Tiger B (tigrrr) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-02-15 01:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | rorie, tiger |
Wednesday 15th October
Who: Tiger & Rorie
Where: Rorie's room
When: Wednesday afternoon
What: Rorie's in a bad way, Tiger to the rescue. With pot.
Notes: Msg/Phone --- AIM scene
imbendingurspoon (00:45:13): tiger i need you
texanbones (00:48:26): sorry?
imbendingurspoon (00:51:53): I need you tigger. I'm in a bad place.
texanbones (00:52:25): ok ok wait
texanbones (00:52:41): im gonna ring you yeah?
imbendingurspoon (00:52:58): Kk
texanbones (00:53:12): --------------
texanbones (00:53:15): *dials*
imbendingurspoon (00:56:47): *Picks up the phone Sounding defeated with his voice cracking* Tiger. . . He left me.
texanbones (00:57:29): *softly* slow.... rorie, slow.... garret left you?
imbendingurspoon (00:59:01): *Sniffles* He left me because he can't trust me anymore.
texanbones (00:59:19): I'm sorry, man
imbendingurspoon (01:00:42): I don't know what to do. It. . . It hurts so bad.
texanbones (01:00:54): It's okay dude it's okay.... where are you?
imbendingurspoon (01:02:32): My room. I haven't left it since Sunday.
texanbones (01:02:43): Shit, sunday??.... okay.
imbendingurspoon (01:04:17): I just can't get myself to leave.
texanbones (01:04:34): Dude it's gonna be okay. *doors opening* I'm on my way
imbendingurspoon (01:05:19): Then why does it hurt so bad?
texanbones (01:05:56): Because.... it's a relationship. Relationships hurt.
imbendingurspoon (01:08:24): *lets out a shaky breath and holds back a sob* I just want him back.
texanbones (01:08:38): *softly* I know.
imbendingurspoon (01:10:59): Tiger. . . *Pauses and whimpers* Will it ever stop hurting?
texanbones (01:11:20): It will.... I promise you.
imbendingurspoon (01:13:09): I want it to stop. Isn't there anything I can do to make it better?
texanbones (01:13:25): Not right now, kiddo.... just hang in there I'm not far.
imbendingurspoon (01:14:23): Okay. . . Thank you Tiger.
texanbones (01:14:40): It's okay.
imbendingurspoon (01:16:25): No it's not, But thanks still.
texanbones (01:17:17): Your door open?
imbendingurspoon (01:18:02): Yeah. It's open.
texanbones (01:18:15): Okay good.... in bed or sitting.
imbendingurspoon (01:18:59): Bed.
texanbones (01:19:05): Make room.
imbendingurspoon (01:20:26): Okay. I'll kick Pete out of bed.
texanbones (01:20:37): *mumble*
imbendingurspoon (01:21:29): There'll be room for you.
texanbones (01:21:42): Yeah but I'll probably lie on dog drool
imbendingurspoon (01:22:19): No, you're good.
texanbones (01:22:28): okay
imbendingurspoon (01:24:19): I'll see you in a bit then.
texanbones (01:24:27): You'll see me in thirty seconds.
imbendingurspoon (01:25:54): *Lays in bed a mess cuddling the stuffed animals Garret gave him*
texanbones (01:27:29): *enters the room after a moment*
imbendingurspoon (01:29:02): *Looks up and gives a small wave*
texanbones (01:29:25): *sighs at how pathetic he looks before going over, shoving his phone in his pocket*
imbendingurspoon (01:33:36): *Curls around him* I still love him.
texanbones (01:35:03): *lies down infront of him, wrapping his arms around him* I'd be worried if you didnt
imbendingurspoon (01:36:55): When will it stop hurting? *Buries his face into Tiger's neck*
texanbones (01:37:03): I dunno, man.
imbendingurspoon (01:38:39): Isn't there something anyone can do to make it stop?
texanbones (01:39:14): *sighs* Just gotta cry it out, man.... you'll get through it. It's hard, but....
imbendingurspoon (01:48:58): Does it always feel like you're dying?
texanbones (01:49:22): *tiny breath* I can do
imbendingurspoon (01:52:22): Should I give back the stuff he gave me?
texanbones (01:52:37): No.... no not yet. Keep it a while then when you feel like you can, give it back,
imbendingurspoon (01:54:08): I. . . Should I give back Pete?
texanbones (01:54:16): Hell, no! No....
imbendingurspoon (01:57:11): *Goes quiet sniffling for a moment* Do you have any pot?
texanbones (01:57:31): Dude of course I have pot.... *looks down at him* I grabbed it as soon as you said.
imbendingurspoon (01:58:40): I just want to not hurt for a bit.
texanbones (01:59:02): I can do that... it's in my back pocket, hold on *leans away from him and fishes around*
imbendingurspoon (02:01:23): *Watches and sits up getting a bit eager*
texanbones (02:01:44): *brings out a joint then a small lighter along with it*
imbendingurspoon (02:06:11): *Waits and watches he takes the joint and the lighter before lighting it and taking a decent drag*
texanbones (02:06:35): Hey woah.... easy on the first hit, dude... you're not used to this.... *laughs and takes it from him*
imbendingurspoon (02:08:21): *Blows it out and coughs* what'll happen? I get stoned faster?
texanbones (02:08:33): You'll have a whitey and throw up on me.
imbendingurspoon (02:09:41): *Stares at before chilling out a bit taking it easier*
texanbones (02:10:34): *laughs, takes a drag, letting it settle before blowing it in rorie's face* This is quality my friend. Got it for Lyle's leaving
imbendingurspoon (02:16:33): *Blinks an sucks in the smoke playfully* At least now I can do what I want like smoke pot and drink till I Puke without wondring about someone waiting for me.
texanbones (02:17:14): *thinks twice about his answer* Could look at it like that
imbendingurspoon (02:19:24): Yeah I mean. . . Look on the brightside. *Looks away before taking a smaller hit*
texanbones (02:19:53): Always look on the bright side of life.... doo doo.... dodododododo
imbendingurspoon (02:21:45): *Snickers* Better than laying
texanbones (02:22:12): *stares then laughs* What?
imbendingurspoon (02:25:15): I don't know. *Snickers and rubs face before taking another hit*
texanbones (15:37:06): You're weirder when you're high
imbendingurspoon (15:37:31): At least I'm not sobbing uncontrollably.
texanbones (15:37:44): That's true.
imbendingurspoon (15:41:51): *hums softly, pulling a stuffed dinosaur that Garret had left him up and cuddling with it* I still love him.
texanbones (15:42:10): Dude you broke up on Sunday. If you didn't still love him you'd be a fucking fickle ass.
texanbones (15:42:24): And you wouldn't be lying here smoking pot with me.
imbendingurspoon (15:43:25): *looks down at the dinosaur petting it and holding it like it was fragile* I want a beer. . .
texanbones (15:43:42): Nope. Beer and pot don't mix. One or the other.
imbendingurspoon (15:43:58): Why not?
texanbones (15:44:07): They just don't dude.
imbendingurspoon (15:44:15): What happens?
texanbones (15:44:27): I aint telling you! Sides it varies on the person.
imbendingurspoon (15:44:49): Just tell me! I'm curious! Jesus fucking Christ.
texanbones (15:45:20): *takes a hit* You think people like being here?
imbendingurspoon (15:45:38): *shakes his head* No.
texanbones (15:45:47): Neither do I.
imbendingurspoon (15:49:00): *softly* I want to go home. . .
texanbones (15:49:20): But I thought.... right.
imbendingurspoon (15:51:11): Why do people keep leaving me?
texanbones (15:52:18): They don't leave you Rorie...
imbendingurspoon (15:53:47): Yes they did. My mom and dad did, my biological parents did, and now Garret. . . I'm broken, there's something wrong with me. *hugs the toy to his chest before taking a hit*
texanbones (15:54:44): *sits up, grabs a stuffed toy and thwaps him hard with it*
imbendingurspoon (15:54:59): Ow! What the fuck!?
texanbones (15:55:50): You're not fucking broken!
imbendingurspoon (15:56:09): Then why do people keep leaving me?
texanbones (15:56:27): Maybe because they're no good for you!
imbendingurspoon (15:57:06): I'd rather have people not good for me than be alone!
texanbones (15:57:27): That's fucked up shit, Rorie. I'm still with you. Thanks for telling me how much I fucking mean.
imbendingurspoon (15:59:33): No Tiger. . . I didn't mean it like that. . .
texanbones (16:00:06): Sure you did. Everyone leaves you, that's why I'm sitting here trying to help you get through it yeah?
imbendingurspoon (16:01:13): *sits there quietly, sulking a bit*
texanbones (16:02:15): You know every time you hollar at me because you need someone, because someone else has done shit to you? I'm there. Every time you're freaking out? I'm there. I'm the one who tries to cheer you up, and tells you to get over it, and supports you, but I'm not recognised as anything because I haven't broken your heart.
imbendingurspoon (16:03:03): *softly* I'm sorry.
texanbones (16:03:28): So you should be. Because I don't expect jack shit from you in return.
imbendingurspoon (16:06:02): *mumbles* You don't count as everyone. . .
texanbones (16:06:14): Then who am I?
imbendingurspoon (16:06:39): My best friend. *looks up at*
texanbones (16:07:37): Then treat me like it, dude. I am sorry that Garret and you broke up. I know how much it's hurting... I can see it. But don't ever say that you are alone.
imbendingurspoon (16:08:12): Okay. *scooches over and hugs him*
texanbones (16:10:01): *hugs back* Fuckin'.... power ranger retard. *rests head against*
imbendingurspoon (16:11:01): Love you. *nuzzles against sniffling slightly* I don't wanna cry anymore.
texanbones (16:11:51): Love you as well.... *pats his back*
imbendingurspoon (16:13:54): *takes a shaking breath and starts to softly cry again holding onto Tiger tigher*
texanbones (16:14:18): *rocks him gently* You'll feel better... trust me.
imbendingurspoon (16:15:06): I want him back Tigger, I want him back so bad. *starts to cry harder, having held it back for too long*
texanbones (16:16:07): *continues to rock him, stroking his back softly*
imbendingurspoon (16:19:01): *just holds onto Tiger crying until he's calmed down and just hiccups and sniffles*
texanbones (16:19:41): *rests chin on his head, nuzzles him a little* you owe me a shirt.
imbendingurspoon (16:20:56): *laughs slighty* Okay. *nuzzles back, getting tired and just finding Tiger warm and comforting*
texanbones (16:21:51): Come on, you. Settle. *leans back on to the bed, bringing him ontop of him so he can still hold him*
imbendingurspoon (16:24:15): *easily lays back down with him, pulling the covers up over them, tucking his head under Tiger's head*
texanbones (16:24:27): You feel like you can sleep?
imbendingurspoon (16:24:45): *softly* I guess.
texanbones (16:25:26): Have you slept, recently?
imbendingurspoon (16:25:45): No not really.
texanbones (16:26:16): So do it now. I'm your mattress. Sleep.
imbendingurspoon (16:28:22): *curls up onto, tucking his face slightly under the blanket closing his tired eyes* I'll try.
texanbones (16:28:34): No try. Soak in the pot. Let it relax you.
imbendingurspoon (16:32:37): *lays there slightly tense before relaxing slowly and humming softly, racing soft circles on Tiger's arms*
texanbones (20:01:35): You'll be okay.
imbendingurspoon (20:08:26): *grips a bit tighter before closing his eyes and in a few minutes finally going to sleep.*