"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Ah fuck. That's not good, is it?"
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"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Ah fuck. That's not good, is it?"
"It-It's nothing, I swear..."
“Rachel, we’re sisters. And sisters are supposed to look after each other. It’s not nothing.”
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It wasn't like Severin even wanted to go to summer camp. He would have been perfectly happy spending the summer at home, hanging with his friends or doing anything else to pass time. Apparently though, his friends were 'big trouble' and he had been shipped away from bad influences, after a slight run in with the police.
The injustice. This place didn't even have anywhere he could plug his xbox. Stupid. Severin stayed grumbling the entire time that one of the camp leaders, in an obnoxiously bright tee shirt, ran him through where everywhere was and arts and crafts and dietary requirements, all that other bullshit. Cutting her off in the middle of her speech about "camp etiquette" he grabbed the sheet with his room number and searched off for his cabin.
Fuck camp etiquette.
He found the room, finally, somewhere along the way, a small two bed place with the other boy already sitting on his bed unpacking. Oh Great. He had at least tried to convince himself it might not be that bad if he had his own room, guess that was out the window. Dumping his bag heavily he sighed and turned to the other boy.
" They dump you here too, kid? "
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9: forehead kiss
It had been years since James had seen his brother. He'd been living on the streets for nearly seven years now, the two of them were only just seventeen, and Richard and James hadn't been in contact since the night Richard told him he was going to be taken away.
He thought he was seeing things for a moment, or looking in a reflection, but the reflection was dressed differently, too clean, and he wasn't bleeding. "Ri- Richard..?" He breathed, too shocked to believe his brother was really there for a moment. He froze on the spot, forgetting about the fact that he was going to be caught if he stayed in one place for too long. "It's really you?" He murmured, taking a few steps forward while Richard remained perfectly still. That almost convinced him he was seeing things for a moment, but then he rushed forwards. He hurtled into his brother, wrapping his arms tightly around the other. He didn't let go for a few minutes, his breathing juddering as he tried to keep calm. He was muttering something, but he wasn't at all coherent, but Richard's name was repeated over and over again. He pulled away for a moment, pressing a kiss to his twin's forehead, before tugging him back again into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry. I won't leave again. I'm sorry, Richard."
"Can I take it out, please the vibrations are sending me crazy?!"
" you told me you were in heat Rich and needed taking care of, technically this is me taking care of you. So no, you can't. "
"You never listen, do you?"
"Really? I don't listen? Fine then. Sit me down and have a conversation. What do you want, Richard? It's never important anyway. What do you want to talk about that's so dire you need to snap at me?"