The Roof; Sunday Night.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Well, Katara had told him not to stay inside all day. So what if it wasn't until night that Chad emerged finally from his room. Still unable to sleep, still unable to completely pinpoint what his plan might be (but at least he knew which one he was going for, for the most part), he went up to the roof to get some fresh air and maybe gather his thoughts a little. He was just hoping he could manage to kill that last little bit of him that was wondering if it was worth the effort. He was thinking that maybe...if things didn't work out, he should go back to Japan. Hard to imagine that things were easier there, when he was fighting dead things in the Soul Society than going to school at freakin' Fandom...


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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"...Ted?" Chad kept him at arm's distance as he looked at Teddy worriedly.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy's face scrunched up before he leaned forward slightly and, ew, got rid of all the alcohol that wasn't yet in his system.

All over Chad's shoes.

He swayed a little more, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Sorry."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad slowly looked down. Yup. There was vomit all over his boots. His nice, expensive Spanish leather boots. Grunting, he closed his eyes and drew in a breath. It was okay. He desrved this, in a way. Karma, or something. He deserved it. It was okay...

"S'okay," he said.

...Dios, why the boots? It couldn't have been the shirt? It wasn't even the pink shirt today...

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy didn't know what to say to that. He doubted that Hallmark made a card for when you and your boyfriend almost break up and then you throw up on him.

That was too much, Teddy started to laugh uncontrollably now. Hey, it was better than crying.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The laughing was definately something that sort of set Chad back a bit. "Uh, Ted? You okay? Maybe we shouldget you back to your room..."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"I puked on your shoes," Teddy told him lamely, as if that would explain the laughter. He swayed a little, proving that Chad's suggestion had merit.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"That you did," Chad said, trying his best not too look again because that'll only make matters worse. "S'okay. C'mon." He gently put an arm around Teddy and started to slowly guide him toward the door.