i'm not oh fucking 'kay - [bobby/caits]

[elvis joseph hamleton]

well if you wanted honesty

that's all you had to say, i never want to let you down or have you go it's better off this way, for all the dirty looks the photographs your boyfriend took, remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second. i'm not okay, i'm not okay, i'm not okay.....

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://static.allbackgrounds.com/bg/dark.jpg');,true] YOU WEAR ME OUT ! it was hard, all of it was hard, waking up alone. not having a roommate. no one to bullshit with. no teddy to kiss when he was having a bad day. or make cupcakes in the easy bake oven, special or otherwise. no teddy to just tackle, or cuddle, or remind for the millionth time that there was no possible way that they could sneak a puppy into the dorm. no teddy to talk about his day with, or fuck away his day with. no boyfriend to show off, walk around with, play grab ass in the middle of the halls. it was hard, and he hated it, and there wasn't a damn thing that he could do about it. there was nothing he could do or say that could bring his boy home to him. and there was a part of elvis that was terrified that teddy would never come tack to him. that he would meet some sexy spainard and that would be all that she wrote. he hated it, it made something in him twist and turn. he hadn't been sleeping well, that was, unless he downed a bottle of hard a before laying his head on the pillow with the empty bottle hugged to his body like some kind of adult teddy bear. seeing as his teddy bear was not hours and hours away. and sure, he got to talk to him on skype. he got to laugh with him. tell him about his day. but it wasn't the same. and it was fucking killing him. elvis never did well on his own, and simply not having a roommate was a big part of what was bothering him. he did so much better when there was someone around to make sure that he wasn't going to far in one direction or the other. someone to keep him in line. teddy had been that for him, and so much more. and though, he still was in contact with him, and he still loved him, that didn't make any of it any easier. and it didn't keep there from being this overwhelming heartbreak that rattled him right to the core. he decided that day upon rolling out of bed that it would probably be a good idea to go to class seeing as he was paying for the shit. but he had no drive to go. no desire anywhere in him to be around people, or for his friends to mention how he smelled like a walking bar. any of the things he knew were going to come from those that he paled around with. peter was easy to avoid, given that he was always busy with jason when he wasn't working on the play or doing school work. kendall was doing her doctor shit which kept her from really keeping a lot of tabs on him. noah, well, noah didn't give enough of a fuck about elvis to really care if he was drinking himself into oblivious. then there was greg, who seemed to like any version of elvis that came around as long as he was getting laid. because he was greg, and elvis loved him for all of his crazy ways. none the less, he dragged himself out of bed and ran fingers through his hair that was getting a bit too shaggy for it's own good. it had been on the walk to class though, that his eyes landed on a figure that was too familiar. one that he felt like he knew so god damn well there was no way it couldn't be...but, how? how could it be teddy? it couldn't be teddy? but jesus christ he looked exactly like teddy. and really, how many ass holes looked that good? not many, elvis knew that. so it had to be. his prayers to god had been answered. he'd brought his angel back to him. with no sense of care for anyone that he passed and the lack of give a damn for who he annoyed he broke into an all out run towards the man. "jesus fuckin christ i am so 'appy to see yew," he said, his voice a bit shaky from the tears that were forming as he wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller boy and held him tight against his own body. he pulled away only to cup his cheeks in his hands and kiss him deeply. when he finally pulled away from the kiss his arms stayed wrapped around him, holding him close. "god fuk teddy 'ow could yew not tell me yew were comin' 'ome? i wouldda at least tried to look decent," he said with a light chuckle, the only thing in his voice the unwavering happiness that was consuming his whole body straight to his core. 801 WORDS , BOBBY/CAITS , SUPER DUPER STOKED

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[caits]

Bobby's day started out pretty rough, all things considered; granted, he woke up alive, which was always a blessing he guessed, but just because the morning existed didn't mean it was a good one. He woke up ten minutes late for his first class after hitting the snooze button a good dozen times, and finally managed to talk himself into tumbling out of bed and pulling some clothes on for the sake of saving what remained of the day. Missing Fine Arts History was one thing, but he couldn't really afford to miss his English Lit. class... he had a bad enough grade in there as it was, even when he was sitting in class and struggling to pay attention to the teacher drone on tortuously. After managing not to trip on his dogs who were circling happily at his feet, he stumbled into the kitchen and found enough energy to get some coffee in his system and assess the food situation. He'd been behind on bills that month, and his babies always came first, so his cabinets were pretty bare of anything other than tuna and dog treats; as appetizing as both of those sounded, he really didn''t want to deal with the wrath of Sophina when she didn't get her tuna- he'd have to go food shopping after class, if he could remember. After his coffee he had just enough time to take a quick shower and take Bruno and Sabi outside before he had to rush off to campus to catch his midday class.

Midday classes were the worst, at least in Bobby's opinion- not only did he have fucking English class of all things, but it was right during lunch time. The smells from the food court made his empty stomach twist even more painfully, which I mean, really it wasn't fair that the food court had to be right there beside the English building, it was like Dr. Stroud was trying to make sure he died of a combination of hunger and Shakespeare-induced boredom. He lingered outside the building for as long as he could muster, talking to a group of his art friends about anything they could come up with and chain smoking until he could feel his lungs about to burst; when he finally had no other excuse to wait outside anymore and he knew he couldn't wait much longer without being late, he finally pulled himself away from the group and started inside.

He didn't make it five feet.

He didn't heard the strangely pretty British accent coming at him from the side, and since he didn't hear the voice, he didn't bother to turn and see who it was; the words might have sounded like they were directed at him, but even if he had heard them, he would have known that they had to be for someone else- he didn't know anyone British, or this happy to see him normally. If he had actually bothered to pay attention to what was going on around him, he'd probably have had a little more of a warning, but it was rude to eavesdrop on conversations that didn't involve him, so he really didn't have any warning before he was tackled by a liquor store. At least, he was pretty sure it was a liquor store, considering that it smelled like a few more than a few bottles of something strong that would probably burn the entire way down; the squeak of a noise he made in surprise when he was tugged against the other was cut short when the other started babbling, and all thoughts of confusion washed away into woah, that is a sexy accent, this guy can hold me all fucking day.

He wasn't expecting to be spun around and kissed either (not that he had been expecting any of this situation), but the other didn't seem all that deterred by his surprise. The other swallowed his strangled whimper/gasp and caught Bobby as he melted against him; okay, sure, this guy might have tasted a bit like hard liquor too, but Bobby was well under the impression that if he kept kissing like this, he could get used to it. It'd been quite awhile since someone had actually bothered to kiss him like this, and he wasn't 100% sure about this guy, but he knew he could fall in love with those lips if someone gave him the tmie... the other pulled back from the kiss first and spoke, leaving Bobby a bit breathless and more confused than ever. Some words sank in faster than the others, and Bobby was able to pull enough sense together to give his attacker the once over quickly. Okay, so the guy looked like maybe he didn't take daily showers, and sure, he honestly didn't look like he gave a fuck about his appearance, but... “Wait.” his own slightly Southern accent sounded harsh when paired up with the other's, but the events that had just happened were enough to send Bobby into such a whirlwind of confusion that he didn't remember to try and pull it back any. “Who's Teddy?”

[elvis joseph hamleton]

well if you wanted honesty

that's all you had to say, i never want to let you down or have you go it's better off this way, for all the dirty looks the photographs your boyfriend took, remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second. i'm not okay, i'm not okay, i'm not okay.....

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://static.allbackgrounds.com/bg/dark.jpg');,true] YOU WEAR ME OUT ! elvis hadn't been this happy in so long. he hadn't felt a smile staying so firmly on his face or the way that a warmth just sort of filled every part of him from the top of his head down to his toes. his baby was home. his baby was finally home and he could just be happy again. he could hold teddy for hours on end, and he could kiss him, and he could never let him go because fuck if he was going to let him leave ever again. this had been too hard. it had been too much. elvis didn't have it in him to be so far from teddy again. to have to live his day to day without him. his baby was home and suddenly there was nothing wrong with the world and everything was just right and perfect and elvis was the happiest son of a bitch in the world because teddy was home. teddy was there. and sure, he was a little pissed that the fucker hadn't let him know that he was going to be coming home, but elvis was sure that he had his reasons. he probably wanted to surprise him, or add in some romantic gesture. elvis didn't care one way or another, because all that mattered to him was that his baby was home. but as he kissed him he realized that there were a few things that just weren't quite right about him. for one, he was thinner than he had been. and in all reality elvis had just been in spain with teddy. holding him, making love to him, kissing him, all of those things. he had just had his arms around him, and maybe it was possible to lose this much weight in such a short time, but he had never known teddy to lose weight so quickly. to feel more hard than he did fluffy. it was odd, but elvis didn't care. he couldn't let himself pick apart all those little things that weren't quite adding up. so he just kissed his boy. but even that, that wasn't quite right. the sounds that he was letting out, they weren't those familiar little squeaks that came from teddy. something was off, something just, wasn't right, but he couldn't focus on it. he had to just be happy. he had to just kiss the boy. he had to hold his smaller frame tight against his own. the taller boy pulled away from the kiss but most certainly didn't pull his face away from the other boy's, instead pressing their foreheads together as they stood there with his arms draping lazily around the other's shoulders. god damn it felt nice to just hold him. to know that he was there, to feel him so close, and, god, life was just great, it was just wonderful, there was nothing he wanted to change about his life ever ever again. and he was going to live happily ever after with teddy, and he was going to beat his imaginary cancer, and there would be no more heartbreak. no more sadness. no more having to see teddy on the computer screen looking like he was going to cry and not be able to hold him. but then, then the man in his arms spoke and a look of utter confusion took over elvis' features as he pulled away to look at the man with his brows knotted at the bridge of his nose and eyes narrowed in an inspecting way. those eyes, they were so similar, but, not quite the same. not quite right. and the curve of his jawline, it was off ever so slightly. his mouth moved to hang open in a way as he searched for the words to say. then the realization hit him. this wasn't teddy. god fuck he looked exactly like teddy at first glance, without noticing the little imperfections that elvis knew about teddy. he looked just. fucking. like. him. but it wasn't teddy. and at this realization there was a pang in his heart that he couldn't ignore. tears started to form in his eyes as he released the man and took a step back from him taking in the sight of his form again. "i.....i'm sorry. i though' yew were sumone else." the disappointment in his voice was something that he couldn't hide even if he wanted to. he thought that his world was going to be back to the way it should be. thought that he was going to finally feel like the world was right again. but no, the world was playing a big joke on him. because this was not teddy. no matter how much he looked like him. "god, yew look exactly like 'im." his mouth worked in an odd circle as hazel eyes dropped away from not-teddy's body and looked at the ground. his fingers moved to run through his hair and he did his damn best to hold back the tears that were starting to form. teeth sunk into his bottom lip for a moment after his tongue wetted the pout and he looked back up at him. "sorry about tha...kiss....i should go." 867 WORDS , BOBBY/CAITS , SUPER DUPER STOKED

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