Thursday - January 29th, 2009
who: rez and fake fisher when: afternoon where: rez's dorm what: rez has no idea wtf is going on!
Rez headed back to his dorm room right after he had logged off from talking to Fisher online. He was confused and a bit pissed off and if he got back to the dorm and Fisher was gone he was going to FLIP. But Fisher wasn't gone. As he flung the door open, the dark haired man was still there and he stopped dead in his tracks, looking at him and looking around, confusion clear upon his face. "Have you been... here the whole time?" ~~~ The last thing Fisher really remembered was being on Rez's bed, flipping through a magazine. He wasn't trying especially hard to remember his morning, but he did feel kind of like he's just woken up and there he was, on Rez's bed while the guy walked through the door. Looking up, he cocked an eyebrow, glancing around the room as though it might hold the key to whatever Rez looked so stricken about. "Um... yes?" ~~~ Rez looked around again, looking for anything he could have used to have gotten online and had that conversation with him that was readily available but there was nothing there. "So you... you weren't just talking to me online?" He was starting to figure it out now. That damn demon was fucking with his head! ~~~ Sitting up now, Fisher looked over Rez with concern. "No... why, did you need something? I mean if you wanna get in touch with me just-" He paused, frowning. He didn't have a phone, or his laptop with him. He wasn't sure where they'd gone to. "Are you all right? You look sorta freaked out, did something happen...?" ~~~ Rez exhaled a soft growl. "I think your ex-boyfriend is fuckin' with me. I was online and I saw you were on and I was talkin' to you and you were actin' like you had no idea you'd been here and that you were in Vegas with James and... He must've hacked your account." ~~~ "Oh." Fisher frowned, thinking it over. That didn't seem like the kind of thing James would do. He didn't like Rez, but that was mostly because he'd been jealous of him. But now James had Will, and his kid and their nice little life, so why would he want to make Rez and Fisher miserable? "Why would he say I was in Vegas with him though? I mean he... he and Will are..." Falling quiet, Fisher shrugged, fiddling with a loose thread on his pants. "Probably forgot about me by now anyway." ~~~ "Becuz you... were." Rez replied, feeling even more perplexed that Fisher didn't seem to remember much of what had gone on. "He and Will ain't together. They... they're in the middle of a divorce. He left him and the two of you..." He frowned a bit. "Don't you remember all of that?" ~~~ For the longest time, Fisher just stared at Rez, his face pretty much blank. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, too heavy with confusion. "What?" he asked, tossing the magazine aside and moving to the edge of the bed. "Rez, I don't... what the hell are you talking about? They're getting divorced?! When did that happen?" Looking up at the ceiling, Fisher laughed a little, shaking his head. "Serves the fucker right." ~~~ And now Rez was even more confused. He just didn't get what was happening AT ALL. "How can you... not remember all of this, Fisher? I don't... understand it. I mean he.... you..." Rez inhaled a breath and exhaled slowly before he remarked, "I think I need to sit down." This was making his head hurt. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and drew a hand back through his hair. ~~~ Moving over so Rez could sit, Fisher drew his knees up to his chest and watched Rez a minute, his small brow scrunched up in concern. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, resting his chin on his knees. "I don't mean to stress you out or anything. I didn't... I don't know. I mean, is this stuff I should know or... I thought you didn't like me being hung up on him so I'm trying not to pay attention to whatever shit goes on in his life... I thought you'd like that." ~~~ "Maybe I'm just losin' my mind," Rez remarked, laughing like he was joking but he was kind of serious. This was just... Fucked up. He felt like something was really bad off and he couldn't figure out what it was or maybe he didn't want to. "It don't matter. You're here, right?" He looked over at Fisher as he said this. "That's what counts, isn't it?" ~~~ Breaking into a small smile, Fisher crawled over to Rez. "Right," he said quietly, putting an arm around Rez and nuzzling his neck. "I'm here. With you. And I'm not going anywhere. Fuck that loser, he's not worth half of you." Pressing a few small kisses on the skin, Fisher moved himself onto Rez's lap, wrapping his legs around the man's waist. "You're everything I ever wanted, Jon." ~~~ This still didn't feel right. It didn't make sense that Fisher would be fucking with him like that and it didn't make sense either that James would. It just wasn't his style. It was too underhanded and indirect and that wasn't like him at all. So what the fuck was going on? It was hard to think much more about it once Fisher had crawled onto his lap, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. "Do you love me?" He asked, sliding his hands up to rest upon Fisher's hips, peering in his eyes, watching for any sign of uncertainty or deception on his part. "If he came back here, like right now, today, and he got on his knees and begged you to take him back, would you go with him?" ~~~ Laughing like it was a silly question, Fisher cupped Rez's face in his hands. "Of course," he said softly. He loved Rez. He always had, sometimes so much it scared him. But he had loved James too, and he had always chosen James before, so the next part of the question was probably fair. But Fisher didn't hesitate in his response.
"No. I wouldn't. I mean I... I'll always kinda love him. But he's not right for me. He's not the one that makes me happy, that really gets me. You do. And no amount of begging on his part will make him right for me." ~~~ That was exactly what Rez wanted to hear, but that made it all the more unsettling. But instead of saying anything more about it, he just wrapped Fisher up in a tight hug and held him, silent and thinking. There was something very off about this but... God, he wasn't even sure that he wanted to know what. ~~~ Holding Rez just as tightly back, Fisher frowned a little, trying to think. What was going on with Rez? He didn't seem to be very okay, and Fisher couldn't figure out why. Wasn't he happy?
He pulled back slightly, looking at Rez with a faint pout on his lips. "Are you not happy with me?" he asked quietly. "Is that why you're... are you trying to get me to go back to James? Is that why you're saying all the things you are?" ~~~ "No," Rez replied quickly. "No, no, not at all. I'm just... confused, that's all." He leaned forward to press his nose against Fisher's own. "Of course I'm happy with you. You're.. the only person I think I've ever really been happy with. I'm just... I dunno. I'm so used to things going to shit around me that I guess I'm just scared is all." ~~~ Smiling, Fisher's thumbs brushed over Rez's cheeks. "I know," he said softly. "It's okay. I'm... kinda scared of this too. I've never had someone just... love me like you do. I know I don't deserve it, but I'm so glad I have you. Really." He took one of Rez's hands, holding it up and lacing their fingers. "And I promise, I'm gonna make you so damn happy, Jonny. I will." ~~~ It was easy to get caught up in how good it felt being with Fisher. Rez smiled, a soft sort of smile, his gaze following his hand down to those laced fingers which he then squeezed gently. "Let's go out this weekend, do something fun. We've been cooped up in here for ages, not that I mind any..." He smirked. "But I feel guilty keeping you all to myself and not sharing this beautiful, smiling face with the world at large."