already lonely ( open )

[Daniel Greyson]

IT'S ALL MY FAULT TODAY

open to anyone... though, i warn you, daniel is sulking, feeling horrible and shit, so i dunno what will happen. so, don't kill me if something random happens. lol |x

backdated to 24th to 25th around 11-12 pm. after this thread if you must know... which explains his current mood. lol okay, i'll stop now. </3;

What am I doing here? It was only the night or so before when he had been at this place, completely dreading even stepping near it. Yet, he was here again, not exactly knowing what he was looking for. They had fought – Daniel and Blake had fought – over being roommates. It wasn’t like the Welsh boy should care about it anyway; it wasn’t like they really knew each other or anything. But, he did care… he had thought they had finally been marked as friends. Blake slapped him. Bitch slapped… yeah.

Shaking his head, his lip curled in a sneer. The pounding music along with the strong smell of booze was familiar, but not very soothing. It, however, distracted him from thoughts that would only wrap him more into a depressing fit. A hand moved upwards, his fingers coiled in his brown bangs while he leaned forward, sitting on a rare seat he was lucky enough to find. He stared downwards, watching everyone’s feet dance to whatever music was now playing.

Shifting, he wondered if he should just go home, but he didn’t exactly have a home to run back to. Blake probably wouldn’t accept him back anytime soon. Plus, he was too pissed to really crawl back to him anyway. Next on his list was his brother, Wynn, who was a senior, but… that was the problem. He just had to be a year older. Snorting, he leaned back, letting his head relax on the wall behind him while he stared at the ceiling, almost tempted to go buy some random drink for the hell of it.

Yet, if he moved, he knew his seat would be stolen in a matter of seconds. Everyone was drunk as shit or at least getting there. Daniel had just been lucky enough to sneak in without much of a care from the guards. It didn’t really surprise him that some kids even younger than him got addicted to this shit. They were able to get away with it, after all. Daniel didn’t agree with it. That, however, didn’t mean he wouldn’t take advantage of it when need be.

“Whatever,” he murmured, truly feeling mind fucked and as if his personality did a complete three-sixty. Believe it or not, he wasn’t some emo kid who would sulk in the corner all the time… he was just having a moment, a moment that hopefully didn’t last.

I'M SORRY FOR THE WAY I WAS TO YOU, IT'S ALL WRONG YOU SEE

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[Gregory Brandenberg]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK

ooc: I'm stealing this before anyone else does. XD I don't care what the plot is, I have been dying to roleplay with Daniel. Hopefully he can find a shoulder to cry on with Zayne.


Was it just a little bit irresponsible to be heading into a night club right after his first day on campus? Hell, Zayne hadn't even been in Eddingborough long enough to find his dorm. He had dropped off his dufflebags in the lobby for crying out loud. The music coming from Fabric had attracted him ever since he got close enough to hear; it was his kind of music. Besides, Zayne and rhythms were attracted to each other like two magnets. It was too much of a challenge to just stay away.

Zayne didn't know what to expect out of this new all-boys' school. He supposed that there were bound to be some homosexual guys, but that didn't scare him off. It didn't matter if you were purple polka-dotted; either you were a decent person or not. And as long as you were somewhat nice to him, you could always find a friend in Zayne.

If there was one thing that Zayne was especially glad of, it was the fact that he hadn't met his roommate. Those kinds of relationships went one of two ways; enemies or friends. And, frankly, Zayne wasn't up to making any enemies at this point in time; he was too jet-lagged to be messed with. The flight from Ohio to London left him in a 5 hour time difference. While most in London were settling down, Zayne was fully awake.

It wasn't all that surprising that Fabric was flooded with people at this time of night; it seemed like a pretty popular place to begin with. So, when Zayne saw an open seat next to the bar, he practically ran to it. Not that he particularly wanted to sit by any means; he had done enough of that on the plane. But, he didn't care to dance either, so the option of sitting won.

Dark eyes skimmed across the room as he tapped his foot to the beat. Why were they playing the artist SafetySuit in a night club? Zayne wasn't that much of a fan of the band, but that seemed completely wrong to take the lyrics to the song and put it behind some bee-box music. Zayne nearly scowled to himself; that should be a crime.

As he looked around, Zayne finally came to notice the boy sitting directly to his left and he nearly jumped. Damn, had he been sitting there before? It was a good chance that he had been; Zayne had been to preoccupied to really take note of his direct surroundings. For the entire time that he had even been in London, it had felt like a dream. Why was he even here? He was a bit of a homebody to begin with; so why had he spent hours upon hours to escape the place?

The matter of getting behind the guards had been easy enough for Zayne; they hadn't been there by the time he entered. Hell, the brunette just realized how there had to be an age-limit to get in; the place was stocked with nothing but alcohol and badly recorded music. Even as he noticed this, he knew there wasn't a chance that he was going back to the school; he had hardly been inside the place for 10 minutes and he wasn't leaving until he had to.

And if he wasn't going to leave for a while, he may as well have some fun. He considered getting a drink; he had never had one before. That'd be irresponsible too, wouldn't it? To get drunk on his first night at the school? So Zayne let that thought pass him by; he'd save that adventure for day two at Eddingborough.

“Whatever,” Zayne's attention turned to the boy sitting beside him at the word and his lips moved in his familiar twitch. He hadn't even thought to ask if this seat he was in was open; that was rude. Zayne considered getting up but then shook his head. The guy next to him would just get over it.

"Oh, erm, sorry... mate?" They said that here in London, right? They called people mate? Zayne hoped that his home accent or behaviors didn't speak out to this possible London-native boy. Zayne was trying to blend in the best that he could, although his blue and green Converse sneakers allowed him the ability to stand out from the crowd. "Was, uh, this seat taken?"

Zayne felt a little lame now. Would it be worse to try to make conversation? "So... uh... how are you, ol' chap?" Zayne's face grew more red slightly as his lips again twitched. He felt ridiculous talking like this. But maybe the other would forgive him soon enough so that Zayne could act like himself.

JUST AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME
THE BEST OF US CAN FIND HAPPINESS IN MISERY

Lyrics @ Fall Out Boy
Character / Post @ Sarah on esfb

[Daniel Greyson]

IT'S ALL MY FAULT TODAY

i'm surpriseddd... really. ; xD and sorry this is kinda short. >.<;

He really didn’t pay attention to the empty seat beside him let alone the people who danced over towards the bar asking for more of whatever blasted drink they threw down their throats. Instead, he was just keeping to the beat, listening to the song and trying to kill the temptation to bang his head through the wall. His eyes were narrowed, barely paying much to anything as he kept them perked towards the ceiling.

When he heard a reply to the single word he spoke, his eyes flashed downwards, staring at the person who seemed to have planted themselves down at the seat that was empty before. A shock expression curled on his facial features for a few seconds before his lips sunk back into a frown.

“No,” he mumbled in a reply, not really wishing to speak to anyone. The guy probably just mistook what he voiced earlier. Though, he was surprised that someone actually heard him over the beat of the music. His blue-green eyes stared at the stranger for a moment before he decided to finish. “You’re fine.”

The first thing he had really noticed was the fact that he didn’t really hold an English accent. A foreigner? Well, it wasn’t like Daniel made it his mission to sprout out English sayings. He just spoke however he really felt, having them slip out once in awhile. His Welsh accent wasn’t even that thick either.

Shifting, he turned his attention to the bartender who was handing off a glass to some lady who was just dancing around, of course. Daniel, starting to feel a bit uneasy, wondered if he really should get going. Yet, there wasn’t a place he could go back to… once again. He just felt kinda… out of it even if he hadn’t really drunken anything.

The guy spoke again, this time he wasn’t so surprised, just a bit annoyed that he seemed to wish to start up some conversation that Daniel wasn’t in the mood for. I really don’t believe you’d wish to know, good sir. There was a desire to go ahead and scream out what all happened to this poor stranger. Yet, he just bit his lip, trying to come up with what he should say.

“Umm…” Shifting, he glanced over towards him while taking in a deep breath. Talking to someone he didn’t know could distract his thoughts after all. So, the idea was a bit more open ended. Though, what they’d talk about was beyond him. “Okay, I guess… you?”

He glanced back over towards the bartender, almost wishing to order something up that he knew he shouldn’t. Getting drunk probably would make everything worse, but he could have a few moments of fun. Alcohol was usually something he never dared to lean on though. Daniel just shook his head, moving his hand out in an offer to shake the guy’s hand instead. “Daniel.”

I'M SORRY FOR THE WAY I WAS TO YOU, IT'S ALL WRONG YOU SEE

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[Gregory Brandenberg]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK

There was a good chance that if Zayne would have known of the foul mood that loomed over Daniel, he would have left him alone. Zayne knew what it was like to brood in silence; he preferred that alternative more than sharing his own feelings with others, especially those that he didn't know very well. However, Zayne thought he was just being polite when he spoke to the other.

A small wave of relief overcame him as the other told Zayne that he had not over-stepped his bounds after all. Zayne smiled somewhat, and his nervous twitch delayed before coming to a complete halt. He hadn't done anything wrong after all, even if the boy didn't sound too enthused to be having a conversation.

One thing that was certainly contrary to Zayne's beliefs was blending into a crowd. While he embraced originality, he certainly didn't want to be so different from people that he was a 'freak'. It was foolish and stupid to try and pretend that he was English, but if he had a chance of getting by with it and blending in, then he would go for it. Now that the plan had backfired however, he wouldn't hold himself back.

Listening had never been an issue for Zayne in the past; a lot of his friends came to him to tell him of their miseries. And, if they asked for it, he tried to help. Otherwise, he was just a free over-the-phone therapist. If Daniel had told Zayne about everything that had happened with Blake, Zayne would have only been mildly surprised.

“Okay, I guess… you?” Lies. Zayne thought it was pretty easy to see that the boy sitting next to him wasn't having an 'okay, I guess' kind of day. Really, the kid looked a little pissed off at the world, if not saddened by it. Zayne took his answer in stride with a shrug. "Eh, alright I suppose." His day hadn't been terrible just.... busy. 3 airplane flights, 2 layovers, 6 take offs and landings.

Zayne's eyes began to wonder around the room as he still faced the other. As Daniel looked towards the drinks, Zayne was again reminded of his fascination. How long would it take him to get drunk, anyway? A couple shots? Zayne had never been around alcohol; his parents only drank at weddings or when he and his siblings were out somewhere else. There was never beer in the house, and if there was you would be killed for even looking at the bottles for too long.

Reaching into his back pocket, Zayne pulled out some odd amount of cash; that would be enough to buy at least one drink right? He smiled at Daniel however and shook his free right hand with the cash in his left. "Gregory Zayne, or whichever you prefer." Zayne had never been that picky about his name; Andrea called him Gregory, his mother called him Gregory Zayne while everyone else called him Zayne. Either way he would respond to one of the three.

He rose his hand slightly and waved towards the bartender. "Hey, bartender." As she started in his direction, Zayne turned towards Daniel. "You want something?" It would be kinda lame to drink by himself, wouldn't it? Especially if he got drunk, despite his 'moral code'. He just wanted to get drunk to say that he did; it was part of the freedom that he wanted to experience.

"I'll take... uh, a beer," Zayne said as he turned towards the bartender again. It was obvious that the boy hadn't drank before, what with the hesitation in his voice.

JUST AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME
THE BEST OF US CAN FIND HAPPINESS IN MISERY

Lyrics @ Fall Out Boy
Character / Post @ Sarah on esfb

[Daniel Greyson]

IT'S ALL MY FAULT TODAY

i hope you don't mind me moving it along a bit and sorry he's not very... talkative. >.<;

Daniel slightly cursed at himself. It was always easy to see his mood like an open book, something he really didn’t like at times. People would come over and ask him if he was okay or would completely ignore him. At times, he didn’t know what was best. Usually he went with the ‘ignoring is better’, but sometimes, he welcomed someone’s warmth to help him out. At the moment, he was in a mood to which he didn’t know where to lean, only wishing he could go back home and not have to deal with anything… take the cowards way out.

He glanced back over towards the guy sitting next to him as he replied. The question had been something that everyone seemed to ask even if they already knew what was going through the other’s mind or… if they didn’t even want to be asked the question. Shifting, he gave a nod, offering up a small smile for the hell of it all. Perhaps he’d relax after awhile and not have to deal with much.

Beer just looked all the more tempting.

He introduced his name, snapping him into reality once more as their hands shook. Gregory Zayne…? At first, he thought that he had introduced both his first and last names, but kind of wondered after he told him that Daniel could call him either one or both… kind of confusing. He decided that whatever named he blurted out first would be what he’d call him. Whatever works, right?

When he called over to the bartender, his eyes glanced between the two before resting on Zayne as he asked him if he wanted anything. He bit down on his lip, debating whether to take the chance to throw some alcohol down his throat for once or back out like he usually did. It was one of those moments were the good side of him was fighting the not so good side. “Uhh… sure?”

The temptation was a bit too much. He’d drink a beer and leave, sleep on some park bench or something. Or if he had the guts to, come back late and crawl under the covers in hope of Blake being asleep and not really paying attention. Yeah, that sounded okay too. “Yeah, I’ll take one too,” he added in after Zayne’s comment towards the bartender, really not knowing what to expect.

He shuffled through his pocket, pulling out some pounds to pay for his before watching the bartender go over, grabbing two mugs and pouring in the alcoholic drink. A shiver ran up his spine. Am I really going to do this? Last time he had gotten drunk… well, it didn’t end out all pretty. Vomiting was something he hated, even feared. One drink wouldn’t hurt… probably.

The bartender didn’t take long, leaving the two beers in front of them. Daniel glanced over towards Zayne, starting to wonder if he’d do anything. Do anything that involved getting himself kidnapped or murdered in some alleyway. His brow frowned, raising an eyebrow before looking back at the beer. … Oh well? Shifting, he reached forward, grabbing the one placed in front of him and hesitantly looking at it. Gulping, he leaned back, taking a slip out of it first then taking a mouthful. It still tasted good to him, at least.

I'M SORRY FOR THE WAY I WAS TO YOU, IT'S ALL WRONG YOU SEE

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[Gregory Brandenberg]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK

Haha, you're just fine. No worries.

Zayne was the kind of person who wanted to help anyone and everyone in whatever ways he could. And even if he was a people-pleaser, he had personal boundaries. Such as not meddling in the affairs of other that he didn't know well. So while he had the impression that the world was spiraling down for Daniel, he wouldn't necessarily comment on it. If the boy wanted to tell him, Zayne would listen with open ears the best that he could.

"So... you from around here?" By now, Zayne had completely abandoned his Englishman facade; there was no point in pretending. "I personally just flew in today, but England seems pretty nice." Well, what parts of London he had seen upon the three hours of his arrival seemed okay. The only places he had been was the airport, Eddingborough and now this night club.

Zayne had gotten some pretty weird reactions to his name in the past, Daniel's slight reaction was nothing. While his first name was Gregory, his mother often ran his two names together, as if they were meant to be all in one. Zayne didn't really care for his first name, however, and often went by his middle name. But, he wasn't picky like some other people were about their name; if you called him Chuck he probably would have responded.

To order a drink had never been a big moral conflict for Zayne; he had been told that alcohol could really mess you up, but where was the danger in one drink? Well, he would have one to start with, anyway; there were no promises that he was going to have just one.

Zayne placed his pounds on the bar as Daniel pulled out his own. "It's on me," he offered a brief smile. He didn't mind paying for him; while Zayne didn't have much money at his home, he was pretty loaded now. His parents weren't going to send him off to a foreign country without some cash.

As the drinks sat before them, Zayne looked at the mugs curiously. The white foam that clung to the top of the drink reminded him of soda, such as from carbonation or something like that. When Daniel reached to take the beer, Zayne checked back into reality and took his own mug. He brought it to his mouth and took a long drawl before frowning. Well... what was the perk of beer again? It certainly didn't taste that great... Zayne considered putting the mug down and leaving it.

He would at least finish the glass, Zayne decided. Then, he just wouldn't order another one, unless the beer-taste grew on him over time. Or maybe he would be drunk by the next drink; Zayne personally didn't know what to expect, and the thought thrilled him.

Zayne was a little troubled with how quiet the other boy was; was he alright? Zayne knew what it was like to be shy, but he just wasn't shy himself. It was just that Daniel seemed to be something other than shy... like something monumental was bothering him under his skin. Like something had really walked him into this club tonight; something that needed to be relieved or forgotten.

"And, I'm not sure that I believe that you're doing 'okay'. How's your day really gone?" What was he doing?! The words poured out from his mouth like word-vomit. No way was he drunk yet; Zayne didn't know exactly why he spoke his thoughts aloud. His cheeks reddened slightly and his lips twitched. Maybe drinking hadn't been a good idea after all; he wasn't even drunk and he was making foolish mistakes.

JUST AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME
THE BEST OF US CAN FIND HAPPINESS IN MISERY

Lyrics @ Fall Out Boy
Character / Post @ Sarah on esfb

[Daniel Greyson]

IT'S ALL MY FAULT TODAY

okay, i kinda like this post. XD

The question was something he didn’t exactly expect. He was born and raised as a Welsh boy in Wales with an older brother who was never really home and laid back parents. His history wasn’t very interesting and it always surprised him when people asked about it. Sure, he was curious about other people too, but somehow, really never asked about their past. He was the type who only counted for who they were now… well, unless they really wish to spill their guts about some dramatic history they had. Then, he’d probably judge a bit. It happens.

“No,” he paused, listening to him comment about just arriving to England. Giving a nod, Daniel agreed that England, well, at least London, was a nice place. It wasn’t as cloudy as Wales was. Something he wasn’t completely used to, yet liked the change anyway. “London’s… different, in a good way, at least. I moved here not long ago for school.” He didn’t comment about coming from Wales or anything else. The information he gave would be enough, right? Daniel could only be a bit wary about Zayne, a complete stranger to him.

His head tilted towards him, raising an eyebrow as Zayne told him he’d pay for it. Glancing down at his own pounds, he looked back over, debating whether he should go along with that. Even though it was a nice offer and all, Daniel didn’t wish to cause any trouble if he happened to have more than one drink. Though, he told himself that he’d only have one. Otherwise, he knew he’d go overboard. Shifting, he gave a slight nod of his head, hesitantly putting the money back into his pocket. “Thanks.”

Gulping, he wasn’t completely used to depending on people like he has been since he came to London. It was different to the point he feared that he’d get used to this treatment. Usually it was him offering the pay for stuff or paying along anyway like a stubborn mule. Right now, Daniel was kind of relaxed, cautious, but calmer than he had been. Maybe it was because of the booze in the air or the pounding of the music, yet, it didn’t matter. He’d be okay.

Taking another slip out of the beer, he gently set it on the bar before glancing around till his eyes laid back on Zayne. We are going to talk, right? He finally admitted that he was being a bit too quiet, leaning on the poor guy for him to talk and for Daniel to just put a few words here and there. It was how it usually was unless the other person was shier than him… or if he was in the mood to talk. Neither of those seemed to be the situation.

It was always when he started to settle down that people would bring up a subject he didn’t like. Apparently, even this guy who he only knew for a few minutes or so did the same. He bit down on his lip, trying to keep from sneering or blurting out something he really didn’t want to. Perhaps it was the beer talking, but he wanted to ramble out his problems to poor Zayne. Yet, he wasn’t drunk… so it wasn’t going to happen. Daniel was too stubborn for that.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured under his breath, staring down at his beer instead of Zayne. At least he managed to speak up something without snapping. He didn’t want to be rude to the poor guy who did nothing just because he was in a horrible mood. “But… thanks.” For worrying…? There was a chance that he was simply curious too, but, whatever worked. Taking in a deep breath, he grabbed his beer, gulping down a mouthful or two before resting it back on the bar. Damn… don’t get all awkward now.

I'M SORRY FOR THE WAY I WAS TO YOU, IT'S ALL WRONG YOU SEE

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[Gregory Brandenberg]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK

I am so sorry for the lateness of this post... I misunderstood. And, I hope this post isn't too terrible...

Beer was one of the most foul, bitter things that Zayne had ever drank... and yet he kept ordering shot after shot and glass after glass for himself and his new found... friend? Okay, so Zayne had a feeling that he and Daniel weren't to that point, but as he continued to drink the night away, his social awkwardness began to melt away, as did his twitch. Not to mention the fact that the hour hand on his watch had managed to spin around the clock face one and a half times already.

For a while there, their conversation did become awkward. Gregory had half expected the other to vent some of his feelings; Zayne had made it pretty clear that he didn't mind. And yet, Daniel had remained closed. That left them at a lack of a conversation. However, during the time of awkwardness, Zayne did come to learn that he and Daniel attended the same school, which was a relief. At least he knew somebody now.

As the drinks continued to 'find' their ways down his throat and into his stomach, Zayne's head became gradually light headed, and his attitude a little giddy. He wasn't drunk just yet... he was getting there fast. "So... what is your problem, eh?" Again, he hardly realized what he was saying. But, maybe his drunken loose lips would be nothing compared to Daniel.

"I can tell you're festering a hell of a wound, man. You can tell me... who the hell am I gonna tell? Zayne laughed lightly and set his glass down. "My home is thousands of miles away from here, and you're the first person I've met in this God-forsaken place."

Their conversation continued to pour just as easily as the alcohol did from the pitchers to their glasses. Zayne thought the two of them were having a fairly good conversation; or maybe that was just the beer talking after all. "And, besides," Zayne said after another moment or two of thinking. "I'm probably going to get so plastered that I won't remember none of this." Again, he chuckled lightly and looked the other head on.

Maybe he was demanding a bit much; they had just met. But, it wasn't like Daniel was a hindrance to him... and it at least gave them something to talk about. And, frankly, Zayne would rather listen about the other boy's problems than to have to talk about himself to fill the void.

JUST AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME
THE BEST OF US CAN FIND HAPPINESS IN MISERY

Lyrics @ Fall Out Boy
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[Daniel Greyson]

nah, you're fine. <3 i feel so bad for poor Zayne. Dx

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His head hurt… it was ringing. He almost felt like he was up in the clouds by the time he drowned a few shots. Drinking was something he promised himself not to do, yet, here he was coughing down one after the other like some true alcoholic. The bartender didn’t really even pay attention to the two, just glanced over once in awhile… kind of. Daniel really didn’t give a shit at the moment. He was on cloud nine for all he knew.

Muffling a breath, he leaned back, his head feeling a bit heavy like he was about to pass out at any moment. Am I drunk…? Shaking his head, the Welsh boy narrowed an eye and stared at Zayne as he asked about his problem again. He sneered in reply, grabbing the rest of a shot and leaned his head back to take it. “You’re really annoying, you know that? I told you, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But you know what I don’t get? I don’t get what in the world I did to him, you know? I thought everything was going all nice and good. Like… we’re friends or something! Yeah, yeah! Then, he tells me he doesn’t want to anymore…” His speech slurred over the place. Words that he normally wouldn’t say came through his lips in a never ending pattern.

Why he was actually telling Zayne this was blamed on the alcohol that ran through his system, or maybe he really wanted to shrug this weight off of his shoulders. Which, he didn’t know. Perhaps it was even a mixture of both. Either way, he went off into his own drunken world to spray out exactly what he didn’t want to.

Shifting, he leaned forward, his forehead planted on the edge of the bar while he tried to organize at least some of his thoughts. His mind was twisting, turning and he could only help but feel completely sick to his stomach. Daniel’s face was paled with him only feeling worse instead of being the type who’d get up and do a weird dance without thinking.

Zayne had brought up not remembering it, and for the sanity Daniel wished to hold, he hoped to dear god that he didn’t.

His hands moved clumsily over to his pocket, pulling out his cell and flipping it open while hitting the contact button quickly. The first name on the list…

For a moment, he just stared at it, almost longingly before finally hitting the button to send the call through. He quickly moved the phone to his ear, wondering if the guy would actually pick up to his number. There was a high chance his ‘roommate’ would just ignore it and continue on with whatever he was doing.

It didn’t take very long at all till he heard his voice. His shoulders loosened up automatically. Daniel didn’t really pay at all attention to what he spoke, hearing a question before hearing his name. A whimper escaped his lips, sighing with relief. Instead of answering up, he just closed his eyes, like everything was a dream… if only it was, then he wouldn’t have dealt with everything.

“Blake…” He finally voiced out his name, it was all he could really muster without going off and asking him a million questions that would probably make everything a lot worse than it was. So, he sat there with his forehead to the bar, with his phone to his ear and a troubled look planted on his face.

That, however, didn’t last long before he flung his phone over towards Zayne, practically ignoring if he was doing something else. He stood up on a dime, turning and dashing over towards the bathroom with a hand over his mouth. Oh god no, please no… Vomiting was the one thing he hated the most.

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[Gregory Brandenberg]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK

Haha, I don't know why you're all so sad for him. XD I enjoy this rather much.

“You’re really annoying, you know that? I told you, I don’t want to talk about it.” Zayne himself lightly sneered and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Be that way," he muttered into his drink. That was a tad bit of a buzz kill. However, with a few more sips in his system, Zayne wasn't nearly as mad by the time Daniel really began to fess up what was on his mind.

“But you know what I don’t get? I don’t get what in the world I did to him, you know? I thought everything was going all nice and good. Like… we’re friends or something! Yeah, yeah! Then, he tells me he doesn’t want to anymore…” Daniel spoke to him as if he had already spilled out his life story; Zayne really didn't know who 'he' was, or anything... but he got the gist of everything that was happening. A friend who was pissed off at him, and Daniel didn't know why. Zayne's smile gradually fell; okay, so Daniel had a real reason to be pissed afterall.

"That's tough, man," Zayne said quietly, followed by another drink. "Well... fuck that guy. He sounds like an ass." Where did Zayne get the knowledge of that? He didn't have any clue.... but Blake sounded like an ass to him, at least, and he hadn't met the guy.

As Daniel leaned his head to the bar, Zayne's nose wrinkled. He wasn't going to puke right here, was he? While Zayne wasn't afraid of the bodily function, he certainly didn't enjoy it. Zayne lasped into a silence as he watched, and prepared to get up in case the guy did get sick; no way in hell was that shit ending up on his shoes. While Daniel had fallen into silence, Zayne could hear his whisper. "Blake? Who the hell is Blake? My name is Zayne man." He said, thinking that Daniel had forgotten his name.

Suddenly, Daniel stood up in a rush with a hand over his mouth and Zayne flinched. Shit, shit don't puke on me! Zayne jumped as something landed in his lap, only it was a phone rather than excrement. It made noise as he fumbled to hold it; had Daniel been calling someone? Zayne struggled to press it to his ear. "Uh... H-hello?" He was tempted to just end the call.

"HEY, HEY" The person on the phone said. Zayne slowly pulled the phone away from his ear due to the sudden volume.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHERE IS DANIEL? WHATS WRONG WITH HIM?" "Dude, could you tone it down a bit?! I'm Zayne... I'm here at Fabric's... and I don't know where the fuck Daniel went... He had to piss or something... maybe puke... he just threw the phone at me, okay? Who the fuck is this, huh?" Zayne's eyes narrowed slightly, although whoever it was on the phone couldn't see him.

At that moment, all Zayne heard through the phone was a dial tone. After all that, and the asshole hung up on him?! Zayne rolled his eyes as he closed the phone and put it down on the bar. He glanced once to the bathroom, and then back to take another gulp of his drink. This was turning out just lovely.

JUST AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME
THE BEST OF US CAN FIND HAPPINESS IN MISERY

Lyrics @ Fall Out Boy
Character / Post @ Sarah on esfb

[Blake Knox]

using my sexy format from Alcatraz <3. Keke, Blake is back. Please do enjoy~

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Blake had not expected that. Not at all. He had just been with Gabe, and then he heard his phone go off. He dove off the bed, and rummaged through his jean pockets to grab it. His heart stopping for a second as he read the caller ID. Daniel. He was calling him! Blake quickly flipped open the phone. He forgot the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring him, and that Gabriel was just a few feet away from him. He swallowed down the discomfort, that threatened to explode from him at any moment, and answered. "Hello? Are you okay, Daniel?" He didn't know why he chose those words. Those stupid words. Was he okay? Probably not. But he had called Blake. That was something, wasn't it? It was might of been to vent. To yell at him for being so selfish. To tell him to go away forever, and if that were true... Blake would listen. But there was not a word of reply.

"Daniel.... are you there?" his own insecurity was flushed into his words. Wondering if it was just false hope that Daniel was listening. Maybe he had accidentally dialed the number through is pocket. What if someone had stolen his phone? What if he just wanted to mess with Blake. No, no, that was not Daniel. He wouldn't do such a thing. Would he? The thought made his heart throb up into his throat. He felt like a fucking thirteen year old girl, on the phone with her first boyfriend. Wondering what he said would hurt, or even be noticed. It was irritating. But he still cradled the phone against his ear, to shield from Gabriel's protests. So he might try to catch a glimpse of Daniel's voice. "Dan-"

"Blake." He was there. He was listening. He said his name. Blake almost felt the phone slip from his fingers. Caught, there, speechless and heartbroken. His voice was barely a whisper, and it did not sound good. "Daniel? Hello? Daniel?" he regained his voice, but by that time the other boy wasn't answering. He feared he had thrown away his phone. "HEY HEY!" he cried, desperation reaching and gnawing at his gut. There was no fucking way this was happening!

And then a different voice answered. One he hadn't heard before. How the fuck did they get his phone? Who was this shit face who dared steal Daniel's phone from him. From their conversation. It was not to be tolerated. "Who are you?" he snapped, leaving no place for reply before purging forward, "where is Daniel? What's wrong with him?"

"Dude, could you tone it down a bit?! I'm Zayne... I'm here at Fabric's... and I don't know where the fuck Daniel went... He had to piss or something... maybe puke... he just threw the phone at me, okay? Who the fuck is this, huh?" Blake listened intently, ready to snap at the boy on the other end.. But there was no time to waste. Daniel was at Fabrics, possibly sick. He snapped his phone shut, and huddled around the room to snatch his boxers, jeans, and wrinkled shirt. Not that it mattered to him.

And now here he was. After a small fight with Gabe, whom tried to stop a man on mission, he was racing down to Fabrics at top speed. Yelling irritably at the cab driver to hurry up, and checking his phone every ten seconds to see if by some miracle Daniel would call again. The irony was that just last night he had been the one calling Daniel drunk. Daniel was drunk, right? Why else would he be throwing up at Fabrics? Put one and two together and the situation became quite clear to him.

At last the cab pulled up to the familiar building, and Blake threw a few bills at him before hopping out of the car. A bit irritated to be back already, but mostly worried for Daniel. Wondering why he called Blake. Was he mad at Blake? Did he just want revenge on him for what he did to him? Or was it because he wanted to talk? Or did he truly depend on Blake? A part of him desired this, but he knew he shouldn't. Not after what he had said earlier that day.

Blake pushed through the crowd, making his way toward the bathroom. Ignoring the off handed comments at his behavior. Such as, watch it man, fuck off, what's his problem? Everything. He didn't know what to feel at the moment, and he was scared of completely blowing up. Because he felt so close to it.

Half kicking the restroom door open, he peeked over at the stalls. Pausing, and wondering if Daniel had already left the stalls. But sure enough, he saw the boy sitting there. On the floor. Another boy not to far away. Blake felt a sting. A sting that came straight from the heart. Was this the phone jerk? Daniel had called him. Not this prick. Irritated, he pressed past the boy, to get a good look at his room mate. Goddamn. He looked like shit. He probably felt like shit. Blake felt like shit; it infective just by looking at him. He gently pushed Daniel's bangs aside, and smiled softly. God, he shouldn't be so happy to see him. Not in these circumstances. Not under any. He felt the urge to wrap his arms around the boy and give him a hug. Tell him everything was a lie. That he wanted to be the one Daniel leaned on. He wanted to be the one he could call. His safety net. He would even settle for just his friend.

He switched his gaze back to Zayne, his eyes hardening a little, "Zayne I presume? How the fuck did he get like this? You made him drink?" his jaw tightened irritably, "no, never mind. I don't want to hear any shit from you. Just call a cab. I'm taking him back." A part of Blake knew that he shouldn't be angry with the poor boy, but another part just wanted to blow up in his face. A totally irrational, part of himself. He was the one who didn't really belong there. Not after what he did. This was mostly his fault.

He turned back toward Daniel. "Daniel... what did you do to yourself?" he mumbled quietly. Getting up to wet a towelette and press it carefully about his forehead and face. Trying to relieve him of some of the discomfort. As he patted down, the words that escaped his mouth were uneasy. Hardly a whisper, but something that shouldn't have gotten out. He wasn't supposed to be doing this. But they just escaped him without permission, but not without sincerity. "Sorry."

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[Daniel Greyson]

mehh... |x

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He wanted to go back… he wanted to go home. Was it for that reason he had called Blake? Or was it just because he wanted to know what was actually going on? ‘Both’ was the likely answer. He leaned forward, throwing his guts up as he tried to at least balance him well enough. Maybe just tipping over would be okay. Yet, the bathroom ground didn’t look very welcoming at all… which probably was the only reason he tried as hard as he did to keep himself from falling over.

Finally, it seemed like his stomach decided to give him mercy and stop with the puking, for now at least. His right arm was on the side of the stall, his head against it while his left was pressured to keep him seated. Staring down at the puke was like hell to him… and he was sure he looked like he had been chewed up and spit back out.

Just staring at it made him chuck up another mouthful of whatever had been his lunch. He groaned, shifted a bit before reaching his hand over and flushing down the puke so he really wouldn’t have to stare at it anymore. The door kicked open; his eyebrow would be rising if he wasn’t so… tired right now. He mustered up enough strength to glanced over, however, and saw Blake.

Oh god. Zayne must have told him that they were here or something… because Blake really was here, unless he was dreaming. If he really was dreaming though, he’d probably wish for a better one. Whatever would happen with the two from here on, he didn’t know. He didn’t want to fight; rather, he’d want to forget if anything.

Blake didn’t want him as a friend or a roommate.

It was a hopeless cause that he only grasped onto by a string. At any moment, that string would snap. Whether it would break apart on its own over time or be pulled on was the question. The second was always the most painful, the path Daniel hated to take. While the other was like they’d forget everything…

He could distant himself, he simply didn’t exactly want to.

His eyes opened, not really realizing he had closed them when he felt a hand brush back his bangs. It was Blake… and he was smiling. Why he was smiling was something he didn’t understand. His eyes just narrowed ever-so-slightly at the touch. He didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything besides stare.

Blake turned his attention to poor Zayne, in which he hoped that nothing would start from the whole deal that was pretty much his own fault in the first place. His head was ringing with pain instead, as he watched the two in blurry vision, barely making them out. He wanted to pass out, sleep away everything and relax back at the dorm and wish morning never came.

When Blake turned over towards Daniel again, he muffled out a sigh before moving so he sat upright without his arm on the side of the stall. He didn’t know what he could possibly say to him. There was a chance that he could half his ass through this, but that might not work. Blake knew him at least well enough that he couldn’t lie, right? Hell, he didn’t know.

“I ordered the drinks… ‘cause alcohol tastes good…” He finally spoke up. What he said wasn’t a lie; actually it was pretty much the truth. He was sulking and wanted to have a few drinks, that was all.

“Don’t worry… I’ve gotten drunk before… Wynn-…” His thoughts were spoken aloud again; maybe he wasn’t even trying to keep quiet. Whatever it was, he spoke along like nothing was seriously wrong. He relax anyway as Blake pressed a towel to his face. It was comforting, something that kind of reminded him of home almost… a bit different then it though.

He moved, leaning on his roommate instead of trying to balance himself. Of course, Daniel trusted him. Blake had done the same – in his opinion – with him when it came to telling what all had happened. Now it was just the opposite. He was here for Daniel instead of the other way around. “Sorry… I called you…” His mind wasn’t completely working like normal, but at least he still kept to his manners… kind of.

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[Gregory Brandenberg]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK

Sorry that this post is: A, late and B, short. I'm really tired and school starts tomorrow... so my muse is low.

As Zayne was left with an empty call and a couple of shots, he headed towards the bathroom. What else could he do? Sure, he wasn't really quite 'friends' with Daniel, but Zayne was all the other had right now. And besides, Zayne felt somewhat responsible; he had offered the drinks to the guy. Of course it had been only Daniel's fault that he accepted them... that fact didn't diminish the responsibility Zayne felt; his little twitch had started up again without his notice.

He looked around the white-tile room, smelling of only booze, piss and puke. It wasn't very long until he found the other; although he had some privacy from the stall-walls around him, Daniel was left to sit and practically hug the porcelain bowl. Zayne bit down on his lip before approaching the stall. "Daniel?" he said uncertainly, and gently pressed against the door; hell, he hoped that Daniel didn't mind privacy. "You okay man?" As if to answer his question, Daniel leaned closer to the toilet once more. Zayne cringed, but didn't step forward to the other; he left plenty of space between the two of them in the handi-cap stall. He leaned against the safety rail and closed his eyes. "Man... I'm so sorry." Those words didn't even come to express his guilt.

As the door was kicked in, Zayne peeked his head out of the stall to find the shaken and pissed off Blake Knox. Zayne's eyes narrowed somewhat; although he really didn't know who it was, Blake already seemed like an ass to him. That was before he even spoke. When Blake did speak, however, Zayne glared. "Zayne I presume? How the fuck did he get like this? You made him drink?" Made him drink?! No. No, he didn't make him drink, asshole. As Zayne opened his mouth to answer, Blake cut him off: "no, never mind. I don't want to hear any shit from you. Just call a cab. I'm taking him back." That itself pissed Zayne off; he didn't like being brushed off like some nuisance of a child.

"Shove it up your ass," Zayne muttered, but blinked once as Daniel took the blame for ordering the drinks... which he hadn't really done... but Zayne wasn't going to correct him. He lapsed into silence once more; he would brood in silence as the two talked it out. Hell, he'd give Blake a piece of his mind later once everything was somewhat taken care of.

Even though Zayne wasn't in the mood to just listen to Blake, he took out a cell phone; he wasn't really sure whether it was his own or the one Daniel had thrown at him. He dialed a number for a cab, his speech a little slurred as he spoke softly.

Maybe this hadn't been one of the best ideas he had ever had. Sure, now he knew what it was like to get drunk, and he had met two boys who he assumed both attended his school. But, other than that, was this night really worth it?

JUST AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME
THE BEST OF US CAN FIND HAPPINESS IN MISERY

Lyrics @ Fall Out Boy
Character / Post @ Sarah on esfb

[Blake Knox]

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Blake felt irritated. Irritated that Zayne wanted to be some sort of a smart ass, and that Daniel had stood up for him. Well, some what, he took the credit for ordering the drink. Blake felt the urge to demand why, why he would do something so stupid. But the answer was already clear to him... It was his fault. Wasn't it? Or was he just being conceded, assuming it was about him. He stroked the boy's bangs from his face once more, and wiped his forehead clear of sweat. The facts all seemed to point at him though. This was his fault, and now he was pushing it at Zayne like a troublesome child. He would take the blame for his actions. He would take care of Daniel. So that boy could just fuck off.

"I'll shove something uncomfortable up your ass next time we met..." he murmured to himself. He didn't argue any further though. Because Zayne listened to him in the end, probably out of concern for Daniel. But Blake would take that. Besides, he didn't want to distress the boy in front of him any further. He would take care of this matter in private. When he could be a full out bitch. Where he could be the double sided Blake, someone he didn't want Daniel to see. It was funny, he never felt the need to protect his 'goodie-two-shoes' image in front of anyone besides his parents. It was a bit stupid, but he didn't want Daniel to really see the worst of him. Not that he hadn't already had a quick glimpse. But Blake felt the desire to be better.

“Don’t worry… I’ve gotten drunk before… Wynn-…” Blake froze at the sound of Wynn. Wynn Greyson? Wait- he stopped and thought. Daniel Greyson and Wynn Greyson... They were brothers? Daniel, was Wynn's little brother? The memories suddenly flooded back, and he had to bite his inner cheek to keep from laughing out right. Fate was funny, and it was cruel. Daniel, the boy would couldn't get over his girlfriend. The boy who pouted in the nightclub, and whom Blake had rescued. He was Wynn's little brother. Blake had fallen for his, well once, best friend's brother. How ridiculous, and stupid for him to not realize earlier. All the more reason to stay away from him. He wondered if Daniel had yet realized they had met once in the past. He probably would be a little ticked. Blake had teased him quite a bit back then after all. Daniel Greyson, what was so special about him?

Blake frowned slightly, "I see... well you don't seem to have enough experience to know your tolerance level." He was about to scold him further, but the boy leaned forward. He leaned against him for support. And shortly after apologized for calling. All the annoyance, which he had intended to scold Daniel with, disappeared. He smiled softly, and gingerly reached around him to rub the boy's back. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, frowning, and forgetting they were in a bathroom and Zayne was not too far away. He leaned forward, toward Daniel's ear, words he swore never to say again at the tip of his tongue...

Reality stopped him though, he heard Zayne's slurred speech on the phone. And he swiftly pulled away, letting his hand relax, and fall back to his side. "Looks like our cab will be here soon," he said and smiled at Daniel. The real words we wanted to say drifting away, and sinking, deeply, back into his soul. He got onto his knees, and carefully lead Daniel back off the ground. The sooner they got home the better.

He glanced back at Zayne... Feeling a small sense of gratitude. Not only for the cab, but for stopping the words that threatened to come out without his consent. He gave the boy a small, but true, smile, "thank you," he said and helped Daniel toward the exit. He wasn't looking forward to leading a probably dizzy and weak Daniel through the crowd, but they were not spending all night in a bathroom either.

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