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Post by William Beckett on Apr 25, 2011 9:03:30 GMT -5
"I will when he does," I mumbled. Fuck. Oops. Did not mean to say that. Fuck...
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 25, 2011 9:11:29 GMT -5
"Bill, I knew you wouldn't do this of your own accord. Or..." I wondered if body image was Bill's only issue...
I tried to shake him from his silent protests against my questioning, "Please, Bill... Who, William?"
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 26, 2011 4:57:07 GMT -5
"Don't act like you understand me."
Everyone knew, I knew they knew, but I wasn't going to say it, I wasn't going to explain it. I'd been pining after him for months and they could all see it. Explaining, though, made it real.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 26, 2011 5:02:05 GMT -5
I really didn't want to get into a fight, but I couldn't help but scream.
"This really isn't the right way to do things, Will! You know it, I know it, for fuck's sake! I want to punch him in the fucking face, whoever he is.." My hands were clenched in fists, I was so angry and I knew I didn't need to be, but the pain of seeing William doing this to himself stopped the emotion leaving his head.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 26, 2011 5:15:57 GMT -5
"He hasn't done anything wrong, okay? He just doesn't notice me, and it's that simple, and I don't fucking blame him." I glanced down over my body quickly. "I wouldn't notice me either."
I stood and turned sharply to leave, to go home, not even thinking about the panic that would set in if I stepped out that door.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 26, 2011 5:19:56 GMT -5
Involuntarily I launched at William, grabbing him around the waist and dragging him to the floor.
I growled at him slowly, staring him in the eyes. "You. Aren't. Leaving."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 26, 2011 5:23:12 GMT -5
"I just want to go home, asshole. You can't keep me here forever."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 26, 2011 5:28:58 GMT -5
"If you go home, I have to go with you. I don't... I don't need you like this, nobody does. You can go home alone when I know what the... what is going on."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 26, 2011 5:32:30 GMT -5
"Fuck you. You're not my fucking shrink."
William struggled in Brendon's arms, squirming and trying to get away, but it was so fucking tiring.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 26, 2011 5:35:04 GMT -5
I noticed William getting tired so I pinned him to the ground harder to make him even more tired and force him to stay. In his condition, it wouldn't take long.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 26, 2011 5:35:56 GMT -5
"Let go of me, Brendon" I mumbled. I couldn't work up the energy to fight, it was too hard. "Just. I'll stay, okay? I'll stay for now but I won't fucking talk. Get it?"
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 26, 2011 5:40:29 GMT -5
"Fine. Better than nothing. I want to keep you safe."
I stood up and in front of the door, making sure William would not attempt to run.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 26, 2011 5:54:53 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes at him as I dragged my ass off the floor and flopped onto the couch, sighing dramatically as I turned on the tv. I flipped channels, waiting for him to move to join me because, well, tv sucked. Seriously.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 26, 2011 6:03:44 GMT -5
William was one of my closest friends. It wasn't going to end with me at his funeral before his next birthday. Looking away at nothing particular, I mumbled, "I'm pretty sure there's nothing good on... daytime television is a bore." before sitting beside him on the couch.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 26, 2011 6:48:14 GMT -5
"There is never anything good on!" I cried, throwing my hands up dramatically. The diva act. It had never failed me. People assumed that I was back to my joking self and all was good.
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