice.

There's a small movement of acqueiscence. I get up closer to him, staring at him, stony faced.

"GOOD." I yell.

It's childish, it's stupid but I don't give a fuck. I'm not thinking straight. I'm too hurt to care about how immature I'm being. Besides, I'm only 16, it's not as if I'm a particularly mature person anyway.

"If you cared so much, no matter how much shit you'd had, you wouldn't have touched him." I snap back, "Just because you're drunk or stoned, doesn't mean I suddenly don't exist! Doesn't excuse what you did."

"Look Brian, I said I was sorry, what more do you fucking want from me?! I can't change the past!" I yell back at him.

I nurse my head from his screaming at me, moving back a little from him and standing up so he can't yell in my face again.

"If I could, do you really think I want to be here right now?"

"You act as if sorry is supposed to make everything better." I say, my voice calmer now.

I shake my head. I don't know what I'm supposed to do right now. Part of me just wants to pull him into my arms and just hold him until it stops hurting. It'd have to work, he makes everything okay. I don't see another way to feel okay. But right now, I can't even stand to look at him.

"Do you... do you have any kind of feelings for him? Or... him for you and... coz if I'm just the kid in the middle of the great grand romance, I want to know."

"No! No of course not! To me, it's no different to two days ago. He's still my best friend to me, but..."

I bite into my lip and fold my arms over my chest, "He... he did say he's, getting feeling for me."

I jump in with my next point, "but, only when I get angry and... forceful and even you know that that's a rare occasion. But, I don't feel the same."

Despite everything I still trust him completely with that. If he'd wanted to be with Tony, this would have given him the out he needed and he doesn't so I'm okay here. And if Tony's only attracted to him when he's angry, I should be safe as well.

Goddamnit, I'm so confused, I don't know what to do right now. I don't know what to think, to say, to tell him. I just know I can't lose him. I don't think I could handle that.

"Well that's a relief."

I don't really have anything else to say here. I want to tell him we can make it through this - after all, I've been screwed over before and I put up with that, if I leave my boyfriend for doing it, I'm pretty hypocritical.

"I need... I need to think about this, Coby. I mean, I don't want to lose you. Ever. I just... well, I'm pretty fucked off."

I nod in agreement, "OK Honey."

I look at him, just as I sorts himself out a little, I can see the hurt in his eyes. In his face, the same hurt that he had on his face when he told me about his Dad. I bite into my lip.

"Ba-Brian... Angel, do you, want me to go? Give you some time?"

"I don't know." I admit with a laugh, "Part of me wants to get away from you, the rest of me doesn't want to ever let you out of my sights again."

It's so ridiculous, I can't help but laugh. I hate how little I trust him right now. I hate Tony. I hate myself but I don't hate him. Bastard.

"I need to have a shower anyway, so... I'll go. You just focus on getting over your hangover."

I push myself up off the floor on shaky legs, grabbing a towel as I go.

"Oooh, oh OK sweetie," I say as I step out of the bathroom with him.

I don't know whether to hug him, kiss him, or even pat him on the back in a way to say goodbye, even if it is for a little while.

"I'll, see you later," I say as I watch Brian go to leave the house.

I sort of want to give him a goodbye kiss, to reassure him that things will be okay. ~~They have to be okay, I'd die without him.~~ But considering where his mouth last was, I don't think I could handle it without throwing up again.

Instead I just nod at him, "Yeah."

I walk out of our room, not really sure how I'm going to get through the next couple of hours.

I sigh just as the door shuts behind him.

I look at our bed, where I haven't exactly slept with him, or done anything sexual for the last... week. Maybe we have hit a fork in our relationship. I hate to admit that, but it might be true. Maybe it's because I am stressed, or maybe it's just one of us.

"My God, what the hell is going on with me?" I ask myself as I nurse my head again and walk over to our bed.

I take a seat on the bed, resting my head on the pillow and closing my eyes.

"I can smell my Brian."

As I walk down the hallway, I'm desperately fighting the urge to turn back, to walk back to him and hold him and just cry on him. I don't want to have to think things over, I don't want to have to take any time away from him. I just want things to be the way they should be.

I turn back to face our room, trying to decide what I should do. My head and my heart telling me different things. My fists also telling me to go and smash Tony's face in. Or go and take this all out on him but that wouldn't exactly solve anything.

People are brushing past me in the hallway and I'm trying to decide what to do. Goddamnit, why does this have to be so hard?

I toss and turn only a little bit as my eyes start to get really heavy. I am amazed that I am so tired and able to sleep after everything that has happened, but maybe all this nor sleeping has caught up with me.

I nuzzle my head further into my pillow, hugging it closer to me as I think of Brian. I imagine his arms around me, holding me and stroking little circles on my chest.

"Mmmm, Brian..." I smile.

Man, I must be so tired.

Goddamnit.

I push the door to our room open quietly, so as not to disturb my poor, fragile boyfriend. I hate being away from him. I hate this thing. I hate that I can't stay angry at him. I hate that I'm crawling back to him and I haven't even done anything wrong. I hate that I'm smiling over his sleeping form.

And I really hate the fact I'm about to curl up next to him and hold him because I don't want him to have to wake up alone.

I can feel myself falling further and further into the peaceful place they call sleep. I call it escape right now.

I hear the door open and the sound of padding of feet getting closer to me. I want to open my eyes to know who it is. But I don't want to open them because I am afraid it won't be Brian trying to curl up to me.

"Mmmm Brian," I say completely accidentally as I pull the pillow closer to my face.

I can't help but smile to myself, he really does care about me, he really does want me, this Tony thing really was a mistake. I pull my shoes off and lay out on the bed next to him, curling up against him, my arms around his middle, head on his shoulder.

I can dwell on all of this later, right now even I could do with some sleep and there's no better place for me to get that than with my Coby.

"Yeah, it's me." I whisper, as I drop a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

I close my eyes and cuddle up as close to him as I can.

[[Awwww. You can't split 'em up, can you? haha. Erm... what now?]]

[[Nope! Twas either that or Brian confronting Tony which would have confused me. Besides it adds to Brian's character as someone who just wants to feel love no matter what the consequences. It's my character development.]]

[[Justifying it are we? haha. I will think up some ideas while I'm with my parents for something we can do. If I do not fill anything in, I've forgetten because I'm a horrible person.
EDIT: Didn't forget, just can't think of anything apart from some Brody/Corey of some description.]]

[[I just had no ideas about anything, except a new RP idea, haha. Brody/Corey could work. Or maybe start the moving forward, wroking in flashbacks thingy?]]

[[I think flashbacks. Can you think of anything, all I can think of right now is purse prices, haha.]]

[[LoLz. Well if we move forward, maybe have a couple of the couples getting reunion invites or something? Just setting the scenes for the couples of what's going on with them now?]]

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