home sweet home {fletcher}

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

devon was tired from his journey to winterthorne, but that didn't mean that he was going to sleep first, oh hell no. he had to go see fletcher first, of course. how could he not go see his best friend first? seeing fletcher was way more important than sleep. fletcher was like devon's oxygen source, devon couldn't breath without a daily dose of fletcher. but he had been away. for reasons he didn't want to think about anymore. it was the past, the damn stupid motherfucking past. devon refused to think about it, and if anyone asked, he'd been on vacation. though he told fletcher everything, he doubted he would even tell him why he had REALLY left. but again, not thinking about it, at all, nope.

devon chucked his bag in the reception, well, more placed gently on the seat, before asking where one fletcher cross's dorm was. and telling them to please take his bags to his room. not that it was a problem for him to carry them, since they were like feathers. the dorm was given after some arguments with the stupid receptionist, devon staying polite and stuttery as ever though he wished to throw her around the room. so unhelpful. finally when the room number was given, devon thanked her, and made his way towards what he believed to fletchers dorm. he was pretty sure he could remember the way.

he found dorm one and smiled to himself. he was finally going to see fletcher again. though he wasn't sure what fletchers responce would be. he'd been away for a long time. would fletcher be angry with him? upset? happy to see him again? excited he was back? devon wasn't sure, but there was only one way to find out. knocking on the door, devon shuffled from foot to foot, gnawing on his lip.

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

He was in a bad mood.

In fact, he was in such a bad mood that he'd tried to kill himself this morning. But, as usual, he was too pathetic to do anything about it. He'd stood at the edge of the bridge and looked down the water, forcing himself to lean forward. He'd made progress, though; today he'd actually fallen from the bridge. The only problem was that, at the last moment, he'd used his powers to create a wind that blew him out of the way and onto nearby ground. The only thing worse than the severe humiliation that struck him afterwards and the fact that he was awfully pathetic was that he discovered even more bruises along his arms and legs. As if it wasn't enough that he basically got a daily beating from the freshmen (now that Devon and Andrew weren't around to help him out), he'd successfully kicked his own ass.

He'd gone back to the dorm to relieve some stress, maybe watch some movies. On his way he stopped at the store and grabbed the first two movies he saw, followed by a gigantic bucket of popcorn. Then, upon returning to his dorm, he threw the movies on the small table the TV rested on and set the popcorn near them. Fifteen minutes after sulking on his bed, he'd gotten up and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Those were always relaxing, right? Besides, he probably smelled a lot like river now, and he was covered in dirt, which was disgusting. Hah. Dirt. Devon had always used to tease him about how he was like a dog in the mud; he always came home messy--which was true, he had to admit.

Just as he was getting out of the shower, he heard a knock on the door. Quietly, his light eyes snapped up and he froze in his spot. Who's that? Andrew? No, he hadn't seen Andrew in weeks, now. Par--hah. No. Parker wouldn't look at him if he was bleeding on the floor of the cafeteria. Jay, maybe. Would she mind if he was half-naked? Probably not. Quickly, he pulled his boxers on and grabbed a spare tank-top from the dresser. For a moment, he was stuck in it, but he successfully pulled it over his head and ambled over to the door in record time. He bit his lip a little, slightly worried. It could've also been one of the new roommates. Maybe he should've put clothes on. Or, at least, socks.

Fletcher opened the door, stepping back a little to pull it open all the way. "Hi--" He broke off, at a loss for words. Devon? Mouth still open a little, he swallowed and looked down at the floor. If this was just another illusion by Kaden, he was going to shoot himself--very seriously, this time. "Dev?" He looked up again, and reached out his fingers, afraid of the outcome. However, when they came in contact with the pale boy's skin, he ripped his hand away in shock. It's...the real thing. Without thinking, he threw his arms around the boy's neck and pretty much jumped into his arms. "Y-you're back!"

Hah. It wasn't exactly his thing to stutter, but Devon seemed to do that to him.

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

devon awaited the door opening patiently, gnawing at his lip and making it hurt. his hands fiddled, and the couple of moments it was for fletcher to open the door seemed like hours. devon, in all seriousness, was petried that fletcher would hate him for leaving, though he doubted fletcher would or could ever hate him. fletcher just... he loved the werewolf so much, and he couldn't bear for fletcher to be angry or upset with him. he just couldn't bear it. he already felt bad enough about leaving, but to have fletcher hate him for it. he'd have to leave winterthorne for good. he was no one without his fletchy.

devon beamed, all tooth, as fletcher opened the door, but the smile dropped quickly when he saw the look on fletchers face. frowning a little, devon nodded, not sure exactly what was going on. actually... fletcher didn't seem too good. oh no. it was all his fault. as fletcher touched him, he shivered slightly, not used to the softness of fletchers touch anymore, nor the... wet dog smell. well, that part he hadn't missed so much about him. but everything else. "f-f-fletcher? y-yo -" devon was cut off by fletcher jumping on him practically. devon wrapped his arms tight around fletcher, making sure to make the grip not too tight as to hurt the other boy.

devon buried his head in fletcher's shoulder, holding the boy who was light as a feather to him close. he'd missed him so much. and it was at that point, tears filled devon's eyes. not out of sadness, but out of pure happiness to be back, to see and hug fletcher again. using one hand to wipe his eyes, he chuckled lightly as fletcher stuttered. "hey! t-thats my thing!" devon joked quietly, holding fletcher tightly still. he didn't want to let go. he wanted to just have fletcher in his arms for the rest of eternity. minus the dog smell. "i missed y-you and y-your wet d-dog smell. i love you fletcher!" devon spoke quietly. tears refilling his eyes, and this time overspilling. how embarassing. but he knew fletcher wouldn't make fun of him. not hurtfully anyway.

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

Hey! T-that's my thing!

Oh, god, he missed that stutter so much. That was, other than the giggle, probably the cutest thing about Devon. In the beginning of their friendship, every other word or so would have the added stutter; however, over the years, it began to stop--at least, when Fletcher was around. Maybe it was because they were comfortable enough with each other that Devon could say whatever he wanted, or maybe Devon was just in too much of a hurry to say things to Fletcher, or maybe it was because Fletcher had some mystical power from the gods that enabled him to lessen Devon's stuttering. He doubted it but, then again, before he was fourteen he'd never thought he would turn into a giant, marshmallow-colored wolf.

Being squeezed in Devon's arms was like having his insides crushed, but it was kind of nice; he felt protected, or whatever--and Dev was always warm and cuddly and sweet. The only real problem was that he smelled kind of like a rotting corpse (not that he knew that smell firsthand). Though, he supposed, it was only a werewolf thing; everyone else thought Devon smelled like cookies, or whatever. However, everyone thought that he smelled like a dog (and, obviously, wet dog after he showered). No matter what he tried to do--deodorant, perfume, spray--nothing quite worked. It all wore off in a couple of hours. And, of course, Devon mentioned it. Fletcher laughed shakily and nodded, still clutching the other boy as if his life depended on it. "I missed your...dead smell," he replied, grinning into the boy's neck.

He bit his lip a little. I missed this. Nuzzling his neck, he nodded. "I love you too," he mumbled back, lifting his head up to see the other boy. His eyes flew open for a moment at the sight of the tears, but then drooped again as he calmed down. You're so cute, y'know that? Laughing a little, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of the other boy's eyes--the source of the tears. For a moment, he pulled back and smiled at the other, taking in all of the features that he'd missed, and then lowered his gaze a little. "Ah...you missed a lot," he mumbled, unsure of where to start. "I mean--yeah. A lot." The werewolf looked up again, flashing his "I'm a cute puppy, love me" face for a few seconds. "Wanna come inside?" He blushed a little and nodded backwards at his room.

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

devon couldn't really explain in words just how happy he was to see fletcher, it wasn't possible. devon was generally a happy person anyway, but being around fletcher usually made him fucking glow with happiness. it probably wasn't normal for a guy to be as happy as devon was when he was around fletcher, but the vampire didn't care. he supposed it wasn't normal for a vampire and werewolf to be practically inseperably, like they were, either. but devon had never been one to judge just because of what species the person was. it didn't matter whether fletcher was a werewolf or not, fletcher was fletcher. devon could remember the first time he'd seen fletcher as a wolf, that marshmellow colored coat... and he was pretty large as a wolf.

the events leading to fletcher changing were something devon would rather forget, as it had made things awkward between them for a while, especially when andrew came into the picture. devon didn't have anything against the boy, as such, devon wasn't someone to hold grudges after all, but he wasn't exactly keen on andrew. it had felt like the boy had been stealing his best friend away, and they were meant to hate each other... it had seemed not.

but now everything was fine again, because he was here, and fletcher was here. devon giggled at fletcher and let him go a little, realizing that maybe his grip would be a little too tight after a while. the last thing in the universe he would want to do would be to hurt fletcher. devon could only smile as fletcher said he loved him too, it meant the world to devon to hear those words from his best friend. devon giggled softly as fletcher kissed his tears away. devon let go of fletcher a little more, his smile dropping slightly as fletcher seemed to be... devon wasn't sure. fletcher wasn't his usual self that was for sure.

devon nodded at the invitation, a frown gracing his features as he followed fletcher into the dorm. "fletcher? what's w-wrong? y-y-you're.... not yourself..." devon spoke softly, almost shyly. in honesty, around this place, he wasn't completely sure he WANTED to know what was wrong with fletcher. anything could have happened. but if anyone had hurt his fletcher, there would be hell to pay.

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

As the two of them headed into his room, he plopped down on the bed and sighed, watching the pale blue walls as if they were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. It wasn't until Devon had spoken up, asking him what was wrong, that his head snapped to face the other boy. He watched him, eyes wide, for a couple of moments, and then it sunk in what he was being asked. What happened while I was gone? He'd meant something along the lines of that, right? The blonde shook his head for a moment to clear his thoughts, and then shrugged. "Pretty much everything that could've gone wrong went wrong," he mumbled under his breath, pulling his legs up so that he sat cross-legged on his bed.

All of his emotions were raging, and each threatened to spill out before Devon. The vampire was the only real one who got to sit and listen through all of his problems--which he was sorry for at points, because Devon was a sweetheart and didn't deserve to be bothered with annoying facts of his life--and he hadn't spoken to much anyone else than Andrew and Parker throughout the whole ordeal. So, the natural reaction was for him to start crying, or yelling, or spurting out random bits about what had happened when Devon had left. He figured, though, that that wouldn't get him anywhere, and Devon couldn't help him if he didn't calm down. However, his body was set in his ways, and he lifted a finger to brush invisible tears.

"Okay," he sighed. "Gotta start somewhere."

He paused, then turned to lay on his stomach. Much more comfortable--and this way he couldn't see Devon. "I...ah. I cheated on Andrew." That was the start of it, right? "I mean--I'm...well, no. I guess that kind of does make me a whore. I just..." He broke off and thought. "Andrew wasn't there for a long time--he left, like you--and all I saw was Sammii and Ezra--" He stopped again, aware of the reason that Devon had left. "--couples, and all I could think about was love and stuff." Which sounded kind of lame and pitiful, but it was true. He closed his eyes and laid his head gently against the blanket. "And Parker was so nice, and he really liked me..." He sounded more and more like a slut each minute.

He grunted in aggravation into the pillow.



[ ooc; i'm soooooooooo sorry D: please don't hate me. <33 i had finals, then germany, and then waasjdfk; family stuff. ILY. ]

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

devon looked around as he entered the dorm, and then fletcher's room. the room brought back so many memories, like walking in at stupid times in the morning just to cuddle, or curling up together just to cuddle and talk. they were the times that devon loved remembering the most. he didn't even have his care bear pjs anymore as a reminder. just the memory of this room. devon watched fletcher intently, just as normal. devon could often be found just staring at his best friend for no reason, but this time there was a purpose. he just hoped he wouldn't need one of his looks to get it out of him.

had devon been your average mortal, he most probably wouldn't have heard the murmur that came from fletcher. however, since he had enchanced senses, sometimes too enchanced, he heard every single sylable like it had been said normally. devon could only frown at the words, and make it more obvious to him that something bad had happened since he had left.

guilt wracked through the vampire, knowing that fletcher had obviously gone through something and he hadn't been there for him! he had just left fletcher here. even after everything that had happened. he was selfish and a fool and a coward, and at that moment devon hated himself for leaving. hate like a knife straight through his heart, knowing that fletcher hadn't had him to lean on. devon knew too well that in most cases he was the only one that fletcher would talk about problems too. maybe it was devon's caring nature, or general ability to just listen without judging that made him the one fletcher always turned to for support and guidance. devon didn't know, and he was sure he never would. and it only added to the guilt piercing through him.

devon looked back up, his eyes having fallen in his moment of self hatred, watching fletcher turn away onto his front. devon didn't make to move closer, knowing now was not the right time to comfort. devon knew that fletcher needed to get all this off his chest first. and the only emotion devon could describe was shock as he was told fletcher had cheated on andrew. fletcher had never been the type of person to even think about doing that, but devon did not judge as ever, just waited for some sort of reasoning or explanation.

devon winced involuntarily at ezra's name, that being partly the reason he had left winterthorne. devon was sure fletcher knew, and that was why he stopped, but he wasn't sure how fletcher had figured it out. devon had very much kept everything to himself in the weeks running up to his departure, not being able to stand being around anyone for fear of ezra being there. devon sighed softly as fletcher grunted into the pillow, devon knowing this was the cue. devon wriggled next to fletcher and wrapped his arms around his best friend. "i know w-what your thinking, and y-you n-need to stop right n-now, ok? you made a m-mistake, yes, but e-everyone makes mistakes." devon spoke softly, holding fletcher close.

[ooc ; its quite alright dear. i forgives you! ILY TOO!!!]

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

For a while, as Devon listened quietly, he thought about what he had done, and why he was on the verge of crying. He'd hurt so many other people more than they'd hurt him--in fact, all Parker and Andrew had ever done was care for him. They were the only ones who sat faithfully by him as he tried to make his decision. He thought about how happy he'd been that Andrew had stopped being a whore--at least, for a couple months (and, at least, Andrew's whoring was directed at him)--and how much he'd hurt the other when he'd turned around and done the exact opposite back. Andrew'd bought him a bird, even though he wasn't too fond of it, because he'd liked them. He'd stopped smoking and drinking as much, and he'd held Fletcher when he was reading. And Parker...Parker had done everything to make him happy, too. He'd cooked delicious (and expensive looking) meals for him, and lit candles, and had carried him places. And he'd...well, he'd cheated on them.

He was beginning to think of himself as an even bigger bitch than before.

As Devon wrapped his arms around him, he sighed and turned his head so that his cheek smushed against the blanket and his bright blue eyes, heavily-lidded with sadness, watched the other. "Well--yeah, Dev, but I made a ton of mistakes," he mumbled into his arm, afraid to look at the other. He didn't want to see the look on the boy's face when he told him the next part; it would've probably killed Fletcher to watch his friend's faith in him collapse. "I got him pregnant--Parker," he breathed, staring straight ahead at Devon's chest. "God knows how, but he was. And he told me that I had to choose between them and Andrew." Oh, god. He felt the tears coming on again.

He took a moment to collect himself, so he wouldn't seem as entirely pathetic as he was feeling, and sighed raggedly. "And--I didn't want to choose Parker, because I wasn't in love with him--you understand that, right? I'd be depressed and fighting with Parker all the time. I didn't think that was the best way for her," he defended himself quietly. "But...I mean, I didn't want to leave her." He thought for a minute. "Am I stupid for doing that?" The blonde frowned. Probably, he thought to himself. You were stupid for doing most everything you did in the past couple of months.

"--not that she was a mistake," he interrupted quickly.


[ ooc; :]]] <33 ilytoo! ]

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

devon had never prepared himself for what he was about to hear, never in his imagination had he thought that things could have gone so wrong in such a short time of him being gone. but alas, it seemed that disaster had struck in every way possible, and it only made devon feel even more guilty about leaving fletcher alone without someone to confide in and look to for support. and as the words left fletchers mouth "i got him pregnant--parker" devon's mouth dropped open in horror at the mess that fletcher had got himself in.

devon, after a moment, managed to replace his eyeballs and jaw in their sockets, to get back to being the devon everyone knew and loved... apart from ezra. but devon didn't need or want to think about HIM right now. right now, fletcher was devon's priotity. god knows he had been selfish enough already without drifting off into thoughts about the demon while fletcher needed his support. "oh, fletchy!" devon sighed, snuggling the werewolf in his strong arms.

devon listened and nodded, understanding why fletcher had chosen to do what he did. devon knew that fletcher loved andrew, no matter what he had done to... well, sabotage the relationship. not that fletcher had done that on purpose. moving some of the hair from fletcher's face, devon shook his head in answer to his best friends question. "of c-course you're not stupid. n-no one can e-expect you to stay with s-someone you don't l-love, child or not. and p-parker was wrong for just d-dropping a choice on you." devon spoke softly and sighed again. "parker seems l-like an a-ass, and my guess is th-that you made the r-right choice. parker just needs to d-deal with that fact, and you need to c-come to some sort of a-arrangement for the kid" devon continued. he was trying to help, though he wasn't so sure that his advice was helping.

it was the thought that counted, right?

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

Well, at least Devon sided with him on this one; at this point, it seemed like everyone else was against him. Andrew wasn't too happy at this point, Jay and Xio had stopped talking to him, and Parker seemed to be bent on making his life hell (which he was pretty sure of, as he'd actually said that to him). But, then again, he wasn't so surprised. Devon was his best friend--more like a brother at sometimes--and he never let him down. He had hoped that he would've been around for the few months of utter hell he'd been through, but he couldn't be completely selfish; Devon had his problems with Ezra, and he needed to let the vampire settle. Part of him had wanted to leave to find him, but if Devon hadn't told him about it in the first place, he doubted the boy wanted company.

The blonde felt the other boy's arms wrap around him, and he shifted his position a little so that he was still laying with his stomach pressed to the bed, but a bit closer to Devon. Numbly, he felt the hair being moved from his face, and moved his gaze to the space on the bed in front of the vampire; he wasn't quite ready to look at him yet. "Parker's not an ass," Fletcher mumbled weakly as the other boy finished. "He's just..." he trailed off, trying to find a way to explain the very complicated father of his child. "...sad." There wasn't much other way to put it. He'd broken the angel's heart, hadn't he?

"And we--well, he--already came up with an 'arrangement'," he mumbled, pressing his cheek to the sheets again as he stared at the pale blue wall. "He took her away. She's in Italy--I think with his family." That was probably the part that hurt the most. Parker hadn't told him where she'd been for a few weeks, and when he did, it crushed him. He hadn't asked for an opinion, or given him any details--and when he did tell him, he simply said that she was with his family. He hadn't seen his daughter in--what, two months now?--and it was killing him. "Her name's Emma," he added, upon realizing that she'd been referred to as "the kid" up until now.

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

it was hard to understand sometimes just how wrong life could go in such a short space of time. life at winterthorne wasn't a picnic in the park, that was for sure. but devon sometimes wondered whether any of them would get a sodding break from the heart shattering drama that surrounded them. high school was always meant to be tough, devon sometimes believed thats what it was there for. but geez, would they ever get a break. no one could deal with this kind of hurt all the time. which had been why devon had left, not being able to cope. and never had he once thought of what he had been leaving behind. the whole time he was away, sure he had been thinking of fletcher. but he had never imagined the trials his best friend would be facing, and even worse without his best friend. and though every syllable that came from fletcher shocked devon to the core that his best friend could be so... for the lack of a better word, stupid, he knew he would never not take his side.

but the more fletcher told, the angrier devon became. he'd been having problems with his anger lately, which was strange because devon wasn't generally an angry person. but everything uttered made devon want to find the boy and rip him into several thousand pieces. but he guessed that wasn't the best idea for making fletcher feel better. so he'd try and refrain from killing the guy. maybe he'd just beat him a little, to scare him. devon sighed as fletcher tried to explain, which sounded to devon more like making excuses, but he guessed that fletcher did actually care about parker. even if the guy seemed like a complete ass. devon knew he shouldn't judge, especially since he didn't actually know him, so he kept his mouth shut.

that was until he heard the arrangements that parker had set up. devon didn't need to see fletcher to know that his best friend was in agony over not being able to see his child, and that filled devon with a rage that had parker been here, the boy would have been ripped to shreads within seconds. devon looked back to fletcher as he told him the childs name. emma. "how could he do that? take her away from you like that? do you know where she is?" devon asked, shaking his head and getting up off of the bed, beginning to pace the room in hopes he could calm himself down. devon didn't want to do anything rash or something he would regret afterwards. how could parker just send her away? it was horrible!

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

He bit his lip as he watched the other boy pace around his room. As soon as Devon had gotten up, he knew something was drastically wrong; the angered face on the boy only furthered that expontentially. He'd never seen Devon this mad--actually, he'd never seen Devon mad at all. He was always the calm and meek one--he stuttered, for god's sake--the adorable one that you wanted to hug and cuddle and tell "it's alright" to (at least, he did). He was the cute boy that everyone loved. The vampire was just one of those people that was on your "least likely to harm a fly" list. He was honestly the most innocent person he could think of, other than Sammii. He wasn't even one of those "quiet people" that you would expect to snap under the right circumstances. Devon had always been Fletcher's personal ray of sunshine, and even that was being taken away from him.

That had been happening a lot lately. First, Xio had stopped talking to him. He still wasn't sure why--he bet it was because of the way he had treated Parker, and the fact that he'd become such a slut over the past year. Then, Devon had left to deal with his fears and love for Ezra, and Andrew had left for unknown reasons, leaving him without his best friend and boyfriend. Emma had been shipped off to Italy--and, recently, even his pet lovebird Monster wasn't giving him the love and attention he usually was. Maybe it was cause he'd gotten his hopes up too high, or gotten too cocky about life? He'd thought he'd had it all a couple months back. The perfect boyfriend, the perfect best friend, a circle of people he trusted and who loved him as much as he loved them. It hadn't been like that before, though--the pride. He was the nerdy kid before--granted, now he was the nerdy kid, just...the nerdy kid with a kid and double-dating drama.

How could he do that? Take her away from you like that? Do you know where she is?

He nodded meekly, rolling his head from side to side as he lay and watched Devon walk past the bed. "Italy is the best I can do. She's in Italy with Parker's side of the family," he mumbled, refusing to move more than a few centimeters to allow his lips to move freely. He wasn't sure what to do at this point. If you'd never seen someone mad, how were you supposed to know how to stop it? Then again, he'd never seen Andrew sad before, but--wait, no. He hadn't been great at that either. Heaving himself up so that he sat cross-legged on the bed, he watched the other and frowned slightly. "You need to calm down, Dev." The blonde knew that he'd been the one to complain and whine about his problems in the first place, but unnecessary rage wasn't going to help anything.

He waited a few moments, and then sighed, gently pushing himself off from his wrinkled sheets and the bed. "Go to your happy place, or something like that," Fletcher added, heading over to the other boy. As he reached the vampire, he laid his hands on the boy's shoulders and looked pointedly into his eyes. He'd practiced this thousands of times recently; it had to work for Devon. "Think of something that makes you really, really happy, and focus on it, okay?" he instructed, flashing a small smile. Optimism worked wonders. He wished he'd known that earlier.

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

ever since ezra, devon had become a monster. gone were the days of a happy ray of sunshine in the morning and a bundle of care-bear pajamas. gone were the days of him not being able to hurt a fly... he still didn't exactly want to cause harm to anyone, but his anger seemed to just take away his thoughts of how he would never forgive himself if he ever truly hurt someone. hell, he could hardly drink from people and not feel bad, and it was his life source. but now, the slightest little thing seemed to erupt a fire within his veins. he'd tried calming himself down, but it only seemed to make him angrier... and wanting to rip whoever closest to shreds. devon never got mad... until recently. ever since ezra.

he of course blamed that fucking stupid demon for ruining his life, because it was near enough ruined. he hated him, ezra fucking hart. but at the same time, every time the ass was near, devon's stomach fluttered with a thousand butterflies. he hated it. he hated himself.

a growl admitted from devon's lips, his fangs aching, and his fists clenched, still pacing like almost a vampire possessed. italy was too far away for a kid to be away from their father. how could parker be so unthoughtful? how could he take away someone's child? it just was wrong, no matter how fletcher had maybe reacted to the fact he had a child, that was no reason to take her away! the anger was getting worse, and he knew if he didn't calm down things would start flying around the room. while he had been home, when he had first arrived and begun to get teachings on his power, he had completely destroyed his room in a rage. fletcher and he had always joked that there a huge pot of energy waiting to burst out... it was bursting alright.

"you need to calm down, dev." it took all devon's will power not to retort with a sarcastic comment. he didn't want to be like this with fletcher. fletcher was his rock, and devon was his. at least he had been, until he started loosing it. as fletcher came over, devon tried to relax, he really did. it just wasn't working. he tried to think of what made him truly happy. that was easy, fletcher, being around his best friend. devon bit his lip and carefully wrapped his arms around fletcher, being even more careful than usual to not squeeze too hard, snuggling into his best friend and feeling the anger slip away, albeit very slowly. his fists relaxed and he sighed a little. "i'm s-sorry fletch..." devon whispered, resting his head on fletchers chest, listening to his best friends heartbeat.

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

He wanted to stop being so self-centered and ask Devon about why he'd left, but he knew why he'd left. Ezra. He wasn't about to go asking about Ezra, because he knew that, first off, it would only piss Devon off more (which scared him). Secondly, Devon might've started crying, and he didn't want his best friend to cry. That would be horrible--kind of like kicking a puppy, or burning flowers for the hell of it. Besides, he wasn't exactly sure what to say. Hey, I'm sorry that you fell in love with an insane murderer who kind of raped me while I was in a fucking hospital. Oh, did you know that Ezra's done about everyone in the school, including my boyfriend? How about the very classy: Oh, did you not know that your love interest is a disgusting slut? He was pretty sure that anything he had to say about Ezra was not going to help the situation.

But he still didn't want a pissed Devon--especially if the other boy was mad about something like his life. He was regretting telling the other boy about it so soon (mainly because he was shit-scared of angry Devon, but also because it was hurting the other). So, he set his mind on things that would make Devon happy. He knew Devon liked cookies, which was good, because he had some in the fridge. Milk, too, which he also had. What else? Bright colors--well, he really couldn't do much about that--rainbows? Also couldn't do much about that. He knew the vampire liked wolves and puppies, which was definitely something he could do, but he also couldn't do much comforting if he was a dog. Well, talking-wise, at least. The blonde bit his lip. He was probably giving this way more thought than it needed. The main goal was to cheer up Devon before he blew something up.

Quietly, he leaned against the other boy as he was pulled against him. Fletcher blinked, slightly worried that he might be crushed in the other boy's grip, but then brused it aside. Devon would never do anything to hurt him. "--sorry?" he repeated, frowning a little as Devon placed his head on his chest. "You don't need to be sorry," he sighed, "just calm down, okay?" Stretching his neck up, the blonde leaned his chin on the vampire's head and rubbed the boy's back gently. "I like you better when you're smiling, and I know you can do that for me." He smiled wearily and pulled Devon away for a moment to look at him. "Right?"



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[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

the very thought of ever hurting fletcher made devon feel physically sick. the thought that he could turn on his best friend and hurt him. before now, devon had never even thought about the chances. he was gentle anyway, even with his super strength. but now with his random, well, not so much random, rages, devon didn't know whether when trying to calm himself down that he could be completely sure that fletcher would be safe around him. that very thought alone haunted devon. devon could never hurt fletcher. the vampire would never ever forgive himself if he did. fletcher would probably forgive him, but his best friend would probably be petrified of him. that thought also added to the churning in his stomach. he wasn't supposed to be the type of person people were afraid of. he stuttered for god's sake! not exactly fear inducing, was it?

but still, though he didn't make people shiver in their boots with his voice, devon knew for a fact that if he wanted he could cause a lot of damage. he had super strength that he could crush someone with. he had the power to throw people around a room or fling sharp objects at them. he could suck them dry. not that he would ever want to, not really. maybe in a rage he wanted to, at least he thought he wished to. but devon knew that if he ever hurt someone that the guilt would be horrible. especially if it was fletcher or one of his friends. he wouldn't be able to live with himself... because of the guilt.

"you don't need to be sorry."

devon didn't believe that for one second. he knew he had made fletcher scared. or at least worried. devon had never been like that before with fletcher. he would have rather kept it that way. but life had a funny way of making sure you screwed up. devon sighed softly, snuggling into fletcher and feeling the anger disappear completely. he couldn't stay angry with fletcher. his best friend soothed him and calmed him down in ways no one else could. no one else tried so hard. as fletcher pulled away, devon nodded and smiled a little. it wasn't entirely forced, but it wasn't completely natural. how could he be truly happy in a place that he hated? he hated winterthorne. the only reason he had come back was for fletcher. though he didn't want fletcher to know that.

letting the smile drop he sat back down on the bed. holding his head in his hands. "i'm falling apart, fletch... i can't stand it. i want the old me back." devon whispered, his breath hitching slightly as he held back the tears threatening to spill. he didn't want to cry in front of fletcher. the werewolf had enough of his own problems, without devon adding to them. 'he's better off without you'. the thought was running through devons mind... he was starting to believe it was true.