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Post by reden on Feb 12, 2008 16:12:46 GMT -5
"Ja, sure you didn't" he joked, laughing, "How's it going back there?"
Still smiling, he closed his eyes and leaned it back as much as he could, without getting in Cyd's way. Taking a deep breath, he decided to just let it out.
"It's nothing serious or anything. I just don't want to be here." he admitted, lowering his voice, almost afraid to say his next thoughts, “At the same time, I can’t leave Bill again. It was awful, being away from him. And I know he’s not going to go back until we’ve graduated and are able to get our own place, away from our dad.”
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Post by cydd on Feb 12, 2008 17:20:10 GMT -5
“It’s going good. I’ll be finished soon,” she smiled and put more wax on her hands, shoving his head lightly, “head forward.”
Surprised, Cyd nodded, it was the first time Tom had opened up and really mentioned anything even close to emotions to her. She was used to him hiding his feeling from just about everyone. As she thought about what he said, she couldn’t imagine what it must be like; living half-way across the world and only just knowing the language. It had been bad enough for her, coming from New York. And leaving all your friends to come and be with your brother? She could never do it. She was too selfish.
“You’re so sweet, you know. You came all the way here just for Bill. You’re an amazing brother, Tom.” Cyd grinned and moved to another piece of hair.
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Post by reden on Feb 12, 2008 21:27:20 GMT -5
Tom leaned forward and wondered if Cyd realized how uncomfortable he was. Sticking his feet out in front of him, he let out a short laugh as he felt his face heat up.
He wasn't that great a brother. Sure, he loved Bill but he constantly talked about and made fun of him behind his back. He knew he shouldn't but he was, in a way, embarrassed by some of Bill's behavior; the makeup, the girly antics, the drama-queen attitude.There was also the fact that, after the Ryuu thing in the park, he'd noticed how clingy Bill was. It was starting to grate on his nerves. As for coming to America, it did have to do with Bill, but mostly he just couldn't stand his father any longer.
Sighing, he bit his lip and looked at his feet. "Ja.. I'm more like the biggest asshole ever," he mumbled, pulling out a cigarette and holding it up, “You mind?”
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Post by cydd on Feb 12, 2008 21:44:08 GMT -5
Reaching out, Cyd grabbed the last dread. As she rolled it between her palms, she took notice of the silence that had overcome Tom. “All finished,” she grinned.
Getting up, she threw the wax in the garbage and walked into the bathroom, quickly washing her hands. As she exited the bathroom, she stood leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She heard Tom make a comment and wondered if he realized that she’d heard him. Nodding, she smiled, "Only if you've got one for me."
As she sat on the floor next to him, she reached around to find a lighter. "So, what d'you mean by 'biggest asshole ever'?" she asked, finally grabbing hold of what she'd been looking for. Sitting up straight, she stared at the side on Tom's face, hoping maybe her awkward staring would break him.
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Post by reden on Feb 12, 2008 21:53:10 GMT -5
“That was quick,” Tom chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. He heard the water in the bathroom turn on and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the bed. Once the sound of the water was gone, he opened an eye, only to see Cyd staring at him from the doorway. “Of course I have one for you,” he smirked and reached into his pocket, snatching up another cigarette and handing it to her as she sat down.
Sighing, he waited for her to get her lighter. He knew by the way she was frantically tossing random objects, that that’s what she was looking for. The second she found it, he grabbed it from her, lighting his cigarette then apologizing quickly; he just really needed a smoke. Inhaling deeply, he breathed out a sigh. He didn’t want to talk about the subject any longer, but knew Cyd wasn’t about to give up.
“I dunno. He just gets on my nerves now. A lot,” he confessed and before he could stop himself, he started speaking rapidly, “I don’t even know why though. I never had a problem with him before.. well, maybe when we were really young and he had started wearing the makeup and stuff. I just didn’t want to get made fun of and I knew that by association, I would be a freak too. So I kind of treated him badly for a while, until - well, never mind. Anyway, he’s frustrating. His attitude, his look, everything!”
Tom bit his lip again before turning to Cyd, “Sorry, I - Please don’t tell Bill,” he begged, looking at the floor.
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Post by cydd on Feb 12, 2008 22:06:13 GMT -5
Cyd frowned playfully when Tom grabbed the lighter from her and nodded. Taking it from him, she lit her cigarette and inhaled before throwing the lighter back into the pile of junk where she’d found it. She grinned as she blew the smoke into his face. She was about to speak when Tom started rambling. She sat in complete silence, trying to understand him. It was hard enough when he was speaking normally, but when he went off on a rant, it was almost impossible.
She concentrated hard on his words and tilted her head to the side. She’d had no idea he felt that way about his brother. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing. It’s not my place to tell,” she smiled in response to his plea. Glancing away for a moment, she wanted to know what had happened that made Tom change his mind about the way he treated Bill. “So, why’d you, you know, start being nice to him again? I mean, we’re talking about it so why not just get it out?”
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Post by reden on Feb 12, 2008 22:17:39 GMT -5
Still looking at the floor, Tom looked up and smiled, “Danke.” When she turned away he studied her face but decided to look back at the floor. He was afraid he might do something stupid, and normally he wouldn’t care but she didn’t seem to be in the mood.
Upon hearing her words, he felt his chest tighten. Wringing his hands out in front of him, he took a deep breath. “When we were 11 he wore makeup at a halloween party and then started wearing it all the time, the same with nailpolish. We lived in a small town and people weren't so accepting. The kids - they made fun of him, mercilessly, and then one day they said something about me," he muttered; this was the part where he always felt the worst, "I didn't want to be made fun of as well, so I turned on him and started making fun of him too. At home, I was nice, like always, but not in public.. and he never questioned it - he was always.. loyal to me. After school, it was a few days before our 13th birthday, I was looking for him and ja, it wasn't a pretty sight."
Closing his eyes again, he could still see the image that had been driven into his mind. A circle of about 5 boys, no younger than 15, huddling around a tiny boy who was laying on the ground, crying and clutching his stomach. "They'd beaten him up, really badly, and when they saw me they invited me to 'help finish it off'" he whispered, using air quotes, "At first, I was gonna do it just because - I don't know. But when I actually saw him, I couldn't. I just walked away... and after that I started to stand up for him more. I got my ass kicked so many times."
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Post by cydd on Feb 13, 2008 11:42:50 GMT -5
Eyes wide, Cyd stared in silence at Tom. Tom - the boy who always seemed so overprotective of his brother - had treated him like crap for 2 years, and yet Bill didn't hate him. That was something she couldn't understand. If it had been her, she would hate Tom's guts, she would resent his being alive. However, she could tell by his tone of voice that he was sorry for what he'd done. Maybe that was the reason he was now so overprotective of him.
Sighing, she leaned her head against his shoulder. "You were young.. I can understand, I guess, that you wouldn't have wanted to go through that," she smiled at him, "But, I never would have imagined you would have done that!"
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Post by reden on Feb 14, 2008 17:24:50 GMT -5
Giving Cyd a weak smile, Tom shrugged. Her reaction was exactly what he'd expected and he wasn't sure what to say. He didn't really have anything to say. He knew being young wasn't an excuse and he never tried to use it as one. Although he didn't like talking about it, if he did let it slip or if it was brought up, he didn't deny it.
"Ja, most people wouldn't expect it," he laughed nervously and decided to change the subject, "so... do you have any brothers or sisters?"
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Post by cydd on Feb 15, 2008 13:24:07 GMT -5
"Nope, I'm the one and only," she grinned, "I kind of wish I did though. One that screwed up more than I do, so they'd take all the crap from my mom."
Turning toward Tom, she placed her chin on his shoulder and stared. She hoped he wasn't going to ask her any more about back home, it wasn't something she talked about. She knew it wasn't horrible and that her life could have been much worse, but for her it had been pretty difficult. Reaching up again, she again pulled on his dreads as a wide smile covered her face. "Oh! You should teach me some German!" she shouted, without meaning to, as she pulled her face away from his.
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Post by reden on Feb 17, 2008 15:42:48 GMT -5
He muttered under his breath as Cyd pulled his hair. “Teach you German?” he asked, eyebrow raised, “I can try.. I don’t know how good a teacher I’ll be,” he laughed.
He glanced around the room and shifted closer to Cyd, smiling. “What did you want to learn?” he asked.
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Post by cydd on Feb 17, 2008 16:39:45 GMT -5
Grinning, Cyd narrowed her eyebrows in concentration. What did she want to learn? "Uhm.. I don't care, teach me anything!" she grinned and bit her lip.
ooc: sorry for le shortness
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Post by reden on Feb 17, 2008 16:45:34 GMT -5
“Okay,” Tom took a deep breath and thought. He knew he could tell her whatever he wanted and she’d never know the actual meaning as to what he’d said. He decided to go with something simple.
“’Wie geht es Ihnen?’ vee. gayt. es. ee-nen; it means how are you, but more formally.” he said slowly, hoping she would get it, “Or you could just say ‘Wie geht's?’ like, vee. gayts.”
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Post by cydd on Feb 17, 2008 17:02:47 GMT -5
Cyd watched as Tom seemed to think. She was really hoping that he wasn’t going to try and teach her anything dirty, she figured that he’d just translate whatever he taught her later, to make sure he hadn’t. She listened to him speak carefully. She knew there was no way she was going to be able to immitate his accent, but she gave it a try anyway. “Wie... ghe - geht es.. ihnen?” she asked, speaking slowly just as Tom had, "how was that?"
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Post by reden on Feb 17, 2008 17:57:56 GMT -5
Smiling, Tom nodded his head. She'd pronounced everything except 'geht' correctly. He found that a lot of people who weren't brought up speaking German had trouble with certain words, and that was one of them.
“It was good for a first try. But ‘geht’ is not like geet it’s like, gay-t " he said, grinning,"Try it again, then give 'Wie heißt du?' a go."
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