|The Title Of This Story Is On Vacation
Author: Alice Rocker PM
Fourth in the Titleless series, Tori and the gang rent a beach house for month. Little did they know, the beach and its owners might be a little more than they bargained for.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 21 - Words: 89,438 - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-24-12 - Published: 06-30-11 - id: 2928416
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"You shouldn't talk! You don't even understand what I'm going through!"
"Yes, I know. My parents have been dead since I was eight, thanks for the reminder. I'm just trying to help."
"Well you're not helping very much! But it doesn't even matter. I can take care of myself."
"I know you can. I'm just saying taking this all on by yourself doesn't make you a stronger person or whatever. Knowing when to ask for help can be a great quality."
"I don't have to ask because I don't need it! Why does everyone think they know exactly what I'm thinking? Exactly what I want, exactly what I need! I've had it!"
"I never said that! Just calm down."
"You calm down! You're not the one whose idiot father has come out of nowhere and is now trying to order you around like you're still four!"
"We have established that fact, remember? I don't know what you're going through because my parents are dead is that right?"
"No! I mean-yes! I mean-ugh! Stop confusing me!"
"I'm not trying to confuse you! I'm trying to help you figure this out!"
"Well you're only making it worse. I don't need your help, dammit! Just LEAVE ME ALONE."
"No! I won't!"
"Why won't you just listen to me?"
"I am! I'm trying to! Every time I try, you yell at me to stop! What do you want from me?"
"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I don't need you or anyone else to take care of me! I can figure this out by myself!"
"Wow, they're really mad," the girl with yellow eyes next to me whispered.
"Sh," I hushed her. I didn't want to alert them of our position.
"Obviously you can't or you would have done something by now!"
"Like what, Sam?" Terrence demanded, standing chest to chest with the sandy haired boy in an aggressive stance. Their voices broke the silent night like glass getting hit by a baseball bat. "What could I be doing that could possibly help this is situation, if you know so much?"
"I don't know!" Sam threw his hands up and turned away. "Anything! You need to stand up to him! Letting him push you around isn't going to help anything!"
"I'm not letting him push me around," Terrence spat. "He's not in charge of me!"
"Well it sure seems like it," Sam whispered, turning back around to face the shorter boy.
A hush fell over them as they fulminated within their own heads for a few seconds. Above us, the sky was scattered with stars. It was a beautiful night minus the yelling match going on at the moment. We were a little ways down from the beach house hidden behind a larger sand dune. The shadows kept us well hidden, but we were still silent as the grave.
"This is about something more, isn't it?" Terrence finally whispered. "I told you that-"
"I don't know, honestly," Sam huffed. "You tell me. You're the one that started this!"
"I didn't invite my dad here, Sam! I didn't ask for this!" Terrence cried desperately.
They were so evenly measured. Both were standing firm and attempting hold back tears, it seemed. I probably would have been sobbing by then. I could barely remember how the fight had even started, tempers were getting so high now. They were reaching their boiling points.
"You know that's not what I meant."
"I don't know, Sam," Terrence seemed to be reusing a card from his deck again. "Do I? Everyone obviously knows so much more than me! I'm just a stupid little kid! Is that it?"
"No," Sam said through his teeth. "But you're acting like one!"
"And you aren't?"
"At least I'm trying to get through this! To help you through this! But you're not letting me!" Sam pointed out, jabbing a finger at my friend.
It was a miracle Mom, Jim, Virgil, the twins and everyone within a five mile radius couldn't hear them screaming at each other.
"Oh, please!" was Terrence's only reply.
"You know you need to tell him. You know it, but you won't say because you're still afraid of him, aren't you Terry?" Sam challenged him.
David gasped from beside me. I nodded in agreement. I wasn't sure whether that was below the belt or right on target.
Terrence spun to look at him. His eyes were on fire. "You! Take!" He advanced and poked Sam in the chest with each word. "That! Back! I am not afraid!" He crossed his arms across his chest and retreated a little.
"Then why didn't you tell him the second he even mentioned it? Why didn't you scream it at the top of your lungs in his face and tell him what for? That's the you I know! I don't know this person!" Sam gestured at Terrence.
"How well did you know me?" Terrence screamed.
"Better than him!" Sam pointed at the general direction of the beach house. "I know you're stressed! That's why I'm trying to help you deal with this!"
"You're just trying to tell me what to do!" Terrence shouted. "Why does everyone think they can waltz in and order me around like some waitress! I'm so freaking sick of it! And yes Sam, I said waitress! Is that enough for you! God!" His voice broke multiple times that time.
"I'm not telling you what you have to do, I'm telling you what you should do! And no! That's not enough! You're not listening to a word I'm saying to you! You can't see past the fear he causes in you! You won't even admit it. You know it's true. I understand that! It's perfectly normal to be afraid! What's not normal is not emitting even smidge of that emotion to the world!" Sam shot right back. Sam's voice wasn't much sturdier at the moment.
"Wow," I whispered. "I had no idea."
"Sh!" David put a finger to her lips. "I want to hear the end of this!"
"I get it! You're angry, you're scared, but you have to overcome this or it will haunt you for the rest of your life!" The two boys were practically circling each other. The scene was hard to watch.
"What a life," Terrence growled.
"What a life indeed!" Sam said astutely. "Everyone around you is trying to help you in one way or another but they can't because you keep shoving us all away! Me, Tori, Ms. Mehall, everyone! Because that's just what you do isn't it, Terry?" His voice dropped low again. His quiet tone was even scarier than when they were yelling. "Fake it until you fall."
I could see tears dripping down both of their faces. Terrence looked up in shock. "And you fell hard this time, didn't you Bright Eyes?" Sam continued on in a cold voice. One used to tell the truth, no matter how difficult it was to hear.
Terrence didn't say a thing. He was frozen, lips parted in an 'o' shape.
"I know what he did to you was wrong," Sam's hushed tone sent shivers down my spine. "It's normal for you to be like this. I'm not defending him. I know you're afraid and angry. But you're better than him. And you are better than this. You deserve more than what you're giving yourself. But you have to at least try to come to terms with this and fix it. It's not just going to go away."
Terrence had turned his face away. Sam stepped forward, took him by the chin, and turned his face back towards his own. "Listen to me, dammit!" Sam shouted, then paused and closed his eyes.
"Oh my gosh," I couldn't stop the words from slipping out. I was petrified. David seemed to be too. She didn't even respond. My heart was beating in my ears.
Terrence was shaking but didn't resist Sam's hold. "I care about you. But I don't care what you supposedly 'want.' I'm not going to let you do this to yourself. I'm not going to let you fall. I'm going to catch you, whether you like it or not." Sam's voice was absolutely matter-of-fact. It was kind of startling.
"Sam," Terrence gently pulled away and out of Sam's hold. The hurt in his eyes was almost unbearable. "I-"
"Don't speak," Sam didn't break his stare right into Terrence's eyes. Turquoise eyes looking right into red. Lightning and fire. I looked at the two boys. The examples seemed to fit. "We're going to get through this. I will not lose you like this. You're going to tell him," Sam clenched his fists. "Because if you don't," he turned a little, finally breaking his gaze at he looked out at the placid evening waves. His voice was dead serious. "I will."
"You can't," I could barely hear Terrence's voice, it was so soft. His earlier rage was completely gone. "I won't let him hurt you again." His legs barely looked like they could hold him up. His counterpart, however, was standing straight as a ruler
"Then you've got a choice to make, don't you?" Sam murmured, his voice not wavering once. I had to strain my ears to hear a word they were saying. He turned back around and planted a soft kiss on the dark haired boy's forehead. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears still streaming down Terrence's cheeks and took another deep breath. His own tears seemed to have stopped.
"Please," Terry's voice was heartbreaking. "Sam."
"I'll see you in the morning, Bright Eyes."
And with that, he was gone.
Terrence's unsteady breathing could be heard from where we were positioned quite a few yards away. It was barely half a second after Sam disappeared out of sight when he fell to his knees in crippling sobs.
A tear streaked down my own cheek. I didn't understand exactly what was going on. I couldn't stand to see my best friend in that much pain. I went to stand to go over to him but David caught my arm. I looked at her, confused. She just shook her head slowly. I sank back down onto my heels and was forced to watch Terrence fall to pieces with their words still echoing in my mind.
After what seemed like forever, he slowly stood, wiped his face, fixed his hair, softly brushed his forehead and closed his eyes. A few unsteady breaths later, he floated silently off down the beach and out of sight, blending into the dark night sky.
David had been right. I bowed my head. If we had appeared and admitted to spying, it would have made the whole situation worse. I had so many questions to ask. I was mad at myself for being so oblivious and caught up with other things. The first thing on my list the next day was to confront Terrence about all this.
The day after the mermaid incident, his dad had finally showed signs of life, or whatever you wanted to call it to be technical and got his lazy butt off our couch. After taking a shower, he had announced that he needed to speak to Terrence "man to man" to catch up and stuff. Nobody liked that idea but we were forced to go along with it anyway. I had no idea what they could possibly have to talk about but they did. All of us watched for a distance, just in case anything went screwy. Nothing had. His dad had run off somewhere and Terrence had seemed fine afterwards.
But, it seemed like that wasn't the case. Not even Terrence was bulletproof.
And so, the drama rises.
(Ugh, sorry guys! My division isn't working because my doc. Manager isn't either! Sorry! Insert division here please!)
By the time David said the coast was clear to go back in it had already been about 3 in the morning. I didn't see why I was staying out so late lately, but oh well. We had tiptoed back into the beach house only to find Terrence curled up on top of my sleeping bag, not showing any signs of waking up any time soon. I guessed that made sense. I wouldn't want to go into the other room either. Plus, it wasn't like he wasn't used to sleeping with us. So, I just shrugged and curled up next to him.
I could barely sleep all night, however. I tossed and turned. Of course, when I woke up, my hair was a complete mess. Virgil actually took a few steps back when he saw me, though he tried to cover it by saying he tripped. Mom simply told me I looked terrible and threw me a brush. At least she was honest.
I skipped breakfast and went straight outside. I knew it was probably too close and too soon, but I couldn't stand not talking to him a second longer. So, I stomped outside, girding my loins, only to run right into Sam. The tall boy had deep circles under his eyes and said nothing. He looked like lost puppy dog.
I knew why, but I couldn't act like I did. "Hey, Sam!" I said, cheerily. A little too cheerily. I was already laying it on too thick and I hadn't even started. Wonderful. "Um…how are you this morning?"
"Fine," he whispered. "Dandy."
The whole situation was terribly awkward. It was like knowing something terrible was going to happen but being unable to voice it.
The only reason we had gone out there and heard them fight was because David had apparently gotten up for a drink of water same day Terrence's dad had woken up, pulled him aside, ran off, and crashed back on our couch. She went to the kitchen to get to the tap water, only hear some noise from outside. Not sure what it was, she snuck outside to investigate only to find the two boys yelling at each other, much like the second round that I showed you, only with less of a conclusion.
David had reported the incident to me and I had decided that we probably needed to help, so we snuck out, following silently when we heard them slinking out once more into the night and had ended up listening to the whole conversation. I was mostly interested in what the heck Sam was supposedly going to tell Terry's dad, if he didn't make a decision first. I wanted to ask but couldn't, without blowing our cover.
Our plan had been to jump out and surprise them, thinking that it would just be some kind of a trivial argument. David hadn't heard much of the details the other night before she scurried back off to bed, so we were completely unprepared. Obviously we couldn't once we found out the stakes of the situation.
So, I just stood there, kind of awkwardly staring at him as he cast his gaze off into the distance, though I was pretty sure he was looking right through anything in his line of sight. I was hoping he was too out of shape to hear my thoughts, but just in case I decided that I should hurry it along. "Have…you seen Terrence this morning?" I asked, shifting nervously from foot to foot. I couldn't remember how I might have talked to him before.
Sam looked down at his feet. "No," he murmured, barely loud enough for me to hear of the extremely obnoxious cries of the seagulls ahead (I take back what I said about not wanting David to fry them with her Wi-Fi because they were driving me insane).
"Oh," I laughed nervously and began to slide uncomfortably away from him. "Well…then….I guess...I'll…go…look, so…bye!" And with that, I left him standing there, still as a statue.
I took off down the beach for no apparent reason other than to get away. I didn't know where to start looking for Terrence. It occurred to me in hindsight that I should have checked the roof but didn't really want to go back to make sure. So, I just walked down to the point where water met sand and shuffled slowly along, unsure of what to do. It was just dumb luck that I spotted a certain pair of red eyes hidden out among the miniature waves.
I sighed in relief. That made my job a lot easier. For once in my life, I was grateful for my ability to randomly stumble upon things. I headed over towards him, though he didn't make any movement to show that he noticed me.
He was up to his nose in water, staring blankly at nothing. His entire expression was basically the definition of bitter. I stopped when I was directly across from him. Tiny waves lapped up around my ankles.
"Terrence!" I waved. He didn't respond at all. "Terrence?"
He still didn't move. I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't exactly walk, fully-clothed, out into the ocean, now could I? Well, I could, but it wouldn't be a very smart idea.
Of all the days to ditch my bathing suit for a more practical tank-shorts ensemble. I looked up at the sky which helped nothing and then back to Terrence. He didn't look like he was moving anytime soon so I took off running back down the beach towards the beach house.
As I was wondering why I was always running everywhere, I almost went toppling into Jim. Luckily, he dodged just in time and attempted to ask something that sounded like, "Hey, Tori. Are you okay?" as I flew by him and into the girls' bedroom. Sorry, Jim. No time for idle conversation! Time waits for no man!
And, apparently, no woman either. Trust me. I've tried (stupid sexist phrase).
After changing at light speed into my bathing suit, I went jogging back out of the bedroom, down the hall, through the kitchen, out the door, dodging Mom this time, and off down the beach. I arrived back at the spot where I had left Terry. He hadn't moved. He blinked once, slowly: the only sign of acknowledgement of my presence given at all, so far.
I slowly began wading into the water, noting that it was much colder than it had been a few days ago. I had the urge to leap like a loon and run back to the warm sand when I got past my legs and in stomach-deep. I hissed through my teeth and held back a yelp. That water was cold, like, ice cold.
Gah, if I convert to Celsius (never will I conform your British ways, Canada! Mwahahaha!) it would be a very low number!
I forced myself to keep going, though. Terry seemed farther out than it had appeared from the shore, but I was pretty sure my terrible distance perception wasn't the only thing that was affecting my conclusion on that. I clenched my teeth and put one foot in front of the other.
"You should just go all the way under," a voice said.
I whipped my head up in shock. You never would have been able to tell that Terrence had spoken. He still hadn't moved a muscle besides rising so his mouth was above the water. His facial position was exactly the same. However, I had known him for about a decade. I could recognize his voice in a crowd, if I had to.
"Um, what?" I was still about five feet from him. Five, freaking freezing cold feet that would submerge me enough that I would have to tread water to stay afloat.
"That's what they say," Terrence's lips barely moved at all. "Just to jump in instead of wading but I sometimes wonder whether that's true in life as well. People always try to break things gently. There's only a few who can just come right out and say things. That's one thing I've always admired about you, Tori. You can just...say things without regret." His face was completely blank.
His seriousness was kind of scary but I decided to preempt that thought for the moment. I took another step forward. "It's not always on purpose," I pointed out. My mouth bone and brain bone sometimes dropped calls mid-connection. They really needed better wireless. "But…I guess…sometimes it's better to take things slowly."
I couldn't believe I had just said that. "Hm," was all Terrence said in response.
A few painful steps later, I finally reached him. I put my arm out to him and set my hand on his shoulder. I was kicking my legs to keep my head above the water while he stood on tip-toes. The ocean really wanted to push me to the left and I was having trouble staying in one spot, while Terry didn't seem to be to be affected at all. His shoulder was colder than the water was.
He turned his head to look me in the eyes. A breeze blew through, ruffling our hair. The strands that were wet stuck at the ends to my face and got in my eyes. I brushed them off while Terrence didn't make a move that suggested he cared. He just let it blow around in front of his eyes. He had moved his gaze back to space.
Seeing him like this was really frightening. "Um…Terry?" I was afraid to raise my voice.
His eyes flicked over to me, but he didn't move his body this time. I dropped my hand that had been on his shoulder to wring the both of them in a nervous, twitchy way. "I think we need to talk," I managed.
"About what?" his eyes were directed in the opposite direction of me now. His voice was low and soft.
"Your…" I swallowed. "Your dad."
"Of course," he grumbled. He sank back down into the water so his nose and mouth were now covered. He said something unintelligible.
"Oh, Terry," I sighed and drifted a little closer to him. "I don't want to tell you what to do. I just want to know what's going on with him and you. What did he say to you the other day?"
Cutting it a little close there, aren't you Mehall? said a voice in the back of my head. My words grazed the surface of his and Sam's conversation from last night and I hoped he wouldn't catch on. Unfortunately, he flicked his gaze back to me, now looking a little suspicious instead of so melancholy in an angry-sad kind of way.
He moved up above the water again. "What did you just say?" He raised an eyebrow. Crap. He was onto me. I shouldn't have said that, but I didn't want him thinking the wrong thing, and scaring him off.
It was true though. I had no idea what was the right thing for him to do. I just wanted to do what I could, and, right now, that was just moral support. I shivered and went a little deeper into the waves. My exposed shoulders were getting goose bumps on them. "I…" I forced myself to look at him. "I said, I don't want to tell you what to do, I just want to…you know, be a little more in the loop. I am your best friend after all. And you know me. I couldn't good advice if it was growing on trees." I shrugged, sheepishly.
For a second, I almost saw a smile, but as soon as it supposedly appeared, it was gone. "Yeah," he nodded in agreement, still keeping a poker face. "I guess." His words were so emotionless.
I sat for a few minutes, struggling to keep by his side due to the rhythm of the waves, until I spoke up again. "So…do you want to tell me at all?" My voice was hopeful.
His eyes were focused on a spot above my head. The sky around us full of more clouds than usual. I longed to get out of the chilly water. My body was starting to shake as it seeped through my bathing suit, then my skin and down into my veins. "Not really," he abruptly monotoned and turned his back to me.
My mouth fell open. I was half-surprised, half-outraged. How dare he brush me off like that! I knew he was emotionally unstable or whatever, but I had known him far too long to be to be pushed off that easily. He had to know me better than that. I never gave up after just a two word response. "Why not?" I demanded.
"It's not your business," his voice came out muffled as it was directed away from me and was also being thrown by the wind off somewhere into the blue distance.
"It is so my business!" I argued, paddling around so he was facing me again. Happy now waves? I moved! Did you see that?
"What could possibly make you think that?" he raised a dark eyebrow at me. His skin seemed paler than it normally did, and that was saying something. "He's not your Dad or your problem." He turned around again.
Ugh, this was getting tiring. I swam to face him again. "Your problems are my problems," I told him. "I'm your friend and you'd do the same for me! You do, all the time!"
He spun yet again. Cure this pattern. I started to swim yet again. It seemed we were moving toward shore, though I couldn't be sure. "Who cares," he wouldn't meet my gaze. "I don't want you to, so you shouldn't worry about it."
Cue the turning 180 degrees; cue the flail-swimming to catch up with him. "Well, I want to worry about it, so there," I pursed my lips and stuck up my nose. I knew that was probably the worst, most-childish argument ever but I really didn't care. I needed to get him to understand the concept of mutual friendship.
He only turned 90 degrees this time. The profile of his face was littered with shadows from the clouds above. "Why would you want to deal with this crap?"
My unexercised legs were getting tired, but at least it was keeping me warm. I swam, once more, to face him. "Because that's what friends do." Dang, this thing was going in a circle. "I want to do it because I want to take some of the load off you. Talking really actually helps. I mean, look at me!" I tossed my hands up. "I talk your ear off all the time and I'm a perfectly happy human being!" Well, mostly human being, that is. And happy was one of those point-of-view kinds of things. I tapped his nose, causing him to jump back in protest. He frowned, brow furrowed. "You, however, are not."
"Maybe that's because I'm not human." Turn, swim, frown.
"You know what I meant." If he was going to start picking apart phrases, this was going to take forever. We pick apart conversations, remember? Not random phrases!
"Apparently not." We were now going in complete circles.
"What I meant was," I grabbed his shoulders and held him so he couldn't turn again. "If you don't tell me, I swear that I will go up to my Mom and make up the most ridiculous, embarrassing story I can possibly think of to explain your turmoil. She will then completely invade your privacy and use her Mom powers to not give up until some kind of compromise is made using cookies and sharing. Understand?"
I didn't think it was possible, but he turned even whiter. He knew I would do it. He knew that my Mom would totally believe me. He knew that she would do exactly as I said. He knew because I had done it before. His eyes widened about a milli-centimeter. Huzzah! Victory! I tried not to look to smug, but I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
"Fine!" he burst out suddenly, face twisting into an odd expression. "If you want to know so badly! My brilliant father has suddenly decided, now that he's found me and that I have 'matured,' that he wants to drag me back to coven of vampires that my family apparently comes from and make me…" He screwed up his mouth in such a way that it looked like when Mom was trying to hold back a swear word when she stubbed her toe in front of me. "Mate!"
I was probably making that Tori-no-compute face but he wasn't able to explain any further. He had burst out into salty tears that were now mixing into the ocean. There would never be a way to tell them apart from the other particles of salt water. His crying was silent but hard. He was probably holding back any noises he might have been making. I really wanted to comfort him but I needed to figure out what he'd said first.
I dropped my hands from his shoulders and his head dropped down so his forehead was against the water and his chin was against his chest. So…I got the part about his father deciding drag him back home now that he was older and less work or whatever it was he thought, and I saw how that could be infuriating and I was totally with him up until there.
That was where I fell off the understanding train. Mate…? What did that even mean? Like…mate, mate? Like, Lion King mate? What the…I didn't…and there, my brain stopped working. I just didn't understand how that was even…he was 14! And now his dad wanted him to…get married, I guess? I wasn't sure how things worked in the vampire world but I did know that his father was completely delusional if he thought that was even close to legal.
Did he not…? Suddenly a little something clicked and I turned my gaze back to the crying boy in front of me. Must remain calm. Cannot remain calm. Oh, screw it! "What do you mean he wants you to mate?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Terrence looked shocked at my outburst and covered my mouth with his hand. "Sh!" he hushed me, through his tears. "Don't-"
I pulled his hand off. I could be quieter, but I wasn't going to just drop this. "What does that even entitle? You're fourteen! Why would he want you to get married or whatever? And, I mean, what does that gain him?" I exclaimed, about three octaves and four volume levels lower from my former shout.
"Well," he swallowed hard and wiped at his eyes, not that it helped much, as his hands were already wet. "That's the sick part about it! It's not…just marriage…"
"What?" my voice was back up to club-music-volume level. Or twins-volume level would probably make more sense. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NOT JUST MARRIAGE'?" I was unable to hold back my rage.
"Tori! Please!" his eyes were wide. "He wants to continue the bloodline or…I don't know…" He looked pained so I tried to calm down.
But seriously? What did that mean? Surely not…surely! He was fourteen! And he hadn't-ugh, my brain couldn't even process what was going on very well. Until…suddenly… "Terrence," I said, very quietly. It was probably kind of creepy in comparison to the loud tone I had been using a few seconds earlier. My hair blew in my stupid face again but I didn't even notice. "Does…does your dad know…does your dad know that you're-"
"Does my dad know that I'm gay?" he finished my sentence. His voice was back to bitter. He wasn't crying anymore. He was back to poker face. It was like nothing at had happened. He turned to me, glare sharp as daggers. "Of course not Tori. I was four when I got dumped on the side of that road. I wouldn't have known."
My heart practically stopped. I suddenly understood Sam's words, "If you don't tell him, I will." I had no clue what to say. "Crap," I finally uttered.
I couldn't think of anything better. So, instead, I gently wrapped my arms around him. He was once again crying softly, though it was only one tear at a time instead of a constant stream. I pulled him to me and hushed him, letting his tears fall onto my skin.
I didn't think there was anything I could say. I knew how hard this all was for him. His father would never understand. As if reading my mind, he suddenly choked out, "He-he wouldn't even believe me, if I told him." He hiccupped. "He-he would be…one of those people who-who thinks it's a-a disease they can cure! He-he would ne-never understand that I co-could never be-mate with some girl." His voice was rough and he could barely speak. I held him tighter. "I didn't choose this," he whispered. "But I can't change it. And I'm out and I'm proud but I still…I just…" He trailed off.
"I know," I murmured, nodding, though I was sure I didn't. I felt like bursting into tears myself but I figured somebody needed to try to be strong for him and Sam wasn't being much help. "But…I'm not going to lose you, Terry. You can't leave. I need you here." My voice was getting all choked up too.
Dang you hormones! Couldn't you shut off the tear gland for once?
"I don't want to leave," he mumbled into my chest. "What if he just dump me on the road again o-once he's used me? And-what if-?" he broke off, and seemed to cry harder.
I held him closer to me, still. Man, this would be so much easier if we weren't drifting round in the ocean. "He won't," I blubbered. Crap, flood warning! Tears were dripping down my cheeks now too. "I won't let him. But…" I released him and he floated a few inches away before look back up at me, eyes blurry and redder than usual.
I had totally forgotten the cold at that point. It didn't matter. I took a shuddering breath. Silent tears dripped down his cheeks. "You're going to have to tell him," I whispered the inevitable. It broke my heart in half to say it but we both knew it was true. "You have to try."
He hung his head, dark hair hiding his face. He looked so small. It was so out of character for him to be this way. I had gotten too used to him being Superman, I guess. I think we all had. He took a small breath but didn't look back up. His tone dead serious and completely solemn when he spoke again, not breaking even once, like it had been throughout the rest of the conversation. "I know."
A/N: Gah! I'm such a terrible person! *hides face* I'm so mean to Terry! AW! I FEEL AWFUL! *shakes head* Review anyway? P-please? *sobbing* I HATED WRITING THAT FIGHT AND I JUST-I CAN'T-GAH! TOO MUCH DRAMA! *hits post*
Ps. I discovered why I like the twins-they're comedy relief. *facepalm*