cleo

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jcmiefck:

“You sure you’re just not making it complicated? It may not solve all of your problems but it makes you feel a lot better. It’s therapeutic, like swearing. Sorry, wish I could help. What happens if you take the cast off? Surely your arm won’t fall off or anything? I mean, if that’s what you wanna do. I can’t stop you from walking next to me. But I assure you, I’m no damsel in distress. I know how to defend myself, and you’re not going to be of much help if we get attacked anyways.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not making it complicated. It’s a complicated matter and it’s not just black and white. And how am I supposed to say it when I can’t even admit it? I’ve never... I’ve never actually said it out loud and I can’t because it makes it true and I’m trying to fix it before it becomes a reality. The bone is broken. It can set wrong and it will have to be rebroken or it could cause issues later on... My body doesn’t heal as fast as everyone else’s. Yeah, I’m definitely not going to get help but... I wouldn’t want you to walk alone anyways. You’re too pretty for that.”

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jcmiefck:

“If your friend left you just because they found out you had a few flaws then no offense, but you’re better off without ‘em. Seriously, you have a middle finger for a reason, use it. There will be other projects, other opportunities. It’s not the end of the world. Don’t worry, be happy. Designated driver? I wouldn’t ask you to do that, I’m sure you have better things to do with your time.”

“It’s not that simple though! There’s hurt and thinking and it’s just not that easy. I know I have a middle finger, I can point it all I want but I can’t just flip it and it magically makes everything better. I know but... I wanted this one. It had an amazing cast and if i have to leave it... I don’t think I will ever get a chance like that again. Yeah, but I’m offering. Or more designated walker. If we live closer to whoever is closest.”

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pst. do people have indie blogs?

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jcmiefck:

“Have you ever actually shown anyone the so-called worst of you? Like, recently? ‘Cause chances are it’s not that bad and you’re probably just blowing it way out of proportion. This is Hollywood, nobody returns calls. We’re all playing one giant game of hard to get. Why don’t you just turn up at work and show them you’re still interested? The worst thing they can do is tell you to go back home. Cheer up, yeah? Well, I’m not gonna say no to drinks. I’d rather go on a night that you’re not working though, ‘cause then you can drink with me and I won’t have to be that sad guy getting hammered by himself.”

“No one needs to see the worst of me to find out that I’m not a good person. Plus what if they run? I’ve lost a friend that I can never get back. And if I show up and they see my arm, I think it would be pretty easy for them to turn me away. Their lead can’t just have a broken arm all of a sudden. It throws off the entire film.. Man, I’m not much of a drinker. But I can definitely DD for you if you need me to.”

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eriikmorningstar:

it felt like it lasted an eternity to be able to part their lips, erik looking at cleo with a small smirk on his face “ really glad to be back “ he repeated before letting his face burry on the other’s shoulder && hugging him again “ I was able to put her next to my dad “ he whispered quietly, his demons coming to haunt his happy moments “ I was going to get a drink “

when they parted, cleo kept his eyes closed for a second, only opening to find erik’s smirk. he felt the exact same way. “i’m glad you’re back,” he whispered, voice cracking. he copied erik but nuzzling his face into the other’s shoulder and rocking them slightly as they hugged. his hug got a little tighter as he nodded. “she’s happy, erik. i know she is,” he mumbled. shaking his head, he pulled back slightly. “how about we drink back at the apartment? i don’t want to go back in there.”

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eriikmorningstar:

erik’s chest was heavy as they looked at eachother without saying a word for a second, until he felt himself being pulled towards the other and being hugged so tightly, && he noticed something, something that he had missed since THEN, a smile grew on him like a ninja “ I’m happy to be back “ he sighed in relief before pulling away form the hug just enoughfor them to look at eachother, && then erik kissed cleo’s lips, moving one hand to place it on the other’s cheek

cleo let out a quick laugh as erik hugged him back just as tight. he was so close to crying, he was so happy. he had his best friend back and he wasn’t going to let him go any time soon. a small frown came to his lips as the other pulled away, just about to protest when something unexpected happened. or maybe the greatest thing. erik kissed him. the arm in the cast fell back to his chest as his right hand moved to the back of his head. too many times had he thought about kissing erik, what it would feel like but nothing compared to this. 

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mason-conaway:

“Well, obviously I’m not going to let either of you take credit for my work,” Mason rolled his eyes, letting out a snort. “I am rather funny, thank you. Maybe I ought to be a comedian instead of trying to be an actor,” he hummed in contemplation. Mason quirked an eyebrow at the other’s reaction, slowly breaking into a grin. “Oh my god, what are you hiding? Are you scared I’m going to find out you’ve secretly got a dead person’s kidney or something? No! Your name isn’t actually Cleo. It’s something much more embarrassing, innit?”

“I don’t want to take credit for something breaking. It means I might have to pay for it,” he whispered. “Maybe you should. You have that reflector that nothing seems to hurt you.” Cleo’s head was throbbing as he sat up, a few spots yelling at him to lay back down but he couldn’t just yet. “N-Nothing, I just... I don’t have a dead person’s kidney and my name is Cleophus, I told you that just... Please. I... Just please don’t look.” He didn’t want the possibility of anyone else finding out about his eating disorder. 

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jcmiefck:

“I like you, as much as I can for having just met you. So other people are bound to as well. Why wouldn’t they have you any more?” Jamie asks, frowning slightly. “Surely it would be too much hassle to go through hiring someone else for the part and starting the whole thing over. Shit, none? You have to like something about yourself,” he urges, eyebrows raised in question. “So do I, except they only deliver so many things and booze is not one of them. I gotta leave the house for that.”

“But you haven’t seen the worst of me yet either and no one wants to see that. Everyone wants to see this perfect side of me.” Cleo shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe but I haven’t heard back from them since I told them a week ago that I broke my arm.” Once again, his shoulders shrugged, his eyes dropping. “I don’t have to. Mostly I know what other people like from me and I try to make that better, I guess. If it makes you feel any better, I work at a bar. Come by sometime and I’ll get you a few drinks.”

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eriikmorningstar:

he tensed up when he heard the familiar voice, not being able to see cleo’s face from the bright sunlight hitting his face “ … “ the way the other talked made erik feel like shit, like he straight up abandoned his friend && didn’t care about it, but it wasn’t the case “ hi “ he said quietly as he got up, finally being able to look at the other’s face && feeling like he was seeing an angel “ yeah, uh, I just got back “ his voice was kept quiet, like he was waiting for cleo to get mad at the blue haired boy “ sorry I left without saying anything… “

cleo wasn’t sure how he felt seeing erik other than relief. he had no idea where the other went and when he got back from the hospital, erik was just gone. his heart hadn’t been feeling the same since he left, but now he was back and for a second cleo felt lighter. “hi,” he whispered, meeting the other’s gaze. shaking his head, cleo threw his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him as tight as he could to his chest. his cast made it a little difficult but he still needed it. “i’m so happy you’re back,” he mumbled, trying not to let his voice crack. 

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jcmiefck:

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you seem pretty cool to me. You should stop focusing so much on what other people want. The last thing you need is to be surrounded by people who worship a version of you that’s perfect ‘cause the second you fuck up they’ll stop caring,” Jamie suggests. “Join the club, so far it’s you, me, and half of Los Angeles. What have you been in? Maybe I‘ve seen you,” he prompts curiously. “I don’t understand you not understanding. You’re stupid hot, just standing next to you is taking a toll on my self-esteem,” he explains. “Protecting myself? I protect myself by staying inside.”

“I don’t want to be perfect, I just... I don’t know, man. I just want to be myself and people to actually like me,” he sighed. But honestly, it was hard to like himself most days. “I’m working on it. I’m not doing too awful,” Cleo told the other. “I’ve been in a few indie things. I was working on one but i don’t know if they’ll have me anymore after this.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t understand how I can boost your confidence when I barely have any. That’s what I do now too. I prefer indoors.”

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mason-conaway:

“What’s to understand? I’m fit as fuck,” Mason replied confidently, giving Cleo a massive grin. “How about this? I promise to sweet talk my way out of it if I do end up breaking anything. Or at least blame it on the shitty structure,” he vowed, figuring that should satisfy the other enough. “Well, obviously I’m not going to just sit here and watch you sleep, mate. Things to do, people to see, and all that. Plus, I’ve got to talk to some doctors before I leave. I’m going to tell them I’m your adopted brother, so I have an excuse to see your medical records, okay?” He hummed, giving the other a pat on the hand.

“That part is what I don’t understand,” he chuckled, hearing the other’s grin in his voice. “Fine,” Cleo sighed. “As long as you promise not to blame it on me or Erik,” he told him, his fingers releasing the other’s wrist. “Okay... Going to think you were a dream or some shit. You’re too funny...” His heart jumped into his throat at the though of Mason looking at his records. Cleo’s eyes jumped open, his body yelling at him as he sat up. “No! D-Don’t, please. Please don’t look at them.”

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jcmiefck:

“It’s not really you if you hide the parts you think are less desirable, but you do you. I think people judge too much, I don’t get what someone’s hobbies have to do with their acting anyways,” Jamie ponders, puzzled by the correlation. “You’re ridiculously hot, I don’t think you’re at the risk of looking like shit any time soon. For real. Are you an outdoorsy person? I’ve always wanted to be one with nature, but whenever I try I get stung or bitten or lost. I don’t think it’s meant to be, unfortunately.”

“But it’s a more desirable me for other people and I think that’s what they want, don’t they? They want this person that’s great right? But I’m not really that but I can make myself that. I don’t know, I just... Want to be famous,” he sighed, running a single hand through his hair. His cheeks heated up as he shook his head. “I honestly don’t understand that one if I’m being honest. I don’t feel like I’m ridiculously hot,” he told Jamie, shrugging his shoulders. “I used to be. I used to love swimming but shit happens. Are you actually protecting yourself against the outdoor life?”

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jcmiefck:

“That isn’t really something you get to choose though, is it? People are gonna view you how they wanna view you. You may as well just be you and let people form their own opinions. You don’t look like shit, just a little tired is all. Sorry. I’m happy to give you a lift, if you ever need one.”

“Well I at least want to get to choose what people see. I know some will hate me but... I am being me. Just not all of me, I guess,” Cleo shrugged his shoulders, dropping his head slightly. “I do look like shit,” he chuckled, feeling like the other was just trying to be nice. “Umm, I don’t think I want to be in a car for a while but thanks. Gives me an excuse to walk around more.”

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eriikmorningstar:

erik had been back from north dakota for a couple of days now, living in a cheap hotel room until he felt like he was well enough to be around friends && maybe it was time to do it he packed his stuff, taking a cab to his joint apartment && taking a deep breath before opening the door

the household was empty to his relief so erik dropped his bag in his room && decided to go to a bar near him, hitting someone as soon as the door was closed, making the now blue haired boy lose his balance and fall on the ground

“ shit, sorry “ he groaned as he looked up, blinded by the sunlight behind the figure

cleo sighed as he leaned against the bar. trying to keep up his job with a broken arm was definitely the hardest thing he had ever done. he was lucky to have another barkeeper there as his shift came to a close and he could head out. this night felt like it couldn’t get any worse. his back was aching and he knew what tomorrow was going to bring. therapy. 

after his accident, the doctor could tell there was something wrong so he was being forced to go. kind of. he knew it was for the best but still, he could be grouchy about it. heading towards the door, he kept his head down, not expecting to run into anyone until his arm felt like fire from being bumped into. 

“shit,” he groaned, holding onto his cast, looking down at the male that had fallen. he didn’t expect the bright blue hair. “erik? you’re... you’re back?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.