fandomhighdorms | The Roof; Sunday Night.

Entry tags:

The Roof; Sunday Night.

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...

[[ expecting someone, but open ]]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

That viper juice of Cally's was some damn good stuff. Teddy stumbled up the stairs to make it to the roof for some fresh air and maybe a bit of drunken flying. That might explain why he was struggling to take off his shirt. Wings were a bitch on his clothing.

Chad turned his head toward the sound of someone coming out onto the roof and...

...he blinked as if he wasn't sure he was seeing correctly, like the lack of light was playing tricks on his eyes, because he could swear that was Teddy, trying to take off his shirt.

...what the fuck?

Part of him considered not saying anything. The other night, Pippi didn't notice him there, and earlier today Katara was oblivious until he moved...but he couldn't not say anything.

"...Teddy?"

Teddy stumbled when he heard Chad's voice, ripping the shirt had been so careful with before. He looked down mournfully at the tatters of yet another t-shirt of his.

Why was it ripped again? Oh yeah. Chad was there.

He looked up and took a moment to focus on Chad's form, pointing accusingly at him. "You!"

Chad winced. "...Y..yeah, I know. Listen, Teddy, this whole thing..."

There was a pause as a thought slowly came to him. "...Are you drunk?"

Swaying back and forth uneasily, Teddy jabbed his finger through the air at Chad once more. "You-" He said, shaking his head to get his train of though started again. "You're a dick. An' I really wanna hit you right now."

He took a woozey step forward, but probably failed to look threatening as he seemed to have balance issues.

Chad placed his hand gently, but sturdily, on Teddy's shoulders to keep him upright. "You can if you want," he told him. "I deserve it, I know that."

"She said the same thing," Teddy told him, head back to try to look Chad in the eye. He briefly shifted into Nadia to punctuate who 'she' was. Or maybe it was just his lack of control that caused him to do so. His features flicked between Nadia and himself, like he was trying to find something in between to make Chad happy, to make him stay with him and not stray.

"I don' wanta hit anyone. I'll use everything if I do," He said sadly.

The pit in Chad's stomach just grew larger, heavier to see Teddy shifting in short spurts into Nadia. His hand lightly went to Teddy's cheek, thumb brushing against his skin, encouraging him to keep his eyes on his. "Stay with me, Ted," he said, not realizing when he said it that it held more intention than just asking Teddy to retain his own form. "I...I know now isn't the best time to say this, but...I'm sorry. Really sorry. I...made a really big mistake..."

It took everything to keep from pressing into that touch like an attention starved pet. He wanted to believe him, wanted to so bad but it hurt too much. Using Chad's touch to ground himself, he stopped sporadically shifting into Nadia.

"Hurts."

"I...I know." Chad wondered if he should hug Teddy, but he didn't dare take the risk. He didn't feel like he was...deserving enough, really. While it would be done to comfort Teddy, he would get something out of it, too, and that wasn't fair. "I..I'm sorry. I...don't ever want to hurt you like this again. I...hate myself for even having done it to you now."

Teddy reached up to grab the lapels of Chad's shirt, pulling himself closer to lean against him. Too dizzy for this.

"How can I trust you again?" He asked, honestly hoping that Chad had an answer to that because he had no clue.

Chad easily moved as Teddy dictated, and wished he had a better answer for him. "I...can't garauntee that you can," he admitted, rather wishing he didn't have to admit that, but...he knew he had to. He resisted the urge to rest his forehead against Teddy's, but failed, closing his eyes as they came into contact. "But I hope you can trust me enough to believe me when I say I love you and I don't ever want to hurt you again, Teddy..."

It sounded so lame, so pathetic. He hoped, but he really didn't expect Teddy to believe him at all, and internally started building himself up to get ready to move on. Ship's passed. You had something perfect and amazing, Yasutora, and you screwed it all up. Again.

Resting his head against the hollow of Chad's neck, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He remained silent shaking as he tried not to start crying again. He had done enough of that already.

"I hate you so much right now," He said finally. "I hate what you did. I hate that I feel like I'm never going to be enough for you." He quieted again for a moment before continuing softly. "I hate that I still love you."

Chad's arms went lightly around Teddy as he reminded himself that Teddy was drunk right now, and people either got really honest when they were drunk, or they'd spew a lot of things they didn't really mean and were just going along with the mood of wherever the night had taken them. He knew he was of the honest type. With what Ted was saying, he was hoping for a mixture of both.

"I hate myself for what I did, too," he said after a moment. "You...don't desrve this, Teddy..."

Teddy took a few moments to just breath and calm down under Chad's touch. His grip on the shirt never wavered as he pressed against him harder.

"I don't want to lose you," Teddy whispered, almost too low to hear.

Chad's hug went from gentle and tentative to firm and assured. "I said I was gonna hold on for as long as I could, remember? I ain't going anywhere...unless...ya want me to."

Teddy shook his head violently, adjusting his grip on Chad's shirt to keep him close.

"No."

And the head shaking? Not the best idea after god knows how many jars of viper juice. He pushed away from Chad suddenly, looking green and not in the way that he normally turned green. "I don't feel good."

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

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."

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...

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.

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..."

"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.

"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.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

The Roof; Sunday Night.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject