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sunsetcurve · Apr 13th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 8px; color: #B2B2B2;]Muse A and Muse B are neighbors on the same floor of their building. Muse A can hear all the fights and yelling coming from Muse B’s apartment and can’t help but feel sorry for them, they know Muse B’s father beats them when he’s drunk. Muse B hates pity and dislikes Muse A since they know that’s what they see in Muse A’s eyes each time they share the elevator. Muse B can’t stand how good and caring Muse A seems and let’s them know how much they dislike them when Muse A offers them help after seeing a black eye on their face. But Muse A is very stubborn and they’re decided to help out, no matter how hateful Muse B can look, Muse A knows there’s more. So after convincing Muse B to get into their apartment, Muse B realizes Muse A is not that bad and they actually have a lot in common. They start meeting more often and feelings start showing off, but how can Muse B be with someone when pain and sadness is all they know? [/fancypost]
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reamy · May 9th 2016

I'm so so so so so sorry I've been gone so long. School has just been killer on me lately. But I'm here now !
So how did you want to start this? c:

sunsetcurve · May 9th 2016

Oh hi! And ah yeah that's been me these past two weeks. Anddd I was thinking of starting where my characted is coming home and maybe he hears a fight going on and y/c comes out all upset - maybe even having been hit?? And kieran's like , cmon in

reamy · May 9th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]alcohol. it was all the male could smell on his father's breath as he spoke the harsh words once again. it was a daily rounite now. nothing he did was okay by his father, it was always the yelling, the hitting, and everything else. it was taking a toll on clifton and anyone could see it. he was becoming cold and depressed, his grades were dropping, the people he called his friends were becoming worried.[b] "you can never do anything right can you?!" his father scolded, tossing a beer bottle at his head. quickly moving out of the way of the bottle, he shook his head and sighed. "what are you talking about now?" he questioned, glaring at his father. "i asked you to do the dishes. it's no wonder your mother left us. you're a horrible child!" the words hurt but it was something he had heard before, so he did his best to ignore it and play it off as none of it bothered it. which clearly upset his father. because he was quick to close what you might call a gap between them and conncet his face to clifton's face. completely unpreapred clifton was knocked on his ass but was quick to get back on his feet. "what the hell! you know she left us because of your drunk and stupid self! if you learned to control your drinking problem and your damn anger we wouldn't be here!" he shot back, holding the left side of his jaw. "what was that boy?" the tone of his voice and the question itself was a clear mark that clifton was in serious trouble. before he could even think about moving or saying anything, his father struck his face once more but this time in the eye. again he was knocked down but he wasn't able to get up for a few minutes, his father thought it would be okay to turn him into a rag doll and kick him while he was done.

his father was drunk which meant his balance was basically gone. using that to his advantage, clifton grabbed his father's ankle and pulled on it bringing him down to the ground. the soreness was kicking in so he struggled to get up but he managed to before his father could get back up and start again. breathing heavy, he slipped out of the door and slammed it shut. before he decided to go anywhere, he leaned against the door holding his stomach. he let out a few heavy breaths then finally started moving. he wasn't sure where he was going but he wasn't staying coming back for a good couple of hours. he'd have to wait till his so called father went to bed. it was dark, a little past eight maybe. but just as the dark haired male started walking towards the stairs, he seen his neighbor going to his apartment. "damn, damn, damn." he muttered under his breath. kieran had always been trying to help clifton out, he was always asking if he was okay but most of all he pited clifton and he hated it. he hated pity. and for that reason, he hated kieran. and his neighbor knew that. he had flat out been told such a thing.

he dropped his hand to his side and started walking.. very slowly do to the pain but kept his head down hoping that his black eye wouldn't be noticed. he knew he had a black eye. the impact he felt he knew it would leave a mark. huffing out another heavy sigh, he returned his hand to his stomach to ease the pain he couldn't help it.

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sorry it's so bad. ; ~ ; first post are usually killer for me.
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sunsetcurve · May 9th 2016

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Kieran had been gone mostly the whole day. Around 7am he woke up, headed to work with a duffle bag for the gym for afterwards. From seven to two he worked at the auto shop, fixing cars that came in, or motorcycles, trucks, etc. When he left, he headed to the gym and worked out for two hours, then showered and changed in the locker rooms at the gym. He arrived at his sister's house around five, where he had been invited to have dinner. Kieran absolutely loved going over his sister's house. She was married, had two little twins at the age of four, and they pretty much worshipped Kieran. They were locked onto him whenever he came over and demanded they play - well, mostly wrestle. They were boys, so of course they liked to wrestle. Anyways, they had a fun dinner, catching up since he hadn't seen her in a few weeks - they had gone on a long long vacation. His sister was married to a doctor so, they had plenty of money to spend.
Kieran and his sister were close. His parents disowned him after they found out he liked guys just as much as he liked girls. They couldn't accept the fact that occasionally Kieran would bring a boy home. After a while, they stopped pretending he existed, so he packed up his things and left. For a year he stayed with his sister until he got a job, and now he'd gotten his own apartment. Given, it wasn't the best apartment around, but he could afford it with his own money, and didn't have to rely on his sister or his parents or anyone. He was on his own now. Kieran didn't even have dates come over - he hadn't been with anyone seriously or romantically since his last real relationship ended in a tragedy. He had one night type deals for a while after trying to get over it, but he learned since then that it doesn't work. So, Kieran had been single for nearly a year and wasn't complaining about it. He was focusing on himself. It wasn't like he didn't go out though - oh he did, he had friends to hang out with. Just no significant other.
Anyways, after dinner and desert with his sister, Kieran went to the grocery store since he was getting low himself on food, and now he was returning home, a million bags in his arms. He was too lazy to make more than one trip to the car, so he did his best to grab everything he possibly could. On the way up to his floor i the elevator, the blond could hear thumping and crashing noises. Yet again...his neighbors were fighting. The male being abused never accepted his help, no matter how hard Kieran tried. But tonight, this sounded worse than usual. Kieran was struggling with all his bags of groceries when he saw the other male come out of the apartment, looking awful. There was a bruise forming in his eye, and it was obvious the other male was in a lot of pain. How could he find a way to help him without making it seem like he was being pityful? "Hey," he called, his mouth working before his brain. "Can you help me with my groceries? I can't get my keys out," he chuckled. Kieran knew the other male hated him, but it wasn't like he was the one beating him up. [/fancypost]
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reamy · May 10th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]Clifton was a bit stunned the other male had automatically given him the pity he usually did. With an eyebrow arched his arms fell to his sides once more as he tried to play like he was completely fine as he made his way over to the blonde male. [b]"Uh, sure." He nodded, taking the groceries from him careful not to cause anything to smack into his stomach area. He must not of heard the fight he had just had between his father, which he was thankful for. Pity was the last thing he wanted at this current moment but it always confused the dark haired male as to why he was always to curious and so helpful towards him. Clifton had done nothing to deserve his kindness but it was always there for whatever reason. But maybe he had finally gotten his point across to blonde.

"Hurry up, would ya?" He scolded under his breath, struggling slightly with the bags of food and whatever other goodies that had been bought. Some of it actually looked good and made Clifton hungry just a little bit. He did wonder a bit as to why his neighbor needed so many groceries for one person, maybe he had midget hidden in there somewhere. He couldn't help but smirk a little bit at the thought of it but it quickly disappeared. [size=6pt]★ trek

sunsetcurve · May 11th 2016

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Kieran was surprised when Clifton came over to help him out. He was thinking for sure he'd see right through his stunt and yell at him again. But, he was soon there and Kieran was giving him some groceries to carry, actually grateful for the help. "Thanks," he said and finally had a free hand to get his keys out of his pocket. He narrowed his eyes as the other male told him to hurry up. "I know, they're heavy huh?" the only reason he bought so much was because he was always hungry. That, and it was going to last him for a while. Kieran hated the grocery store, there were so many weird people there. So he tried to get as much as he could to last him a few weeks before going out and getting more. Anyways, he opened up the door and shuffled inside, motioning for Clifton to place the bags on the kitchen table where he was setting them down as well.

"You in a hurry to get somewhere or something?" Kieran asked and he headed over to his fridge, opening up the freezer and getting out an icepack he had in there. He wrapped it in a paper towel and handed it to Clifton, for his face. "You can keep it," he told the male, figuring he was probably going to high tale it out of there as possible. He started unpacking the groceries, and pulled out packet of microwavable popcorn, breaking it open and sticking it in the microwave. Sure, he'd just eaten a whole bunch of food at his sister's but, like I said before, Kieran was always hungry. He hummed quietly to himself as he starting putting things in the cabinet or the fridge.
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reamy · May 11th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]It was amazed how such a small person could need so much food but it wasn't any of his business. Finally seeing the door open, he slipped inside behind the blonde and following his motions to rest the items on the kitchen table. A heavy sigh of relief escaped his lips as he went shut the door just in case people decided to get nosey, by people he was talking about his father. God only knows what he'll do next. When he came back to the Kieran he watched him for a moment as the question felt his lips. The male rubbed his jaw gently as he looked for something to tell his neighbor but he came up short and was left standing there like an idiot. He really had nowhere to go he was just trying to find something to do so he didn't have to deal with his father.

While he was busy trying to think of an excuse he watched the blonde get an icepack. Damn, his eye. He nodded grateful for the icepack and rested it carefully upon his eye, he winced slightly at the coldness but was a bit thankful for it. [b]"Honestly, I'm just looking for somewhere to go for a few hours maybe for the night." He finally admitted. There was no point in denying that much or keeping it from Kieran, he heard most of the fights between the two of them. After a few moments of silence, Clifton decided he'd join in and put things away. It was his way of repaying him for the icepack, at least that was his excuse for being nice.

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sunsetcurve · May 11th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 8px; color: #B2B2B2;] Kieran really expected Clifton to leave, but he still stood there, searching for an answer to his question. He tried to hide his surprise but it was there. He figured he shouldn't act too weird about it otherwise it would send him running. Kieran wasn't sure exactly why he wanted to help so bad, but his process of thought was that, he knew what it was like for your parents not to care about you. Of course, Clifton's situation was worse, but Kieran still understood a little of what he was going through. It had been easy when he had a friend to fall back on regarding his problems - and that was his sister and his then boyfriend. Now, Kieran figured Clifton needed that person.

He pulled the popcorn out of the microwave when it was done and dumped it all into a bowl, munching on some occasionally while he put things away wherever they were supposed to go. He motioned to let the other male know he was free to have some, since apparently he was staying now and helping put away groceries. Strange, but Kieran was going to go with it. "Mm, I get it," he replied after a while. Of course he'd want to get away from that toxic environment. "Well, you're more than welcome to stay here. I've got a futon in my spare room," his spare room was basically just a book case full of books, some boxes of things he didn't have a place for when he moved in, and a closet. It was technically a second bedroom though he hadn't needed it, but he did have a futon in there. Sometimes his friends crashed there when they were too drunk to get home.

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reamy · May 11th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px black; margin-top:-10px][size=30pt][color=black][font=georgia]☼ clifton lucas jones ☼[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]male | honest | distant | joker | sacrastic[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]His eyes narrowed at the blonde trying to figure out if he was being serious about his words and how his words weren't meant. It seemed in one way like he just simply saying it out of pure annoyance but then another way seemed like he actually was offering it. Taking it more of the harsh and annoyed way, Clifton shook his head. [b]"It's fine, don't wanna be a bother to you." His words coming out more harsh than needed but that's what he did.

It was hard not having anyone to really run too about his problem at home, well it's not like he didn't he did but he wasn't sure how people would react to it. He wasn't sure people would call him a liar, an attention seeker, or something of sort because of getting called such things he kept quiet and kept everything hidden. When anyone dared to ask what happened to his face, why he was so quiet and why he wasn't how he used to be he just kind of avoided with the usual shrug of his shoulders and saying of 'things change'. It was short and sweet, keep people away but it wasn't the truth anyone could probably see it but his friends didn't seem to notice the lie and believed it. Clifton wouldn't really know how to tell someone anyways and he wasn't sure if anyone would really care. What about his family you ask. Well he's never really been close with his family. When it comes to family meetings his father turns into the greatest father ever and nobody see what happens behind closed doors. He knew if he went to anyone of them about what's happening they wouldn't believe him.

He rested the icepack on the table and lifted his shirt up to see how his ribs and whatnot were doing. It was just like his eye and jaw, bruises. Nothing seemed to be broken and it wasn't a serious amount of pain so there was no need to get help right? Well he'd give it till tomorrow and see how it all felt in the morning. Maybe he should just get a hotel? He had some money on him and some money left in the bank but he would probably need that later on for food and such. He'd figure it out in a bit. The dark haired male shook his head as he released his shirt and returned the icepack back to his eye. Why did Clifton dare think that Kieran somewhat cared or was a little bit concerned? He couldn't seem anymore like a fool. Why would his neighbor of all people care? "Besides, why would you want a stranger staying in your home?"

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sunsetcurve · May 11th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 8px; color: #B2B2B2;] Kieran finished up with putting everything away, thanking Clifton again for the help. He bundled up all the grocery bags and put them under the sink to save, recycle or whatever. Then he stood at the counter, eating the popcorn he'd popped, drinking a coke that he had grabbed from the fridge. "Want something to drink?" he asked, trying to be a good house guest, but he was being quite terrible at it, and him trying to be as chill as possible could be coming off as mean. Should he smile? This didn't seem like am appropriate time to smile. "You won't be bothering me," he shook his head, and sighed. Yet again, help was denied. Kieran almost wanted to tell at him and tell him that he was just trying to be a good person. But would yelling actually get anywhere. "If you're like you are now helping me put away groceries, then you'd not be a bother at all," a small chuckle escaped him, and he set the bowl of popcorn off to the side, turning around to wash his hands.

He turned around after wiping his hands on a towel and winced at the sight of the forming bruises on Clifton's ribs as well. God that had to have hurt. Instead of pity on his face this time, there was hints of anger. How could someone do this to their own child? Why were some people like this? At the mention of Clifton asking why he'd want a stranger around, Kieran's demeanor changed and he snorted. "You're not exactly a stranger," he said. "I see you practically everyday, I know your name, I think you know mine. We aren't strangers," he pointed out, shaking his head, then turned around and crossed his arms, studying the male. After a moment or two, he headed down the hall, going into the room - the bathroom - and returned with a bottle of aspirin. "This might help with that," he pointed to Clifton's chest, though the shirt was down and covering it all again. "Really though, I don't care if you crash here tonight," he said, cracking his shoulder. "But I'm not forcing you, do as you please,"
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reamy · May 11th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]The sigh that came from the other male's mouth shocked him a bit. Why the sigh? Was he really bothered by the fact that he basically rejected the blonde's help once more? Coming to think about it he really did reject Kieran a lot, but for what? Because he was scared? He felt like a burden? Thought he would annoy him? But he knew damn well the blonde wouldn't pity him so much if wasn't worried the slightest bit. Honestly, how could he not be? Anyone that heard sounds like that at any time of day would be the slightest bit worried or scared. Maybe he should stop rejecting the help so much. It was the reason why he was distant, depressed, struggling, all of it. He just wouldn't accept help.

He listened as Kieran explained things to him. He was right, they weren't strangers. They knew one another, not on an extreme personal level but well enough to call them well friends in a way. [b]"You're right," he took the bottle of aspirin that was handed to him as his chest was pointed at. Damn, he seen. But of course what did he expect? He hadn't hidden somewhere to look he just did out in the middle of where they were. Oh well. Maybe Kieran knew if they were broken and if he needed to get checked out. He nodded his head in thanks for the medicine, hopefully it would help with a little bit of everything. "Alright, fine. I'll stay." Yet another of his head, as he glanced over at the fridge. He wasn't really sure what the blonde had to drink, so he just shrugged and looked at him. "Can I just get some water?" He'd need something to take the aspirin with anyways. He was once again stuck thinking about how kind his neighbor had been and was being to him even after he had said no again and again. Even after the fact that Clifton had determined he hated him when in reality he didn't, he just hated how he was pitied. "Can I ask you something?"

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sunsetcurve · May 11th 2016

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Kieran tapped his fingers on the counter behind him mindlessly. This was a rather awkward and tense environment and he wanted it to be anything but that. He reached up, running his hands through his blond locks, eyes on the ground as he thought. Kieran's head moved back up to look across at Clifton as he said he was right. He was agreeing with him now? This was so weird, yet Kieran was glad he was finally getting through. He didn't feel like boasting or teasing regarding the fact Clifton was even responding to him positively. He kept his mouth shut and danced around this whole situation. And then he was even further surprised as Clifton agreed to stay. Now Kieran had no idea what to do. "Okay," was all he managed to say in return, so so confused. He was asking for water, and that gave him something to do.

Kieran returned to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, handing that to him before he picked up his soda, sipping from the can. Maybe partially, some tiny reason he was interesting in helping wasn't the pity - but some attraction as well, Kieran wanting attention from the male. That was too small of a reason though, and he mostly saw parts of himself in Clifton. Maybe he was coming off as too creepy and he should just leave the poor guy alone. Though, it was hard not to involve yourself when you heard what went on every week. What if one day he came home and found out the guy across the hall was dead and he could have helped him? "Uh sure, what's up?" he asked as Clifton wanted to ask him a question. "Just ask. I hate when pepole ask permission for a question," there was a small smile so Clifton knew he wasn't being rude, only trying to be humorous.
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reamy · May 11th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]Clifton took notice of how the blonde reacted to his agreement and saying he was gonna stay. That was a good sign right? There was a good few moments that were just nothing but pure silence while the dark haired male gathered his words and thoughts. He had a few questions he wanted to ask such as what had he heard? Why did he keep offering help? Why was he so kind to him? All different types of questions like that but he didn't know what was okay to ask and what wasn't. But Kieran would give an honest answer to everything he asked right? Hopefully he would.

His gaze was focused on the ground as he nodded his head slowly, hearing Kieran say okay. Which question did he ask? Probably the one that bothered him the most.[b] "Why are you so nice to me?" He finally spat out after a few longer moments of silence. "I told you I hated you, I kept denying your help time after time and you're still here now helping me. Why? I'm surprised you don't actually hate me." He was pretty much just now rambling like a fool, but it was bothering him. He'd never seen someone so kind to him for no reason. He had never done anything for Kieran that he knew of. Maybe that's just how the blonde was and Clifton was just feeling some type of special.

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sunsetcurve · May 11th 2016

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Kieran stood there awkwardly, waiting, anticipating the possible questions that could be asked. He couldn't think of anything that Clifton might come up with, really. Again, surprise arose at this other male. He rambled on with a million questions that Kieran didn't think he could answer, but a response came. "Because I think you need the help, the kindess," Kieran said. "In there, across the hall. It's all hate, and sadness," he motioned to his door as he mentioned Clifton's apartment. "I figured why add on me being mean to you? Why add more negativity in your life?" Kieran paused, doing his best to make sense and say something that would get Clifton to understand, "Someone saved my life once by being nice, by letting me know that they would help if needed," he eventually admitted. "You now, you remind me of what I went through. Of course - it was never to this degree, but I do get it," he shrugged, and reached up to rub his green eyes, letting out a yawn. He quickly apologized for yawning, for being so tired. He'd been up early and then he'd exhausted himself out at work, the gym, playing with the kids. His bed in the corner of his apartment sounded wonderful right about then. But he had a guest. "Also, I don't really think you hate me. Am I wrong?" he raised an eyebrow, flashing a charming smile. "I don't really know you well enough to hate you," he added since Clifton seemed surprised that Kieran didn't hate him too.
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reamy · May 12th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]He could basically see the pity that was forming from the blonde's mouth but he didn't say anything, he just accepted it and let it happen. There was honestly no way of really avoding it anymore. With an eyebrow arched, the dark haired male listened to every word coming out giving a few nods here and there giving his acknowledgment while he waited his turn to speak. He got it? He thinks he needs the kindness? Help? Clifton wasn't really familiar with these words like help and kindess, it's been the longest time since he's been honestly offered any but that is partly his own fault for shutting everyone out.

At the mention of Kieran saying something about Clifton not really hating him, his gaze quickly fell to the floor. It was true. He didn't hate his neighbor he just acted like it to keep him distant and treat him like he had been treating everyone else. How could he hate someone he barely knew? It didn't make any sense. They knew each other, but not well enough to say if they really hated each other as the blonde had pointed out. But sometimes people don't really need to meet you to hate you, all you have to do is give them the wrong look or breathe the wrong way and they'll hate you. He wasn't sure if that's how this male functioned but now he knows. While he let the other male keep going, he took a two pills of aspirin and sighed heavily. Hopefully it'd kick in soon.

Noticing it was finally his turn to speak, his gaze slowly met Kieran's as he nodded his head. [b]"You're right. I don't hate you. It's like you said, I don't know you well enough to hate you and vice versa. I just claimed I hated you because of the pity you gave me." He admitted huffing out another sigh. While he fell silent for a moment he thought back to what was first said, how he needed the help and the kindness. Was the blonde right? Did he really need the help? He assumed he had been doing just fine on his own, after all he had made it this far. So he was doing something right, correct? There was a good chance he needed help but who would honestly help him? Kieran? It's doubtful. If anything he's just being nice because for once Clifton had finally decided to come in and help him out. Pushing those thoughts aside, he went back to how his neighbor had told him that he had gone through something. What could this guy gone through? He seems to be okay but he did mention how someone saved his life and whatnot. It's not Clifton needed saving. Sure had those depressing thoughts about how things would be so much better if he wasn't around and how much happier other people would be if he was gone, but it's not like he had attempted anything. So it wasn't serious right? "If you don't mind me asking... What exactly did you go through?"

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sunsetcurve · May 12th 2016

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Kieran was staring to wish he hadn't said anything at all. Who was he to tell Clifton what he needed? It was what he THOUGHT needed, not actually what Clifton needed. Plus it was all a matter of want. Did he want the help, or even the kindness? He felt like an idiot, a very creepy idiot. He didn't mean to come off as if he was so so interesting in Clifton's life, so obsessive. He had his own, it was just that he had to live nearby and see and hear the poor guy abused. Kieran sighed and covered his face with his hands, letting out a huff before dropping them. "I am so sorry if I'm coming off as totally creepy. I'm not obsessed with you or anything I'm just concerned. It's hard to sit in my apartment and ignore what's going on across the hall. I've been taught my whole life to stand up for people and.. that's all I'm trying to do I guess," he shrugged and blew some longer blond locks out of his face and offered Clifton a small smile before listening what he had to say regarding all of this.

He was glad to hear that he wasn't hated, because he truly didn't think that he had done anything to evoke such hatred. It made sense Clifton hated the pity though. If Kieran were him, he'd feel the same way. "I apologize for being pityful. I just feel bad, and feel obligated to do something. Sometimes you guys really yell over there," he frowned and shifted his gaze to the floor, letting the silence sink over them for a while. It was a little awkward, but he didn't mind as he let Clifton let his words sink in. He tilted his head though, surprised he'd asked about him. "It's really not as awful as your situation I guess," he started and motioned for him to come sit at the kitchen table, and he sat down as well. "My family was really close. My mom, my dad, my sister. We were a pretty happy family. Then in middle school I started to realize it wasn't just girls I liked, but guys too," he glanced over at Clifton, unsure of his reaction to that. Most people were judgemental, and he of course had no idea the other makes preferences either. "I didn't say anything until high school, when I started bringing guys home as dates. At first my parents acted as if they were friends, not anything more than that to me. It bothered me they were ignoring my sexuality. Then as the years went on they started ignoring me all together. It was really hard because I had been so close to them, but they started treating me as if I wasn't their son. It hurt, that my own parents didn't love me anymore. I ran away for a while, met someone who helped me out a lot, my then boyfriend who I loved. He got me out of my depressed state, along with my sister who let me stay at her place for a while," he huffed and stopped talking then, before he went too far into the memories of that ex, otherwise he'd get too emotional. "Again, not as bad a situation but it affected me emotionally," he tapped the table before leaning back.
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reamy · May 12th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]Clifton hadn't really thought has what Kieran was saying as obsessive, just more caring and concerned. He didn't even really think about it that way till it was mentioned but even then he really didn't act any different. It was nice to know someone... kinda .. cared? about him. At least he was in someone's thoughts. He just shrugged his shoulders in response, "Didn't really think of it that way honestly." He replied, offering a weak but warmish smile.

At the mention of the yelling, a sigh fell out of his lips once more as he nodded. He was right. They did get pretty loud but if Clifton wasn't loud back with his father, things wouldn't get better they'd just get worse. His father doesn't like thinking about the fact that his son is a chicken or doesn't know how to stand up for himself because if you haven't noticed, he does. Clifton doesn't take anyone's bullshit. You get treated the way you treat him and he will call you out on anything if he thinks are getting funny. He's just that type of person. He had opened his mouth to respond but was cut off as the blonde carried on, actually explaining his whole situation, of course following him to the kitchen table and taking a seat. It was a bit more than noticeable that his neighbor was expecting some type of reaction at the mention of his sexuality, but honestly, it didn't bother him. He understood all too well. The male himself has had his share of experiments and found himself attracted to men more than women. At first he kept it hidden but eventually just stopped caring. He was gay. Nothing anyone could do or say to change it.

When things fell silent once more, he nodded his head again like an idiot struggling to find words. It was hard to believe someone like him went through something like that. His parents basically disowned him because of his sexuality, what type of parent does that? What happened to parents always being there for you whenever you needed them? No matter what? He couldn't help but feel some type of anger in his blood. Like what type of parent does that? But then it sunk in. Clifton finally thought about his own family and their relationship. His mother dipped out a few years ago but still keeps in contact, of course things between her were kept down to a minimal because the mention of her name was the cause of another fight. His aunts and uncles, he never saw anymore and he never was really close to his cousins. He's never had another sibling. He really was all alone and his family.. didn't really seem to care nor his so called friends.

[b]"No, that's some serious stuff. I'm sorry you had to go through such a thing, nobody should ever have to go through something like that." He told Kieran, placing the icepack on the table. "I apologize for the yelling and everything, I never really thought about how loud we got. I'll keep it down from now on." He added, avoiding any type of eye contact at this point. Clifton was pretty stuck on the idea about how he didn't really have anyone to run too, to be there for him and help him. "It must of been nice to have someone there for you..." The words left his mouth before he could really think about what he said. When he did realize what he said, he shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "Sorry, don't take that the wrong way. It's just..." He went to explain himself but realized he didn't know how to explain it so he just shook his head. "Just don't take it the wrong way, I didn't mean for to sound rude."

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sunsetcurve · May 12th 2016

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He was holding back emotions, trying not to let any tears form in his eyes or anything. Kieran just didn't feel like letting himself breakdown in front of Clifton when this conversation was about him, not Kieran. Though it was hard remembering his cruel parents. How could they just stop loving their child because he wanted to kiss boys as well as girls? How did that affect his personality, how did it change how his own parents felt about him. Kieran had sat in confusion for so long, hated himself for being different, different enough that his mom didn't even look at him anymore. It had hurt, but he'd gotten through it thanks to the two best people in the whole world. And he missed one of them more than words could ever explain. He took a deep breath and shoved it all down. He'd already been down that road of depression and sadness. Now he was better, happier, confident of himself. People still of course gave him looks whenever he was out with a guy, but it was still more accepting than his old home. Kieran didn't go out much with either gender these days. Nothing had felt right since his ex.

He'd zoned out a little after speaking, when Clifton wasn't saying anything. He only came back when the other male started speaking, and Kieran's gaze shifted back to his face, rather than right behind him. "It's something from my past. I've dealt with it and moved on, and I'm in a much better place. My sister stays in contact with them but she tells me she mentions me, but they change the subject. Nearly two years later and Im still nothing to them," he chuckled, mirthless and humorless. He missed having parents, missed having someone to turn to for advice. That was his sister now, or his friends or colleagues. Sometimes though, a parents guidance was the best kind. "It's loud, yes and I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining it's not like that. I just meant to emphasize the worry. Have you ever thought of calling the police?" he asked. Kieran had wanted to many times but the police were easy to manipulate, and somehow he figured the abusive father could smooth talk his way out with lies. He waved his hand as Clifton caught himself, thinking he was being offensive. "It wasn't offensive don't worry,Clifton," he assured. "It is nice to have someone. Which is why I think you should try and find someone who has your back," he nodded slowly before putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his closed fist. "Anymore questions?"
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reamy · May 12th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]The police, really? Did he have any idea about how easy it was to turn the story with them? Nothing is how it seems with them. They don't have your back for anything. They're biased an it's annoying. He had called a few times when things first started out like this but he learned quickly to never do it again. As soon as they showed up his father had changed into a different man, he cleaned himself up and acted like it wasn't his apartment such sounds were coming from and that someone must of given them the wrong apartment number. It was funny how easy they believed him too, maybe that's why his father was never too worried about whatever happened to his son. He knew he could easily get out of it. He huffed out a chuckle as he shook his head, of course it was clearly a sarcastic laugh.

[b]"The police won't do a damn thing. Tried that when things first started out, it didn't end the way you'd think. They believed my father over me and made them believe someone had given them the wrong apartment number." He muttered rather coldly in response. Of course the coldness wasn't directed towards Kieran, it was at the police. You'd think with what they'd do, that they'd notice when someone is lying or think why would someone lie about the apartment number? Although it was an easy mix up during an intense moment, anyone knew that but Clifton knew his apartment number all too well. It was a place he dreaded coming too very much. When Kieran mentioned finding someone to have his back, he couldn't help but bust out laughing. This was a joke right? He didn't have anyone. His family was clueless and so were his so called friends. Who would believe him anyways? The only one who knew his story was true, was the male right before him. That was it. "And who would believe me? I'd get called an attention seeker, liar, that I just misunderstood something." He spat, glancing up and over at the blonde for a brief moment before his eyes rested back on the ground. "I've gotten this far on my own, I don't need anyone else." And he knew that was a flat out lie. He was reaching his breaking point. Several times he had thought about just having a flat out break down but knew he couldn't because he didn't have anyone to listen too and his father would think he was a whimp and cause another fight. Clifton was to the point to where he thought there was no need in fighting back anymore. It was a daily thing, something that happened several times a day. Fighting back can take a toll and dealing with something like he is can also take a toll on you. Mentally and physically. When he questioned about having anymore questions, he thought for a moment. Of course he did, but he knew how tired the blonde was and he himself was growing tired. He was mostly sore and knew he needed to rest. "Uh, just two. How do you if your ribs are broken? And can I borrow some bed clothes?" He asked, holding an innocent weak smile.

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