Tears Of The Soul; Attyston

[Attyston Thomas]

"Att, it wasn't like that." she continues, crouching in front of me. I roll my green eyes and she continues. "He came onto me." she continues.
"That's a damn lie. Gene wouldn't do that to me." I snap, shaking my head.
"You're just trying to fucking cover up for yourself, go away!" I shout and she sighs before standing.
I jump as someone practically falls over my and freeze when I realize who it was. "You. I have something to say to you." I slur, attempting to stand and having to lean against the tree to stabilize myself. Trisha reaches out and I slap her hand away.
"Didn't I fucking tell you to go away, Trisha?" I growl, scowling at her. "I don't want to deal with cheaters anymore, go fuck yourself." I add, turning back to Connor. I'd come here searching for him.. hadn't I? I didn't even remember. But, I did remember I was pissed at him.

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And...he was drunk. Connor'steeth gritted in frustration, blue eyes narrowing at the female. He was on his last straw, so done with peopleafter the past two days. Even if Att was mad at him, even if he'dhate him for what he was about to do, Connor did it anyway. And arm wrapped around his waist and he kissed his jaw.
"Buzz off. Y-you lo-ost your chance chica," He spat.

[Attyston Thomas]

I start as he wraps an arm around my waist before his lips pressed against my jaw. I blink and can't help the giggle that escapes me.
The look on Trisha's face was priceless. She obviously hadn't had anyone choose a guy over her before. My hand finds its way under his chin and I smash my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. I couldn't help it. I was still pissed at him, but the atraction was just too much to handle. However, I wasn't about to say sorry. For what? Getting rid of his drugs?
He should have fucking thanked me.

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Connor jerked away hiwever as Attyston moved to deeoen the possessive kiss. Confusion, hurt, frustration swam in his eyes. At Attyston and himself alike. "Let's go h-home." He mumbled, keeping an arm around Att to keep him upright. Without another word he turned and headed back the way he had come.
Eventually they were back at Attyston's and Connor shut the door, sitting Att down on the couch before walking away to get the kitten his formula.

[Attyston Thomas]

I open my eyes as he pulled back, my brown creased in confusion. Hadn't he just kissed me? "Okay." I reply, nodding as Connor started out of the park. Maybe he just wanted to wait until we had privacy. Yep, that had to be it. A drunken giggle escapes me at the thought and I grin over at him, leaning over to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Soon we made it back to my place and he helped me over to the couch.
"Come back." I slur as Con walks away, holding out my arms.

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Connor lifted his head, scoffing. "Why? Y-you're mad at me, so you got drunk. Solves e-everything right?" He shook his head, pickin his journal up off the floor and setting it on the table before he scooped Jascaar up. Connor leaned against the wall, holding him tenderly as he fed him until the kitten clearly didn't want anymore.
He put him down, wandering back to the kitchen to put the bottle in the fridge, pausing to eye his shaking hands.

[Attyston Thomas]

I blink at his question and then roll my eyes. "B-because.." I start before stopping to think. I bite my lower lip, finally shrugging with a chuckle.
"And I'm not drunk. I only had.. like, two." I add, leaning over to untie my shoes and pull them off. My socks follow and I drop them on the floor before laying out on the couch.
"You know you want me. I could read your mind." I call as he enters the kitchen, already shrugging my shirt off before standing to follow Connor into the kitchen.

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Connor scoffed. "Only two." He tlanced at him as he came into the ktchen, shaking his head and simply walking away, fistin his hands to try and stop the shaking.
He grabbed the empty cans from the bedroom and returned, lining them on the counter and pointing. "Count." He spat before stalking off to the living room and sitting down, rubbin his bruised chest.

[Attyston Thomas]

I frown as he walks away and stand there for a moment, wondering what I'd done wrong. I sigh and run a hand over my face, not knowing what to do. I look up as Connor returns, a grin crossing my face before watching as he lined up the cans that he'd obviously gotten from my room. It was more than two. I shake my head, I'd only had two, that couldn't be right.
"Whatever, fuck you." I slur, pointing at where he sat on the couch. "I-I remember what I was going to tell you now, but I won't because you being stuck with me is worse than kicking you out." I continue before staggering back to my room.

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Connor flinched but didn't say a thing. Whatever. "Drunk a-asshole.." He whispered but his voice cracked brokenly.
He ran fingers over his journal and pushed it away, pressing hands against the table before giving up on the trembling.
Sniffling, he wiped angrily at strayed tears and pulled his shirt off his bruised torso, already knowig he's end up feverish. Lying down, he closed his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep. He didn't care. He wasn't going to school tomorrow.

[Attyston Thomas]

I open my room and walk around, picking up the papers that were strewn everywhere. I grab the ice cream tub as I pass the dresser before wandering back down the hall. I toss the papers at Connor where he's laying on the couch before walking into the kitchen.
I toss the cardboard tub into the trash and put to spoon in the sink. leaning on the edge of the counter woozily, squeezing my eyes shut. I suddenly heave and throw up into the sink, though I hadn't eaten much that day. I retch again before sinking to the floor, a disgusted groan passing my lips.

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Connor groaned as he heard Attyston moving around, and pulled the pilow over his head, coughing. It hurt his bruised chest to do so and he wondered if the guys would have pummelled him harder had the bell not rang.
Sighing, he pushed hair from his face with a shaking hand and rolled onto his back again, tempted to tell Att to go be sick some place else. He finally sat up and scooped up the papers, peering down at them and reading them over. Connor's jaw trembled, and he sat them on the table, flipped his journal open as well and left it on top, gripping his pen until it snapped and ink ran down his hand.
Getting up he stumbled for the bathroom, slamming the door and turning the hot water on. From there he began to scrub endlessly, frustrated and upset, teeth gritting until it hurt.

[Attyston Thomas]

I put my head in my hands, the door of the fridge cold against my bare back. "Fuck." I groan, shaking my head. I heave myself to my feet, leaning against the counter as the world seemed to swirl around me. I turn the faucet on and cup my hands under it before splashing it onto my mouth, trying to get the burn and taste of the stomach acid out. It doesn't have the desired effect, and instead I retch again, closing my green eyes so I don't have to look at the mess in the sink. I push off from it to find the living room empty and sprawl out across the couch, sighing. I just wanted to pass out. Suddenly the phone rings and I blink, sitting up. Who'd be calling? I reach for the phone and slur out a 'Hello'. The voice on the other line is immediately familiar. "Londyn. Hey." I breathe, giggling softly.

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"Agh!" Connor snarled, finally chucking the soap across the bathroom. He sighed shakily and gagged, trying to calm down. He finally left the bathroom behind, an arm around his churning stomach and the other trying to hide his bruised chest. He glanced up when he saw Attyston on the phone and sighed, uncomfortable with how he could feel his heart beating. He sniffled, wandering to the kitchen to splash cool water on his face and instead gagging as he saw the sink.
In annoyance he knocked the cans off onto the floor, sitting down on the living room floor and glaring lightly at Attyston in his makeshift bed now.

[Attyston Thomas]

"What? No." I answer, shaking my head. I sigh, looking down at my fingernails. "Two." I mumble embarassedly, as if being told off by my mom. "Fine! Like, six. Get off my case." I snap, watching as Connor crossed the living room to the kitchen. I huff at Londyn's next question, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, he's here." I reply, glancing at him as he came to sit on the floor. "No. Why'dya wanna?" I add, sighing. "For you." I slur, holding the phone out to Connor, a scowl crossing my face. I couldn't even fucking have a conversation with my sister without him being involved. I push my hair out of my face, looking at the wall.