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Post by liamburrow on Dec 23, 2010 23:03:52 GMT -5
He picked up his laptop and threw it clear across the library, making it break into three large pieces, clattering on the ground. There weren't many people around since it was pretty late but one of the people who had seen the outburst was the head librarian. Liam drpeed his head into his large hands, shaking his head back and forth and an explosion of thoughts ripped through his mind. His shoulders heaved back and forth and he tried to reel himself in, refusing to give into the expression of frustration. "Excuse me, sir?" Liam looked up, brown eyes wide and glaring at the old woman who had come over to check on him. Seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, she straightened her back and put her foot down. "Young man, you cannot throw large items about like this. Please pick up your mess and leave at once!" Liam stared up at her for a long moment before he pushed his chair back and slowly picked up the pieces of the shattered laptop, dropping each piece into the trash. When he returned to the table, he packed his books away (he'd brought all of them) into his pink messenger bag. He pulled the strap over his shoulder and turned to the door, lost in thought. He'd never been kicked out of the library before...He was their best patron! It was almost as if everything that could go wrong was going wrong. He left without checking anything out, which was something that bothered him. He would have to deal with it for the time being, though, and continued out the door.
Jerusalem...He couldn't do it. He couldn't admit it out loud. He couldn't give Liam that one reassurance that he'd been looking for for so long. That one comfortable niche that he could have; the one time that Liam could finally admit it and they could stand together, united against anyone who had a problem with it. But then again, he'd taken part in shooting back at him. So who was more at fault? Himself for prodding Jerusalem? Or the other for not outright admitting it. He loved being around him. Loved having the comfort of someone else to enjoy spending time with. It didn't matter if it was a male. It just so happened that it was that way. It also so happened that he liked the physical aspects of being with Jerusalem. Something about knowing the intimacies of each other's bodies made things so much easier to comprehend and leave no room for speculation. Jerusalem's personality made things a challenge but Liam didn't want to be without the constant challenge. He didn't like being alone. He didn't like being unwanted. He had all of those desires quenched when he was with Jerusalem. Liam didn't think of himself as a complicated person. He had wants, he had needs, he had goals, and he had plans, just like everyone else. His just seemed to be more derivating from that of other people. He wasn't 'normal'. At least, that was what his mother had instilled in him since birth. She'd always told him that he was the weird one, the outcast, the one who didn't fit in. And yet he perservered. He continued on, without the help of his mother, being a confident, intelligent, and ridiculously loyal human being. He didn't stand for people being mistreated and he didn't like it when people were shunned without good reason. Loyal to the grave.
Liam looked up at the dorms, letting a long sigh leave his mouth. He'd been so lost in thought that he'd forgotten about the whole 'walking over to see Jerusalem' thing. He used his card to enter the building and then started to climb up the steps, each step feeling heavier and heavier. What kind of life was this to be living? Since when did he fear going back to his own room? Since when was he afraid of seeing Jerusalem? Since when was he not confident about what he would do when he saw the other boy? His bag seemed to weigh harder on his back as he pushed the door open, dropping onto to the floor on his knees. Emotional exhaustion swept over him and he didn't even bother looking aroudn for Jerusalem. His eyes tightened and he pounded his fist on the floor multiple times, as wet, salty exhaustion swept down his face and onto the carpet. Everything. Nothing. It was too much.
 OH HELLO THERE, JERUSALEM! SO I WROTE YOU THIS POST, AND IT HAS EXACTLY 746 WORDS. COOL, EH? ANYWAYS, MY DARLING IS WEARING CLOTHES. SNAZZY, EH? OH, I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW NOTES. KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0 MADE THIS TEMPLATE, BTW.
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