Fancy meeting you here [CLOSED]

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase just wanted to reach out to Brent. He could tell he was hurting, tell that there was something wrong, yet Brent obviously didn't want to tell him. There was something not right about that. For as long as Chase could remember, they had both told each other everything. Chase didn't comprehend waht was different. What was making Brent be so cruel to him and not want to joke like they always did.

Seeing Brent bite his lip made Chase somewhat hopeful that Brent wasn't completely mad at him. It was what he was afraid of. That he had pushed Brent too far when it came to this choosing thing and that Brent didn't want to do it anymore. It made him afraid. Brent said it would take him all day, so Chase would sit there and talk all day. To show this, Chase went over against the wall and sat down, back toward it.

"Good thing I have all day, then. Take a seat," Chase said it like he meant it, because he did. Chase would always make time for Brent.

"I have to ask, Brent... You're not... you know. You're not like... mad at me, are you?" Chase looked down at the ground when he said it. He couldn't look at Brent in case it was true.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] to act. It was Chase. It was his best friend. It was the man he loved. Why couldn't he just swallow his pride and just spill everything that was bothering him?

Because you're Brent McKinney. Because you have to fuck everything up. Because you only think of yourself.

Brent sighed in frustration. That voice in his head really wasn't helpful at all, it caused him all sorts of trouble.

"I... I don't want to. I don't have all day." Brent said quietly, feeling nervous now. He didn't want to have to talk to Chase about everything going on in his head. Brent didn't want to talk to anyone about it, he just wanted to keep it all to himself. They were his problems and his worries and nobody else needed to know about them.

Frowning, Brent looked up a little. "No... no, why would I be mad at you, idiot?" he asked, his voice softening just the slightest bit.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase was again turned down by Brent to talk to him. He didn't know what to think anymore. Brent wouldn't even talk to him. Chase hoped it was because part of Brent's reasoning for not talking to Chase was that Chase was part of the problem. That Chase was part of the pain that was hurting Brent. It didn't make him feel better. But he felt it was the truth.

"Okay. I'll stop asking you to. Just know I'm always here, Brent." Looking down slightly, he couldn't meet Brent's eyes right now. He just couldn't.

"Brent. You kicked me three times in the shin. And you keep calling me names. I know you're joking, but yet I can't help but think you're mad. You won't even let me in to help you. You've always let me in." Chase looked down even more. He really couldn't look at Brent right now. He pulled his legs into his chest and put his chin on them, closing his eyes in the process.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] It was his fault, it was all his fault and that made Brent feel even worse. He didn't even know how to fix this.

Brent hit his head against the wall and groaned before speaking again. "I'm mad, yeah, but not at you. I'm mad at myself... I'm sorry."

Brent sighed again. "I really am sorry. I don't mean to make everything so difficult all the time but I do."
He took one last look at Chase, feeling sick. "I'll see you later." he said quietly in a voice barely more than a whisper before walking off to his office.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

So he knew he was there for him, yet still wouldn't talk to him. Chase supposed that was the logic of Brent. The logic that he loved, just not right now. He didn't think he could handle this anymore. He was surprised when Brent apologize, but not when he just walked off. Leaving Chase sitting there, alone. Wanting to cry more than anything in the world. He just wanted life to be simple. That didn't seem like it would be happening anytime soon, though.

Pushing his face deeper into his knee's, Chase let a few silent tears escape his eyes. He just didn't know what to do. He didn't know anything anymore. All he knew was he loved Brent, and he didn't know what was going to come out of there.

After a few more tears, Chase got up and walked out of the Castle. He needed his animals right now. Maybe he would go soar on a thestral. Maybe that would make him slightly better. He doubted it, but it was worth a shot.