I HATE THIS TOWN, IT'S SO WASHED UP [david]

[andrew bartholomew wilde]

drew had never been on a plane before in his life. he didn't know why he would ever had have to be on one - after all, it wasn't like his parents really took him and his younger sister belle anywhere and even if they did, it was always something within a few minutes' drive of the town in ohio where he'd grown up in case any "emergencies" at work came up. there was never enough time for family vacations and plane tickets were always too expensive for drew to buy on his own, especially when he'd have to pay for two since he wasn't going anywhere without his sister. and then once he'd grown up and was able to break away from his parents, he just didn't have any time for vacations. he had jobs to work, a little sister to take care of, people to deal with, things to do, alcohol to drink. among that busy and depressing schedule that eventually took over every aspect of his life, he just didn't have time for planes.

but now apparently his parents could afford the luxury. now that he'd tried to off himself they were going to put far more effort into him. touching - really it was to know that they wanted him alive. but they were nearly twenty-seven years too late to start showing a little bit of affection for their only son. he didn't know where they were when he was in jail or when his drinking problem started or whenever belle was sick or whenever he was sick but still continued to care for his sister and work his three jobs. he didn't know where they were when shit went down in their lives, where they were when he needed people to act like his parents. they didn't jump in until he needed someone to save him and even then it wasn't actually them that saved his life. technically it was belle because if she hadn't fallen sick that week, if they hadn't been keeping a nurse there...he would have died. he wouldn't have ever ridden on a plane.

he still wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. on the plus side, he still had belle. no one had told her what he'd done and when she asked, he told her it was just a stupid injury. she was twenty-four, yes, but she was still naive. she didn't need to know that her guardian, her protector, the one person who was always there no matter what tried to leave her. that was the last thing she needed. when they stuck him in counseling, he had told her it was just to help with the drinking. when he went right back to drinking, she didn't question it. she must have figured that therapy didn't help - that or maybe she just didn't notice. but when they took him away from her, stuck him on this stupid plane to stupid fucking hartford...well, he hadn't had time to even try and feed her an explanation he knew that she'd believe. they had just pulled him away kicking and screaming and told him he was on his way to get some sense knocked into him. and he wasn't allowed to see his sister again until it happened.

that was the down side. now he was stuck - stuck on this plane to stupid hartford fucking connecticut, where he had to meet someone named david fucking harrison, who was supposed to take good fucking care of him or some other bullshit that he was really fucking sick of people trying to feed him. he didn't need help. he didn't need david harrison or hartford or the god damn coast. what he needed was belle, to know that she was okay, to know that she was safe from all the people who had ever attempted to harm her or who had ever spoken ill of her in her life. what he needed was his little sister but people didn't seem to understand that. no one ever fucking understood. so instead there he was. on a plane. just waiting for it to land so that he could go and meet the man who would be holding him prison for the next who knew how fucking long.

he didn't even know who he was looking for. he knew this dude was supposed to be some sort of friend of his parents'. he didn't know how the two demon spawn who supposedly birthed him were able to make a friendly acquaintance but apparently they had several (who knew?) and david dealt with 'special cases' - people like him. like he knew what that meant. but he didn't know the dude and definitely didn't feel comfortable going home with him. as the plane landed and unloaded and he exited into the airport, he didn't even know what to look for when it came to getting back to the house. so he decided not to worry about it. he'd just stay in the airport all day if worse came to worse. so he just grabbed his luggage from the baggage claim and made his way out of the terminal to a place located near the security and front gates, scanning over the people arriving and waiting there for any sign of who was supposed to pick him up.

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[david william harrison]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! when he had first gotten the call from matthias it hadn't been something that he had expected. really, it wasn't that he still didn't talk to the man that gave him everything that he had now in his life. they did talk. but the conversation that was had between the two men -men who still held a dynamic of master and student no matter how old david got, or how many years he had been a master of his own- was not one that david had been prepared for. not once in the years that he had known matthias -over half his life- had the older man ever asked him for anything. not even one little thing. that was exactly wheat he had done when he had called david, he had asked him for a favor. and after everything that matthias had done for him there was no way that he could turn it down. the favor had been simple, he was to break someone. and though, it was something that he had been trained in for years. it was something that he knew was to be expected of him at some point again in his life, something that he had done, the man supposed that there was still a bit of that boy in him. the runaway that had been found and given a new life he couldn't have even imagined if he'd tried. a life, that was so much different than one he had ever thought for himself. he had been blessed the day that he had run into matthias, brought under the wing of someone that would open his eyes to something wonderful and secure. and yet, once he was out on his own, once he had broken someone all by himself and he had proved that he would be able to retain everything that he'd learned, the people that david had chosen to keep, they were not ones that he necessarily had to break. peter, he had been some sort of god send in a way that david couldn't even explain. an angel who had been sent to him in the form of a boy who was so broken that many would've thought him for dead. but david hadn't, he had seen something in him. so he had taken him in, and he kept him. gave him a new life where the past and everything that happened before was irrelevant and all that peter had to worry about, all that he had to do was give himself totally and completely to his master. which peter had, of his own choice. then came kyle, who really had been for peter more than for himself, and even with the sass of a boy he'd never really broken him. preferring to keep him very much the person that he was. the night that peter had let alex follow him home david knew that this boy was very similar to peter, if not only a bit more willing to forget his past. which only worked in his favor. none of his boys, not one of them, had been the sort that he'd had to really break. they wanted a different life, they wanted security, they wanted love, and david gave it to each of them willingly. when arin had come into his life -then ariana- he knew from the moment that he'd seen the small almost meek girl that she was not someone that he wanted to keep. she was different. she as so much like the fifteen year old version of himself that all he wanted with her was to see her bloom into the beautiful flower that he knew she had growing in her core. and in the end, when she had become that woman, he knew that he was in love with her. just as in love with her as he was peter or kyle or alex, but in a way that was different. because, with arin, he was her master, and she was his pupil. not quite equals but on a different path of existence than his boys. he promised them love, which he gave in abundance, he promised them that they would never have another financial worry in their lives, which none of them did. even though he had freed peter and kyle, and arin had moved away -not that he hadn't followed- they didn't have to worry. and he still wasn't sure where the money came from nor did he care. they were his, they would always be his, and he would never let harm or worry come to any of them. this one though, this drew. he was going to be different. he wasn't just some boy that had somehow wandered and fell down the rabbit's hole into the life style that david led. he was being sent here to be broken, torn away to his very core, and then built back up. and though david knew that he had the training in him. that he could do it, there was a part of him, that perhaps didn't want to. that same scared and lost boy who he had been when matthias had found him. that didn't keep him from saying no though. after reading over drew, reading the testimonies, and everything that he could possibly learn, he knew that drew needed his help, he needed this more than possibly even he knew. and david, he would do everything in his power to give him just that. as his driver pulled the car up to the airport he felt a sort of nervousness take him over. teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he took in several deep breaths before making his way inside of the terminal. it didn't take long for him to spot the young man, given that he was ungodly tall, and he had already seen a photograph. a warm smile took over his lips as he approaching him. "andrew, i presume," he spoke, his blues landing on the own boy's kaleidoscope eyes of blue and green and yellow. "i'm david," and with that, he offered his hand. the first interactions between two men that seemed so normal, but he had a feeling that not even this moose of a boy knew what was in store for him. 1 0 4 8 WORDS , renee/drew , and so the heartbreak begins

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[andrew bartholomew wilde]

he didn't know who he was expecting. some old guy maybe, someone who vaguely reminded him of the shadow that had been his father his entire life. someone who gave him a weird feeling maybe, someone just as cold and distant as the man who raised him. it was someone like this that he was looking for. someone who just automatically made him uncomfortable. though most people tended to make drew feel uncomfortable. he was as social as the next guy, don't get him wrong, but he didn't trust easily. or ever. having to live with this guy for the next...well however long it took for him to get broken in or whatever the fuck was the goal here, that was enough to give him more than his fair share of creeps. he didn't let friends into his apartment, ever, and now he was living with a complete stranger in a new town in a place he was unfamiliar with. yeah. not a good feeling.

regardless, he wasn't prepared when someone finally did approach him. the man was...well, he wasn't going to deny it, he was attractive, with a warm smile that was as comforting as it was discontenting. drew wasn't going to sit down and pretend like he'd never been with a man before in his life. he had no preference when it came to the people he brought into his life simply because he let so few in that when someone tickled his fancy, he wasn't going to stop to pay attention to whether or not they had something dangling between their legs. it didn't matter to him. attractiveness was attractiveness and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to appreciate someone's good looks simply because of their gender. but he never did take kindly to people who took kindly to other people. there was too much happiness, too much...optimism. it made life uncomfortable.

because if there was a king of pessimism, it was andrew wilde. he expected the worst out of every situation...such as the assumption that david was going to be someone creepy and old. everything was going to turn out poorly and honestly? he was used to it. why think positive when that left room for disappointment? he had enough disappointment in his life without having to start building up situations in his mind. hell, he expected the worst and somehow life still always found ways to disappoint him. people who expected the best out of situations, out of life...they annoyed him. they weren't realists, they were dreamers. they didn't seem to understand that the world was evil and cruel and that it would always be evil and cruel and the only reason people lived....was because it meant that they would one day die.

he raised his eyebrows at the hand extended to him. he made an effort not to touch people - it was too...intimate a connection, as much of a handshake, implying that it was some sort of consensual meeting, something he wanted to be involved with. and while he wouldn't mind doing a few things with david (look at that face, how could he not?) the last thing he wanted to do in knowing that he was the man who had pulled him away from his little sister was shake his hand. the knowledge alone that this was someone with whom his parents was acquainted was enough to make him disregard the hand, instead just pulling his bag further up on his shoulder, making sure to pointedly look at the hand and then move his gaze to david's face with raised eyebrows. "it's drew," he said flatly, "and i know." the guy might be attractive. but no one said he had to be happy about meeting him just because he was easier on the eyes than previously anticipated.

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[david william harrison]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! david could tell by the way that he stood there looking around that he was not expecting a man that looked like david. a man who seemed normal enough by societies standards. a man who most would even deem as being attractive in a way that was not so common but held all the same amount of appeal. most people, they couldn't imagine him in the life that he lead. because, the david that the majority of the word knew was light hearted. he was always ready to have a good chuckle over one thing or another. he was rarely seen without a smile on his face. he was known for playing pranks on people. he would spent the whole day of april 1st making sure to punk every person that was in his life. he would act like a damn twelve year old when the time called it. for david, was not so much a man in most situations, as he was an over grown child. it was like there was an innocence about david. something about him that hadn't been tainted by society and the cruel ways that the world could be. he stayed up on top of his hill untouched by these things. able to lead his life with a smile on his lips and sunny sort of disposition. and though he was more than aware of the bad things in the world, the cruel people, the violence, the economy, the bad parents, the drug addicts, and on and on and and on. it didn't stop him from smiling and it didn't stop him from loving his life. it didn't stop him from waking up the next morning with a smile on his face and a skip in his step. for he loved his life, he loved the people in his life, and though he knew the bad in the world, he wasn't going to let it get him down. call him an optimist, call him someone who put too much faith in the world, call him what you will, but he knew how he was. and he didn't so much the person that he was at all. just by looking at this boy, though, he could tell that he wasn't the type of person that david himself was. he was the kind of man that kept his mind focused on all of the darkness in the world. he was the sort of man who had a bitterness about him that david couldn't fathom walking around with. quite frankly, it wasn't such a wonder that he had tried to kill himself. if david walked around looking like he was ready to have the world shit on him he was sure that he would want an easy out as well. not that that would be happening anytime soon if ever, though, because this boy was in his care now. and david never stopped being there for the people that he cared for, he never stopped checking in on them, and he never stopped making sure that nothing bad happened to him. still, he noticed this about him, that he was one of those debbie downers, and that caused a purse of his lips for a moment. a purse of lips that was quickly followed by a raised brow going right up to his hairline when drew didn't shake his hand. oh, well, that was interesting. that was all that david could think as he watched him move the luggage up onto his shoulder. and he would've asked if drew needed any help if it weren't for the fact that he was more than a little sure that all he would get was sass back. and here he thought he was going to be able to live a sass free life if only for a couple months with kyle staying back in newport with peter. seemed that fate had different plans for him. which, it was fine, he supposed. but really, dealing with a boy who has sass always took a bit of extra time, and david already wasn't looking totally forward to this. he was going to do what he needed to do, though, and if that meant he was going to have to beat the sass right out of him, then, so be it. it wasn't like he didn't know how. "alright then drew, follow me," he instructed simply before leading the way back to the car. yet, even with the small not so pleasant encounter, the man could still be seen walking with a bit of a skip in his step and a wide grin on his features. because, well, he wasn't going to let some boy get the best of him. he was david harrison after all, and though this drew may have a few inches on him -and everyone else he passed- that wasn't going to keep david from taking the role that he had been born to fill. all it was, was a matter of getting him home. once he moved toward the car he opened the back door for drew to get in, flashing him another warm smile. 8 5 6 WORDS , renee/drew , and so the heartbreak begins

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[andrew bartholomew wilde]

god he hated optimists. not that that was saying much of anything since drew hated pretty much....everyone that wasn't his younger sister but optimists drove him up the fucking wall. he just wanted to punch them, wanting to sit them down and demand why in the fuck they walked around like the world was fine and dandy when it wasn't. it was cruel and it was mean and everybody out in the world, every fucking person was just there to hurt you. to kick you while you were down and find your deepest weaknesses and use them against you. people sucked. the world fucking sucked. being alive - fucking sucked. the only reason he had for living, the only fucking reason, was the beautiful little girl he was able to call his baby sister and for some fucking reason his parents had decided to take her away and insisted that he find some other good in a world that was cold and dark and painful. logic - they always had lacked it.

so he had already had a distaste for this david character when he had first heard his name, but seeing now that he was someone who wasn't going to be put down even by drew's rejection was enough to make him want to rip his mother fucking hair out. no. he was not, absolutely not living with a fucking stranger who thought butterflies and unicorns shot out of everyone's ass when they shit. that wasn't him. his tolerance for this plan was already going out the window. what was the fucking worst his parents were going to do to him? lock him up? stick him in another counseling session and just wait for him to find a more efficient way to kill himself? brilliant. it was better than spending even another few seconds with that stupid attractive fucker with his stupid wide grin and his stupid face and stupid body and stupid existence.

but still he followed him. because what the fuck else was he going to do? he didn't know his way around hartford, didn't know his way around any place outside of ohio, and this david person was going to be providing a car and food and shelter and all those fucking essentials that apparently people needed to survive. and even though he annoyed the fuck out of him already, drew had gone long enough with the essentials being provided to him by doctors and other people trying to figure out why he decided to dig the knife into his flesh and end it all. at least david wasn't harassing him about that, trying to touch the scars and figure out how they got there like everyone else who had entered his life since the incident. well his smile was obnoxious as fuck but he wasn't harassing him about his suicide attempt. it was a fair trade. still annoying but tolerable.

and for some reason the annoyance wouldn't go away. he knew david was being nice. when he opened the door for him, gave him that smile, it wasn't to be condescending. it was to be polite, to be kind, but still drew found it in him to roll his eyes at the man's wide grin as he got into the car and then he found himself just feeling incredibly uncomfortable at the fact that he was staying with a man who had his own driver. like that was supposed to be something to make him feel more taken care of, like it was supposed to be something good. it just made him think that this guy didn't understand what it was like. he didn't get what it felt like to have reached the point that being alive just felt like the most pointless fucking thing in the entire world. if he had money, no wonder he was smiling so wide. money, after all, made the world go around.

so he got in the car and slouched down in his seat, taking the bag off his shoulder to let it fall to the ground in front of him before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. he just wanted to go home. he wanted to find belle, to hold her close and tell her that everything was okay. he didn't even get to say a proper fucking goodbye to her. she was everything good and holy in this god forsaken world. she was his rock, the only thing worth living for, and right then and there, he didn't have her. and somehow that little fuck that had picked him up had it in him to fucking smile at him.

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[david william harrison]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! if anyone in the world were to be winning an award for the bitchiest face in the world, david would've put his money on drew. because there was no happiness in the man. all that there seemed to be was that sour puss face and that slouch to his shoulders. the way that the boy carried himself said even more about him. it didn't take a rocket scientist to be able to tell that he wasn't an optimist. the question was, was he a realist or a pessimist. david took another long look at him his eyes narrowing as if examining him as he made the simple decision that he was a pessimist. there was just that lack of anything in his eyes. that overwhelming apathy. those little things that you could tell about a man when you were around the male race enough. david had long since learned how to read people, and right then he was reading drew. every subtle little move, every twitch of his features, his reaction to david's own unwavering chipper disposition. and if david were to say that he wasn't getting the smallest bit of enjoyment out of simply being happy to piss drew off, he would be a liar. there was something funny about it. because the more that david smiled, the more pissed off drew seemed to be. it was also interesting that drew didn't try to make a run for it. it would've been easy enough. he could've left, figured out his way back to ohio. something to that effect. but instead, he had stood there. he had stayed. and he had followed, and there was something curious in that. david knew that he didn't want to be there. that the last place he wanted to be with with david and in his home and away from his sibling. he knew these things. he knew that drew had stated he didn't need or want help. and yet, here he was. here he was staying. here he was following. and all of this led to one conclusion in the older man's head. there was a part of him that wanted to get better. there was a part of him that knew that he needed something to get his life back on a track that wouldn't lead to another suicide attempt, or worse. drew, deep down in that big body of his, knew that he was in dire need of someone stepping in. and really, it made him all the more curious. caused those blues of his to examine him with that inquisitive expression as he sat in the car. with a tilt of his head and purse of his lips he moved into the car taking a seat beside him. david turned to look up and down his body, not in a way that was lusty or even could be taken as checking him out so much as it was simply examining. memorizing each detail. trying to get the look on his face etched in his brain for purposes that no one would probably ever really know. because he was david, and sometimes he did strange things and there wasn't anything anyone could do to stop it or figure it out. most just accepted that david was one of those men with his little quarks, other asked him why he did something and he would always more than happily answer, not that his answers always made sense. finally after his eyes bounced over his face david started shifting his body after signaling for his driver to take them home. he moved so that his legs were in the same position as drew's, and then he crossed his arms over his chest and looked forward with that sour expression on his features. of course, he knew that he wouldn't have it spot on no matter how much he tried because the truth of the matter was he had never seen someone pull off a bitch face as well as drew was. he didn't say a words as he sat there mocking his position. if he didn't want to talk, that was fine, david would just entertain himself. 6 9 4 WORDS , renee/drew , and so the heartbreak begins

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[andrew bartholomew wilde]

apathy - one day it was going to be what killed him. going home with david was probably going to be something he would regret. he could already feeling it building up his gut, the back of his throat, the stinging feeling he got when he knew he was entering a situation that he was going to come out of feeling far worse than when he went in. he should have tried to run - tried to get on a plane but fuck if they would let him for one, fuck if he could afford it for another, and fuck if they would even let him see belle if he did get home. no, there was no point. no point in fighting, no point in giving in, no point in doing any fucking thing because he didn't have his sister. he didn't have his lifeline, his reason for even breathing anymore. what was the point of doing...anything without her? so yeah - that's how he felt about this entire fucking thing. numb. apathetic.

he didn't care either way what this david guy wanted to do to him. honestly? let him try to change him. people had tried many times before. but everyone has their limits and drew had long since reached his. he was broken and beaten and shit on by the world and had had no one there to help him through it but his sister, who couldn't even really always comprehend that something bad was happening. and now he didn't even have her. this man could try anything in the fucking world to get drew to change who he was. to get him to try and enjoy life, to smile, to feel anything other than the dull pain that had settled into the back of his mind. but it was fucking pointless. andrew wilde was not and would never be a good person. he was not a happy person. what he was was a stubborn person, a person who would forever believe he was just another blight on the world. he wasn't going to be changed. scum remained scum no matter what you did with it once you took it from the water.

when david took a seat beside him, he turned in time to see the once over he was given and decided to look pointedly away so that david didn't have much to look at. he didn't like that - being sized up. being looked at. it reminded him that he was still there, that he wasn't in fact a ghost stuck in purgatory or left on earth until he was able to fix his misdeeds or what the fuck ever. he was a living person who had to deal with the fact that he was alive and nothing pissed him off more. people didn't seem to understand. they talked about what a miracle it was that he was able to be saved in time. they talked about what a blessing god had given him, about how he was so fortunate someone was there in time. what no one understood was that he didn't want to be alive in the fucking first place - that was why he had tried to kill himself. this, this blatant reminder that he was something real, something living, something other people could respond to...he hated it. he didn't want it. if they were just going to take him from his sister after they saved him, they might as well have just let him die. he was going to find a way to escape anyway. it just might take a while.

after he felt that the staring had finally stopped, he felt safe to look back over at the man. however what he found was that the guy had slouched into a position not unlike his own, arms crossed over his chest, with a sour expression on his features - an expression he was sure was an attempted mirror of his own. he was mocking him. he didn't know whether he should laugh or punch the guy. seriously? he was going to pick him up, whip him into this new life, attempt to fucking change him at the whim of his motherfucking parents, and the first thing he does when they're alone together is mock him? he scoffed. right. this was the person who was supposed to help him. this was the person who was supposed to get him back to his sister. at this rate, he was never going to fucking see her again and he had never been more pissed. "what?" he snapped. "what, you think that's fucking funny? what the fuck are you, five?" and then he just looked away again, shaking his head and biting the inside of his cheek. this was his fucking life. this. he was better off dead.

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[david william harrison]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! maybe david was being a little immature. anyone who looked at him wouldn't think that he'd be capable of doing things like acting childish, but when it came to the reality of who david harrison was, he was playful. it was how he had always been. to those that were close to him they dreaded april fool's day because he would do everything to mess with those around. from simple pranks to things that were a bit more excessive. all of it was in good fun though. and maybe he did these things because he never had a childhood with parents that were more concerned with beating their child into shape than letting him be a child. he was a man in his thirties, but that didn't matter. in the end he was a child at heart. he was innocent in a way that most people lost in their childhood. with that unwavering hope in people and the love for laughter and simply having fun. he would play board games for hours, he would watch disney movies, he would go to amusement parks and be just as excited to get on the rides as the kids who were around him. david had a young spirit to him. not everyone was as alright with it though, as he could tell with drew who didn't seem too keen on being mocked. but really, he was asking for it as far as david was concerned. people didn't come around him and wear a bitch face like that and not be expected to be fucked with. especially not when he was someone that he was going to have to break. maybe he just wanted to see his reactions. maybe he wanted to figure out which way he was going to go about this, because every person was different. every person that he brought into his house had to be treated differently. and from the get go drew was different than anyone he had ever brought into his home. he was not there by his choice. he was not a drug addict. he didn't have the freedom to leave if he wanted to. because he was sent here by his parents, and this was a favor to matthias. there was a part of david that was worried that he couldn't remember how to do this correctly. breaking someone was a fine art, it was something that he needed to be careful about doing. and that meant first and foremost, figuring the boy beside him out. all he had been given was a file. a collection of doctor's notes, police records, family testaments, things of that sort. all of it hearsay. none of it coming from drew's own lips telling him what had happened or what he wanted. though, david was more than a little sure that he wouldn't be able to give him anything that he asked for. after all, he could tell that this boy didn't want to be there. that was more than evident in his whole demeanor. which meant as well that the chances of him opening up and letting david in was little to none. which was fine, it would come in time. and sure, david could've sat there and tried to make conversation. he could've asked questions only to be met with short answers. he could've done a good number of things that would be seemingly productive but really get him nowhere with drew. so instead, he did what he wanted to. he mocked him. because, it was entertaining. and he at least could be entertained by what was going on. and maybe it would give drew a taste of his childish nature that anyone who knew david got more than enough of. so when he looked at him david mimicked his actions. he kept his face twisted in that irritated expression as he looked him dead in the eye. "what?" he snapped back matching his tone and even the way that he moved his voice. it was needless to say that he had a knack for being able to pick up on people's movements. not that he was any kind of actor or anything, but he was good at it. "what, you think that's fucking funny? what the fuck are you, five?" he tagged on after drew let the words fall from his lips then moved to look forward again and bit the inside of his cheek. and the truth of the matter was that he could do this all the way back to the house. and he would too. because his age on his driver's licence might read that he was in his thirties, but on the inside he was closer to twelve. and that side was going to keep coming out of him. that's all there was to it. 8 0 2 WORDS , renee/drew , and so the heartbreak begins

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