home sweet home {fletcher}

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

He smiled back weakly at the other boy's attempt at a smile. He knew Devon, and his Devon didn't smile like that. His Devon gave full-blown, sparkling, dazzling grins. He let it go for now, but watched wearily as the boy walked away. This was so completely unlike the other boy that he was considering this to be an illusion. Kaden was good at those, right?--and they hadn't been on the greatest terms since the whole Parker-catfight. To him, it was entirely possible that the boy was just messing with him again. Kaden had done that before, right? He'd trapped him in a forest once or twice, until he'd cried and begged to be let out of wherever he was. Then again, he'd gotten the boy back and then some. It was a wonder that Kaden had ever made it out of the burning fireplace alive. He supposed that someone had let him out. Kaden's screaming was fairly annoying, after all (that was mainly why he'd left).

But, no. He'd touched Devon, he'd smelled him, and seen him--plus, if Kaden had managed to make such a successful illusion, why would he have Devon be nice to him about all of this? It made no sense. This had to be the real Devon--just, slightly changed. Whoever the vampire was in front of him, it wasn't the same person that he had been about a month ago. His old best friend was shy and cute, not as...scary...as this guy. A frown crossed his face as the other boy moved to the bed, and a look of determination came over him. Whatever Ezra had done to Devon, he was going to undo--that, and get Ezra back for whatever had happened. It killed him to see his best friend upset.

Quietly, the blonde followed the other boy back to the bed and sat down next to him. He bit at his lip gently as he listened to the other boy speak, inching a bit closer as he nodded. I want the old you back, too, but I guess that things have changed now. It hurt. He felt a bit like crying, but more like throwing himself on the floor and begging for his old friend back. He wasn't sure what to say to this point; he had no advice to give, because he himself needed one. This wasn't one of his puzzles, or a rubik's cube; there was no automatic solution for what their lives had turned into. He felt more like he was back to the thousand-piece puzzle sets. There was a solution, you knew it, and you could see bits and pieces of it forming--but never exactly how to get there. You just had to start at a corner and work with it, up until you got a tenth of a picture done, then a fourth, and then half. A few pieces might've gone missing over the years, but they were laying around somewhere, and he'd be damned if he didn't finish the puzzle with the boy.

When did we grow up? he thought numbly. Things didn't used to be this hard. It was just ice cream, and pastel PJs, and cookies and romance movies. There were no love affairs, or pregnancies, or life-threatening decisions. Murder was a thing in the movies. Love was what they read about in romance novels--they could not touch it, or feel it, or recognize its power.

Andrew was hot. Devon was adorable. Vincent was...alive.

Everything had changed.

Fletcher was quiet for a few moments. The most he did was lift a hand to brush some blonde strands out of his face, and then blink a few times. Finally, he sighed lightly and grasped the boy's shoulders, gently pulling himself into the other boy's lap. He paused to adjust his position so that he straddled the boy, and then wrapped his arms around Devon's neck. "There was no old you, Dev," he mumbled, kissing the boy's forehead. Please, calm down? "There was just...you before this mess, and you after." The boy paused for a moment. "No, I take that back. There was just...Ezra." It hurt to say--probably Devon much more than Fletcher--but it needed to be said. I think he just opened you up a bit more.

He knew it was going to hurt, but they needed to start working out of this. "You need to move on, Dev," he continued. "I don't care if you cry for a few days, or have sex with hundreds of people before hand, but being so...hung up...like this is only making it worse." What was he supposed to say? Dump Ezra, who wasn't actually dating him, on his sorry ass? "And don't say you can't find anyone to love, because I know there are hundreds of people at this school who would love for you to look at them like you look at Ezra." He watched the boy carefully, blue eyes moving back and forth between Devon's own, and bit back a sigh. This was going to take a while.

And the popcorn was getting cold.

[DEVON HAWTHORNE]

devon was at the end of his tether. not knowing where to go from where he was. devon didn't believe for a moment that things couldn't get worse, of course they could. but he hoped with everything within him that things got better not worse. devon knew he would fall apart if things got even worse. hell, he could barely cope now. and the worst part? devon knew this was killing fletcher. killing the werewolf to see devon like this. they both knew that this wasn't himself, not really. devon was hardly ever in a bad mood. he was always smiling and joking and being childlike. his childishness seemed to have withered away, leaving a young vampire a shell of his former happy self. all because of one little word.

love

it made devon really question why people celebrated the damn thing! love wasn't like they portrayed it in films and in books. it fucking hurt. like a stabbing ache within his chest where his heart should beat. and that wasn't the worst part. the worst part was that ezra would never feel the same because the demon was a heartless bastard who cared about no one but himself. someone who loved not him, but to torment him and make him feel uncomfortable.

the silence was horrible. all devon could think about was ezra, and how fletcher must hate him for turning into this, whatever this was. and ezra. he was so lost in his small little world, he jumped slightly as he felt fletcher grasp his shoulders. looking to his best friend, he helped him without another sound onto his lap. fletcher and him were always close like this, and bothered neither of them. they were best friends, though sometimes people asked whether they were dating. people just didn't understand him and fletcher. hell, devon himself didn't understand them sometimes. fletcher was amazing, and devon would be lying if he said he didn't find fletcher god damn sexy, because his best friend was just... hot. though devon would never overstep the boundry. they'd almost done that before, when devon had kissed him, and that had just turned awkward.

devon wrapped his arms around fletcher's waist, whilst fletcher wrapped his own arms around devons neck, to keep the werewolf on his lap steady. he didn't want fletcher to fall off his lap after all. devon sighed as fletcher spoke, smiling a little as fletch kissed his forehead. he loved those little things that fletcher did. they always seemed to calm and relax him, and they had that every effect this time too. though, as that fateful name was mentioned, devon tensed up, looking down to his and fletcher's lap. ezra. damn stupid fucking ezra. why couldn't the guy go jump off a cliff and do everyone a favor? though, devon knew he wouldn't actually want that to happen really. what he wanted, really, was for ezra to love him back.

"you need to move on, dev."

well that was obvious, but devon knew it helped for someone to say it to him. ezra would never want to be with him, and that was something he needed to get over and forget for real. devon looked up into fletchers eyes, nodding and knowing that fletcher was being truthful. "i d-don't k-know if i w-want anyone e-else..." devon mumbled softly. if it hurt this bad with ezra, he wasn't sure he wanted to find someone to love. devon didn't like love right now. devon sighed and shrugged. "maybe i j-just n-need... s-s-sex. m-maybe that's why i-i'm so h-hung u-up still?" devon said, letting his head fall upon fletchers shoulder, his face nuzzling his best friends neck. devon quickly rethought that though, pulling away and biting his lip. "sorry... shouldn't nuzzle you're neck. i'm a little hungry." devon giggled, smiling and sighing.

he had a feeling... everything was going to be alright. as long as he had fletcher.

[FLETCHER CROSS]

O U T F I T.

Fletcher bit his lip. Devon didn't want anyone else? Yeah. He could understand that. There were tons of people who were practically throwing themselves at Devon's feet, and he didn't want any of them. This was bad. That type of thing happened when you were in love--of course, Fletcher severely hoped that his best friend wasn't in love with Ezra. The boy was evil in every sense of the word. First of all, he was a murderer and a rapist. He was also pretty sure that he could be counted as a pedophile if he liked Sammii, who was basically five. Second, he didn't care about anyone except for himself (and Sammii, he supposed). There were countless people that he screwed over just to get some fun out of it--including his best friend, Jackson. What kind of person was that? A soulless one. A demon. They were born that way, he guessed, but that was no excuse to keep on acting like a douche. Jackson was a demon, right? He'd been nice to him. And Daileh, too. She was incredibly cute and adorable; they'd learned to fit into the human race, so why couldn't he? Oh, that's right. Because he was a douche.

Maybe I j-just n-need... s-s-sex. M-maybe that's why I-I'm so h-hung u-up still?

He could feel his cheeks reddening already. That was one of the few things that he and Devon just didn't talk about: sex. When Fletcher stayed over in Andrew's dorm for the night, they didn't talk about it in the morning. When Devon went through one of his crazy "sex week"s, they didn't talk about it. When Devon took Fletcher's blood and drove him insane, they didn't talk about it (granted, Fletcher hadn't told him it felt like sex yet, but that was beyond the point). Among other thing that they didn't talk about were: sweater-vests, parents, how how some guys were, and Russians. Thankfully, Devon's face was buried in his neck, and he couldn't see the light pink that had spread over the boy's cheeks. Unfortunately, his skin also had the tendancy to heat up when he was embarrassed, and the other boy probably felt that. Damn his super-sensitive...everything. "U-uh...okay..." He wasn't quite sure what to say to that. Like he'd explained earlier, they just didn't talk about sex. It was awkward as hell.

He smiled awkwardly back, looking downward and attempting to clear the blush off his face. Maybe talking would distract him? "Uh, when was the last time you...ate?" How many years had they been friends?--and he still didn't know how to say that. When was the last time you got fast-food? When was the last time you helped someone donate blood? When was the last time you ripped someone's throat open, huh? Incredibly rude. He couldn't help it; he was a werewolf, and he had those type of thoughts. Thankfully, they had gone down in number around Devon. "I mean. Are you really hungry, or can you hold it in?" He bit his lip a little harder and looked back up, confident that the pink was missing from his cheeks.

"That came out wrong. Again." Fletcher sighed, running a few fingers through his blonde hair before looking back up at Devon. "I meant to ask if you needed me. For...that...stuff."


[ ooc; short D: sorry! ♥ ]