lookinside (lookinside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-11-12 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, greg, greg x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Sebastian & Greg
Where: Sebastian’s House
When: Noon-ish, Sunday, Nov 19
Status: Complete
After Sebastian dropped Hunter off, he headed home and hid away in his room, mildly hungry, but not quite ready to wander down towards the kitchen. Or face anyone, for that matter. The events of the night before hung over him, even worse now by the light of day, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get much more difficult, rather than easier. He’d never been friends with Kyle, but they’d gotten along okay. Well enough, at least. Now, for the first time in a long time, Bash knew there was someone out there who didn’t like him, not for something he’d done, but for who he was. Kyle was just one person. He could handle one person. But he wasn’t naive enough to believe that there wouldn't be others who felt the same way. They might not say something, not so bluntly, but he knew things would be different when he walked into school on Monday.
Then there was his parents. He had to tell them. He knew he didn’t have a choice at this point. But just thinking about it made his chest all tight and his breathing fast, the closest he’d ever come to a panic attack outside of being trapped in a small space. He could already feel his mother’s disappointment, wafting up the stairs like too strong a perfume, though there was no way she could possibly know yet. And his father… He’d never faced this kind of dread before, the sort that hurt even before the blow came, the anticipation of the pain almost worse than the pain itself. As much as he wanted Hunter to be there with him, as sweet as it was for him to offer, Sebastian would never dream of putting him through that kind of torture.
He missed his boyfriend the moment he said goodbye to him, his absence letting the chaos in Sebastian’s mind fully take hold. It was unfortunate that he couldn’t make it through the night without reality sinking in, putting a damper on their time together. He'd been so excited to finally have some time alone with Hunter, with real privacy, and yet he couldn’t help but be disappointed. First they’d been drugged, then he'd been… Not as into it as he wanted to be. Distracted. And now he wasn’t sure when they’d have this chance again. For all their talk and the anticipation, he wasn’t even sure anymore that Hunter wanted what he wanted and maybe that was okay. He didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want. And with everything else going on, maybe they didn’t need to take things any further. Still, he missed having him there. His bed felt big and lonely without him and he didn’t even have his scent on the pillows to keep him company.
Greg had been a little miffed to find the boys gone when he woke up. It was just a tiny bit rude, leaving without a word, but he couldn't bring himself to be mad about it. In fact he was feeling quite the opposite of how Bash was feeling, cheerful and satisfied as he walked Phee home. Daddy McCarthy wasn't home so he spent a little time with her before responsibility kicked in and he decided to get his ass home. First though? He wanted to check on Bash. Last night had been weird as hell and since Bash had left without a word, Greg hadn't had a chance to ask him how he was doing and if all this magic druggy happy outing had been on purpose or not.
He knocked on his bedroom door after leaving Phee's room, then opened the door when he thought he heard Bash invite him in. "Yo," he said, quirking a brow at Bash who looked fairly fucking miserable at that moment. Greg supposed that answered his question. "Bro... What's up? "
Sebastian tensed the moment someone knocked on the door, thinking for a moment that it might be his mother. When he saw it was Greg, he sat up, but still hugged a pillow into his lap, like it might protect him. Not that he needed protecting from Greg. “Hey, thought you’d still be lazing about.” Though, now that he thought about it, Greg hadn’t been heavily drinking last night, so he probably didn’t have a hangover to mess with. Still, he and Phee could’ve probably spent all day in bed and Sebastian doubted their mother would’ve noticed that she wasn’t home. Or, if she did, she’d be somewhere else, wherever she’d claimed to be that wasn’t Greg’s. “Sorry to leave without saying bye, but I didn’t want to bother you guys. We put clean sheets on the bed and everything. You know,” he shrugged, not going into detail, though Greg probably knew him well enough at this point to know he left the room in the state he found it in. “Thanks again, for letting us stay over.”
"Dude," Greg said with a little shrug. He didn't need to hear about how the sheets had needed changing or anything. "You hurt my feelings yo, leaving without saying goodbye and all." He hadn't hurted Greg's feelings, of course, he'd been more worried that Bash had either heard him and Phee or somehow figured out what they were up to and just left because he was pissed or grossed out or something. Taking his best friend's sister's virginity hadn't exactly been on Greg's schedule for the night but things didn't always go according to plan. He let himself in and closed the door behind him, plopping down on the desk chair, scooting it closer to the bed. "So... last night was kinda crazy."
“Sorry, I… We won’t stay over anymore.” Because the last thing Sebastian needed right now was Greg upset with him. He’d tried to be a perfect houseguest, going above and beyond what was probably even necessary, but he’d still managed to screw things up. It hadn’t seemed right to bother Greg when he knew he had a guest, especially when it was his sister, especially at the risk of interrupting something. Sebastian wasn’t foolish enough to think that just because his night ended up sucking didn’t mean everyone else’s did. And really, maybe it was a good idea. Maybe staying over at Greg’s was pushing them too fast into something Hunter didn’t really want and Sebastian needed to take that out of the equation. Maybe it would simplify things and he wouldn’t have to worry about the awkwardness of having his sister next door. He didn’t know. It felt like all the answers had fled from his brain, leaving a gaping wide hole of nothing. “Yeah, it’s really… fucked with my head.”
"Wait.. .what?" Greg blurted out, eyes going wide. "I was joking, dude, what's going on with you?" Bash was usually better at reading the mood but today he was apparently a wreck. He hadn't expected him to be considering Phee had been just fine but maybe Bash had eaten more cookies and thus gotten more drugs in his system and his coming down was harder... Or something. "You're welcome over anytime, bro... But yeah, think you were drugged, all of you. I'm guessing you didn't mean to come out, huh?"
“Oh. Okay. Sorry,” Sebastian said, running a hand through his hair. He still wasn’t entirely sure that staying over at Greg’s was a good idea anymore, but that was something to worry about later. He could always wait and see what Hunter wanted to do. “No, not last night. Sometime, sure, but not… not like that,” he said, chewing on his bottom lip. He’d been doing it often enough that it was red and close to bleeding, but he didn’t notice. “How bad do you think it’ll be? I mean, people were nice last night, but everyone was high. Except you and Kyle. Or maybe he’s just a dick even when he’s high.” It was so hard for him to tell what had been real now. Maybe the only reason everyone had been so accepting was because of the cookies. Or the punch. Or whatever had gotten too so many of them.
Greg had never seen his friend like that and he frowned as he listened, resting his arms on the back of the chair. "I think Kyle might just be a dick no matter what," he replied but Kyle really wasn't Bash's biggest problem and they both knew that. "Fuck, dude, I would have stopped you but I kinda didn't know until it was way too late. I don't think anyone will care at school, not really. I'll beat their ass if they give you shit, you know that."
“You couldn’t have done anything,” Sebastian said with a little shrug. “It just happened. And it felt so right at the time. I mean, it still kinda does, but… but now all the consequences are attached.” It was the exact reason he’d held off as long as he had. There would be fallout. Maybe not as much at school, but it was too widespread for him to contain, which meant it was only a matter of time before word made it back home. “My dad’s out of town, so… so I have a few days to figure that out. But my mom… we’re barely speaking now. I don’t know how to tell her without her calling me a drama queen and rolling her eyes.” He didn’t actually believe that was the way it would go, though he was sure that would be part of it.
"Good timing then," Greg sighed though a few months from now would have been way better. He considered offering to let Bash move some important things over to his place, just in case of the absolutely worst scenarios, but that was way too pessimistic and Bash already looked like he was ready to vomit from the stress of it all, Greg didn't need to add to it. "When are you gonna tell her?" he asked since not telling her wasn't an option at this point.
If Sebastian focused on the worst possible outcomes, he would definitely give himself a panic attack. So he was trying to be realistic, and realistically neither of his parents would do anything that might damage their own reputation. Even if they both completely rejected him, he doubted they’d go so far as to throw him out. It would make them look bad. But guessing he wouldn’t have to move out wasn’t exactly aiming real high and he knew just how tense things could get when his parents didn’t approve of something he’d done. This would be different. It wasn’t something he’d done, but something he was. “Tonight?” he said, his uncertainty making it come across as a question. “Maybe tomorrow. If I wait too long, someone else will tell her, you know?”
Greg wanted to tell him that nobody was going to tell his parents about this, teens definitely didn't just wander up to other people's parents to gossip but... they probably told their own parents and unfortunately parents talked to each other. "Probably better to do it soon, yeah," he agreed with a sympathetic frown. "You can always come hide at my place if shit hits the fan but yeah, if you're the one to break the news you'll at least see her reaction."
“I think she’ll be easier than my dad, but… doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to it, you know?” His mother had her own special way of making Sebastian feel like he wasn’t good enough. He couldn’t see her yelling at him, but he could totally see her laying the disappointment and disapproval on thick. “Thanksgiving is gonna suck,” he sighed. “There might definitely be some hiding at your place, when Phee’s not there, I mean.” He didn’t want to be the third wheel to his sister and best friend. Besides, he could always go to Hunter’s. At least, he thought he could.
"Man, you need some distraction," Greg said with a little sigh. It sucked to see Bash like this, all gloomy and anxious and that seemed to be more and more common in the last few months. "When I go home you should log in and come play Fortress with me, blowing shit up will make you feel better. Or we could hit the gym, work some of that frustration off."
“Maybe a little of both?” Sebastian asked with a little smile. He knew it was sitting there doing nothing that was making things worse, but the thing he needed to be doing he wasn’t quite ready for. Finding some way to exhaust himself seemed more appealing, plus he actually enjoyed working out. Once he was too tired to move, sitting on the couch playing Fortress was definitely appealing. “If you’ve got nothing going on, I mean.”
"That's my boy!" Greg said with a grin. "I've got nothing going on today so when I get home you get on your computer and log on and we'll kick ass together. Unless you wanna hang out here. We can play something else." Of course he'd be tempted to sneak to Phee's room every so often for a smooch but he knew when he was needed and Bash definitely needed someone to pull him out of his funk.
“No, Fortress sounds good. I just need to go for a run or something first,” Sebastian said. Working out had been a good suggestion. If he went straight to the computer, he’d regret it later when he had too much energy and nothing to spend it on. “You wanna come with? Or just want me to text you when I get back?” He knew Greg had offered, but also knew it was always nice to have a day off.
"You know what? I'm good," Greg said. "You do know it's fucking cold out, right?" He'd walked here with Phee and he wasn't exactly dying to run when there was a nippy breeze going on. Not today at least. Maybe if he knew for sure he could cuddle up with Phee afterwards and let her warm him up... "Just text me when you get back and I'll see you online."
“I know,” Sebastian said with a little laugh. He was actually looking forward to it. Something about the cold was invigorating and he knew it would distract him. “I’ll see you in a bit,” he told Greg. Working out and video games weren’t going to solve his problems, but at least they’d take his mind off them for a while and that was what he really needed at the moment.