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You broke your fucking guitar? (crumb) wrote in possibilities,
@ 2008-05-08 03:47:00

WHO; Donut and Crumbs~
WHEN; Monday, early evening.
WHERE; Right outside of the 6th year Ravenclaw boy's dormitories, and then inside, I'm pretty sure.
SUMMARY; Something needs to be said ~~>:o~~
RATING; PG13ish.
WARNINGS; FEELINGS and other things.
STATUS; In progress.

Breathing wasn’t really helping. When he actually thought about it, he was taking this whole ordeal worse than last Saturday, which was definitely saying something. He could hear noise from in the common room, but everything just seemed far away. Another sigh later, he brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, staring at the ground. Crumbs had been on the stairs for a while, and it wasn’t really because he didn’t want to see Donut. They were best friends, right? Best friends could talk to each other about almost anything. The only problem was that what he needed to talk about had happened with Donut.

It was almost comical to try to remember exactly what happened. He’d been drunk and it was in between songs, Donut had leaned over to whisper something in his ear and Crumbs had leaned forward for some reason. They’d kissed. For how long or what happened afterwards, Merlin only knew, but it’d happened. Crumbs felt a knot in his stomach as he looked over at his journal. I’m on the stairs. Right outside our dorm. Why. Why. Why. There was still time to leave and find somewhere to stay for the night, maybe Creepy wouldn’t mind too much? If it’d just been a drunken kiss he was sure that it could be blown off. Donut said those types of things all the time, so going a step father wouldn’t be too much of a surprise. But he’d kissed Donut, not the other way around. Crumbs had been ignoring whatever “feelings” he’d had for the last few weeks, and the whole charade had been ruined when they kissed each other, and he actually felt something behind it. He wanted this all to stop and for things to go back to the way they were, when they were best friends that didn’t kiss each other. But when he thought about what actually happened, it made him wonder what would’ve happened if they’d done things like this sooner, and why whenever Donut was around him he felt a bit more clumsy and happier, too.

Crumbs heard the door open and he just wanted to close his eyes more, if it was possible. He knew exactly who it was and he knew that just blowing this off wasn’t going to solve anything at all. He let out a small groan before sitting up straight and rubbing his eyes, underneath his glasses. Crumbs opened his mouth once and closed it again. What on earth could he say to make this any easier? He took another breath and held up his hand, and then calmed himself. “Hi,” Crumbs grimaced a little at how small his voice sounded and then balanced himself on the wall in order to stand up. This needed to get done. There would be no avoiding it.

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donagh
2008-05-08 04:51 am UTC (link)

Donut grimaced as he read Crumbs' last response on his journal, not sure if it was because of the killer headache he couldn't seem to get rid of, or because his friend was freaking out and it was sort of, kind of, totally his fault. Something told him it was, more likely, the latter. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Well, not entirely. He knew Crumbs' would freak out once he told him about what had happened, but Donut had already planned out how he was going to go about everything, and even how to prevent some major freaking out. But he hadn't count on Crumbs' remembering and now his plans were shot to hell.

Sighing wearily, Donut replied one last time (stay there.) before shoving both journal and quill under his pillow, trying to ignore the urge to stay there and clean up (the muggle way, mind) the big ink stain that had started to form at the bottom of it, even though he knew that delaying the inevitable would only make things more uncomfortable in the end. Whether he met Crumbs now or thirty minutes later, the outcome of their conversation wouldn't be any different. In fact, it would probably make things worse if he waited any longer. No one knew Crumbs better than Donut did; without no one telling him, he could easily describe the state his friend was in right now: all drawn into himself, looking like a deer caught in the headlights and trying to convince himself that none of this was happening. If anything, Donut was hoping that all this knowledge he had about his friend would help him reassure him.

But that was the part that had him confused, the most. What kind of reassuring was he supposed to do; the 'don't worry, it didn't mean anything,' kind or the, 'I like you, where do we go from here?' type? Which led him to the biggest problem. He had no idea what had been running through Crumbs' mind when he'd kissed him or why he'd walked off, afterwards, as though nothing had happened. People always say that no one should be held responsible for the things they do while drunk, but Donut's always thought that was a bullshit excuse for them to act like assholes and get away with it. He had no idea if that applied to this situation, though, even though he knew Crumbs never did anything for no reason.

Taking his eyes off the ink stain, Donut got off his bed (the grimace this time totally the hangover's fault) and put on a shirt, his shoes forgotten somewhere under Henry's bed. He walked at a slow pace, every step he took sending shots of pain to his head, which only increased when he opened the door and the noise from the Common Room filtered through. This wasn't the time to be a drama queen, though, so he braved it and picked up his pace to meet Crumbs in the hallway.

"Hey," he mumbled in reply to his friend's greeting, his eyes fixed on the floor. "Don't freak out, okay? More, I mean. Just don't. I. Can we—" he cursed under his breath and rubbed at his eyes, nervously, before trying again. "Can we go into the room? My head's fucking killing me and all this noise is just, fuck."

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crumb
2008-05-14 05:48 am UTC (link)

The whole problem with this entire situation was that Crumbs had no idea what he was doing. Schoolwork was one thing as was being just friends with someone, but in all honesty, Crumbs hadn’t really ever felt like this or done any of this before. Girls were always there, and a few random crushes or saying that he wouldn’t mind dating someone wasn’t as foreign as actually doing something…to this extent. Were they going to talk about what’d happened? Ignore it? All Crumbs knew that his stomach felt sort and he felt disconnected. No. He didn’t want to talk about it. What good would it do?

He nodded slightly as he opened his eyes, and looked at Donut. Friends, right? Friends should be able to talk. But, they were more than friends. Maybe not in that way, but… yeah. He gave Donut what he hoped was a smile, and continued standing up.

“Yeah, sure.” He walked past Donut, noticing that he felt calmer than before. Hey. They were friends. Donut always made him feel better whenever he started to worry or freak out or anything of the sort. Another breath. He looked up slightly, trying to make eye contact before shaking his head and forgetting that notion. The dorms were a safer place to be at the moment. Whether they’d talk or not right now wasn’t where he wanted to be after avoiding his friend for such a long time. It wasn’t a very easy feat to do, when he thought about it. He smiled a bit as he went straight to his bed, looking over his shoulder to see if Donut was following him.
With a small creak he sat down on his bed before grabbing his pillow and looking at the floor. The calmness was gone for a moment; he needed some time to make the pounding in his head go away. Crumbs let out a small laugh, before letting himself fall down on his bed, forgetting completely about trying to sit up and look at Donut straight in the eye.

“It… was really good?” A grimace lined his face. He normally would’ve just said that he didn’t want to talk about it. He shouldn’t want to talk about it. But he let out a small groan after that question went out. There went that plan.

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