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Post by William Beckett on May 27, 2011 6:44:58 GMT -5
Brenny Bear Brendon Bee you're beautiful Brendo babe you're fucking beautiful and the letter b b beeee that's all I'm thinking when we shake hands. B. Beautiful, brave, bee. Your hands are touching mine Bee and I'm shaking shaking shaking like I'm going to collapse.
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Post by Brendon Urie on May 27, 2011 6:55:42 GMT -5
"Come on Will, you're high as a fucking kite man!" I yelled over the music, dragging him along by his hand. Fuck, he was out of it. His eyes weren't blinking anymore, I was sure of it. That's how I could tell, y'know, he wasn't all there after the shit he'd taken. "Come on!"
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Post by William Beckett on May 27, 2011 7:43:07 GMT -5
Brenny bear Brendon boy was staring straight into me. Into brain and he saw all the chemicals swashing around and how nothing was quite touching right anymore but everything was smoother and prettier when it was coated with the shiny chemicals and it made it okay. I trailed, followed, wandered, step by step and inch behind and this shadow was leading me and my eyes were wandering and there was this gorgeous ass there, seriously fucking gorgeous and I followed and whispered, yelled, screamed and muttered, all at once as I asked, "Where are we going?"
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Post by Brendon Urie on May 27, 2011 8:18:51 GMT -5
I led him in by his hand and closed the door. "Somewhere quieter." I said at normal volume, or what you'd consider normal at a house party. William needed to get out of there before he did something stupid, so I sat him down on the floor against the wall before sliding down to join him, still holding his hand, vibrating tremors up my arm. Why does he do the drugs? None of us really know anymore.
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Post by William Beckett on May 27, 2011 9:11:37 GMT -5
Brenny Bear I'm sorry I don't hear my baboonish babbling and your big big eyes looks so sad and beautiful, and I'm poisoning my Brenny and he barely knows me but I'm breaking him breaking this breaking everything and he barely knows me at all. Brenny bear smile, please smile, I love you smile, and I'm reaching out and stroking your skin, your baby soft skin and babbling and my face is burning now, burning, my throat is burning from it all and I think I'm going to throw up, I feel the stomach acid burning me and I try to bite it back.
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Post by Brendon Urie on May 28, 2011 6:38:52 GMT -5
"Will? You're pale, come on, come to the bathroom." Dragging him to the ensuite took so much effort, why couldn't he just stay normal, sober, not on a permanent high? It was painful to see him so happy but so completely out of it. I frowned as he retched, and put my hand on his back, feeling his insides churn but feeling my heart beat faster as he got worse.
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Post by William Beckett on May 28, 2011 8:49:50 GMT -5
"Brenny Bear, why do you take care of me Bren, baby, baby boy, please go have some fun baby." I tried and tried and tried to just speak but I couldn't, not with his eyes on me. And I flushed and hid and couldn't believe he was seeing me like this.
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Post by Brendon Urie on May 29, 2011 3:55:42 GMT -5
He looked at me with those glassy eyes, the ones you can't ever ignore. "I'm not going back to the party, not with you like this..." His torso was shaking when I put my arms around him, to keep him still, to show him I care. Maybe it'd break through the haze the drugs had left behind, better than words could.
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Post by William Beckett on May 30, 2011 3:48:08 GMT -5
"Come on stage, stage with me Brenny," I sat up and my head kept spinning, I was so far from the floor sitting up. My hand was on his leg but it kept slipping, slipping, slipping in every direction and I couldn't quite look him in the eye, where were his eyes? Where, where, where?
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Post by Brendon Urie on May 30, 2011 4:14:31 GMT -5
"There is no stage, William, come on, lay down..." His head slowly connected with the floor as I pushed him down and held his hand, removing it from my leg. His fever was rising, whatever he took this time was really going down badly inside him. I'll never know why he does drugs, he's perfectly wonderful without them...
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Post by William Beckett on May 30, 2011 8:35:39 GMT -5
My eyes were drifting and I knew, just knew, I'd be alone when I woke up. Maybe maybe maybe the others would let me escape in the morning. Maybe I could leave and maybe maybe maybe I wouldn't let him try to rescue me. That could hurt. Poison, Beckett. You're poison.
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Post by Brendon Urie on May 31, 2011 1:18:50 GMT -5
"Shh, don't fight it, okay?" I stroked his cheek, closed his eyes slowly. Maybe he'd sleep now. His body lay quietly, chest rising and falling, maybe he was asleep or pretending. Still, whichever he was doing, I wasn't leaving until he reopened his eyes.
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Post by William Beckett on May 31, 2011 23:45:52 GMT -5
Someone was touching me, touching my hand, and I was a little more sober now. My brain was all scrambled, it's always so scrambled, but then I saw him there, waiting for me, waiting to hear me speak and it was gone gone gone And I took another pill.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 1, 2011 2:13:25 GMT -5
"Hey, Will?" I shook him gently, quietly, even though I was still half asleep. His eyes were always blank, like a reflection of his eyelids, you can't tell what's going on in his brain.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 2, 2011 4:04:29 GMT -5
It was different this time, so very very different, and fire stretched through me, through us, from where he touched me. My eyes were wide, wide, wide, I could feel it and I had to get closer, the space between us was too close to infinity, too far from nothing, and I just wanted him, but I'd get him dirty.
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