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[Daniel Greyson]

BABY, I CAN BREAK YOU DOWN

for blake <3 backdated to Friday.

Everything started with him relaxing down after an eventful week with nothing to bother him. Nope, he was just free as could be. Yet, that all had to be interrupted with a call, a blasted call at midnight by none other than his missing roommate. At the time, Daniel was snoring away in his usual deep sleep but awoke by annoyed knocks on the wall and a shout to answer the phone. His cell was ringing off the roof before he tiredly answered it with Blake telling him to pick him up since he was drunk before hanging up.

His eyes narrowed, tired and really tempted to just forget about him and go back to sleep. He, however, really didn’t know what would happen if he did that. Maybe poor Blake would end up getting kidnapped, his family being threaten with ransom and Daniel getting the blame for the whole thing. He didn’t exactly want his parents having to pay for whatever much they are asking for. It wasn’t like they were swimming in gold.

Shifting, he groaned, swinging his feet over the side of his bed before reaching for a shirt. Blinking a few times and reaching over, he finally grabbed a navy t-shirt and struggled for a moment to put it on. It was dark. He stood up, grabbed some jeans and pulled them on before snatching his cell phone in case Blake called again. His brown hair was a mess, but it wasn’t like he was going anywhere special. Just to the nightclub called Fabric, then seizing his roommate and heading back home.

Taking in a breath, he closed his eyes for a moment as he walked into the lighted hallway, closing and locking the door after him. Daniel’s pace was quite slow at first; he picked it up once he got out of the dorm and marched off of campus in the direction that pinpointed to the nightclub. It wasn’t somewhere he had been before, but he knew how bars and such were. Well… gay bars at least. A shiver ran up his spine, never again was he going to get drunk in a gay bar.

Shaking his head, he rid of the thought and continued on. The faster he found Blake, the better. What the hell… he didn’t even tell me where he’d be waiting. Frustrated, Daniel stared at the nightclub’s door, glancing wearily in since apparently, his roommate wasn’t outside. Do I really have to go in there? A frown lined his lips as he ended the club, a few people looked over, but he just ducked his head, looking around for Blake. Where are you…?

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[Blake Knox]

I GOT THOSE LOVESICK BLUES

hehe, we and our threads. But DanielXBlake are so much fun~ <3

I FEEL IT MORE THAN EVER

Blake was having fun. Honest to god fun. Yeah, maybe the night started off a little slow, but right now it was hopping. And the crowd looked promising. The music pumped through the nightclub like a beating heart, and the people moved to it almost in sync. Blake was on his fifth, or was it sixth, glass of whatever the fuck he was drinking. But it tasted good. Swaying his hips lightly to the music, he stood by the bar and the most mellow section of Fabric. Watching the crowd and occasionally sipping his drink. His eyes focusing on a hottie in the crowd. He didn't appear to be attached at the moment, but then Blake could change that.

Setting, the now empty, glass on the bar he squeezed through the crowd toward him. He didn't seem to notice Blake at first, but as he swayed, sexily, around him, there was some recognition. Blake wouldn't accept being ignored. He smirked as the boy followed him, and brushed against his thigh. Now, really, that was more like it. He was too buzzed from the alcohol and the loud, lively music to think about much else.

He got preoccupied. So preoccupied, that he, in fact, forgot that he had even called Daniel. It was earlier. And he wasn't even sure why now. Only that some hot man was whispering something in his ear. Blake simply shrugged and rolled his hips to the music. A few girls had been attracted his way, and one was rubbing against him.

He didn't look all that bad though. He had put contacts in, and applied some eyeliner. He fashioned tight, silver colored jeans and shirt, tie, and suspenders. Being skinny and tall helped matters though. He shrugged off the girl, and focused on moving to the pumping beat in his ears. He spun around, a swirl of faces filling his mind stream. And one, looked strikingly familiar.

Daniel Greyson? What was he doing here? Blake, ignoring the guy he had once been so interested in, pushed through the crowd toward where Daniel stood. He looked frustrated. A frown reached Blake's lips. Who was he looking for? Should he go over and say hi? Might as well.

Stopping a few feet away Blake grinned at his room mate, "is this spot taken?" he asked sliding over next to him. He eyed him suspiciously, "what brings you out here, to Fabric? You never seemed the nightclub type." Blake never expected Daniel to show up at a club like this. It was, well, just not Daniel like. Even though he didn't know the kid that well, it seemed odd to him. But then, Blake, in the normal eye, wouldn't be seen as the kind to go out partying. Yet, here he was. Having the time of his life. Yeah.

He gazed at Daniel and then back to the moving crowd. He wondered if that guy had already left. Oh well, might as well get something to drink. "Hey, let's go get something to drink," Blake tried to yell over the music and grabbed Daniel's hand before he could object. Dragging, him toward the bar. Blake silently vowed to give him better clothes to go clubbing next time.. Really, the guy looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

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[Daniel Greyson]

BABY, I CAN BREAK YOU DOWN

danielxblake threads are love XD <3

His lip rose, sneering at the crowd and only moving his way through, praying to god no one would really pay attention to him. If they would, well, it would cause more drama and shit then he already was in. God damnit, where the hell are you? His eyes darted from one end of the club then to the other, scanning through the place for his roommate. It was just like a sea of people who wouldn’t move and all of them were in his way.

Shifting, he paused, glancing over as someone bumped into him, but ignoring them afterwards. He only glanced over, thinking that it could have been Blake. Then again, last time they met out of nowhere, he shouted his name before he even knew it. Daniel narrowed his eyes, growing a bit tired of the whole deal. The beat of the music wasn’t really helping him at all… along with the dimmed lights. He’d be surprised if he could even find his roommate.

Sighing, he started to wonder why he even cared. Sure, it was normal for him to be all worried about people, but why should he worry about a drunkard who called him around midnight or whatever time late? Daniel paused again, leaning his head back and murmuring. Though, he was bumped into – yet again - and moved off to the side in hope that he’d have a bit of elbow room. Yeah…

He moved his hand into his pocket, grabbing his phone getting ready to just call Blake in hope he’d actually pick up. It would be easier to find him then. Flipping open his phone, he was just ready to call before his roommate came over towards him. A frown pulled onto his lips, but whatever works. He just stared at Blake, wondering if they were going to leave now.

His eyes widened for a moment, a bit in shock that his roommate seemed to just up in forget about calling him here. There was no way he’d come here otherwise. Maybe I shouldn’t have even come… Yet, he knew he couldn’t just leave Blake here to end up in a whole mess of trouble either, but he couldn’t up and forgive him about forgetting either. Then again, he was drunk… or so he said on the phone.

Daniel didn’t even answer his question, really just staring into space until Blake pulled on his hand and dragged him over to the bar. No way in hell am I drinking, thanks. He wasn’t going to order a thing, but if his roommate really wanted to hang himself off of alcohol, Daniel really wasn’t going to stop it. Then again, he’d have to deal with him either fainting or vomiting… or whatever else he did when he was terribly drunk.

So, he stopped, not allowing himself to be dragged off there, a troubled expression appearing on his features. “You called me…” He paused for a moment, feeling like a little kid throwing a tantrum. “To pick you up… since you’re… or were drunk.”

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[Blake Knox]

I GOT THOSE LOVESICK BLUES

</3 angst

I FEEL IT MORE THAN EVER

Daniel didn't look at all happy as Blake dragged him toward the bar. He simply stared at Blake like he was crazy. Maybe Blake's reputation of a perfect student was built up more then he expected. He chuckled to himself and dragged Daniel on toward the bar. A good drink would do him some good. Maybe then he could relax. But as the got closer he felt a sudden tug on his arm. Daniel had stopped.

Blake turned, confused to why the boy had stopped and saw him making a face. Why was he giving him such a troubled expression? He leaned a little closer to here the words that escaped his lips. Blake called him? Drunk? Blake shrugged, confused himself. "I called you?" he asked, more to himself than Daniel. Why would he call Daniel? To a night club? Because he was drunk? He let go of Daniel's hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose hard. Closing his eyes to get control of his thoughts. But he couldn't think, not while the music and people buzzed lively around him. It felt like he was trying to find something he knew existed, but couldn't quite touch. He need a clear mind. Clear air.

He grabbed Daniel's arm again, but this time dragged him for the exit. It took a few minutes to get through the crowd, but Blake didn't pay any mind to them anymore. He had called Daniel and didn't remember? None of this made sense. He pushed the door open, and the fresh night air hit him. Even as they stood outside, he could still hear the beat of the music pulsing. "I called you?" he repeated for the second time. Not waiting for an answer from Daniel. He thought deeply to himself, absently chewing on his thumb, when it came to him like a bullet.

Oh, oh fuck. He had called Daniel. Blake let go Daniel's arm, as he realized he was still holding it. He had saw him. Parading around Fabric with another guy. Blake swallowed, his throat was suddenly drier than parchment. What had he done in return? He drank, and drank some more. Somehow with the thoughts of making him, well, jealous. But he wasn't. So Blake called Daniel. His new room mate.

Why, of all people, had he called Daniel? Why the fuck was he the first person to come to Blake's mind? "Fuck, I'm sorry, sorry, Daniel," Blake managed to get out. Why did he sound so choked up? That wasn't his voice. It was too dead sounding. He called Daniel because he was Blake's slave. Nothing more, and nothing less. He was drunk, and he was still hurt from seeing that. Which was why he was acting like this. There was no other reason. None. "Call a cab," Blake murmured to his room mate. He just wanted to get home. He didn't want to think about any of this anymore. About that stupid ass who he had saw again.

Blake took a sip of this drink, this one was a bit stronger, but he would need it if he was going to do what he was about to do. He set down the half empty glass on the bar, and glanced over at his prey. Not to far away was guy. Blake smirked and pushed his way into the crowd, toward the pair.

He recognized Blake rather quickly, how could he not? But his expression did not change as he distanced him and his new partner away from Blake. As if he didn't want to cause a scene. He was the one who wanted Blake back. How dare he do this! It wasn't to be tolerated! Blake danced, swaying sexily, making moves he knew he wouldn't do unless he was drunk. And jealous. But instead of the reaction Blake wanted, he simply grabbed his partner and they moved off, to the opposite side of the room.

Fuck. Fuck it all. He didn't need this. Not while he had so many other fish. Making his way up to the bar he ordered a second drink, gulping it down like no tomorrow. And then he flipped open his phone, and called the first person that came to his mind. Daniel. The phone rang for at least a minute, and just when Blake meant to hang up he was clicked forward. "Hello? Daniel? Pick me up. I'm fucking drunk at Fabrics. See ya," and he slammed his phone shut. "Get me another," he nodded to the bartender.

Finally, as the cab drove up, Blake quickly hopped in. He felt sick, but not in the way that he would throw up. He felt sick because of everything that happened in one night. His ex and Daniel. How did he feel? Was he better off just telling Daniel the truth. He sighed and waited for the other boy to enter the cab. Perhaps it was for the better. Besides, he did own Daniel an explanation for why he was dragged here tonight. Oh, fuck.

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[Daniel Greyson]

BABY, I CAN BREAK YOU DOWN

|< I love them moreee! jk... maybe. and, i rambled, sorry. D:

The hair on the back of his neck felt like it was standing. He was all tense; it felt almost awkward as if something was standing between the two. Yet, he couldn’t understand exactly what all was happening. Daniel came along like he was asked – more like told – and that was all. It turned into something completely different, though it didn’t exactly surprise him as much as it had before. He had learned that everything around Blake was completely unpredictable. His movements, what happened in the past and what was happening now.

His lips tensed as well, clenching his hands before unclenching them. No, he wasn’t exactly upset, just beyond confused, especially as Blake leaned in and questioned him. Yes, of course you did. Daniel felt the urge to just spit words at him, yet held it back. Perhaps he was just being a bit short tempered due to the fact he wasn’t exactly awake completely. He was still floating on a dream cloud in some wonderland he didn’t know… or at least, that was what he wanted to believe.

He held his breath, wondering what was going to happen next, but knowing he wouldn’t know what would. It was a mystery, something that almost repeated. Exhaling, he just stared at Blake, trying his best not to crumble and either snap at him or start sympathizing. He didn’t wish for either option to happen. Last time he didn’t even get an explanation and only sunk deeper into confusion. So, this time, he wanted to stay out of it all.

That wouldn’t happen. He was curious, he wanted to pry… he wanted to know.

His eyes widened again when Blake grabbed his arm, dragging him off in the opposite direction. He frowned again, this time he was puzzled… a feeling that really wasn’t new when it involved his roommate. They seemed to be moving in the direction of the exit. Something’s wrong. He flinched, wanting to ask, but bit his lip instead, not knowing what kind of voice or question he’d speak out.

As soon as they were outside, the loud music seemed to be lightened off. Instead of the hot cramped room, the cool night breeze felt nice against his skin. But Blake still held onto him. The question came again. Daniel really wondered if his roommate wanted him to answer that question. It was an easy one, but seemed almost hard for him to voice out as if something was holding him back from doing so. Shit…

He stood there, watching as he chewed on his thumb before releasing his arm, almost as if Blake didn’t even notice he still was. Daniel wanted to ask what happened, what was wrong and why in the world he was acting the way he was. He wanted to so badly. The Welsh boy couldn’t. The faint thumping of music was all that he heard. The sound was at the back of his mind. Right now, his focus was completely fixated on Blake.

Yet again was he left shocked and dumbstruck by the same person as his voice sounded so different, so much more broken that it ever has. He gulped down, wanting to comfort him somehow and even wanting to give him a hug. Something Daniel wasn’t really used to. Don’t apologize… don’t apologize to me with that voice… His thoughts were pleading, he even opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but kept quiet instead.

When he asked for him to call a cab, he simply nodded his head and dialed the number. Quietly waiting around till the cab actually came. Damnit, why can’t I say anything? Speak… Nothing really happened, other than him continuing to stare at Blake before getting even more frustrated with himself. He finally shifted himself, staring over at the wall, wishing to beat the shit out of the poor thing.

Taking in another deep breath, the cab arrived and Blake flew into it as if he was really wishing just to head back. He took a last glance at the place before sliding in after him. Daniel was still tensed up, his shoulders couldn’t even relax and he kept clenching then unclenching his hands. “You don’t have to say anything,” he finally spoke up, kind of hoping to reassure his roommate that he wouldn’t bug him for answers… even though he really wanted to.

He kept his glaze forward, watching cars go by with a frown along his lips and a tired expression. Yawning, Daniel really just wanted to head back to the dorm. He, however, wondered if he could even sleep. Blake must have had something happen, there was no other way he’d speak to him in such a voice like earlier. He glimpsed to the side, gulping before moving his hand up to rest his chin against. “I don’t want to annoy you…” Shaking his head, he paused, “But, if you want to talk, I’m here.”

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[Blake Knox]

I GOT THOSE LOVESICK BLUES

with Blake's new, hawt, set up this post should be pretty. Hrmmm. A little drama though. I am the monster of drama. AHAHA

I FEEL IT MORE THAN EVER

Blake remained silent as his room mate entered the cab. He wasn't sure where to begin. He casted a quick look over at Daniel, who was unclenching and clenching his fists. Was he that mad? Well, Blake had called him around midnight to come pick him up and then forgot. Fuck. He turned back toward the window and stared out at the passing cars. He just wanted to go back, and bury himself in his blankets and never come out. But that wouldn't work, would it? He owed Daniel an explanation and if his parents heard word that he missed school they'd be up his ass.

He smothered a sigh behind his hand, and opened his mouth to speak. Daniel beat him to the punch, “You don’t have to say anything." He closed his eyes and smiled softly. Yeah, that was Daniel like. Blake didn't need to do or say anything, right? But that wasn't what he owed his room mate. His room mate who was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night to come pick him up. Somehow, those few words were a comforting fact, though. It wasn't pressured. It never seemed to be when he was with Daniel. So, the matter of it all was whether or not Blake wanted to tell him. Not he had to.

He heard Daniel shift and yawn. Blake peeked over at him, to see he was obviously tried. That just made him feel guilty. So, he turned back to stare out the window. But the boy spoke up again, and Blake calmly gazed at him with his head resting on the glass of the cab's window. “I don’t want to annoy you…” Annoy me? Annoy me all you like, I am the one who dragged you out here in the first place. Blake waited, as his room mate seemed unsure what to say next, “But, if you want to talk, I’m here.”

Blake was never the type to cry. No matter how much physical pain he was in, he'd bite his tongue to keep from crying. It made him feel weak, and vulnerable. It shamed him, and it was so many things he hated. So why did he feel like crying now? He turned back toward the window. The bright colors blurring and his eyes stinging painfully. He wasn't going to fucking cry! No matter what an asshole his ex was. No matter what feelings he had felt for him, and then lost tonight. No matter how kind, and too perfect Daniel was. He wasn't going to cry...

He did. Warm tears welded up, and fell. His fucking contacts were going to fall out. Biting his lip, to keep from sobbing, Blake sat there and stared blankly out the window. Not allowing sound to choke out of him, but not stopping the tears that fell carelessly. Goddamn it. He didn't want this to happen. He didn't want to be so weak. It was all because he was drunk. Not because of tonight. In the morning he could blame it on the drink. He could blame it on getting some dirt in his contacts. What ever the fuck he wanted to blame it on. Anything but Daniel's thoughtfulness.

And then the cab slowed. Blake allowed himself time until it came to a full stop, and then sucked in a deep breath and scrambled out. He quickly erased any evidence of crying, but his pink eyes betrayed him. He handed a twenty he found in his pocket to t he cab driver and turned toward the school. "We have to be quiet getting in, we don't want any teachers on patrol catching us."

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[Daniel Greyson]

BABY, I CAN BREAK YOU DOWN

wdweg D:

Maybe what he said was all wrong. Even though he told himself not to get into it, he stepped in anyway. It was impossible to ignore Blake like this. If he could, he would hug the poor guy. But right now, he wasn’t sure he could. Whatever was between them was still there. Daniel almost wanted to chip away at the wall, yet didn’t know if he should. If he made a move, would Blake step away from him?

Daniel didn’t want that. Although he really didn’t want to admit it, Blake was the only real person he could trust and hang out with here. Everyone else was a stranger to him besides a few people he knew the names of… nothing more than that. A friend…? He kept his glaze off of Blake, embarrassed about his thoughts and all. Daniel probably wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye.

He felt like a child again, but what else was new?

After his try at comforting his roommate at least a bit, it became silent between them… again. He started to worry he really did say something wrong, or maybe he just didn’t want to speak to him. It was understandable. Yet, Daniel still wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly, it was almost driving him insane. If he knew, then he could somehow comfort him. He’d listen to whatever Blake would say, wouldn’t judge either… probably.

He glanced over towards him, his roommate was turned towards the window and Daniel could only stare wide eyed, of course. Was he… crying? A sneer pulled onto his lips, frustrated that he hadn’t been there for his ‘friend’. Something had to have happened… and it bugged him still. What happened?! What the hell happened?!

Daniel only really knew that he wanted to give the guy a hug, a shoulder to lean on. His expression kept flipping from being pissed off to worried then to a wishing look as if he really wanted to hug him. Maybe it was a habit, but whenever he was depressed or crying, he always felt comforted when it was in someone’s arms. With Daniel, however, it had mostly been his mom, but he wouldn’t just go and say that. Nope, never would he admit to being a mama’s boy.

Shaking his head, he glanced at the driver as the cab stopped in front of the school. Blake got out and paid the driver. The Welsh boy just stared again. That seemed like a bad habit of his too. Staring at people when he didn’t know what to say or do as if looking for some kind of answer or clue. “Shit,” he murmured under his breath before getting out of the cab. Closing the door behind him, he turned his attention to Blake – not like that had changed anyway – and took in a breath.

“Yeah…” He could just perk up enough to answer him. Glancing around, it seemed pretty quiet… and almost eerie. His eyebrow rose. N’aw screw it. Muffling out a breath, he paced forward, grabbing Blake’s hand without really looking at him. If he did, he almost felt like he’d create a scene, get in a shitload of trouble and add fuel to the already burning fire.

He walked fast, dragging his roommate along whether he liked it or not toward the direction of the dorm. There didn’t seem to be any teachers around, he hoped to dear god that there wouldn’t be. That they could just head off towards their room without any more trouble… yeah, that’s what he figured needed to happen. He felt beyond embarrassed right now. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was blushing.

Daniel finally slowed when they were a few feet away from the room before stopping, digging through his pocket and unlocking the door before dragging Blake in, closing the door and just sliding down. He exhaled as if he had held his breath the whole time, trying to catch his thoughts before he even dared to look at his roommate again. Right now, he just wanted to hide… and hug him, but mostly hide.

“Are you-…” He bit his tongue, glancing up at him; he didn’t know what the hell to do besides sit there. Shit, shit, shit… fucking shit. If Blake turned away from him right now, he didn’t know what he’d do… probably just run out and scream at the top of his lungs, waking everyone up before banging his head on the wall or something. He wanted to be there for him… and it scared him.

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[Blake Knox]

I GOT THOSE LOVESICK BLUES

/flails like crazy/ love this thread.

I FEEL IT MORE THAN EVER

Blake watched absently, as the cab zoomed down the street and out of view. He knew Daniel was standing there, outside as well, but he didn't quite want to look at him yet. But before he knew it he him grab his hand. Something warm, on his cold hand. Daniel was leading him back? He was holding Blake's hand. Blake opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. He simply stared at Daniel's back and allowed himself to be dragged along. This was odd. But somehow, okay. Blake closed his eyes as he was dragged forward, and into the school. Enjoying the warmth when he was so cold.

Blake opened his eyes as they entered the building. It was much warmer in here. Daniel seemed intent on getting back to their dorm as soon as possible. Blake scoped around, hoping they didn't run into any teachers. That was all he wanted, him and Daniel being caught at the moment. He was sure he could weasel their way out, but it would take effort. Too much effort for Blake at the moment. He was preoccupied with thoughts and still not completely sober.

It was when they reached the dorm that he stopped to dig the key out of his pocket. Blake was meaning to say something, again, but couldn't think. As the door was unlocked he was dragged in again. It closed with a faint click. The lights were on. Blake glanced down at Daniel, who was now sitting on the floor. “Are you-…”

Blake looked back at Daniel. He owed, no he wanted, to explain. But he couldn't do it like this. "Wait, please," Blake pleaded, and crossed the room to turn the light off. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, but eventually he could make out the outline of shapes, and Daniel's sitting by the door. He took in a deep breath, and crossed the dark room. As he sat down, in the dark, next to Daniel he had to swallow down a growing lump in his throat.

He was unsure where to begin, so, instead, he quietly reached for Daniel's hand. Maybe Blake was developing a hand fetish or something, but somehow it was comforting. He closed his eyes, even though it was dark, and began. "It was my first year at Eddingborough. And believe me, I was scared out of my fucking mind," he let out a shaky laugh at the thought of himself. Here, at Eddingboroug, for the first time. He still remembered the feeling. A sense of freedom, but also fear, fear that he wouldn't do well. A silly fear, really. "It was my first time away from my parents for so long, and finally fucking free. It was weird. All of it, but I started to like it. And then my room mate," Blake paused as the lump in his throat stopped him from continuing.

"My room mate raped me." The words seemed to echo in the dead silence. With the wall gone, Blake's words seemed to come out in a flood. "It's not like I minded, anyway. I liked him. Fuck, maybe I loved him. And I thought he did to. But, you know, things like that, they never work out. It wasn't that we didn't have feelings for each other, and we sure as hell enjoyed each other's company. But he loves more. More than me." Blake could feel his eyes itch again. That guy, always saying he loved him. His fake smile. But that guy, he loved three or four others as well. He said he loved them all. Blake could understand sleeping with other people, but loving them all at the same time? The word was too careless. He was just another 'love.' "So I told him to go to the other three or four people who he said he loved because I couldn't stand to hear it once more."

Blake sighed, and let go of Daniel's hand. He had let everything spill, so he was done. Done with this stupid sob story. "But, anyway, I saw him tonight. And I was drunk. And I called you. I'm sorry, and that is my fucking sob story."

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[Daniel Greyson]

BABY, I CAN BREAK YOU DOWN

-kidnaps- >.>;

He continued to bite on his lip, breathing in an odd pattern, holding his breath then breathing faster for a while before holding it again. Really, Daniel just wanted Blake to be okay, for him to be happy and such. The voice he heard, the face he saw… that wasn’t the usual Blake. While it did make him feel a bit special that he could show this side of him, he just couldn’t take it all in all of a sudden. It just freaked him out, but what scared him the most was that he couldn’t understand why.

His eyes narrowed when his roommate spoke. Instead of just heading off to bed or something he actually seemed like he wanted to talk. Daniel was all for that. He wanted to know after all, however, some part of him didn’t. If he knew, he wondered if it would change anything… if he could even do anything. There was a chance that he couldn’t. His mouth opened before he clenched his teeth together again. He’d let him speak.

The lights were turned off. He relaxed his shoulders a bit; leaning back onto the door and closing his eyes for a movement before feeling Blake sit down next to him. It surprised him that he actually reached for his hand, but sometimes everyone needed some kind of support, even the High-and-Almighty Blake Knox. Instead, he stared down at the hand; almost curious to if he should hold it as well. For now, he just relaxed at the touch, waiting for the moment Blake was ready to speak… or do whatever really.

He started; Daniel flinched, taking a gulp in as if he wasn’t exactly ready to hear everything. There was no way he’d let him stop though. This was probably the only chance he’d get for Blake to open up to him, at least a bit. The start of the story really just sounded like how everyone usually was with changes, but the word he empathized on was none other than ‘roommate’. It was the same position to which Daniel held now. He was Blake’s roommate.

As soon as the words were spoken out, Daniel felt his hand clench around Blake’s. He was… raped? It was something he couldn’t exactly understand. Well, of course, he was pissed off at the guy, but he had no idea what kind of pain his roommate went through. His shoulders tensed up again as he took in a breath, trying to relax. He really shouldn’t be the one freaking out, yet he was. Blake was the one who should be freaking out.

He listened without uttering a word, a troubled expression just kept to his features as he stared down at their hands. There was a pause, a part where he could voice up something, but he kept biting down, wondering if his teeth would even break from all the clenching. The only thing that really shocked him was when he let go of his hand. A frown curled on his lips, but he didn’t dare to stop him either.

The last bit just made him snap a bit. Why are you apologizing to me… again? “No…” He voiced, twisting his body slightly. Daniel hesitated for a moment, thinking if it really would be okay to hug him. If not, well, he was fine if Blake wanted to push him away or something. Nah, he’d probably be a bit pissed off about that. “I’m sorry…” His voice cracked slightly before he wrapped his arms around his roommate and pulled him into a hug.

Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but it was all that came out while he tightened his grip, closing his eyes for a moment. It’s okay… I won’t allow him to hurt you. It sounded weird, too weird for him to say. The hug would just have to do for now. And he’d just have to hope that Blake didn’t get pissed at him for apologizing like he did. It wasn’t him apologizing about the rape, but more so that he felt guilty making him say everything… remember everything that had happened. Damnit.

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[Blake Knox]

I GOT THOSE LOVESICK BLUES

/dances/

I FEEL IT MORE THAN EVER

Daniel was silent through most of Blake's sob story. So when he finally spoke, Blake jumped a little. For a minute he thought he was speaking to himself, in a dark room. How that would suck. "No," Blake heard him murmur and saw the darkness shift slightly. "I'm sorry." Blake felt a little irritated. He didn't mean to tell the story to get Daniel's pity, or his apology. He told him because he wanted to. He opened his big, fat mouth to say something when he was pulled into a hug.

Blake was shocked, absolutely shocked. However, he did nothing to push Daniel away. Instead, he closed his eyes, feeling his grip tighten. God, this was so fucking awkward. But, it felt so much better than being alone. He didn't Daniel's arms to leave, not while he was holding him together. He felt like he would shatter if Daniel let go. Either that, or be very, very cold. Why was he so fucking cold?

Blake hesitantly wrapped his arms around Daniel in return. Fuck, what was he doing? He was still drunk, wasn't he? He let out a quiet laugh to keep from sobbing. "Why are you apologizing?" Blake asked quietly, "stupid. I told you everything because I wanted to." Blake sat there for a few more minutes. Just listening to their breathing in the dark. It was an awkward silence, but one he didn't want to end. Just sit there, forever, in a loose, comforting hug. One with his room mate, Daniel. Daniel.

But he couldn't. They had to get up early in the morning, and he was sure Daniel wanted to get to bed. He gave the boy a last squeeze, and slowly relaxed again. He let his hands slid, careless, off his back and gently pulled away. "We should get to be, I'm sure you are tried." With that he stood up and crossed the room, in the dark. Swearing quietly as he stubbed his toe on the bed's leg. "Ah fuck," he growled before sitting down.

He finally laid down, on the uncomfortable mattress, and pulled the blanket. Maybe he could finally get warm. He rolled over, to face Daniel's side of the room. Unsure, what to say, except two words, "Daniel, thank you." And like that he turned over to face the wall. Praying that he would get some sleep that night, and not wake up with a pounder. Most likely, he would. How was he supposed to face Daniel tomorrow, anyway? He had just confessed everything. The rape, his love, and fuck, he had fucking hugged him. This called for an awkward awakening.

SINKING IN MY CHEST LIKE A SHIP IN THE BLUE

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[Daniel Greyson]

BABY, I CAN BREAK YOU DOWN

onomnom~ <333 crappy, short-ish finishing post... lol xD;

It felt kind of weird to be hugging him, but comforting all the same. Maybe Daniel needed a hug too… or just felt like hugging someone. No, he just felt like hugging him. He relaxed when Blake didn’t push him away, but instead hugged him right back. A small smile curled on his lips, he was content now if anything. Pleased that his roommate actually had trusted him enough to tell him what happened, but also loving the fact that he could actually hug him too.

When he spoke of actually wishing to tell him, he couldn’t help but grin a bit more. It was like they actually had a moment where they could be friends… stand on the same level and enjoy each other’s company. “Yeah… thank you,” he murmured in a calmer tone. They just stayed as they were for a bit. Hugs were always soothing and since he left Wales, he really didn’t have anyone to hug. So, it was good for him too.

Daniel slowly let go as soon as he started to move. It was fine, he was okay. Everything at least seemed okay. That would do for now, right? Things would be okay, right? And what Blake said was true. He was tired, but he was sure his roommate was as well. Though, he almost felt like it was a good thing that it was dark. Otherwise Blake would have seen him grinning like an idiot, which wouldn’t exactly rest well in his mind.

He stood up, glancing over when he heard his roommate bump into something, raising an eyebrow before carefully walking over towards his own side of the room and plopping down onto his bed. Slipping of his navy tee and jeans off, tossing them over towards the end of his bed and then he crawled under the covers. He glanced over towards Blake’s direction as he heard his voice. Slightly surprised at the ‘thank you’, but accepting it nonetheless. “Night.”

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