Shane Alexander Collins (loverafteryou) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-03-25 05:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | micah angel, player: amber, player: lindsay, rylee collins, shane collins |
Who: Shane Collins, Micah Angel, and Rylee Collins [Eros, Poseidon, and the Harp]
What: Lots of Collins family Easter drama llama
Where: The Collins' Ma and Pa's house in NYC
When: Easter Sunday, late night
Rating: R for language and fist fighting
Status: Starts out as a narrative, then into a thread.
Micah knew this was going to be slightly awkward, since Rylee’s brother didn’t seem to like him too much, but he didn’t know it was going to end up the way it did.
When they first arrived and knocked on the door, Shane was the first to reach the door, giving his little sister a hug, all the while giving Micah a glare over her shoulder. Once Micah passed by him, Shane welcomed him with a ‘Hey, asshole’ before closing the door behind them, earning him what was to be the first our of many smacks on the back of the head from Rylee.
During dinner, Shane took every single opportunity he could find to try and cut Micah down under his breath, this time causing his Ma to join in and smack him as well. Not only was she beginning to like Micah already, but she’d taught Shane better than that. In his mind, it didn’t matter who it was. Anyone dating his sister was going to have to endure torture before gaining his approval. Nothing really too personal. At least Shane didn’t think of it that way.
Then it came to sleeping arrangements. Ma wasn’t going to let Micah and Rylee not stay under her roof, and Pa Collins wasn’t going to have them sharing a bedroom. None of that funny business. So where did that leave Micah? You guess it. He had to stay in Shane’s room… with Shane. Micah wasn’t about to say that he would rather sleep on the couch, because that would be letting Shane win. Shane could look like an ass in front of his family all he wanted, but Micah wasn’t about to. Shane wasn’t too happy though. But it was better than him staying with his sister. He smiled, pretending like he was perfectly fine to have his good buddy Micah in the room.
He disappeared into his room while Micah and Rylee said goodnight to one another, but once Micah was in the room, Shane was changing shirts to go to sleep, and couldn’t help but make a comment. “’ey. Ya make a move to get outta here, and try to be all cut and sneaky to go see Rylee, you better change that thought quick. Because I’m watching you. No funny business.”
Micah sighed and turned to look up at Shane as he put his bag down on the bed, glad that he didn’t have to play the nice guy and just take it anymore. “I wasn’t going to, but you keep saying things like that and being a smartass, then maybe I will. You won’t stay up all night.” Micah had more respect for her parents than that, but he wasn’t afraid to make Shane think otherwise.
“Isn’t this whole nice routine you’ve been putting on supposed to be so you can make my parents like you? They won’t like you very much if you break their rules.” That sounded so cheesy and childish, but it was true. If Micah wanted to be on their good side, he’d do no such thing as what he was insinuating.
Micah laughed a little bit. “Is that what you think I’m doing? I’m just being myself. Only thing that’s different is that I’m not buying into your bullshit.” His jaw clenched, pissed off at himself now for letting Shane finally know he was annoyed by it all. He had been doing a good job pretending like it wasn’t a big deal. “You’re the one who’s ending up looking like a jackass in front of your family. Not me. I’m just respecting them enough to not get in a fight with you in their house. I’m being considerate.” It was new for Micah, the meeting the parents thing. He’d never really had a serious relationship before Rylee, and whenever a girl would mention seeing the parents, he would bolt. He wasn’t going to mess it up the first time he did anything like this. And he hoped this was the final time he’d have to meet the parents, because he wasn’t expecting anyone after Rylee. “I have to say, it’s funny how they can all just give you a quick smack in the head and you instantly stop for at least a short while.” Shane was obviously at the mercy of the females in the house. Except for Julia, who seemed to simply not want to be there at all.
“At least I have family that want me here. Why couldn’t you just stay at home with your family, Micah? They didn’t put up a fight? When are you going to bring my sister home to meet them, if you’re so serious about her? She had to ask you first.” Shane was trying to see if he could pick up any sore subjects there. How he truly felt about his sister, maybe some issues with the family…
And he sure as hell hit it. Being adopted, Micah always had felt loved, yet not. He was adopted, so someone had to have wanted to give him up. But on the other hand? His adoptive parents cared about him, and never made him feel unwanted. He hated people insinuating otherwise. That, and he didn’t like Shane trying to say that he didn’t care for his sister as much as he did. It was a huge deal for him to come down here, or for him to be able to say ‘I love you’ to someone who wasn’t family. He’d just… never done it, because he’d never felt that way about anyone else before. “Shut up. Don‘t make it sound like I don‘t care about her.” Was all he said as he changed his clothes to get ready for bed. This wasn’t going to be fun if Shane didn’t heed his warning.
Shane simply shrugged his shoulders, and of course, hadn’t heeded it. He knew how Micah felt, because he was Eros. The ability gave it away. But he was sure as hell going to act like it wasn’t obvious to him. “Well, then I think you need to say something otherwise, because to me…” He made a face like he doubted Micah.
Micah swiftly closed the distance between them from across the room. “Look, just because Little Mr. Cupid is so cynical and anti-relationship doesn’t mean that everyone else that isn’t is ridiculous and stupid.” He had read Shane’s journal entries, and he could tell just how anti-love the man was. “What happened? Just never had a girl who wanted you for more than just sex? Are you lonely and bitter because of it? Oh, or maybe… maybe there was some girl who came along and dicked you over. Did you love her? And she did something that caused you to be all poor cynical Shane?” There had to be some reason why Shane was so adamant about not wanting anyone else to be happy.
Shane did the first thing that his Irish temper would allow.. And that first thing? Was connecting his fist with Micah’s face. Micah had, somehow, guessed exactly right. There had been a girl once. A girl who said she loved him, then ended up leaving him for his best friend. He didn’t put much faith in relationships after that, and he didn’t like that Micah had guessed so correctly. He hated talking about it, or thinking about it, and he didn’t like this dirt bag bringing it up either.
Micah’s head turned with the blow, the back of his hand going under his nose after he had recovered some to see if it was bleeding. He looked back up at Shane and laughed. “I was right. Poor Shane.” Normally Micah would have hit him back, but he was in the Collins household, and he was trying to keep that in mind, even if their son was being a jackass.
Shane, on the other hand, didn’t care that he hadn’t hit him. Poor Shane? No. He wasn’t going to be called that. Pulling his elbow back again, his fist flew and connected with Micah’s face once again, this time drawing blood.
Micah didn’t like being hit one more time. He was trying not to hit him, but that when he lost it. He brought his fist back and quickly brought it across Shane’s face, not really giving the blonde time to think. Shane’s face went back over his shoulder with the punch, but he didn’t fall over. “Fine, Baby. You get your wish. I won’t ‘invade’ your fucking territory anymore. I’ll sleep on the couch. Should be more pleasant anyway.” With that, he got up and grabbed his bag, made his way to the door, opened it, and slammed the bag down in the hallway where the kids’ rooms were. He went to the couch and sat down.
Shane, on the other hand, followed him, but only part of the way. If he was bleeding, he wanted to know. So he headed to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror, slamming the door behind him.