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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 0:36:31 GMT
It was a very sluggish process, the way in which Arlo woke himself from sleep. He didn't remember his room being this white, or smelling this much like the taste of cough syrup. He tried to roll over but something tugged at his arm, and his vision cleared and he very suddenly realized that he was not in his room.
His brain found his mouth and he spoke to the only other person in the room, though he wasn't quite sure why Orion was here. His brain was still a little slow. "The fuck is on my arm?" His throat felt raw, like maybe someone had put a hot rod down it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 6:41:17 GMT
It had been a whirlwind of a night, that was for sure. Orion and Arlo had been awkward ever since that night when Orion kissed him at the party, and hadn't really talked since then. It was lonely, not being able to talk to your best friend because you fucked something up.
But that didn't matter to the platinum-haired boy when he heard that Arlo had drank too much at a party and was sick, that he was being rushed to the hospital. Awkward moment or not, Arlo was still his best friend and he needed to go make sure he was okay, because Orion didn't know what he'd do if Arlo didn't make it.
So there he sat for hours, waiting as he watched his best friend hooked up to various machines. It wasn't pretty. An unsettling lump sat in his stomach like a ball of lead weighing him down. It started to disintegrate, just a little bit, when Arlo's eyes finally opened.
"Arlo," he said quietly, wondering if the other had seen him. "You're in the hospital...and you've got IVs in your arm keeping you alive."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 1:46:42 GMT
Arlo grimaced. Despite having been in bed for what had obviously been a long time, he felt too fatigued to get up and rip off the various machines that he was hooked up to. He didn't even feel hungry - he just wanted to get up and away from this godawful place. Orion's expression didn't help.
"Well I'm not dying right now, am I?" It sounded less and less like a statement as he recalled bits and pieces of his journey here. It gave him too much of a headache to remember and put it all in a rational order. "I want to go home. I hate hospitals."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 0:41:09 GMT
Orion shrunk back a bit, not sure what to say. Arlo obviously wasn't in the most chipper of moods (as if he was ever) and Orion obviously didn't blame him. He had been pretty sick the night before and now he was in the hospital with probably little to no recollection of what had happened.
Maybe he shouldn't have come. Arlo probably wanted nothing to do with him now after the stupid thing he did a few weeks ago. Still, even though they were across a hospital room from one another with the atmosphere of the room heavy and filling his lungs, it was nice to see his best friend again. It was nice to see his best friend alive.
"You'll get to go home soon," Orion said quietly. "In fact, you'll probably get to go home today since you're awake and you aren't like, on the verge of dying..." Or at least from what he could tell. Arlo's color was coming back and he didn't look like a ghost anymore. He didn't know what else to say, really.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 0:01:38 GMT
"You..." Arlo paused. Right then his memory was hazy at best, made all the worse by his groggy attitude. There might as well have been a storm cloud over his head. He didn't feel like talking but the memory that came to mind possessed him to speak.
He glanced away, suddenly shy, instead squinted at the curtains like a hard puzzle. "You kissed me." He actually wasn't sure who initiated it, despite it probably being the most important fact next to the one that they'd kissed. It shouldn't have seemed all that alien to him, but it did, and Arlo wasn't quite sure what to make of that.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 22:32:15 GMT
Orion looked down at him wordlessly for a few moments. He'd really hoped that Arlo wouldn't bring that up, but he did. A strange, tangible silence fell between them and the air was thick with questions neither of them could never ask and answers that neither of them would ever want to say.
"Um, yeah," he finally said, letting his words fall to the floor under the density of the air. "I did. I guess. Can we not talk about that right now?"
It had been a mistake. Orion didn't want to talk about it. All he wanted was for him and Arlo to go back to being friends like they had been just a few weeks ago, complaining about school and hanging out together, grins on their faces and not a care in their minds. Now Orion's head was heavy.
"I just don't wanna...I want both of us to forget about that, okay?" he said again, leaving a pause between his words, even though these seemed to spill out of him without his consent, and his apologetic eyes tried to make up for it.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 0:23:35 GMT
Under different circumstances, Arlo might have just let the subject drop. Even now, simple replies - excuses, rather - ran through his head. His friendship with Orion felt too fragile, like it might shatter and break and never be the same again. He looked at Orion's sad grey eyes, and there was a knot in his stomach that urged him to forget.
He reached out, took Orion's wrist in his hand and looked at his best friend evenly. He wasn't used to facing his emotions or directly like this, and it showed in the slight tremors that went through his hand. "No. I don't want to forget it." The surety of his words surprised even him, though it wasn't enough to keep him talking. It was as if saying it had made him exhausted; he dropped his hand and slouched back to the hospital bed. He thought it ironic, that the one time he'd rather face his feelings, Orion wanted the exact opposite.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 16:28:13 GMT
He couldn't look at Arlo. Staring at his hands in his lap, he wished he could dissipate out of the room, fall through the floor or turn into a breeze that could be whisked out the window without a second thought.
He didn't expect Arlo to say anything. He didn't expect to see Arlo's hand reach out and grab his wrist. He didn't expect to feel Arlo's skin quivering against his own. In a moment of shock he looked up and saw his friend's eyes looking directly at him, his gaze even and sure. When he said he didn't want to forget, Orion was confused all over again.
Arlo sat back, dropping his wrist and laying on the bed. Orion stared at the wall, unsure of what to say. His mind was working in overdrive; did Arlo want the kiss to turn their relationship into something more or did he want to recognize what happen and move past it? Did he even still want to be friends?
Questions that Orion couldn't utter were swallowed like a lump in his throat. "Okay. Then we won't forget about it, I guess," he said, his voice strained. Hesitating a moment, he continued. "But why not?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 3:20:55 GMT
Arlo had an overwhelming urge to shrug and let it go. Leave Orion without an answer an force everything back into the same pattern that it had been, but he realized that that was just habit.
"Because I don't want you to stop talking to me." It was the next best thing, because Orion had kissed him and saying best friend didn't feel quite right anymore. Arlo realized just how childish it sounded in the air and couldn't help but turn a shade of red. "Whatever happened - I don't know, we'll figure it out. Just don't ignore me, okay?"
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