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smhclark:
āyou just didnāt know. because i know the face of a fibber, i see it at least a few times during the day with all the classes that i teach and youāre not being slick.ā
āRight. But youāre missing one small but important piece of this puzzle... Iām not one of your students. Iām a lawyer.ā
We counted all our reasons, Excuses that we made We found ourself some treasure And threw it all awayā¦.
parkerjamcs:
Parker had his arms crossed over his chest, as if he needed to wrap himself in something comfortable. There was so much, so damn much he wanted to say to Ian. He wanted to do more than apologize. He wanted to make up six years of complete silence, he wanted to tell him exactly why he had to break it off, he wanted to hug and kiss him, he wanted to say that he never forgot about him and he thought of him every day, he wanted to tell himā¦everything. He had to look away as Ian sat down, refraining himself from doing or saying anything stupid.Ā
When he heard the other man suddenly speaking again, Parker almost jumped, shaking out of his thoughts.Ā āThatāsā¦oh. That sucksā¦Iām sorry,ā he said, mentally hitting himself. He was really waiting for Ian to explode at him, to express his true feelings towards, to do anything but be stuck in this awfully awkward situation. He sighed softly.Ā āI wouldnāt blame you if you tell me to suck it,ā he told him, glancing at him. He hated how his walls always went down around the other man, no matter how long they hadnāt seen each other. āThereās justā¦I want to tell you so much but I certainly didnāt picture saying them while weāre both stuck in an elevator, of all things.āĀ
He bit his lip, looking away.Ā āYeah. Someone,ā he answered.Ā āI, uh, live right over in the fourth building. Figures weād live in the same apartment and donāt run into each other till now. Of course. Notā¦not that Iām upset about it, Iā¦I wasnāt prepared, I guess.āĀ
The thing about heartbreak is you canāt never heal fully form it. There are scars left in shape of memories that tug and twist when you least expect it, when you think youāve finally moved on as if to remind you that even though itās still beating, itās never going to be the same. You try to reinforce it, protect it, shield it from the same mistake, the same kind of pain, and then it makes you wonder if the outcome is worth having a heart for at all. Youāre an empty shell. A carcass. A shadow of the person you were before that someone tore it apart.Ā
That someone was Parker to Ian. It had been textbooks first, a good and solid distraction. Bar exams. Internships. Coops. Work, case after case. He kept himself busy, he found something to focus on, something greater than him and his pain. Just like he had done after his father was sent to jail; after he and his siblings had been taken away from his mother; after the system separated him from them. Ian ignored his own problems to help others with theirs. It worked for him. It kept him afloat.
āYes, but Iāve decided to be the greater person here and shut it.ā Ian shrugged, letting his eyes finally wander over Parker, almost fooling himself into thinking he recognize the expressions there, that he understood his mannerisms, the sighs, the lip-biting, the unspoken. Swallowing thickly, he just listened, considering the proposition that lingered in the air, a conversation he wasnāt sure if he was able to withstand. But before he could say anything or even comment on how maybe they could go without running into each other for another year, the elevator lights went off and came back on quickly, giving it a shake before it seemed to resume its ascending journey. Ian stood up, took his groceries and the bottle of Jack, and moved to the door the moment it opened on his floor.
āThree-two-four. Thatās me. In case you ever need sugar or something.ā And though he did weighed walking away completely, not saying anything else, he turned on his heels again with a hand to hold the doors open for just a moment, looking straight into his exesā eyes. It took him a second to find his voice before finally speaking.Ā āI havenāt changed my number. I think, for a while there, I expected you to try and reach me. I had a whole speech planned. And believe me, one of the versions contained plenty of curse words. Funny how I have you standing right before me right now and none of it makes any sense. But I guess you can text me there, once youāre prepared or something.ā
smhclark:
ānow i know youāre fibbing.ā
āOh yeah? Then explain to me how I knew you would say just that?āĀ
I bet you're hard to get over I bet the room just won't shine I bet my hands I can stay here And I bet you need more than you mind
wxlfc:
āā and interning. Canāt really forget about that, since itās basically my life now,ā she chimed in, all while laughing a little and shrugging, herself.Ā āThank God, Iāve got only two more years of that and then I can finally call myself a surgeon ā not just a Doctor.ā While this was just a joke, Reese could not help herself but wish her residency came to an end faster than it normally does. It was gruesome, but at the same time, she couldnāt be any more grateful to be able to learn from the best of the best, really.Ā āThat is correct! Coffee is not as bad as most things people can get addicted to,ā she said, matter of factly.Ā āTechnically, you could do that, butā¦ From the medical standpoint, I am more than sure that blood is the only thing that belongs in veins, or wellā¦ the bloodstream. ā So, if I were you, I would try doing something else.ā
āThe interning, of course, how could I leave that bit behind? Oh, I know. Itās because I swore to delete that page from the story of my life.ā Ian offered a sympathetic smile, though, before chuckling.Ā āGood luck. Youāll do fine. Itāll come to an end, I promise. It seems like it wonāt but it does. Iām not saying things get any better but at least it comes to an end.ā A soft smirk spreads on his face, though itās quickly washed away by a terrified frown as the topic of blood and veins and bloodstreams take over the conversation. Itās not that it irks him so much as the picture painted wasnāt something he was ready to hear.Ā āLetās just stay away from anything that means puncturing my veins then. Iāll survive. Iāll find some other way.ā
gdiflint:
āI have a copy but guess what?ā Flint adopted a fake jovial expression,Ā āItās in my apartment!ā Instantly his face fell back to its previousĀ āover-this-bullshitā stare.Ā āIām a dumbassā¦ And also a bit hungover.ā This showed when he sat up too quick and had to cradle his head in his hand.Ā āPlease and thank you, you blessed saintā¦ā He stood up with a bit of a wince.Ā āTake my advice and never drink well liquor. Itās Satan.ā
Ian laughed softly as he shuffled his set of keys in his hand, starting to steer in the direction of his building.Ā āYou are a dumbass, yes, but just because youāre drinking all that well liquor when you, of all people, should know better, Flint.ā He still kept an eye on the bartender as he walked after him, noticing the slight lightheadedness and making a mental note to get him water the moment they walked inside.Ā āLucky for you, Iām sure the super is supposed to keep a master key of all locks, so we can give him a call and get us into your apartment so you can get that copy.ā Turning up the light fixture as he opened the door, he waited for the other to step in before getting rid of his coat.Ā āMake yourself comfortable, Iāll grab you water and call reception. Do you need anything?ā
smhclark:
i canāt help but to think that is true. unless youāre actually just a mind reader.ā
āWell I canāt really agree or disagree with that... I donāt want to give out my secret.ā
Look man, I think you just need to relax. Or, I need to kick your ass.
parkerjamcs:
Parker was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was here with his ex-boyfriend. He remembered all of the laughs, the kissesāthe precious moments they had spent together several years ago. If Parker was being honest to himself, there wasnāt a day where he hadnāt thought of Ian. The man was the love of his life. He wondered what Ian was doing, where he was, if he still watched that tv show they both loved, and if he was thinking about him too.Ā
He stayed quiet, unsure of what to sayābefore Ian started to ramble at him. He kept his mouth shut, the words echoing throughout the tiny space as he felt his heart falling to his stomach. He shouldāve expected this. He was surprised he didnāt get shouted at weeks after their breakupāand Parker couldnāt decide on whether the silence or crying was worse.Ā
āIām sorry,ā Parker said, his voice small and quiet. He knew that wasnāt going to fix everything, that it wouldnāt fix the past six years, but he couldnāt stop himself from saying it, anyway.Ā āIāmā¦Iām alright.ā He paused, biting his lips.Ā āFor the record, I-I do want genuinely wanted to know if youāre doing okay. Iā¦ā He stopped himself from finishing I missed you, making himself biting onto his bottom lip again, looking away, hoping that this would just be over soon.Ā āIād no idea you lived here,ā he told him instead.
Iām sorry.Ā Ianās first instinct was to scoff at the apologies, biting his tongue before he just spat something like yeah, youāre only a bit too late for that now. Instead he remained quiet, he took easy breaths, his fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of the bottle, the back of his head resting against the wall behind him. Checking his phone for what felt like the umpteenth time since the elevator had stopped moving, Ian just listened. He listened until Parker had finished talking, until silence fell upon them.
It wasnāt the good kind of silence either. It was the kind of silence that was heavy with memories, memories Ian thought he had long buried and moved on from. Memories that tugged at his chest and left him feeling claustrophobic, desperate for a way out. His back slid down the wall, bending his knees as he brought the paper bag between his legs while he sat there on the elevatorās floor, his eyes unable to look at Parker for a moment.Ā
āI moved here a year ago.ā He decided to answer that part, out of everything else Parker had mentioned, he decided to start with what was easiest to share.Ā āItās alright, I guess, but my roommate just got a job across the country so.ā Shrugging, he ran a hand down his face. He had so much to do for work as it was, handling a two-bedroom apartment on his own was really not part of his plan to take on even more overtime.Ā āMaybe Iāll have to start checking out some real estate. Life goes on, Parker. It is what it is.ā After taking another swig from the whiskey, he put it down beside him and rested his arms on his knees, joining his hands hanging before him, finally looking up to his ex-boyfriend.Ā āYou look good. Iām glad youāre doing alright. I am. I wish I werenāt, I wish I could just tell you to fuck off right now like I didnāt do when you broke up with me... but I amĀ glad to know youāre alright for whateverās worth.ā It was a sincere offer, his lips twitching not into a full smile but the closest he could muster.Ā āHere to visit someone?ā
smhclark:
ānow why would i judge you for that? i was actually thinking the same thing.āĀ
āJust when I start to wonder why weāre friends, you just remind me of the reason: weāre one and the same wether you like it or not.āĀ
wxlfc:
āI suppose that might be the only thing they have in common ā We all look like lifeless shells of human beings at the end of the day, or likeā¦ ALL the time. Vicious cycle, isnāt it?ā Reese answered with the fondest of shrugs one could muster up.Ā āIām positive I could hook you up with an IV, but I am not sure if itās a good idea. I donāt really want to be responsible for anything that may happen to you after you create that contraption.ā
āWell, thereās a lot of reading and all-nighters, loss of social life, healthy nutrition, sanity...ā Ian laughed and shrugged.Ā āIt is. Very vicious indeed. But Iāve already made peace with it and have decided to stop fighting it. If Iām going to be hooked on a vice, I think coffee might be safer than most, right? And the IV idea was just worth throwing it out there, see if it was plausible. I might keep the offer for a while, sleep on it before making a final decision, yeah? I knew I could count on you, Reese.ā
Oh hey there!
amaramayford:
āSo you seeā¦.āAmara spoke before she heard the bang.Ā āShit sorryā¦hang on a secondā¦Milo I am going to kill you!ā She breathed as she headed to her room to figure out what the hell her 9 week old kitten has broken now. Quickly returning with the offending in her hands she looked back to the person.Ā āWhat were we talking about again?ā
Looking over Amaraās shoulder in the general direction of the bedroom where the loud noise had come from, Ian just stood there and laughed quietly.Ā āEverything okay?ā His eyes quickly darted to the fur ball in her hands, reaching softly to pet the faux delinquent on its head.Ā āI just wanted to give you the letters, I donāt know why they left those in my buildingās mailbox but I figured it wasnāt that long of a walk to get them to you.ā
gdiflint:
The long night showed in Flintās appearance. Despite having been off since the early hours of the morning he had only recently made it home looking like the night had taken a toll on him. He laid on the sidewalk looking disheveled and exhausted. His shirt was inside out like heād dressedā or rather re-dressedā in a hurry. And on top of that the man looked pissed. āI locked my keys and wallet in my car.ā He said to the first person who unfortunately crossed his path.Ā āAnd my roommate isnāt home or answering. Please tell me you can either break into a car or knock me out so I can sleepā¦ā He spoke quietly, not wanting to aggravate the blooming hangover he couldnāt blissfully sleep off like heād planned.
āDo you have anyoneĀ with a copy of either?ā Above all, Ian was amused. He had done that before, plenty of timesāespecially when he was in the most hurry because thatās how life dealt its cards. Still, juggling with his own set of keys and his leather satchel full of file cases he brought back home on the daily, the brunette just shrugged his shoulders.Ā āCome on, weāll call car assistance from my apartment, you can take the couch in the meantime.ā
Once I thought my innocence was gone Now I know that happiness goes on That's where you found me When you put your arms around me I haven't been there for the longest time.
smhclark:
āso, i found this bar that has dueling piano shows on the weekends and i would really like to go sometime. are you in? iāll buy you food.ā
āCount me in but donāt judge when I so very originally request Piano Man from them.ā
