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Post by Brendon Urie on Jul 25, 2011 5:55:14 GMT -5
"Fine." I sighed, finally letting him get his way. I loosened my grip on his wrist.
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 30, 2011 6:45:33 GMT -5
I hauled myself from the bed, slipping on the nearest flip flops (did they even match? Oh my god, since when did I care if my clothes matched anyway?) and lead Brendon out the door. "Call them or something, they can meet us there."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jul 30, 2011 7:38:54 GMT -5
I pulled out my phone and turned it on, sent a quick text and turned it straight off again. I gripped William's hand tight to keep him under control. Hopefully he'd stay with me and not run off.
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 30, 2011 8:00:17 GMT -5
His hand wrapped around mine, I took him down a nearby alleyway. Took him down to a club he'd never seen, never heard of, could not possibly recognize. The dark musty club where people sulked in corners, drank all day, did god knows what at night and I watched him tremble and smiled because now, now I could take care or my beautiful B, now he could look up to me. Now Brenny could Be mine, just for a while.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jul 30, 2011 8:09:02 GMT -5
I sighed when he let me into the dingy club. I hoped he wouldn't get us into trouble here. He was the familiar one, so I let go of his hand and let him take control. I simply watched him.
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Post by William Beckett on Jul 30, 2011 21:22:51 GMT -5
Want a drink, Brenny Bear? Want a beer, Brenny? Want a bong, Brenny? I'll buy you everything, Brenny, I'll buy you anything. I was draped over him, arm over his neck, talking to the bartender I knew too well and not ordering a thing but getting exactly what I wanted anyway, and Brenny was beside me and maybe I should stop, maybe I shouldn't take what was in his hand, but I did I did, and I offered it to Brenny too, just a little, Brenny, it won't hurt, and I don't know why.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jul 31, 2011 2:56:19 GMT -5
I shook my head and looked away. He was too familiar to this place, too familiar for comfort. I looked around until my eyes rested on my shoes, hoping Spence would come steal me from this place soon.
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Post by William Beckett on Aug 6, 2011 5:16:37 GMT -5
My eyes were getting wide as he gave me that look, that blank disapproving look. Even as I rubbed that bitter white powder on my gums I wanted to say "I'm sorry"
So very sorry I love you B.
Broken.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Aug 6, 2011 6:54:22 GMT -5
I didn't look back at him. I turned my phone on, checking it, no messages. I wasn't getting out for a while. Eventually I caught his eye and the guilt swamped me like high tide. I gripped his hand tight as an apology, a weak one at that.
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Post by William Beckett on Aug 6, 2011 7:06:21 GMT -5
Brendon saw through me, saw how broken I was.
He was trying to hold me together.
Ha.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Aug 6, 2011 7:19:06 GMT -5
I silently dialled Spence with my free hand. No answer. I can't get out. Why can't I get out? My hand held tighter, my chest panicking when I looked back into his eyes, mine pleading to leave.
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Post by William Beckett on Aug 10, 2011 2:32:23 GMT -5
Sorry, Brenny, baby. Sorry I'm going to break you. See how scared you are? Scared of me? Or just scared? Have a drink, Brenny, calm down.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Aug 10, 2011 8:03:59 GMT -5
"Can we go? Please?" I begged him, moving my head closer to his as my heart raced beyond belief. "I have to, have to go." I was starting to think I couldn't go, my hand glued to his, his gaze untearable, the drugs forcing his feet to the grimy floor.
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Post by William Beckett on Aug 17, 2011 1:02:59 GMT -5
My hand gripped around his wrist, pressing as tight as it could. Not letting go. I was best off here. Best off with him, too.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Aug 18, 2011 3:34:22 GMT -5
Racing breath, heartbeat running, I couldn't take it anymore. He didn't react with his eyes. His hand, my panicking, it was too much. "I NEED TO LEAVE!" All the spotlights were on me. Let me go. "William, let me go!"
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