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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 4:15:20 GMT -5
"You're fine, Brenny. I just. I forget what it's like without someone else around these days."
William scooted over towards Brendon and leaned his head on Brendon's shoulder.
"You're better than anything I could have asked for."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 4:33:41 GMT -5
"You know it'll be okay, right?" I said, rubbing Bill's shoulder. "And, thanks."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 5:18:21 GMT -5
I couldn't help my laughter. "No, no it won't. There's such a big difference between bearable and okay, Brendon. So, so big."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 5:23:00 GMT -5
"Well, you'll survive it. Or I'll whoop some ass, either way." I joked. Hopefully I wouldn't have to whoop some ass, I'm a little guy. "You're too good a person."
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 5:35:41 GMT -5
"Brendon," I stared into his eyes, mine wide and bloodshot and tired, but honest, so fucking honest. "I can't survive. I'm already dead."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 5:38:32 GMT -5
I put my arms around William and gave him a tight hug, "You're not dead, you're still here, you're still human. I'll keep you alive, okay?"
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 5:44:13 GMT -5
"I'm fading," I whispered, giggling. "Fading right before you. Crashing. I'm crashing, but I'm no wave. Breaking, smashing, swirling. I'm disappearing in your arms."
"You can't even seeee me."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 5:47:14 GMT -5
"You're high... or something!" I giggled at him. "But in all seriousness, I'm here to keep you alive, and feed your will to live. I don't know what I'm feeding it though..." His nonsensical attitude was contagious. William was like this, he always has been. It was good to hear him laugh.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 5:52:25 GMT -5
"High. So empty I could float away. Does that make me high? I feel light. I feel pretty. You make me feel pretty. And it's not a side effect from the cocaine, so I'm thinking it must be lo- okay, well, a fucking epic friendship."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 5:54:24 GMT -5
"I don't want to deal with you when you come down from this high or whatever, but it's good to hear you laugh." I mumbled, ruffling his hair.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 5:57:48 GMT -5
I leaned right into his ear and whispered, "This is me down. This is me crashing and broken. This is against the norm. I couldn't be worse if I tried."
I think I stopped making sense by now, but I didn't care, I just talked and talked and hoped maybe he'd get it, he'd get me. Maybe.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 6:03:45 GMT -5
"If this is you at your worst, I can forever take care of you, okay?" I said before trying to listen to every other word he had. I tried to piece it all together but he was too fast. I took his hands in mine and faced him until he had nothing left to say.
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 6:13:06 GMT -5
"Break me, baby," I muttered, twisting my face away from him. "Break me so when I break you, we can fall apart together. I could live in pieces forever if they were mixed in with yours."
He was as close as I could get to falling in love right now. I was near unconscious, hadn't touched food in days, I was desperate and I was lonely but this boy saw all that. I guess that was enough for me. For now.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 28, 2011 6:18:33 GMT -5
"Come on, you need a rest." I slipped my arm behind him and lifted him up to move him to the bed, the couch was much too short for his tall frame. He was lighter than expected, much too light. "Do you want a drink, food, anything?"
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Post by William Beckett on Apr 28, 2011 6:21:15 GMT -5
"I want you," I mumbled. "I don't mean, like, I want you. To come with me. And cuddle me. Forever and ever. Just. Keep me wrapped up. Hold me together."
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