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@eastonxford
Yeah, but that was before you started dating my sister. Things were less complicated before you two met—don’t touch my head!
Well sor-ry for complicatin’ your life up. Y’know, if you were jealous and wanted me to yourself, all you had to do was say so. —Oh, but it’s all fine when you manhandle me?
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“Probably,” Ford uttered, eyes downcast as Easton started to move away. Guilt rising in his chest at his own words, but all the pent up emotion of never having it out with Easton was boiling in him, it had been a long winded conversation that needed to be had in his mind, after all the only person he really had to talk to about it all when it happened was Aurora. He hadn’t really seen the other male since everything went down, maybe in passing but they had no real conversation and it seemed to have boiled over in anger of the past and never really talking about it. “I don’t know, you seem like the guy who would do things– but we all know I’m massively wrong about people’s characters to begin with, so you can hold that against me,” Ford stated, shoving his hands in his pockets, looking down. “I just– I don’t understand what happened is all, I was her boyfriend and I should of been there to talk too if she needed someone at the end of it all, it ruined me for a long time because I didn’t feel good enough for anyone and I don’t know what happened, obviously I’ll never know. We both have our sides to the story and getting a straight answer out of anyone is hard enough. And maybe– we’ve both changed from it all. Still here– yeah, we’re all still here, and moving on from it in some ways. Care? It’s good to hear you still care in some ways, and no matter what it turned out okay. Everyone is happy in their own way. Shit Belle’s excelling in reading and writing– she’s well on her way to being the next J.K. Rowling, and Aurora’s got a great guy, and is at the top of her class, she’s been offered an opportunity to study in fucking London or Egypt but she’s refusing to take it– scared to leave Belle for four months… but it all turned out okay,” Ford stated softly. Nodding to the garage. “Okay– this way, I know Aurora has no issue with it, I’ve talked her into it so Belle has some stability and faces she knows, I don’t want her growing up with abandonment issues and Aurora agrees,” walking into the garage he opened up the door that lead to the kitchen, letting Easton in, spotting Belle’s shoes by the basement door. “She’s downstairs, I’ll go get her, I’m sure she wants to read you one of her stories or color.”
“I’d say ‘everything happens for a reason’ if everyone didn’t abuse that bullshit phrase. And yeah, sometimes I feel like shit over what happened, but I’m done beatin’ myself up now that everyone’s fine and moved on.” Despite having crossed his arms over his chest to keep from fidgeting, Easton’s fingers still scratched at his arm as he shifted from one foot to the other. To this day, even hearing about Aurora was unsettling, no matter how relieved he felt to know that she was doing well. There was also a certain anxiety that came with seeing Belle. He wondered how much longer it would be —if ever— for her to see him after another prolonged period of time, and realize the things he’d done and resent him. Still, he held onto his composure and followed Ford through the garage and into the home, trying to not appear quite as out-of-place as he felt and offering a single, rather forced chuckle hearing the other male’s words.
As the brunette listened to her boyfriend’s words, she could feel herself begin to smile. The thought of him driving to see her and sneaking the cat in was more exciting than it should’ve been, but it was something that she wouldn’t put past him. “Everything’s gonna be alright. You know that, right? Our relationship is one of the only things I’m certain about, and I don’t plan on forgetting about you while I’m at school.”
“I know — I believe you,” He finally replied with more confidence, “And I trust you.” Playfully and very gently, he poked at the tip of her nose. “I promise I won’t do anything too stupid while you’re gone. I’ll be too busy moping around anyway.”
You are disgusting.
And you’re friends with me. You knew what you were getting into with this relationship.
Ford smirked, he could clearly see that Easton was upset by his comments, and that made him feel a little thrilled to get under the elder’s skin. As the keys were tossed towards him, he unlocked the handcuffs, rubbing his wrist. “What? Stating the truth– you act like it’s not all your doing either,” he uttered, standing slowly as he cracked his back. “Oh, like you have all the reasons to hate us? What did we ever do to you? I mean it’s not like you didn’t steal my ex girlfriend, or cheated or lied, yet we all here are worth your hate,” he laughed softly. “God, must be great to be the better man up in your head,” grabbing the key’s and the cuffs he stalled for a moment. “You know– I used to hate you, really hate you, I was jealous of you because there was something about you that Freya loved so much and I couldn’t be that, I could give her that, I couldn’t be you. The guy that all the girls fucking love. Now– I don’t know, it’s been almost a year since that shit went down, and I just feel nothing for you at this point. I got this really great girl that actually likes me and makes me feel good about myself and there is no challenge of trying to impress her or worry that there is some guy on the side lines going to steal her away. No I don’t fucking hate you now, do I like you, no, but it’s whatever now, still I will never be okay with what either of you did. Maybe I can’t forgive or forget, but there’s a girl inside that fucking adores you, and Aurora can look past all that shit and let you see her because she doesn’t want to fuck up her life and make her feel like Aurora did at her age, abandoned, because everyone walks out on those two, and maybe you know just an inkling of what that feels like. You may of fucked up with Aurora, but don’t hurt Belle, or I won’t be this civil,” Ford straightened up. “If you’re here to see Belle, you’re– welcome to come in. I’m sure she wants to see you. Just stay in the kitchen and I’ll get her.” Ford walked past him, staring at the handcuffs. “And– thanks, for getting the keys for me.”
“Should’ve fuckin’ left you locked up,” Easton muttered, averting his gaze and turning away. His patience —as nonexistent as it already was— was truly being tested. The other male’s words only cut through his somber demeanor and agitated him so easily because they were true. He was well aware he’d destroyed so much in the past, and anytime someone reminded him how terrible of a person he was for it, he believed it. With Ford now freed, Easton was seconds away from leaving him be for good when he was halted by what the male had to say. Considering his words, Easton paused, gradually turning his attentions back to Ford. “I don’t know where you got it in your head that I was always running around, sweeping girls off their feet.” As clear and steady as he tried to keep his voice, it still wavered with emotion. “No one wanted anything real to do with me until Aurora. I might’ve fucked everything over for everyone, but I never woke up one morning and thought to steal girlfriends and ruin lives. I was just trying to be there for Freya when she needed someone. And honestly, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. I don’t feel anything anymore like the person I was a year ago. And yeah— It sucks; It fuckin’ sucks that Aurora, you, Belle, Freya... all of you got stuck in it. But I’m still here, yeah? I never stopped caring about anyone.” Even Aurora, in some ways. Heavily sighing, his gaze fixed on the ground and fidgeting hands shoved into his pockets as he pondered the offer... He’d been in agreement with Freya that it wasn’t fair to anyone to see Belle, but it wasn’t uncharacteristic for Easton to do the things that were supposedly ‘bad’ for him. Right now, in this moment, seeing her seemed harmless. So with a small nod, he agreed to wait for Belle. “Yeah... Don’t mention it.”
Yeah, Fawn. Awe shit man, I’m sorry. Yeah, Fawn, I think we’re going with two middle names as well. She’s going to be beautiful just like Lo. I’m planning on it. Home school is sound really good right now.
I like Fawn — It’s like, a little deer. And don’t forget, you’re contributing some good genes as well. Most babies just look like little aliens, but she won’t. And if she somehow does... then I probably won’t be afraid to tell you.
“What would you know about my friends? I think they are pretty damn great,” he uttered in a challenge. A soft huff left his lips, almost not caring that the elder man was leaving, he was certain give it another five or ten minutes and Aurora would be up from her apartment or Mel would finish letting him suffer, but Easton turned around and he shifted as he moved closer to him. “Yeah, whatever,” he sighed and shrugged. “I have no clue, in the car maybe? Mel would be a bitch enough to put them just out of reach like that,” staring at him for a moment he finally looked away. “Why are you even here? If I so boldly can ask, I’m sure most of the people in this house hate you, except Ariel, I don’t think she hates anyone, and Belle–” He stopped.
Sparing a glance into the car’s window, Easton spotted the key laying in plain sight. He tried to ignore the younger male’s comments while retrieving it (there were just some battles that weren’t worth fighting), but Ford seemed to know exactly how to get beneath his skin. Ever the temperamental one, it was difficult for Easton to maintain his composure. “Don’t fuckin’ start with me, rich boy,” He muttered beneath his breath, tossing the key at Ford so he could help himself, “I know you people hate me. Good thing the feeling’s mutual.”
“Dude, this isn’t fun, I’m sweltering right now,” he muttered, staring at Easton for a moment before sighing and looking away. “Yeah well, I fell asleep on the couch– how I got here is beyond me, I was fine last night, this,” he motioned to his wrist. “Is a very new development. And I wasn’t eluding to not being able to hold your alcohol, but the fact that the pain in my bladder is very real after a few too many beers. I’m sure you understand, was all that I was saying,” he muttered softly.
“Sounds like you need better friends... or a babysitter,” Easton muttered, rolling his eyes. He soon grew tired of the complaining and threw his hands up, turning away as though he were going to leave the other male without another word. However, his acting was only for the purpose of pushing Ford’s buttons. It was with some reluctancy, but he still returned to the younger male to finally help. “Only ‘cause I’m sick of listenin’ to you complain,” He explained with a huff, “Where’s the fuckin’ key?”
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“Really!” He sighed, shaking his head. “Okay all fun aside you got your damn picture, come on,” he muttered. “Cause my pale complexion is going to burn here, and I had a lot of beer last night, I peg you for one that’s done that before. I gotta pee man,” he muttered.
“Nah, I think I just wanna savor how powerful I feel right now for a little longer,” He smirked rather manically, arms crossing over his chest as though he didn’t have anything more important to do than torment the other male. “Assuming shit about me isn’t gonna help your case. I can handle my alcohol, and you’re the one fuckin’ chained to your car.”
