James (jamesownsit) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-09-10 14:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | james, will |
Sunday - August 3rd, 2008
Who: James and Will
When: Early Morning
Where: Hotel Suite - Hawaii
What: An argument
Will
*is fast asleep, dreaming of random palm trees whilst the sound of the sea's lulled him to sleep. apart from when he hears the scratching sounds of a suitcase, and wardrobes opening, and the sound of someone shifting around. grumbling slightly his eyes open - and then he sees James, hastily packing his belongings. confused and getting just a little scared, he gradually sits himself up* ........ whass goin on?
James
*jumps slightly at the sound of the voice cutting through the silence. he's nearly packed, placing the last of his things in the suitcase and closing it before he speaks* I'm taking a flight into Boston today.
Will
*suddenly awake but still sounds drowsy * ... what?
James
Boston. I'm going to Boston. I... nothing's wrong just.... *reluctant to tell him the reason why he's going because he already knows he's not going to like it*
Will
*sits up, shifting his bed covers* What.... why're you going is it.... *tries not to sound panicked but sounds very quiet* Do you just... wanna go home?....
James
No. *voice is soft and reassuring, but then he sighs, moving to take a seat on the bed next to Will* I called Fisher last night to thank him for the cd and... *he was finding it hard to even form the words* He's decided to leave Danvers for a while, or maybe for good and... I need to go say goodbye.
Will
*is initially worried to death - then jealous - then annoyed - and finally quite sad. he goes quiet a moment, thinking about fisher - then frowns* so you were just going to run off in the middle of the night? bag packed, leave a not, peck on the head.....
James
No, Will, I was going to wake you. *he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment* I just needed more time to think before... So I could figure out what to say.
Will
So you're just gonna go. Say goodbye to him and I can't.
James
*quiet* I don't know that he would want you to. He... doesn't even really want me there.
Will
No he doesn't want me there, he never does. Because he's a fucking.... *sighs and gets quite frustrated, hitting the duvet as he shoves it out of the way, getting up*
James
*is quiet, not sure what else to say or do right now so he decides to try something reassuring* I won't stay gone long.
Will
You're not going alone that's why. *goes to his mini wardrobe, pulling it open*
James
No, Will, I am going alone. This.. I... *as much as he hated to tell him no, he had to in this case* You can't go with me for this.
Will
*stops, then turns round to him, incredulously. pauses a moment* I can't even fly with you?
James
I already have the ticket. It was all I could do to just get the one seat on such short notice, Will, and... *he sighed, running a hand back through his hair* I need to do this without you, okay? I can't... I don't... Fuck... *he groaned* I just need a little space to deal with this.
Will
*stares at him a moment, lips together. similar look to that when james had both he and fisher in a room, 'laying down the law'. after a few seconds he slams the mini wardrobe shut and storms out of the room* fucking go alone then.
James
Great. *he muttered under his breath, groaning a little as he sits there on the bed frowning at the ground. finally stands up and follows after him* Will.... come back, please. I don't wanna fight right now.
Will
*raiding the minibar, but only brings out a bottle of water.* We're not fighting. You're fucking off to Boston leaving me here alone to run after Fisher. *small dry laugh* Least now I know how he feels now
James
Oh my fucking God, I am not fucking off to go run after Fisher. I am going to go say goodbye! Have you not been listening? Is that not what I already said?
Will
You are running off in the middle of the night!!! Not even waking me up before you have to run off and catch a flight how the fuck am I supposed to see it? And he doesn't want me there, YOU don't want me there! If he's going away forever I don't want him to.... *stops himself, takes a deep breath - but it doesn't work* Fuck it. Let him hate me. Say your little goodbye, and all that fucking business but I am NOT staying here.
James
If you go, he won't even TALK to me, Will. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I am so fucking sorry that I ruined your friendship with him but I can't go back and undo that and I can't force him to just stop being angry at you and forgive you and I can't ... *throws up his hands exasperated* FIX ANYTHING. So please, please, just.. let me have today and I will be back tomorrow. Please.
Will
*shakes head and eventually wafts a hand* Go. Go. Your bag's packed isn't it? Flee. Go off. I won't be fucking here if you fly back, to hell with that. No vacation here any more, no fucking point.
James
Oh God, Will, don't... do that. Don't make this about you because it's not about you. It has nothing to fucking do with you or with us and just... *growls*
Will
No. It's you and Fisher. Which always seems to come up when we're away, funnily enough, being happy and on holiday and alone. Bonding more. Attempting to what is it.... deepen our relationship or some mindfuck shit? So yeah fine go. I'm still not staying.
James
FINE! *surprises himself with the yelling* Do whatever the fuck you want, Will. I know you're going to anyway regardless of what I fucking say so... *shakes his head and sighs* I got a plane to catch.
Will
*glares, temper flaring* that's what I SAID, asshole!!! Get your fucking plane and GO! *anger rises in him and he hurls the bottle past James, hitting a plant pot before turning instinctively with his head in his hands towards the corner of the room*
James
*ducks out of the way of the flying bottle and then just stands there, sighing before falling silent for a moment* I love you. *brief pause* I'll text you when my plane lands.
Will
*swallows and ignores him, mumbling under his breath*
James
*sharply* Will. *pauses for a moment then deliberately* I love you.
Will
*breaths out briefly then continues repeating it under his breath - dont lose it, dont lose it, dont lose it, dont lose it....*
James
*waits quietly for a moment longer before sighing and turning to go to the bedroom to grab his suitcase*
Will
*hears him go and rests his head against the wall, pushing his fingers into his eyes* don't lose him, don't lose him......
James
*returns in just a moment and then hesitates nearby the door* Will, please, I have to go or.. I'm going to end up missing my plane. But I don't want to leave things like this.
Will
*with effort, tears himself away from his hidey place and turns to look at james. his eyes are red but only because he's forced himself not to cry or anything - stupid. seems a little bit calmer but sulky, still more accepting - but incredibly sad. tries to avoid his eyes as he says softly* See you in New York.
James
* is definitely affected by seeing Will so upset though glad that he's finally actually speaking to him. puts his suitcase down and walks over to the other man, pulling him into a tight hug, face buried against the crook of his neck.* I love you, baby. *whispers* Please don't be mad at me, okay? Because I love you, I do, so much. *presses a kiss against his neck*
Will
*is quiet but he hugs back, staring at the wall with determination until he sighs and forces himself out of their embrace* You need to go. *waits for him to pick up the suitcase and until he's by the door before he blurts out - * Tell him... tell him goodbye from Willyboo... please... *seems to struggle as he says it but tries to remain casual*
James
*feels infinitely better when he finally pulls away* I'll call you. *lifts his hand up and presses a soft kiss against his knuckles before he lets go and grabs his suitcase. crosses to the door and then pauses when Will speaks* I will. *smiles and blows him a kiss* See you soon, puddin' pop."
Will
*withdraws and folds his arms over his chest, not even attempting to smile.*
James
*frowns a little, but leaves anyway because he doesn't have any more time to spare*
Will
*listens to him walking down the hallway until he can't hear anything anymore. then merely stands, looking around him at the broken plant pot and the empty room feeling thoroughly hollow and pissed off all at the same time*