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Post by travis bellemonte on Jun 1, 2011 23:28:07 GMT -5
After getting Tobey's voicemail four times in a row, Travis decided it was time to give up. He wasn't sure why he was even trying to call Tobey; he knew that Tobey was out with his brother Sully skateboarding. He'd even come over to his run down apartment anad told him he was going to go skateboarding with Sully, even though it was almost eleven at night. He didn't fully understand this logic or what exactly it was that possessed the two brothers to go out and do this, but he didn't question it. Much, anyway. He'd tried his best to talk Tobey into staying; the whole hand tugging and whining and staring up at him with wide dark eyes and hoping he would win. It hadn't worked, sadly, and Tobey had left him warning him to make sure whatever hoes he brought over to the apartment were gone by the time he got back. As if. Once Tobey had left Travis to his thoughts and own activities, he'd found nothing really to do on his own. It was honestly kind of a sad thing, really. Twenty six years old and he had nothing to do. For once he had decided against actually going down to the club; it wasn't as if he were the only person that worked at the bar, they would be fine without him. He did it often enough, just not showing up, calling his co-manager and staying holed up in the apartment with Tobey most nights, watching movies or going out or whatever they happened to do those nights. Many of the nights that Travis had opted to not go to work ended up with him and Tobey spending countless nights and days doing whatever came up between them, mostly whatever Tobey wanted. He honestly would do whatever it was that he suggested, more due to the fact that he often could not ever be bothered to actually think of what to do. He rarely ever could think of what he would do with himself whenever he was on his own; outside of working and spending time with Tobey, Travis rarely did much of anything other than bug Taylor when he could.
Hoever, the night went on, mindless television shows that he really wasn't even paying much of any attention to went on with their lame plotlines and bad acting, and he drank his way through three bottles of whiskey before he spent a few hours staring off at the bright television screen in front of him. He had no idea why he was even still bothering; television for the most part, bored Travis. He couldn't pay attention enough to a half hour television program, let alone any movies. Tobey was a lucky bastard in the fact that Travis would do his best to let his attention span hold out for the hour and a half or two hours they would sit curled up on the couch. Though no promises were held; usually he would do his best to distract Tobey from the movie, too, and most of the time it worked out rather well. However, without Tobey sitting by his side curled up into him, well, Travis just couldn't pay attention. He was an easily bored person in general, and when something couldn't hold his attention, it was almost too easy for his mind to wander to the utmost randomest of ideas. He would've gone to Taylor, bothered him, gone to see Quinn like he did on most days when he was on his own and had nothing to do, but seeing as the hours drew closer to the unthinkable hours where no one in their right mind would go out, he'd decided against it.
Somewhere along the line, he must've fallen asleep. Hearing the apartment door opening suddenly, he jolted slightly, blinking rapidly and turning his head around to glance towards the door. Seeing Tobey, he blinked a few more times to try and get the sleep out of his eyes, an exhausted half smirk on his face as he looked at Tobey through heavy lidded eyes. “New rule. If you're showing up here in the middle of the night, you knock instead of giving me heart attacks. Sound great, eh?” Swining his legs over the edge of the couch and sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair as he yawned. “What time is it....” As he stretched his arms above his head casually, he glanced at Tobey, looking him up and down for a minute, laughing slightly. “Did you get into a fight or something while you were out? You look beat up as hell, mate..” Yawning mid-sentences, he leaned back into the couch, propping his feet up onto the end table in front of him, nodding his head towards the open spot on the couch next to him, an open invitation to sit down.
charzie/tobey c: - 818 words - it's short but i like most of it? c: blame sherlock holmes for the shortness ~
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Post by TOBIAS HENSLEY on Jun 2, 2011 15:52:25 GMT -5
skateboarding at eleven at night probably was a bad idea in the first place, but doing it when you’d smoked far much more weed than your body could handle probably only added to the stupidity of the entire action. it had almost become a sort of ritual, a tradition that tobey and his twin brother sully had started up years ago. all tobey could really remember was their first time skateboarding whilst under the influence had ended up in them, both getting pretty badly injured and their parents being unmistakably furious, both because of the drugs and alcohol they had ingested, and the fact they were skateboarding in a busy city in the middle of the night. if anything though, it had only spurred them to carry on doing it, and it had continued for years. tobey was nineteen now, but it didn’t really stop him, it sounded like a fucking incredible idea, even before he’d started smoking his joints. it was about two, maybe three in the morning now and they’d just finished for the night, mostly because they could barely stand up. it wasn’t as if this was the worst shape tobey had ever been in, but it was definitely the worst he’d looked in quite a while. he couldn’t really feel it though, the mixture of adrenaline and weed in his bloodstream was keeping him fairly happy as he walked down the darkened streets, humming tunelessly. he was dripping wet, his clothes were soaked and stained with mud and ridiculously cold. he was shivering stupidly ,but even that couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, and every single inch of his body protested every single time he moved and he was bleeding in about five different areas and his jeans were ripped and his hands were grazed, and he had mud smudged across his face and clumped in his sopping hair, and he wasn’t entirely sure where he was walking to until he realised the streets were only familiar because he was trekking the familiar, well trodden path to travis’ apartment.
he wasn't entirely sure why he went straight to travis' house, only it was a much better alternative than going home. plus, he was dripping wet and he wasn't even sure how, and his entire body felt bruised and battered and he was bleeding. it didn't hurt too entirely bad yet due to the weed still in his system, but when he caught sight of his reflection in a nearby puddle even he could put together the realisation that his parents would be furious to see him in this sort of state. and he felt bad, slightly, because he hadn't seen travis for most of the day, barring the few short minutes he'd spent around travis' house before his whole escapade with sully. it didn't really occur to him that travis might be at work, or might be asleep, or might really have taken up tobey's offer to call a hooker round whilst tobey went off skateboarding with his brother - it just seemed like a good idea to trek around the darkened streets at about three in the morning sopping wet and cold and muddy looking as if he'd been beaten up a good few times. he finally found the house though, after wandering around long enough for the adrenaline rush to wear off slightly and for his entire body to hurt whenever he thought about moving it. he tested the door, fumbling for a few seconds before being able to open it, and glancing up as travis stirred and sat up. he smiled wildly for a second, before realising it hurt far too much to move his mouth. he was pretty sure his lip was split because it started bleeding again and no matter how hard he rubbed at it, it didn't really seem to stop. he splashed a little when he walked over to travis, his clothes drenched and heavy and sodden and he was really wet and cold and everything was just about starting to hurt.
he rested his elbows up on the back of the couch, standing on his tip toes slightly to raise his head above travis' and pull a stupid face at him, 'surprise!’ he said in a soft voice, widening his eyes as he tipped forwards even more so over travis’, before adding, ‘ heart attacks are fun. unless. unless you die,' he said with some difficulty, 'it's like um. i don't know. late! or... or early. depends on which way you look at it i guess.' he slumped against the back of the couch, humming tunelessly under his breath before catching travis' next question. 'oh um well.. i can't remember. i don't think so. uhm. i can’t remember much though so,’ he said, nodding slightly before adding, ‘i think maybe, yeah, i got into a fight with a wall. or... or a car.’ he glanced over as travis nodded his head at the empty space next to travis, before shaking his head, only stopping when it seemed like he was about to fall over. he dug his fingers tighter into the arms of the chair before explaining, ‘i think i’d make your couch wet. not sexual wet,’ he added hastily, skewing his mouth to the side and wincing. his entire face felt bruised and battered and all he wanted to do was lie down because he wasn’t sure if he could stay upright for very long, but instead he just expanded, ‘just.. like water wet.’ he laughed stupidly, maybe just a little too loudly in the silence of the apartment, before dipping his head again and saying slowly, ‘i think i might.. might stay here though. s’safer here,’ he elaborated. ‘and you’re nice.’ he really wanted another joint, despite the fact there was still a lot of it running through his system and he felt kind of spacey and floaty and out of it. he just wanted to sit on travis and curl up into him and kiss him or maybe just fall asleep right there and then and never get up.
[/justify] rini as travis <3 – 1015 words – lkjsdf this is so precious already k :3[/size][/center]
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Post by travis bellemonte on Jun 18, 2011 1:03:31 GMT -5
Waking up to Tobey's head some point above his was definitely an interesting way to wake up. He wasn't necessarily complaining, but his heart rate was going at an unbelievable pace for a few seconds before he calmed down. It was late, he could feel it; his body clock just seemed to be yelling at Travis to go lie back down and close his eyes and go back to sleep, which was odd enough because as a night club owner he was supposed to be used to staying up at odd hours until he finally managed to crawl into bed. On his days off however it seemed all he wanted to do was sleep, which was actually completely and totally fine with him. As Tobey looked down at him, it took him a few seconds to actually take in what eh was saying. He was honestly just wondering how the hell he had fallen asleep without locking the door, which happened on so many occasions he was wondering why he was surprised he did that. It was a weekly occurrence at least; he would leave it open mostly for whenever he knew Tobey would be coming over, which would be at least once a day, most of the time more. He didn't really do it accidentally though; he was normally good about locking his door. When you live in the run down apartments on the other side of the city you had a lot to worry about by leaving your apartment doors open. Personally Travis wasn't fond to being potentially murdered. It wasn't a nice picture in his mind. Rolling his eyes as Tobey talked, Travis already got some sort of idea of the shape Tobey was in with just what, and how, he was saying. “Yeah, I don't need to die. Twenty six, beauty years, man. Can't kill me yet.” Scratching the top of his head in a dreary manner as Tobey stayed at some point behind him, he turned himself around on the couch as far as he could, looking him over as Tobey explained, or rather, didn't explain. Sighing, he stood up slowly, yawning into the back of his hand as he looked Tobey up and down. The way he looked surely made it seem like he'd been in a bar fight that he was clearly not really matched for. As Tobey turned down sitting on the couch, all Travis could do was smirk slightly as he talked. He said some of the best things when eh was high, and though Travis wasn't condoning Tobey using drugs, he had to admit that everything he said was just funnier when he was.
“My couch will be fine... Uum... no, hold on.” Turning around and maneuvering his way around the end table and into his room down the hall, he dug out a pair of pants and a t-shirt that already looked a little too big for him. But it would work. Heading back into the living room, all he did was toss the pants and shirt onto the couch before going into the kitchen area in one fluid movement. “Change your clothes. Don't need you getting sick either.” Pouring some water into a pot to make some tea, he just looked over at Tobey, sleep blurring his vision slightly. “You can stay here however long you want. Till morning, even. Just uhm.. do your folks know you're out here?” Travis knew that Tobey's parents weren't necessarily his biggest fans. Sure, they liked him when Tobey was six and Travis could keep the big kids from beating on him and stuff like that, but as they got older, Tobey's parents liked treating Travis like he was the bad influence on their son's life, which was sort of hilarious in some weird way, but eh, what could he do, right?
Minutes passed quickly while he busied himself making tea the way that he knew how to make it. He rarely drank it, to be completely honest, but it was the only thing he could really make right then and there. Grocery shopping was another thing on the long list of things he needed to do but actually never remembered to do because he couldn't be bothered to. As he glanced back up at Tobey once more, he skewed his mouth to the side before he walked over to one of the cabinets, reaching in and pulling out a first aid kit. He had told himself time and time again he wouldn't ever need it, and all he had to do was just toss the damn thing out, but he was glad he didn't, because hey, look at that, it came in handy. Setting down the cups of tea on the end table before he moved to sit down on the couch, he kept the first aid kit in his hands as he looked at Tobey. “God just sit down here, man. You look like a wreck... ” Normally, he would've been amused by it. Travis knew that Tobey and Sully liked this, going out in the random hours of the night and skateboarding, more often than not adding their own spin on things with the drug or drink of their choice. But the fact that he actually kind of looked really beat up right now, well, that kind of killed his mood. “Let me clean you up a bit?” Idly he tapped the first aid kit underneath his fingers, watching Tobey rather patiently. Well, as patiently as he could, because he knew one way or another he was getting him cleaned up. He didn't like blood on his couch.
charzie/tobey c: - 945 words - i kind of like it? c: i love them tho <3
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Post by TOBIAS HENSLEY on Jun 19, 2011 14:48:05 GMT -5
tobey wasn’t sure why he’d immediately gone to travis’. he had contemplated sleeping by the roadside at one point where he’d swayed and nearly pitched right over onto the pavement but he’d managed to catch his balance, only to realise he had been instinctively making his way to travis’ house. he wasn’t sure why, but travis seemed to be his safe place, the one place he knew he could always go to without having to worry about anything. travis seemed to be one of the only constants in his life – they’d been dating for three years now, and christ it was a long time considering they’d started dating when tobey was only sixteen, but he really loved travis. it didn’t seem to matter that tobey was nineteen and travis was twenty six, or that they were both guys which his parents deemed morally wrong and offensive. tobey couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else, couldn’t imagine curling up on someone else in the evening or leaning up on his tiptoes to kiss someone else or intertwining his fingers with someone else’s. ‘you don’t need any more beauty years’ he reasoned, ‘i think you’re beautiful already! though... though you’re too tall,’ he added, a slight whine in his throat as he pouted petulantly at travis, ‘for christmas, you should shrink a few inches! that’d make me really happy,’ he proclaimed with a wide smile, only faltering slightly when the movement caused his lip to bleed once more. ‘ow,’ he said kind of dumbly, rubbing at the blood dripping down his chin with his sleeve, brows furrowing vaguely. he glanced up as travis stood up, tilting his chin upwards so he could look travis in the face and waving slowly at him.
he watched as travis left the room and hummed loudly along to some sort of tune impatiently whilst the waited for him to return. he hoped travis wasn’t just going to leave him there and would actually come back, but after a few seconds had passed, tobey called out hesitantly, ‘you are coming back.. right? don’t... i’m sorry i got water on your carpet!’ he added as an afterthought, glancing down at the damp carpet unsurely. luckily it seemed travis wasn’t too entirely mad because he returned in the next couple of seconds, throwing a pile of clothes onto the sofa. ‘i can’t get sick,’ tobey proclaimed, smiling up at travis proudly, ‘i’m...i’m kind of super. super human! i’m like.. you know the fantastic four? we could be the... uh... terrific two? they could make a film about us...’ he carried on talking, his voice falling quieter with each word until it trailed off into silence. he widened his eyes exaggeratedly in horror as travis mentioned his parents, ‘no way! my parents would... they’d do something bad okay? if they knew about.. about this.’ he pulled a face, shifting haphazardly from foot to foot in an antsy manner, just about managing to keep his balance as he did so. ‘we got arrested once. sully and i, okay. my parents were so mad,’ he whispered confidentially, only he wasn’t really whispering at all, ‘like so so mad.’ he mimed what was supposedly their reactions, gesturing wildly before suddenly stopping, ‘so i just told them uh. something else. it’s a secret though! you can’t tell!’ he was happy though. he liked travis’ apartment much more than his own house and he really didn’t fancy trying to explain to his parents why he looked like he’d been beaten up by a six foot bodybuilder. as travis moved into the kitchen, tobey grabbed the clothes travis had laid out for him and awkwardly squirmed out of his dripping clothes as he did so. in his attempt to step into the pant legs he fell over once, jarring his bruised side and then nearly slipped over in the puddle he’d left when he tried to clamber up. eventually, though, he managed to pull travis’ clothes on and steadied himself against the couch.
travis’ clothes were far too big for tobey but they were warm and dry so made a huge improvement from his other clothes. he curled up a little in them, trying to warm up and attempting to remember how exactly he had gotten soaked in the first place. the entire night was more of a blur than anything else, with faint glimpses of either him or sully laughing stupidly or falling off of their skateboards. he hitched the pants up a little, taking the moment to admire the ugly bruises littering his hips and side offhandedly before travis returned to the living room, carrying mugs of tea as he did so. tobey compliantly moved to sit down on the couch as travis spoke, very nearly tripping over the legs of his pants – which were far too long for him, making the ends trail on the ground – and stumbling, grabbing onto the arm of the chair as he finally managed to sit down, muffling his laughs with his hands because they seemed far too loud to his ears in the relative quiet of travis’ apartment. now the adrenaline was ebbing away and he was starting to feel the pain from his entire body, but he was still too out of it to realise or mind about this. ‘i think i’ve shrunk,’ he said absentmindedly in a small voice, nodding until the room began to spin and he ended up having to stop himself, pulling a face, ‘cause... cause these clothes don’t really fit me. maybe like.. cause i was wet, things shrink in the wash..right?’ he scrunched his face up in confusion before travis spoke again, ‘i’m pretty sure i’m clean.. i..uh. i had a shower this morning....yesterday morning.. i dunno. either way i like put deodorant on and everything!’ he shuffled a little closer to travis until their knees bumped gently together, and smiled brightly up at him, ‘i promise, okay?’ glancing at the cup of tea on the table, h made a vague grabbing motion at the cup before deciding it was too far away for him to reach out and get, his face falling slightly as he stretched his arms out anyway.
[/justify] rini as travis <3 – 1030 words – i wrote this in the car but im pretty proud of it ok c: [/size][/center]
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Post by travis bellemonte on Jun 28, 2011 1:29:13 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at the words coming out of Tobey's mouth, he smirked slightly in his direction. Sometimes, when Tobey was under the influence, half of what came out of his mouth was purely entertaining. That might have been why he never really ever stopped Tobey was smoking his joints or anything. It was amusing to him. Sure, it wasn't exactly good doing that because, well, the one obvious reason was that his health or whatever was at risk and that wasn't a good thing but that was the last thing on Travis' mind, because the incoherent words that Tobey said or the things that he did or the messes that he got into were entertaining in one way or another, at least to travis. “Hey, my height is fine, thank you. Not my fault you're short. Grow a little, eh?” Tilting his head slightly at the blood on Tobey's chin, Travis sighed as he stood up. He wasn't sure why he was still too surprised about this; he knew that Tobey and Sully would actually do this on a sort of regular basis. Meaning that, whenever this happened, Travis wasn't surprised and wouldn't put up a fight to talk Tobey out of it. It was like a sibling thing for them, he figured, thus why he never tagged along or anything. That was why he had been stuck in his apartment for the night, falling asleep to crappy black and white movies.
“I am coming back, let the tea get ready....” Glancing at the kettle briefly, he rolled his eyes, waving a hand somewhere in Tobey's general direction. “My carpet doesn't hate you..” But just in case, he tossed a few spare clothes over to Tobey, if not for the safety of his carpet but for Tobey's health as well. Dripping clothes only meant getting sick and that was something he didn't want Tobey to get. It was honestly sort of entertaining to most, confusing to Travis why how he cared so much about one. This was the annoying neighbor kid who had followed Travis around everywhere growing up, and now he he was as one of Travis' best friends, and his boyfriend. It was different and odd but Travis never once complained about it. Well, except maybe once the first time where along the line when they had started dating, but that was another story. “Yeah, yeah, super human. If you were a super human would you be beat up as you are right now?” As he went back into the kitchen to go finish and busy himself with the tea, he sighed out loud, letting it fall over the few seconds of silence that fell between them during the breaks between Tobey's words. “All right, all right! I won't tell your parents... though I don't know how you'll hide it because when you do go back you'll look like you were trying to beat a champion wrestler or something...”
The clothes were pretty big on him, as Travis knew. Tobe was tiny compared to him. Height wise and weight wise. His clothes seemed to just hang off of his body, and not even lying it was sort of an attractive thing, really. Taking a sip of his tea before he placed the cup on the table in front of him, he laughed slightly as he talked. “I might still be growing, that could be it... you're not that small.” Reaching for his tea again and taking a slow sip, he raised an eyebrow as he looked at Tobey. “Mostly clothes shrink when wet... I don't think it works on people... unless you're a witch that melts in water or something...” Honestly, he had no idea where this conversation was going. Many of the conversations he had with Tobey when Tobey wasn't his -right state of mind- just confused him and sort of made him tired, if he was completely ho nest. Forget the fact that it was probably almost three in the morning and here they were drinking tea and talking about shrinking in the wash. Watching Tobey reach for his mug for a few seconds before admitting defeat, Travis let out a low laugh, he reached forward, grabbing the cup of tea and handing it over to Tobey, placing it in his outstretched arms. “Man you need to sleep off this high of yours soon... i'm just saying.” It was entertaining for only so long, he hated to admit. Right now he was just too tired to even bother with dealing with it. Right now it seemed like a beautiful idea to just curl back up on the couch and go back to sleep like he had been just a half hour ago. “Tell me you're tired... can I go back to getting some of that beauty sleep soon?” Fighting a yawn, he blinked at Tobey, his blue eyes roaming over Tobey's face before taking in his appearance in Travis' clothes, Travis realizing slowly just how small Tobey really seemed to look in his clothes. It was weird. It was a good weird.
charzie/tobey c: - 856 words - aw i hate this C:
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Post by TOBIAS HENSLEY on Jun 30, 2011 15:57:52 GMT -5
tobey was pretty sure that smoking weed was one of the best decisions he had ever made. the weird guy in the back of his music class when he was sixteen had rolled him his first joint and instructed him not to breathe in too much on his first go and tobey had tried to follow his instructions as best he could whilst coughing stupidly, his eyes watering and his throat itching, but after a few hesitant drags he’d been sold. especially now, when everything seemed brighter and softer and all around nicer. he laughed at travis, attempting to muffle his laughter with his hands and rubbing at his reddened eyes at the same time, swaying unsteadily on the spot before managing to catch himself, ‘shhhhhhh! shhhh i’m super big.’ he watched as travis stood up, having to tilt his head to look up at his face before adding absentmindedly, ‘you’re really great, you know? like, if this was the range of greatness,’ he added, stretching his arms as wide as they could go either side of him, ‘you’d max it out!’ tobey wasn’t sure what he preferred, skateboarding with sully in the dead of the night or ending up coming home to travis at the end of it all, because travis’ home felt much more like home than the place where tobey lived, it seemed these nights just involved his two favourite people in the entire world and as he stood there, dripping and bruised and beaten up, he felt a sort of warm feeling spreading through his chest.
he made a vague whining noise in the back of his throat as travis left him to go into the kitchen after throwing a heap of clothes down in front of tobey. tobey was sort of cold and far too wet but it also seemed far too much effort to get out of his wet, muddy clothes and into travis’ ones. he ran his fingers through his damp hair idly, rubbing at the dirt before pulling the clothes on mostly successfully. he was still wet but he didn’t mind as he waited idly for travis to return. sometimes he thought maybe it was weird that he spent so much time with a guy six years older than him who probably still got irritated with tobey being his lap dog as he had thirteen years ago. tobey glanced doubtfully into the kitchen, biting down on his lip before it was too late to realise that might hurt far too much. hissing slightly, he stopped digging his teeth into his lip ad instead glanced down at his feet. he hoped travis wasn’t going to leave him. he didn’t really know what he’d do without travis, both in this situation and in life in general, to be completely honest. he brightened up as travis returned into the room and he realised he could breathe a sigh of relief because travis hadn’t left, ‘hey i’m super okay? you should’ve seen the other guy... or... whatever it was,’ he said, scrunching his nose up slightly. it hurt his face but his face was hurting no matter what he did with it, so it didn’t faze him too much. ‘it will probably have all disappeared by the time i wake up. like magic,’ he added with a nod. ‘then everything will be solved and great!’
[/b] he glanced up as travis walked back into the kitchen again, face falling as his eyes wandered around the room. tobey liked travis’ clothes because they smelt of travis. surreptitiously, he managed to duck his head a little and bring the material of the t-shirt up enough to bury his nose in it for a couple of seconds and drag the smell all the way down to the very bottom of his lungs. there was something about the way travis smelled that was kind of homely, so naturally travis that it seemed to make the world feel a little warmer and a little smaller than it had been before, and it was this safe feeling that tobey clung onto as he pressed his face up against the soft fabric. it was an awkward manoeuvre but it was certainly worth it, even as he feigned nonchalance and wobbled slightly on his feet as travis returned. travis’ clothes were really nice and comfy as well. they were far too big and tobey kept having to hitch them up to stop the trousers legs from trailing on the ground as he made his unsteady way over to the sofa and collapsed down against the worn couch cushions, staring up at the ceiling. ‘you’re still growing?’ he repeated slowly, widening his eyes as he glanced over at travis, ‘what if you... what if you burst through the roof? then when it rained you’d have squishy carpet because it’d be all wet.’ he glanced up at the ceiling again nervously before elaborating, ‘cause there’d be a hole.’ he hummed tunelessly for a couple of seconds, shifting slightly and huddling further into the clothes travis had lent him before shaking his head, ‘you never know. i don’t think i’m a witch though. witches are girls.’ he scrunched his nose up before turning to look properly at travis. he was really amazing, even when that thought was the only one tobey had been able to concentrate on for more than five seconds. travis was great. really great. and he had a nice laugh, even when tobey was sort of suspicious that travis was laughing at him. it didn’t really matter though, because travis had handed him his tea and although it was far too hot and stung his lip when he sipped at it tentatively, it flooded warmth through his hands, and he was really feeling quite alright, sitting on travis’ comfy couch in travis’ clothes sitting next to travis. he could get used to this, and maybe he had. ‘hey, you’re such a liar,’ he said in astonishment, ‘you said you’d clean me up and now you’re... you’re like... wimping out of it! my entire life is a lie.’ he pulled a face, before cuddling closer to travis anyway and dripping tea all over himself in the process. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] rini as travis <3 – 1030 words – this is ok~ c:[/size][/center]
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Post by travis bellemonte on Jul 5, 2011 15:18:10 GMT -5
Sometimes Travis just got so amused with the conversations that passed between them whenever Tobey showed up to his apartment just plain gone. Most of the time they were like this, stupid and pointless and Travis just didn't know what to make of them. He enjoyed them though, there was no doubt about it. Sure, he should've responsible and a good role model or whatever and not encourage it, but it was necessarily like he kept telling Tobey to get his weed and smoke it on an almost regular basis or anything. He just didn't make that big effort to tell him he needed to knock it off. Maybe that was another one of the reasons on the long list of things that Tobey's parents hated about him. He always wondered what else was on that list, because Travis was sure he hadn't done too many things in his years of knowing Tobey's parents to make them all of a sudden drop any liking they had for him, but it was safer to just stay a distance away. Rolling his eyes down at Tobey who was looking up at him, he just laughed as he went on . “Oh yeah, because that's how people rate each other nowadays. By how wide your arms go.” Pulling his arms up just to push Tobey's arms down back to his side, he just looked down at Tobey for a second before he made his way back into the kitchen. He was growing used to this routine where Tobey would come to his house at odd hours of the morning and bum around at his apartment until he decided to go home. It wasn't like it happened on a daily basis, but it happened on a frequent enough basis that he actually did get used to it. He liked it though, because it just meant he wasn't alone in the apartment every single night, and that was such a comforting thought to him that it actually made his heart feel better, or something cheesy like that.
“'Whatever it was'.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head at the crap coming out of Tobey's mouth, but he didn't have much to say to that, really. He just looked Tobey over, who looked really small in his clothes. It was times like this where he realized just how much smaller he was compared to Travis, the differences between them. Sometimes Travis even forgot that he was six years younger than him. He never really thought of it like that at all; he was just Travis' best friend, and that was it. Sure, when they had both been children, Travis had noted that the age difference would have kept them from really being friends, but now he half the time didn't even remember that Tobey was that much younger. He sometimes didn't act like it, and maybe the fact that he knew Tobey as well as he did had something to do with it. “Hopefully.. maybe. Because, no offense but you don't look great right now. Bruises and cuts aren't as attractive as tv makes them out to be.” Busying himself with tea, because really it was the only kitchen skill he had other than knowing to put frozen dinners in the microwave and heat them up, he just looked over at Tobey, who'd managed to pull Travis' clothes on and was now slouched on the couch. “Yes, i'm still growing? Maybe... I don't know.” As he made his way over, he just hummed under his breath as Tobey went on about going through the roof, the words really not meeting his ears because he was used to this, the random babbles that came out of his mouth whenever he was high. “Well i'd have to deal with a hole in my roof and a squishy carpet when that happens, won't I?” As he sat down beside him on the couch gingerly, he just rolled his eyes as he handed Tobey the cup of tea that he couldn't make the effort to reach from his position on the couch. “Fine, wizard then. Or is it warlock? Is there even a difference?”
Taking a sip of his tea, he just relaxed back into the couch, propping his feet up on the table in front of him casually for a minute before he turned his head back down. Tilting his head in question for a second as Tobey called him a liar, he just stared down at him before letting out a laugh. “I did say that didn't I... well, uh, here's the thing. I'm not a nurse or a doctor and... I don't even know what's in my first aid kit. Do you really think you should trust me?” Smirking lightly, he pulled himself out of his comfortable position, and away from Tobey who had cuddled up against his side for the couple of minutes he'd been sitting there without moving, and put his tea down before reaching forward for the first aid kit that had laid forgotten on the table for a few minutes. “Right, cleaning you up. Sit up and don't spill anymore tea. I worked hard on that damn tea, the least you could do is drink it without spilling it all over my couch and my clothes and all over yourself.” He sounded like some sort of upset housewife, dear God. Mentally cringing at that even though he knew how much of a joke it was that he was even saying that, because let's face it, he honestly didn't give a fuck if Tobey spilled tea all over his couch and on himself. Fuck, the kid could've peed on his couch and he still wouldn't have really cared, just because it was Tobey. Opening up the first aid kit, he looked at the organization of band aids and alcohol pads that you used for wiping cuts and plenty of pills for headaches and all of those other things, he just looked down into the mess of medical objects with a blank look. This was probably the first time he'd ever even looked into this kit. “On second thought maybe you should just let that magic work its wonders and let all those bruises and shit go away on its own.. yeah?”
charzie/tobey c: - 1113 words - that last paragraph is completely bullshit lols c:
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Post by TOBIAS HENSLEY on Jul 16, 2011 15:38:59 GMT -5
tobey generally found himself around travis’ apartment a lot more than he stayed in his own house and there were several reasons for this. sully no longer lived with tobey, and after their disastrous attempt at sharing an apartment together their parent had had to intervene and so tobey was stuck at home with his parents again. lately it just seemed like his parents were trying to fix him or change him, but tobey wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong with him in the first place. they never liked it when he went around travis’ house, and maybe a small reason why he was over at travis’ for such a large amount of time was because tobey knew it would irritate his parents. mostly though, tobey just felt much more at home when he was sitting in this living room with travis. it felt right, he felt right when he was here and above all, the biggest reason was because he loved travis, and that was that. he felt incomplete when he wasn’t around travis, small and lost and much more lonely and he wasn’t even afraid to admit it. it was sort of weird the things that travis could make him feel but at the end of the day they’d been dating for three years and tobey had known him for most of his life and maybe this was normal in their case, maybe he was supposed to feel like this and even if he wasn’t, the feeling wasn’t necessarily a bad one. despite what tobey’s parents said, despite how much they had suddenly disapproved of travis without no real warning or forethought whatsoever, tobey was happy. ’duuuuh. didn’t you get the memo? tobey asked and rolled his eyes overdramatically at travis as the other guy pulled his arms down to his sides before walking towards the kitchen.
tugging at his clothes slightly, tobey casually shifted his weight form one foot to the other, noting how everything seemed much brighter and happier than it usually did. it hurt tobey’s eyes but at the same time it was nice, as if the entire world had grown just a little bit more happier. this was why he never really understood why anyone disapproved of smoking weed. it hardly did anything wrong, just softened the jagged edges of the world and made everything seem much safer and better. it was much better than alcohol anyway, which both travis and his twin brother consumed, because alcohol smelt bad and made everyone vomit and caused fights and it was just generally a really nasty substance most of the time. that was in direct comparison to weed, which was obviously the most harmless thing on the planet and generally all it did was make everything seem as hilarious as if he was attending a stand up comedy show. he couldn’t quite stop himself form laughing even though he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was so funny about what travis was saying. travis in general was just perfect and hilarious and it was more that than anything else that made tobey start to laugh stupidly, although he valiantly attempted to stop himself form laughing by muffling his laughter with his hands. ‘hey no i’m beautiful, okay,’ he insisted as he slumped down onto the couch. ‘you have to stop growing soon, okay? because otherwise we can’t kiss,’ he added, his face falling slightly at the thought. he glanced over at travis as he sat down on the couch next to tobey. tobey really liked travis. he wished he could put it into words how much he liked travis but the words didn’t want to leave his mouth, even as he stared up at the taller man with some sort of smile. eyes widening slightly, he shook his head before everything began to blur in front of his eyes, ‘but that would suck!’
he wrapped his fingers around the warm china of the mug as travis handed it over to him, and made himself focus enough for the first time of the night just in time to hear travis’ laugh. it was one of those sounds tobey never got tired of hearing – it was such a nice sound that just seemed so unbelievably natural that whenever it echoed around the recesses of tobey’s mind it just made everything a little bit better. ’i trust you! who else would i trust? you’re pretty trustworthy. like. if you had a different middle name, it could be trustworthy. it has a nice ring to it, i think,’ tobey spoke into the silence. the more he spoke the more his entire face protested but he didn’t really mind too much. as he clumsily dripped tea over himself and watching the hot liquid seep into travis’ clothes he pulled a guilty face, tightening his grip around the mug to hold it steady, but he kept shaking and jolting it every so often. he let out a whine of protestation as travis glanced into the medical kit and then quickly decided not to use any of it. ‘if i’m permanently ugly, i’m going to blame you,’ was all tobey said sadly, pulling a face before shifting slightly in an attempt to clamber all over travis into his lap. he got halfway and then decided that it wasn’t entirely worth the effort and instead pressed his bruised lips up against the side of travis’ face, humming off-tune and very nearly slopping tea over the both of them in the process.’you’re so great,’ he mumbled tiredly against travis’ skin, ’like sooo super great. i love you. a lot.
[/justify] rini as travis <3 – 933 words – sup i like this i guess c: [/size][/center]
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