Brad Wright (ihateher) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-12-29 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | brad, rusty |
Monday November 25th 2019
Who: Brad and Rusty
What: Talking about guy stuffs
Where: Rusty's room at the BGH
When: Morning, after their aim chat
Rating: TBD
When Brad had thought that Rusty was angry with him, and their friendship might be over, he had felt lower than the lowest form of life on the planet. And that had made him cry like life was coming to an end. Brad wasn't much of a crier, but in the moment it had seemed like the only thing he could possibly do. He felt awful, and even when Rusty asked him to come over to his room and talk, Brad still felt awful. Lousy and awful and heartbroken. And awful. And what was worse, he looked like a total wreck. So after washing his face and combing back his hair and throwing on a sweatshirt, Brad stepped out into the hallway, pausing at Rusty's door. Sniffling, then brushing his hair over his face, Brad knocked on the door, toes curling in the carpet. He didn't want Rusty to see him looking so pathetic and gross, but he didn't want to keep him waiting, either.