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Tweak says, "do do do do do BANANA PHONE"

Drew Summers (summers_here) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-22 20:21:00

Entry tags:

drew summers, oswald cadwallader

Who: Ozzie & Drew
When: that evening
Where: their place
What: Drew comes home
Rating: R+?

After his run-in with Dean at that club, Drew's sexcapades had turned into something a little more like prostitution; all that was missing was the money. He didn't want to eat, or sleep or do anything but try and become lost with someone else's body, touch and be touched and forget and forget and forget.

And then he saw Ozzie's message and he couldn't forget anymore because the pain of it was right there, curled about his heart and he had to return.

He came back to the house that he'd thought he'd forgotten about (but could never forget about) and knocked gingerly on the door; he looked terrible, gaunt and tired and black-eyed with exhaustion, his body bruised from too rough games and drunken carelessness. He was dirty and grimy and dressed in someone else's clothes, and all he wanted was to see Ozzie and say sorry before he curled up on the step and died.

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chasingcomets
2010-09-25 04:00 pm UTC (link)

For a good long time now, Ozzie had been keeping track of how long Drew would disappear for at any given time, and by this point he thought he'd gotten used to his best friend running off for days at a time. His calendar was almost more marked up than not, a big red X through days he was gone... and this last time was the worst. Longer than he had ever been gone at once, and as the days wore on the marks got progressively shakier.

And as soon as he'd made the first mark on that day, he heard someone at the door.

He didn't dare to hope it was Drew - he'd done that more than enough lately - but whoever it was, he had to answer. As long as it wasn't someone coming to say something terrible had happened, then he was all right. Opening the door gingerly, he poked his head out, afraid of what he was going to see.

"Drew?" Ozzie had never seen him that bad before. But he was going to fix it. He always did. A nice warm bath, fresh clothes, something to eat, and sleep for roughly two weeks. He wouldn't settle for anything less. "Drew, what did you-- who did this to--" Throwing out all pretense, but careful not to aggravate any injury, Ozzie threw his arms around his lost friend and hugged him. "Oh my god, Drew!"

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summers_here
2010-09-27 01:00 am UTC (link)

Drew stopped thinking, feeling, everything when the door opened and Ozzie was there. He was shaky with lack of sleep and the come down or tailing high of whatever he'd taken or needed to take; his normally over-running mouth was on mute now and he couldn't find any words to say. He watched Ozzie half-ask questions he couldn't give the answers to, partially because he didn't know himself but also because he didn't want to expose those parts of him to his best friend.

His best friend who was then holding him in a way that didn't make Drew's bones ache or his skin sear the way all those other hands had. He put his arms back around Ozzie to return the hug and it turned into something a little more like a cling; he held on for dear life, his face buried in against Ozzie's shoulder and he could have cared less that anyone walking by may have seen them, he was just concentrating on holding on to the only steady thing he had left in the chaos he'd made for himself and breathing.

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chasingcomets
2010-10-04 03:50 pm UTC (link)

Ozzie had never felt more protective in his life. He held tightly to Drew with one hand, the other cradling the back of Drew's head. "It'll be all right, everything will be all right," he repeated, as much for himself as the other. He suppressed a shudder - he needed to be strong for Drew - and bit his lip, wanting just to cry and shout and tell Drew never to do that to him again, that he couldn't stand this anymore. But that was the last thing anyone needed right now.

Eventually, Ozzie nudged the door shut without relinquishing his grip, and began to guide Drew to the couch. "Let's just forget about all of this mess," he wavered. "You don't have to say anything. As long as you're home."

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summers_here
2010-10-04 10:30 pm UTC (link)

Drew's fingers bunched Ozzie's shirt and he heard himself breathing, ragged and torn, under the reassurances that Ozzie poured gently over him, over them both he thought.

He moved when Ozzie moved, taking stock of where he was being ushered to and he had to let go to sit down, although he grabbed hold of Ozzie's hand as soon as his friend sat down.

He'd been about to apologise, or something, but then, then... he heard that waver and it tilted his aching heart. He saw the anxiety flooding out of Ozzie and leaving the boy cold and Drew hated himself more than he usually did for doing this. He reached up and put his hand against Ozzie's cheek, brushing away some hair with his thumb, studying the other face before offering only a reflected ghost of his former smile and dropping his hand again. "You're home." he said, meaning that, and then that smile died like a flower in frost. "Ozzie..."

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