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    [b]ooc;;     rip this is so bad im sorry. also ignore the bad graphics for this fancypost for now, im working on a new one and i really just put a icon of him up and didnt bother to mess with the graphics anymore rip.


    ic;; he should of not come. that's all christopher could think as he drove around in his patrol car, staring towards whatever the headlights of his car would shine at. patrolling was his least favorite thing to do, especially at night. night was when you'd get all the angry drunks trying to get home, the underaged girls who figured maybe if they showed a titty that they'd get out of the ticket they were getting for going twenty digits over the already extremely lenient speed limit of the highway. he was weak too, spineless even. if any of these people tried to get in a fight with him, including the underage titty girls, he'd lose. he wouldn't ever have the guts to pull his taser, he wouldn't ever have the guts to throw a punch back, and he wouldn't ever have the guts to call for back up and feel more pathetic.
    he dragged his teeth across his bottom lip, taking a moment to let his eyes fall off of the road ahead of him and over towards the sidewalks that were illuminated by the yellowish streetlamps that glowed above them, a vivid memory of him walking along them with someone who he hadn't seen in forever. he immediately turned his head away, blinking away the tears that stung his eyes as soon as he pictured the scenario. his friend, the one who he let slip from him. they always walked down this road to go to the dairy queen that was only a few miles away, after all they had to get that dairy queen blizzard every day after school. it was his treat towards the other boy who did genuinely change his life. chris didn't let himself think of him often though. every time he did, he had this bitter taste in his mouth and his chest was absolutely heavy. it had been almost ten years since the boy left his life but god, he still felt the pain like it was yesterday.
    he had always wondered what would of happened if he was still around, too. not that he'd ever admit it but he did fancy the boy a whole lot, in fact whenever he was around him he could feel his heart leaping out of his chest. the boy taught him how to live, something he didn't know, and in return he let him die. he might not of been the one to take his life, but he would always blame himself for not growing some balls and stopping it all. it had taken christopher a few moments to realize that he was crying, he was actually crying in his car while on patrol over someone who died ten years ago. some would consider that pathetic, after all he's had ten years to grieve. ten years that he refused to grieve. he reached up and quickly wiped the tears away, putting his hand back on the steering wheel immediately after and letting out a somewhat shaky exhale. "it's okay, christopher," he murmured to himself, letting himself steal a glance towards the sidewalk once again. "he's in a better place now."
    that was a lie though. he wasn't in a better place, at least not in christopher's mind. a better place would be next to him in bed, with his own arms wrapped around his lost friend. a better place would be where he could still see him, where he could still hear that gorgeous laugh of his. the worst place ever would be some place that he didn't even know, which was the dilemma. they never found a body. they searched, they found blood, but never a body, and after a while they all gave up. all of those fucking cops that he worked with now, gave up on finding the one person that chris absolutely needed in his life and to this day he'd never forgive them for that. he knew there was no chance of the boy being alive now, but back then, maybe if they had kept searching they could of found him. they could of found that boy and chris would have him here today but no. reid was just some deadbeat kid that was never gonna make it to him, and now chris was working as a cop to make sure no other kid that was considered deadbeat would ever have everyone just give up on him again.
    chris pulled his vehicle over to the side of the road after a while, immediately turning the car off before getting out and locking it. he didn't want to be in his car anymore, he couldn't. he could always patrol walking around too, it wasn't like they said he had to just drive around in a car. he adjusted his badge before taking a step onto the extremely familiar sidewalk, letting his mind slip away in the memories that would haunt him at night for the rest of his life.
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    Knuckles bleeding so bad they coated the cigarette perched between his aching fingers. A very common look for reid.




    He didn't know where he was, how he got there, or even what time it was. All he knew was that he'd had a dangerous amount to drink and had been staring at a tree, chain smoking, for the last hour. Not only had he been staring, but he'd been hitting it, as well. Not just the tree, either. Poles, walls, signs, cars... anything that had a solid and heavy mass, he hit. Anything that could shatter bones in some way or another, he attacked. Not for any particular reason other than the fact that he had been drinking, and drinking meant that he had been thinking. Thinking about everything he'd ever done. About everything that had ever happened to him. About how fucking pathetic he was.




    They never found his body, mainly because he was proclaimed dead almost instantly, and the fact that he had had the sense to call an ambulance for himself. He was in such critical condition that he had to be shipped all the way across the country to a fancy ass hospital for those on the verge of death. And he stayed there for about a year, recovering and whatnot. After he'd been deemed fit to leave the hospital, he had tried to make his way back to the town he grew up in. He was born in scotland, sure, but he moved to america when he was eight or so. Needless to say, he had quickly made a name for himself at school and around the town.




    He was the one who people were afraid of. One wrong look at him and he would be at your throat, blinded by pent up rage. People were so hateful towards him that no one tried to help. He went to school with bruises, cuts, stitches, broken bones; reeking of alcohol, cigarette smoke, shame and blood. No one tried to get the police involved in the clear sign of abuse that was going on. No one tried to comfort him and tell him it was going to be okay. No one ever looked past the dark, numb, dull green eyes. No one ever cared.




    Except Christopher.




    Chris, admittedly, was the reason he was still alive. Reid was a convicted felon -- wanted for pretty much anything from prostitution to attempted murder. Once caught, he'd be in jail for life. Not that he cared. Even if Chris was still in this shit stain of a town, he wouldn't remember reid. Chris, like everyone else, would have forgotten about the violent boy. Hell, chris was probably glad reid was gone. Reid was an angry, annoying, clingy, cold, stupid piece of garbage thay should have died long before he was presumed dead. Besides; Tattooed body, six feet and five inches, two hundred and ten pounds of pure fury... Chris wouldn't even recognize him.




    Negative words filled his head as he stomped his cigarette into the pile of other cigarette butts at his feet. He'd called himself so many names that he'd begun making titles up that didn't make sense, but they fueled his anger nonetheless. Things like worthless sack of jizz guzzling shit and dick sucking slut bag. It just wasn't working, though, so he began thinking of chris. The thought of the other was enough to make what was left of Reid's shattered heart break even further.




    Before he could really stop himself, reid was lurching forward -- aching knuckles cracking against the tree with enough force to break someone's jaw. He began thinking about the night he "died". It had been Chris's birthday, and the two were walking back to Chris's house after a night of just dicking around in celebration. Reid had had a present for chris that he was going to give the other when they got to his house. Before they got there, though, they were jumped. Six people, all pointing weapons at them. Reid immediately told chris to run; screamed at him and shoved him until he did. A fight broke out -- six against one. They were all armed to the teeth. Reid had nothing but a small object in his pocket for his friend. He didn't even know if Chris was okay, if they hurt him, or what.




    The pain in his hands, and the emptiness in his body twisted together with the agony of self hatred in a finely blended smoothie of screaming fury. He wasn't even sure what he was yelling -- all he knew was that it had something to do with him yelling at himself. Saying things like thay he was worthless, should go die, deserved to be alone, stuff like that. This was a typical day for reid.




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    he shook his head, as if it could possibly get the thoughts that were swarming around his head out before looking back to his car as he heard the cb radio go off, letting him know of a situation that was happening only a few blocks away. he quickly jogged to his car, unlocking it through the open window before picking up the walkie-talkie thingy for it and bringing it to his lips. he inhaled, bracing himself to actually speak before pressing the button and looking to the ground. "u-uh yeah, it's officer brooks. i'm not that far away from the ordeal, i can get it." he said quietly, holding his breath until he heard an 'ok' from the other officer. afterwards, he got back in his car and started the engine again, quickly pulling out onto the empty road and driving to the road that was apparently being rampaged by a drunk. he didn't want to take the call, but he knew he was closest and he figured he'd be the only cop not to immediately resort to violence.




    the call wasn't too far away, in fact it was only a block down the road from where he had been. of course, it was also a block away from the last place he'd seen reid. he could still clearly picture that night, it was his birthday and of course some shitheads had to ruin it. it was almost eleven years to the day too, and just the thought of that made chris ill to his stomach. sighing, he pulled over to the sidewalk and parked before getting out of the car, his eyes searching around before he finally found the suspect. the dude was buff, like hella fucking buff. he was also hella angry, taking out all of his pent up rage on a nearby tree. christopher stopped, immediately touching his belt buckle to make sure that his taser were there in case he needed to use it before he charged on, making his way over to the man. "u-uh, sir," he muttered, though his words were barely audible under the man's screaming.




    he wasn't even sure how he was supposed to take this. the man was obviously tougher than the 92 lbs of pure anxiety that christopher was packing, and because of this he feared that if he didn't figure out a rational plan soon that he'd have to use his taser on the man. "uh, sir!" he shouted, taking a step back from the man to brace himself. "I-I've been getting reports of a loud disturbance on this street a-and I believe that it's coming from you? I don't want to use force but if you could please just calm down and possibly speak with me in a rational manner this would all be okay.." he trailed off, though he wasn't sure if he got his message through to the other man.




    ((rip this is still really short and im sorry about that! i'm gonan slowly start to work up i promise omg ))

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    Scottish • Aggressive • Homosexual • Bipolar[/fancypost]
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    the sound of someone muttering was enough to make reid pause for a nanosecond, though he didn't care enough to actually look. in fact, he just began hitting the tree harder. however, the shout had done the trick, and reid's fist came to a halting stop just a mere inch before it hit the tree again. he stayed quiet for a second, not moving. it looked like he had just been frozen in time right before he could land another blow on the innocent tree, but in actuality, reid had just been hit by a wave of amnesia. he couldn't remember why he was hitting the tree, why he had stopped, or what he was even angry about. typical for a drunken man.




    after the short pause, reid dropped his arm to his side. some of the fury was gone, but not all of it. now there was someone else, and this person was much, much smaller than the scotsman. so much smaller to the point where he could have passed for a child, if he wasn't wearing a uniform and fully armed. the man's hand touched at his taser, which made reid kind of want to laugh. he'd been tased before. of course he has! it wasn't a fun experience, mind you, but... at the same time, he really didn't care. he was usually too drunk or high or angry to feel the pain immediately. it would register in his brain as pain, yes, but it wouldn't necessarily hurt. that made no sense, but... basically, being tased hurt, but usually, reid was too raged to stop just because of the pain. it usually hit him later when he wasn't as angry, which was... hoo boy, it was much worse than the initial pain.




    reid straightened his back and lifted his head towards the sky, as if looking for god. there was no god -- he'd decided on that as a young boy. it wasn't even comforting to think that there was someone out there who loved him. if god existed, then why would he let everything that had happened happen? why would he be so centered on making reid's life a living hell? there was only one explanation, and that was that there was no god. there couldn't be; all his life, reid had been told that god was merciful and would save poor, suffering souls. and yet reid had had so much suffering in his life -- but there was never any mercy involved. never. if there was a god, then he, like everyone else, hated reid and wanted to watch the scot suffer and struggle.




    dull, glazed over, dark green eyes glanced over at the police officer. normally, a sane person would back down, regardless of the officer's size. but reid was drunk and pissed off, so he just marched forward; strides long and powerful. approaching the officer, reid bent down to eye level with the officer. he looked... strange. familiar, even. it... it was painful to look at the other male, but reid did so anyway -- despite the sudden pressure in his chest. [b]"er what, lad?" his voice was deep, bassy, gravelly, and almost sounded like what a grizzly bear who could speak english would sound like. it was also undeniably scottish; the accent running thick and heavy on his tongue. "ya gonna taze me? shoot me? call fer backup?" his dark green eyes narrowed, as if issuing a challenge. "i could kill ya b'fore ya even reached fer yer gun."




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    he held his breath for a minute before taking two steps close to the male, reaching to the taser before pulling it out. he dropped it to the ground, though he didn't even dare to drop his gun because he figured that would be a stupid decision if he ended up losing control of the situation. it wasnt like he had control of it though. he raised his arms as if he himself were the one under arrest, slowly making his way over to the other man to try to get a better look at him. "you're hurt. do you want me to take you to a hospital? i want you to get the medical care you need. i won't take you in or anything, i just.. don't want you hurt." he murmured.




    the moment he got a better look at his face was the moment his breath was taken away. he would definitely know that face anywhere, it was reid, it was definitely reid. it was impossible though, reid was dead. he couldn't possibly be alive. he held his breath, taking a step back once again to look the man over before looking away. he could feel the tears starting to sting his eyes and he didn't want to lose it, after all this could just be a hallucination. he shook his head, trying to get the memories out of his head before looking back towards the male and giving a forced smile.




    "s-so, uh, i feel like i should introduce myself, ya know? establish some sort of trust. i mean i don't expect you to fully trust me, i am a cop after all but i do want you to know that my intentions are pure and i don't want to bring anyone pain. anyway, u-uh.." he trailed off, trying to get the embarrassment he felt off of his chest but it wasn't working. "anyway, i'm christopher brooks. and you are?" he cleared his throat, relaxing his shoulders before crossing his arms and waiting for an answer.




    ((ahhh this was really short too i just didnt wanna fill it with flashbacks im sorry oh my god i feel bad. yours are all so long and mine are like dead rip.))

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    when the officer dropped the taser, reid stared at it for the longest time. this was... odd. he'd never met a police officer who didn't favor violence when threatened. fuck knows that when reid felt even moderately threatened, he lashed out with the fury of hell itself. regardless, he didn't really think about that right now, because the officer was still talking as he stared at the taser on the ground. he wanted to look away as soon as possible, if only because that action could have been a ploy to get him to let his guard down. when he did look up, though, he found the officer holding hands up in surrender. what the hell was this...?




    hearing the other's words, reid narrowed his eyes more, straightening back up. his bloodied hands grabbed at his arms as he crossed them low over his stomach. hospital? for broken knuckles? nah. some bandages and pain killers would be enough. he'd been fixing his own wounds since he was a kid. he had to be able to help himself -- the hospitals couldn't fix his injuries without a parent's/legal adults permission, and his father never would have allowed reid to get hospital care. so, reid grew up refusing medical attention blatantly and resolving to helping himself. or even having chris help him with places that he couldn't reach, like his back or head.




    reid's gaze was cold and calculated, as if he had a severe trust issue with this one particular man. which, honestly, reid did, but... he had more of a trust issue with everyone and everything, to be honest. he trusted no one, trusted nothing. except alcohol, and occasionally drugs. and fighting. those things never let him down, and they never would. especially the alcohol. that shit was his best friend. [b]"i ain't goin' to a damn doctor," the male retorted after a little while. his eyebrow raised as the man continued to talk. damn. chatty little thing, wasn't he? well, then again, he had to feel threatened. reid did just threaten to kill the man. oopsie. not that he cared.




    the name, however, was enough to make that pressure in his chest swell to the point where he was having trouble breathing. so much trouble, in fact, that he was getting to be slightly light headed. christopher brooks... it... it couldn't be his chris. christopher was a popular name, and brooks was a common surname in america, right? yep. that was it. there was no way chris would still be living in this shit hole. still, as hard a time reid was having standing up without swaying, his voice never wavered, and his cold stare never changed; his stoic face twisting ever so slightly with an odd emotion he hadn't felt in... years, actually. "name's reid. ya ain't gettin' any more information than that." technically, his first name was torrence, but anyone who called him torrence was guaranteed to get a broken nose almost instantaneously.




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    to his own dismay, the man happened to have the name reid. chris could feel his stomach tying into knots and he had to take a step back, his own eyes widening as he faced the man. "a-alrightie.." he nodded, taking a moment to look down at his hands to keep himself calm. "i.. i have to ask, and while you have every right to not answer this question, i'd love for you to answer it truthfully, but.." he trailed off, trying to find the words to make this not sound awkward. "is your last name montgomery?" his voice cracked when he said the last name and he found himself holding back tears. he hadn't said that name in so long, it felt good falling off of the tip of his tongue though. "a-and if it is, did you go missing on july tenth about.. ten, eleven years ago?" he wasn't expecting it to be reid, but god it looked like reid and it sounded like him and the name.. it could always just be a coincidence, but chris was going to ask anyway and if he got punched for it then it'd be worth it.




    ((i am c rying, you are nice but i assure you i can take it if you agree with me like dude this one is the shortest one ever freaking r ip.))

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    At the questions, reid tilted his head. He blinked a few times, glancing around. Ah. He saw what the other was doing. Confessions. There were other police officers around... right? There had to be. This was just something to get reid locked up and off the streets. Normally, the other male would start running and try to avoid capture, but... he was so tired. He wanted to lie down and sleep and not wake up. Twenty-eight years worth of pain and sadness suddenly weighed down on his chest heavily and he looked away from the officer -- his shoulders rising a bit, as if trying to make himself appear smaller while his bloody fingers grabbed at his shirt in a very subtle, very gentle self hug.




    Reid huffed heavily, more irritated then angry now. [b]"yes, that's me last name." unfortunately. He hated that name. He hated his first name, too. It just left a bad taste on his tongue. Reid didn't look at the officer as he continued to speak, instead focusing his gaze on what appeared to be an ant on the sidewalk below him. The last question made him pause. Went missing? Well, he had been transported to a hospital. He would have thought the town would have been notified or at least the officers. Apparebtly not. Were they still looking? Damn. "people thought i died, yes," was he classified as a missing person? He couldn't possibly be -- he'd been arrested more times than he cared to remember since then. "would've thought tha police gave up tha search by now."




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    after what felt like practically forever in silence, chris cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice before he spoke. "ten years ago you disappeared on my birthday. i was told you were dead almost instantly and that they didn't find a body. i was told that i was a fool for looking for you for about three months after you disappeared before losing hope because it's not like i could of found you on my own. i considered you to be my best friend, granted i don't know if i was yours, and i know that you're drunk and that you probably don't give two shits but i'm so fucking relieved that you're not dead.' his voice cracked again and he looked away, wiping the tears that were now sliding down his cheeks. he didn't expect this to mean anything to reid, why would it? chris didn't mean shit to anyone, really. he was just another face to people, known as that one kid who was really good. he didn't have a name for himself, hell, he was stuck in the same deadbeat town that he'd lived in for the past twenty-six, almost twenty-seven years of his life.




    he looked back to reid, though it wasn't for long. seeing his face felt like daggers against his chest and he wasn't quite sure why. "a-anyway, you seem calm now. please stop hitting things and try to get yourself some help, okay? i know i don't matter but you do. so." and with that he turned away, reaching down to pick up his taser before putting it back on his belt and walking to his car. he couldn't face reid anymore, it was tearing his mind apart. he had been alive for the past ten years and chris had no idea. he had been alive and chris just gave up on that idea, as if it was impossible. he felt so guilty for this even though he knew he had nothing to do with anything of it, it was neither of their faults but here chris was, taking all the blame. he held his breath, stealing once more glance to the man that hadn't been in his life for years before shaking his head and unlocking his car, taking a seat.




    he didn't start his car though. instead, he just covered his face with his hands, trying to keep himself from sobbing too loudly. he wanted to stay but he felt as if he shouldn't, he should just step out of reid's life after all it's not like he needed him for ten years. no one really needed him anymore and he felt more like a nuisance than helpful. he pulled his hands away, letting his head hit the back of the seat before sighing loudly. he felt so conflicted, he didn't know what to do.




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    Part of reid refused to believe that this was chris. His chris. The chris that let reid crawl into his window in the middle of the night and sleep in the other's bed with him when he'd had a rough night at his own home. The chris that reid wrote countless soungs about and practiced them on three different instruments until he knew each song by heart. The chris that just smiled at Reid's standoffish nature towards everything and anything. The chris that could literally lull reid to sleep just by talking about things he liked. The chris that reid never, ever wanted to lose.




    And yet, the more this man talked, the more reid felt his throat close. It was typical for little chris to take the blame about everything. Fuck, chris would take the bullet and say he was the cause of global warming if it meant keeping people happy. It was typical for chris to dismiss himself as unimportant and worthless. Chris was literally the only thing that kept reid here. Since he was, what? Eleven? Since he was ten or eleven, chris was the only thing keeping reid from killing himself. Reid purposefully fought to live, just for chris. He went to school every day, ate food, and tried to do things as correctly as he could just for chris.




    Reid didn't process the last part of whaever the younger said, as he had zoned out too heavily to even notice that the other had left. It was about a minute before reid even realized he was alone, and he felt like shit. This was his best fucking friend, and reid was threatening him. Granted, it was typical for reid to threaten chris, but he had never meant it before. Reid felt like throwing up. He was so fucking disgusting -- covered in blood, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and threatening to kill his best friend. He didn't want to believe that that man was chris, but it was. And reid wouldn't be able to live knowing he'd let him get away a second time.




    The scot started forward, drunken state making him stumble a good amount as he walked. Thank god the patrol car wasn't gone, though. Reid approached the car, banging on the window loudly and quickly, as if it was a dire need that the man exit the vehicle. He wasn't letting chris get away again. He'd rather die than be alone again, knowing his drinking had been the source of his loneliness. That, and the fact that no one could stand him apart from him a dick to ride in the back alley. [b]"get outta tha car!"




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    he immediately jumped when he heard the loud banging on his window, his eyes darting over to see who it was. he was actually surprised that reid was there, but he knew it probably wasn't good. reid was probably going to kill him or something. he threatened to only minutes ago and maybe he doesn't think it's him, maybe he thinks he's lying or something. he could feel this throat closing up with panic and he immediately sucked air in through his mouth, his entire being trembling. he unlocked the door before opening it up, closing it quickly before pressing his back against the door and bracing himself for the worst.




    "i-if.." he trailed off, struggling to get words out of his mouth. he was a complete mess, sobbing and trembling. he couldn't control it at this point, he thought he was going to meet his demise by the friend that he would take a bullet for. "i-if you're gonna kill me, make it quick, please," he closed his eyes, bracing for the impact that would most definitely take his frail life, his knuckles turning white against the car door as he gripped onto it with dear life to keep himself from falling to the ground and sobbing out for a god that he didn't even believe in. "just make it quick, please," his voice cracked on his last word and he tilted his head down, not feeling the will power to keep his chin up at this point. he knew he was a dead man, he knew he was fucked. everything was fucked. he lost his best friend and he didnt try hard enough to find him and now his best friend would kill him and he was prepared for it.




    (sHHhhh im gonna cry)

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    Chris was absolutely mess. Normally, a crying Chris meant reid would get out the informstion of who did this, and then go have a very stern talk with them. Which always involved them being put in the icu. He couldn't exactly hunt himself down, though. When chris cried, reid wanted to burn the entire fucking world to the ground in fury. It was an awful feeling when the younger cried, and it was even worse when you were the source of the tears. Yes, reid knew the other was crying because of him. It was obvious, really. As plain as the tattoos on reid's body.




    The Scotsman stayed still for a while. His fingers raised up, latching around the belt that held all of Chris's weapons. Deftly and nimbly the elder male undid the belt, tossing utitn the ground a few feet away. He didn't want any interruptions or chances of someone getting tased, shot, or maced. When the belt was out of the way, reid grabbed the others shirt, noting the police badge as though he'd never seen an officer's badge before. Regardless, the scot yanked the much smaller male forward by the shirt, keeping the other from falling just by holding onto said shirt.




    And then reid wrapped both of his arms around the younger; something he had never done first. He never initiated the hugs when they were kids. Chris was the one who noticed the signs and would give reid the affection he needed, even if reid would try to push the other away. Chris would even go so far as to occasionally kiss reid's cheek, giggling at the bright and rosy color reid's cheeks always turned. Currently, reid was holding the younger man tightly, his bloody hands grabbing at chris' shirt while his face buried in the crook of the other's neck. [b]"i'm so sorry... i'm so fuckin' sorry..." he didn't even know what he was apologizing for, to be honest.




    (( So long as it's a good cry you can cry bby <3
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/307…g93eFEvE1ubtkjzo3_250.png) center; background-size: 110%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=rgba(255,255,255, 0.9); border: 1px solid #F2F2F2;font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: black;width: 140px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -2px; font-size: 15px; padding: 5px;][i]I'VE SEEN YOU CRY BUT I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU SHOUT LIKE A HURRICANE[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=rgba(255,255,255, 0.9); border: 1px solid #F2F2F2;font-family: bookman oldstyle;text-align: justify;color: black;width: 240px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 20px; padding: 15px;][i][b]CHRISTOPHER M. BROOKS[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=rgba(255,255,255, 0.9); border: none; width: 270px; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]this was the end, christopher was sure of it. this was the end of his life. he knew it had to be when reid took his belt off, rendering him useless of any sort of defense. he held his breath, bracing himself for any sort of pain that the other would throw at him, but instead of pain he was greeted with a hug. immediately, he melted into tears, a sob leaving his lips as he buried his face into the other man's shirt. he would of never expected that from reid, he never hugged him first. he wouldn't complain though.




    "w-why the fuck are you apologizing?" he murmured into reid's shirt, closing his own eyes. he wasn't sure why reid was apologizing, in fact it confused him. if anyone should be apologizing it should be chris, he was the one who let him get away. he was the one who stopped looking, he was the one who gave up and now reid was the one who was apologizing? it left a bitter taste in reid's mouth but he didn't really say anything about it other than questioning it. he was afraid he might ruin the moment if he spoke too much like he often did, after all his mouth couldn't be kept shut.

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    Scottish • Aggressive • Homosexual • Bipolar[/fancypost]
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    Why was reid apologizing? Good question. He didn't know to be perfectly honest. maybe he was apologizing for not contacting Chris. Maybe he was aplogizing for threatening him. Maybe he was apologizing for existing. maybe every reason he could think of he was apologizing for at the same tome. He wanted to come up with a reason that chris would believe, but every reason involved him degrading himself and chris would refuse to believe any of that shit. Whatever. He didn't need a reason. He was too drunk to find one anyway.




    Reid allowed his eyes to close and he almost fell asleep right then and there, though he somehow managed to stay awake. He was suddenly so tired. So exhausted. Staying quiet for what seemed to be forever, reid just stood there and breathed, his face rested happily in the crook of Christopher's neck. [b]"'m tired..." he answered instead of giving Chris a believable reason as to why he was apologizing. He was apologizing for everything, honestly. For existing and fucking up chris' reputation.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/307…g93eFEvE1ubtkjzo3_250.png) center; background-size: 110%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=rgba(255,255,255, 0.9); border: 1px solid #F2F2F2;font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: black;width: 140px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -2px; font-size: 15px; padding: 5px;][i]IVE SEEN YOU CRY BUT I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU SHOUT LIKE A HURRICANE[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=rgba(255,255,255, 0.9); border: 1px solid #F2F2F2;font-family: bookman oldstyle;text-align: justify;color: black;width: 240px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 20px; padding: 15px;][i][b]CHRISTOPHER M. BROOKS[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=rgba(255,255,255, 0.9); border: none; width: 270px; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]chris hesitated, waiting for that answer but after a while he realized it'd never come. he probably didn't deserve it to come, either. he bit his lip when the other man answered again, sighing slightly at his answer before he unraveled himself from his arms and stepped back, looking down. "do you have a place to stay? if you do, i'll drive you to it and you can go to bed. if not...." he trailed off, unsure of what to do. he wanted to offer his own home but he wasn't sure if he'd even be allowed to go off duty for now to take him to his house. he would try though, reid was worth it. "if you don't have a place to stay, you're staying with me. that's the end of that." he said sharply, looking towards reid with a soft smile before reaching down and picking up all of his belongings before looping them back in his belt.




    he felt an overwhelming sense of joy burst in his chest as he looked back at reid and he had to look away to contain his grinning. his best friend, the one person who he cared about as much as he did, was back and was alive and chris was bursting with joy. he smiled, leaning back against the car before clearing his throat and brushing past the man again, this time to get into his car. "just.. hop in." he nodded, sliding into his chair before closing the door behind him.

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    Scottish • Aggressive • Homosexual • Bipolar[/fancypost]
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    Reid did have his own house, yes, but he'd never be able to actually tell Chris where he lived. Not because it was a secret or anything -- he was just way too fucked up to remember where he lived. Outside of town in a really nice house, actually. It was so nice, in fact, that most people didn't actually believe that he lived there. Well, drug dealing, selling your body, robbing stores and pickpocketing made a good deal of money, to be quite honest. More money than reid actually needed. A lot of it was going towards paying off his court fines, but whatever. He also had a little three legged kitten named bean; whose entire body was smaller than reid's hand.




    Being told to get in the car, reid paused. The front or the back? Uh... reid clumsily opened the back door and slid his body inside, flopping on the back seat on his stomach and pulling the door shut behind him. This wasn't a new sight to Chris; or at least it shouldn't be. Reid had started drinking when he was thirteen and by the time he was fourteen, he was a full blown alcoholic. A shame, really, though reid tried to control his problems around chris. His drinking problems anyway. Stretching out like a cat on the seat, reid growled softly, part of his body falling off the seat and onto the floor. [b]"was that tha telescope in Norwegian?" yep, he was absolutely smashed. Oh well.
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