Raychu Posted April 24, 2016 Share Posted April 24, 2016 Name: Juho Pentii (Yu-Ho Pen-Tee) Age: 22 Position: Uke Height: 5ft 10 in Weight: 134 lbs Birthday: July 20th Nationality: Finnish-American Sexuality: Pansexual Hair Color: Reddish Brown Eye Color: Green Extra: Refuses to wear contacts, usually wears baggy clothes for comfort most of the time unless he goes to work, then he wear a professional suit. Has a bird tattoo on his right hip. Personality: Juho is a timid guy, not very outspoken, however, when he gets determined, he'll push all that aside and become outspoken. He can get extremely sarcastic if the situation calls for it, having a sharp tongue. He can easily get worried to the point of panicking over a minor thing, going into a frenzy if he's unsure what to do. He's extremely opinionated, willing to speak it out at any point in time if he knows the person very well. Always puts others before himself, patient and understanding. He would never turn his back to anyone and give up on them, feeling like if he worked hard enough, he could save everyone he loved. Extremely pushy if he wanted to get something specific from someone. Likes: Birds, video games, sewing, hot places, any sort of sweet, tea, reading, wood carving. Dislikes: Exercise, the smell of smoke from cigarettes, messy rooms, coffee, strawberries, being confronted, late sleepers. Occupation: Web Developer Bio: Juho grew up in a family that consisted of his younger brother and his mother. His mom was a single parent, depending on her sons to grow up without her guidance. She was a hardcore gambler, falling into debt and sending them to live with their aunt as she ran off to go hide from the loan sharks. He became introverted and a recluse without the guidance of his parents to teach him how to interact. When he moved, he found he could only make select few of friends, which happened to be the ones who approached him first. He grew up teaching himself and his brother the proper ways of living, making his own living without he support of anyone around him. Becoming extremely independent from having his parents leave him with no remorse. Juho had been friends with Casey since he turned the age of twenty. How they had become friends was a mystery for one to solve. The redhead wasn't the type to talk with people many, neither was his friend Casey. One day, he just walked into the game store and something sparked between them. From then on a friend was made, one he hoped he could keep for a long time. His raven haired friend worked in mysterious ways, always doing his own things without, ignoring what went on around him. Even if the gamer found that weird, he still stuck by the side of Casey, refusing to leave because of a weird quirk. They were almost opposites when it came to their personalities, yet that the same time, they were very similar as well. At least when it came down to the interaction with people, which Farley happened for both of them. He was still glad they somehow managed to become good friends, even with the large gap of their ages. The redhead knocked a few times on the door of his friend's home, before walking in. This was normal for them, no matter how weird it was to see someone walk in without complete permission. They both did it after awhile. One day, it was freezing outside and Juho didn't want to wait for the other to answer, going in on his own. From then on it became a habit to just walk inside each other's homes once they knocked and gave a warning. Juho's face scrunched up in disgust as some of the mess in the living room, seeing his friend was still quite a slob when it came to cleaning up. He made his was through the little home, looking around for his friend curiously, avoiding stepping on piles of clothes or trash that was scattered throughout certain areas of Casey's home. He usually picked up the mess, today was not the day however, it could wait for his next return. He had much more important things to do than clean up his friend's home. "Casey? Where are you? We promised to meet up today!" The younger boy was calling out as he walked into his friend's room, finding him asleep. A deep frown formed on his face as he stared at the man. They were supposed to go see the new horror movie today, he was completely forgotten about, a nap obviously more important than the plans they had made as friends. He shook Casey gently, trying to be as nice as he found about waking the older man up. He didn't want to deal with the other being grumpy if he was woken up in a rude way. "Casey, wake up. We don't have time to waste! If you don't get up and get ready, we won't make the movie," he whined, giving up on be nice. After a few rough shakes, he just sat down on the dirty floor, waiting for Casey to awaken from his deep slumber. Now he was a bit pissed off, oh well. They could easily find something else to do thsn watching a horror movie. The other owned many of them, they could just rewatch one and reschedule for another time. It wasn't that big of a deal. As long as they were together, it didn't matter what they did. That was a romantic cliche for him to say. He didn't like the other in such a way. He only meant that if you're friends, you're able to make anything fun just by being together. He wouldn't hold this against his friend, knowing he probably had a rough night. Sleep was much more important than a simple movie. It would come out on DVD soon, he could always wait and then buy it as a gift for Casey. "You shouldn't really get up. If you don't wake up now, then you won't be able to sleep tonight. This could become a constant latter if you aren't cautious of doing this on repeat," he urged again, hoping the other would hear him and awake from his slumber. Sleeping beauty didn't wake up without a kiss, if Casey were cursed, then he would remain so, the ginger never daring to go near him for a kiss. That was something that just couldn't happen between them. They were too close of friends to wreck a that by trying to create a romantic relationship, one that was almost guaranteed not to work out. He liked being friends with the older man, he would dare let himself blow it. The other still slept as still as a rock, giving Juho some time to clean up around the house. He took out the trash, set the dirty clothes in the hamper. He finished making the rooms at least viewable in no time, still trying to find something to do to waste his time. He wouldn't snoopy afraid he would get caught by he other at just the right moment. He always had a sort of bad luck to get him in trouble like that. He returned to Casey's room, roughly shaking him again. His patience was growing thin. He didn't come here to get ignored for sleep, he had a purpose. Which was ruined, that didn't mean he didn't find a new one to fulfill the boredom he felt. "Casey! Get your ass up! If you don't, I'll pour cold water on you. We both know I'll do it, it's happened before," he laughed, continuing to shake the other. There was a time a see refused to get up. Dumping s glass of ice water on the man. He was scolded for hours, it was worth it to see the reaction. He hoped this threat would urge the other to get out of bed more. He hoped it worked, not wanting to fight Casey anymore than he already was. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 24, 2016 Share Posted April 24, 2016 Name: Casey Benedict Age: 28 Height: 6" 0' Weight: 167lbs Eye color: Green Hair color: Black (it tends to get oily quickly. He takes more showers then normal because of it. And when it is oily, light reflecting makes it look almost blue) Likes: 70 degree days with a breeze, horror movies, exercising, baseball, rock oldies. Dislikes: kids, driving (although he has a license and a car.), know it alls. Personality: cold and manipulative. Cunning, internally social (i couldnt think of the word, but he definitely doesnt talk much when he doesnt have to), aggressive and quick to anger, trust issues. Occupation: Game Store Manager Birthday: September 23 Nationality: British Sexuality: Bisexual Position: Seme Bio: When Casey was in his 3rd year of middle school, making him 13 years old, he was forced during a party to start taking heroine. Some of his classmates knew high schoolers who knew dealers. And so his life on heroine began. But during his senior year of high school, where he dropped out of school, he began taking oxytocin, though he hadnt been using heroine as much. But his addictive habits grew stronger and stronger from then on. He was kicked out of his home at the age of 18 and found himself sleeping in a motel he managed to offered off his weekly pay from his dump of a job. At the age of 23 he found himself a full time job as a employee at a game store, but his habits sapped away at his pay check more then his motel bill did. At the age of 26 he became a manager, but after finding out about the death of his parents in a car crash, he indulged himself further into his opiates. And now at the age of 28, though he's just able to hold on to his position, with two warnings on his file, one more and he's fired. Juho was one of the little friends Casey had. In fact, he was probably the only friend Casey had. He had his coworkers, but were they really friends? He kept in contact with old classmates, but were they really friends? The day they met each other while Casey was working at the game store, really ended up in a relationship of friendship. He was the only one who actually gave a hoot of what Casey was doing. And he made it a purpose to talk to him whenever he ventured into the store. After several months of hitting it off as acquaintances from a game store, they soon became friends who new each others phone numbers. Casey hated public outings, and rarely spoke to others when he was spoken to. His coworkers described him as anti-social, and weird. And customers thought of him as cold and scary. However, the habits he's picked up of not talking to people changed when he met Juho. When they exchanged phone numbers, his was immediately put into his 'Favorites'. Besides the coworkers and other business numbers he had, Juho's was the only one he cared to learn by heart. Not in some sort of romantic stalking cliche, but just the fact that he knew a number besides his dealers meant a lot to him. Was it weird for a man to know a friend's number like the back of his own hand? He hoped it wasn't, but it wasn't like other people would know. He was the only one to call or text Juho from his phone. They texted each other a lot, more times he could count in one day. Many of the messages being simple greetings like, 'Hey, what's up?' or 'Heading to work now?', nothing of the un-ordinary. Just like last night. Juho had texted him, making sure to remind him of the movie they were supposed to see today. But after getting out of work last night at ten, Casey had been called to take a hit with some people he knew. He didn't even hesitate to answer. He spent the night at the house until he woke up first thing that morning and drove himself home. He had collapsed in bed the moment he got home. Ignoring the mess his home was in once again. He was awful at keeping house and on occasion would find himself just tossing garbage and the like where he could as he past by them. He slept the rest of the morning into that evening when Juho had graced him with his presence. The knocking on his front door was ignored, no, it wasn't even heard. Casey was completely out and unable to hear anything around him. He hadn't heard the other open and close the door as he entered the house, nor the gentle way he woke him at first. Casey was literally unresponsive to the world. The only way someone would be able to tell he was still alive was because of his breathing. Casey stayed asleep, even after the second attempt of trying to wake him up. This attempt managed to wake up his mind, and slowly he started to take in the sounds of Juho rummaging around his house as he cleaned it. Juho did that a lot, and half the time that was why Casey never picked it up himself. He knew Casey would clean it when he came over to visit. It took a while longer before Casey was actually able to get out of bed. But it was Juho's third attempt that actually did it. He threatened the older man to dump ice water on him, which Casey had already witness first hand before. It was an awful morning, he would never want to feel another bucket of ice water being dumped on him again. Casey, groaned aloud at being forced to wake up. He never liked waking up, and if life didn't require him to do so, Casey would probably stay in bed all the time. He moved his arms, that rested underneath his head and pillow, to pushing himself up on his elbows. He held himself there as his face remained hidden into the darkness and softness of his pillow. He mumbled out against his pillow, but whether he meant for the other to hear him or not was unsure. "What time is it." His voice was more hoarse then normal, and his throat scratched as he spoke. For a while Casey decided to start sleeping with a glass of water near his bed and without lifting his head he reached over to hopefully grasp the glass. He groped for it several times before he touched it, nearly making it topple over. Casey grabbed the glass and didn't lift his head until he had taken a drink of the warm water. He drank until it was practically gone and when he set it back down on the table did he keep his head up and notice Juho standing beside his bed staring at him. Casey knit his brows together. "What is it?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 24, 2016 Author Share Posted April 24, 2016 Juho was patiently waiting for Casey to awake from his slumber, allowing him time to gain full consciousness before he decided to bombard his good friend with questions. However, when he saw Casey's eyes, his own widened. They were dilated, fully dilated. H knew the other didn't go to the eye doctors either, he would've told him. However, the redhead shrugged it off as nothing, deciding not to question it. Maybe his eyes were just light sensitive from sleeping so long, it couldn't be anything else. Juho kept his complete focus on his friend, not turning away. He still was worried when he saw his raven haired friend's eyes, feeling panic rise from his dismayed they were. He couldn't possibly be doing drugs, could he? He wouldn't hide that from his closest friend, would he? Surely Casey knew that the gamer was there for him through everything, he wouldn't just leave him in the dark like that. He had too much trust invested in the other man to believe that he would keep such s big secret from him. Hell, the redhead told him everything about his past, though he still heard very little of the other's. "Oh! One, I'm very upset you completely ignored our movie day, blowing it off for sleep. Two, stop making your house a complete mess, it's rude to me when I clean it all the time. Three, are you sick? You look like a mess! Why didn't you call me or text me if you were sick! I would've come and helped you out!" He was scolding the other while at the same time he was showing nothing but concern for the man. He pressed his hand against Casey's forehand, his eyes going wider than before. "You're burning up! Casey, this could be serious! Why didn't you call me?" Juho pushed the idea of his friend doing drugs aside, only worrying for his sick friend. He knew in the back of his head that drugs could cause spiked fevers, he just didn't want to believe his friend would do that. Let alone approach him on it if he were wrong, that would make a fool of himself to the man he enjoyed spending his time with. He would rather brush it off than try to approach Casey on this. His friend was someone who shut out he world when he didn't want to talk, that could easily happen now. "Do you have any Tylenol? Any Advil? Give me a minuet to see if I have any in my car!" He didn't want to snoop through his friends house when trying to find the medicine to reduce a fever. He walked outside, heading straight for his car. He looked in his glovebox, glad to find he had a box of Advil still in there from the time he had cut his hand and need an anti-inflammatory. He headed back inside to his friends room, handing the bottle of pills to his friend. "Don't fight me on this, you will take the pills," he demanded, knowing he only sounded like an idiot to be demanding something of Casey. He forced a small smile, worried for his friends health. He wasn't attached to Casey as everyone thought he was, he just enjoyed finally having a friend he could talk to so easily. No one else did this for him, he just got a little over protective if something went wrong with Casey. "Scoot, I want on the bed," Juho whined. Once Casey had taken his pills, the redhead began pushing his friend to the other side of the bed, making room for himself to sit. He outstretched his legs straight, staring up at the ceiling. "Call me next time your sick, I was so worried when you didn't answer last night. Must've been sleeping right? Right. Just don't ignore it if you get sick, it could always get worse because you're a numbskull when it comes to taking care of yourself. Example A, properly cleaning up your house." He laughed, looking at his friend with a serious look. He really wanted Casey to understand he needed to call him when it was serious. He didn't want to be left out in the dark from his friend, the only one had he really had. He reached over, ruffling the man's hair roughly, laughing when his hand got pushed away. He felt more at ease knowing he wasn't going to be kicked out. "Change of plans, I'm staying the night tonight. I need to make sure you are monitoring your own health." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 24, 2016 Share Posted April 24, 2016 Although very reluctant to do so, Casey did in fact sit up after he finished drinking. Internally he groaned out as Juho started talking. It wasn't that he hated listening to the other talk, but he certainly didn't fell like hearing the voice in a nagging manner. He remained quiet as he sat at the end of his bed, legs hanging over the side and touching the floor. Casey hadn't really been paying attention to what exactly Juho was saying until the other had actually touched his hand to Casey's forehead. The cold of his hand actually felt good against the hot of his sweaty, burning skin. It was then that he realized what the other was feeling for. "I'm fine. It's just hot in here." He wasn't sure if that lie would suffice for him, but he certainly wasn't going to just agree with the other. He tried to fight the other back, his bombardment of questions never ending. At the mention of Tylenol, Casey watched as Juho took off for his car without giving the man time to talk. Casey did need to use the bathroom, but he figured by the time he got over there, Juho would already be back and forcing the pills on him. He was right, as soon as he was able to gain some bit of his surroundings, Juho was running back into the room forcing the bottle of pills at him. Casey looked at it for a moment, very hesitant to take them. Unfortunately the demanding look in his friends eyes and the hard forceful voice, told him there was no backing down. Casey took the bottle from the other and popped off the cap easily. He shook out one of the pills and snapped it into his mouth. He reached for the glass of water and finished what was left of it as he swallowed the pill. It was always easy for him to swallow medicine, but he remembered one of his classmates say that he had a hard time and always ended up having to chew tablets instead of swallow. As soon as he finished he set the glass back on the table and stayed seated on the end of the bed. Casey looked up at his friend as if showing him he had taken the pills like he was told. Juho must have approved of this, because he instantly started pushing Casey to the other side of the bed so that he could lay down himself. Casey did as he was told and scooted over to the other side, closest to the bathroom. Casey watched as the other sat where he had just been laying, his legs stretched out before him, where Casey's was crossed in front of him. He leaned forward, pressing his forearms into his knees as the other spoke. "I was fine. Just needed some rest, that's all." Although his voice wasn't as scratchy and hoarse, it was still low and broke at times for him to clear his throat. He jerked slightly when he felt Juho ruffle his hair, and pushed his hand away. His hair was a length longer then most guys would wear it at. it reached his shoulders, but with the right hair product he was able to fix it out of his face. He leaned back against the wall that his bed sat against, and he closed his eyes as the medicine, probably did its job to a point of helping him walk straighter then what he did this morning. At Juho's sudden 'change of plans' he so called it, the other looked at him with a frown. Right now was not the time where he wanted his friend to hang around him all day. But he knew that there wasn't going to be any chance of him changing his mind. So instead he just sighed and stood up off the bed. "I need to shower. I'll be back." Casey Ruffles Juho's hair much like he did to his own. Whatever words Juho has said back to him were ignored when Casey left for the bathroom with only the clothes on his back. His home had one and half baths, and the only shower was in the master bedroom. There was a closet for him to put towels in, so he normally never brought clean clothes in with him. Opting to wrap a towel around his waist and walk around practically naked. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 24, 2016 Author Share Posted April 24, 2016 Juho laughed again as the other ruffled his hair, only for his glasses to get knocked on by the thing fingers. "Hey! Careful with my glasses! I can't see without them!" He was ignored as the other left. He stuck his tongue out at Casey, who was no longer there. He laughed again as he laid back down on the bed, closing his eyes. He had time to nap before the other came out of the shower, not getting much sleep from a late night of working. He was glad he worked at home, not having to interact with many people unless the demanded a face to face confrontation. Other than that, he was allowed to just sit and home and email with his clients. This was something he was truly grateful for, only needing to interact when he went shopping for groceries or the games. He felt a small amount of energy regaining itself as he fell into a light sleep as he awaited for his friend to return. He really was glad for Casey being his friend after all he unsuccessful attempts at talking to him. The green eyes opened when he heard the tapping of footsteps coming into the room. He looked over to see his friend in nothing but a towel as he rummages through his drawers for clothes. "You have no shame! Stop doing that," he laughed, covering his eyes with a pillow as he continued to laugh. This was normal, it had happened on many occasions, the first time extremely shocking for him than now. He removed the pillow as his eyes wandered back to the older man. He has a nice defined back, the movements causing his spine to slowly move and bend. "How do you not have a lover yet? Surely even if you don't talk, people still look in awe at you. You look damn good." He sat up, teasing his own hair as the other got dressed. He has complimented Casey many times that it was no longer weird anymore for them. He wasn't going to lie, his friend did look good, sexy if there was a word he needed to actually use to describe him. "You aren't off the hook for the movie by the way. We'll just have to find a new one to watch, it will happen though. I'm still disappointed you didn't bother to text me either," he said softly, cleaning his glasses with his shirt. He looked over as he put his glasses back seeing the other grab his hairbrush. "Wait! Let me brush your hair today." He sprang off the bed, pushing the other back towards it, pulling the hairbrush out of his hand. Once the other had got set up, he began to lightly brush through the man's hair. Many people would find it weird for a guy to be brushing another guy's hair, they where just confused by it. Juho liked to be himself, which included complimenting guys and brushing their hair. This was how he just acted when he was friendly. He loved the feeling of Casey's hair, the sleek hair easy to brush around and style it. "How did we become friends again? We have a six year gap, we have barely anything in common, yet we are still great friends. It's a mystery, isn't it?" He laughed again, quieting down as he focused only on doing the hair. Once the tangles had been combed away, he brushed the hair back into the style he wanted, making sure none of the hair was in his eyes. Once he had finished, he gently out the brush down on the desk, continuing to run his fingers through the hair. Juho knew he was a pushy person, amazed how much the other put up with him until it became a normal normal occurrence. They seemed to just go along with the day from the point they grew used to each other, texting all the time, hanging out. He just felt so at peace when he was with Casey. The feeling of having a friend is so amazing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 24, 2016 Share Posted April 24, 2016 Casey ignored the call of the other as he walked off into the bathroom. As soon as he got in he dropped his pants, belt still in place through the belt loops. He normally liked to go commando for some reason and on occasion he'd find himself wearing just pants over his lower half. This time however he wore his boxers. He had decided work attire required not only his uniform but his boxers as well. Had he had the day off like he did today, then he would have just gone commando under his black jeans he wore to work. His shirt was next, pulling his under shirt up and over his head, he tossed it to a different corner of the room then where his pants were. Speaking of shirts, he'd have to re,ember his work shirt was still in his car. Casey left the towel he would need in the closet for now and instead went straight for the shower to get the hot water running. While he waited he managed to catch himself in the mirror over the sink and scowled at the reflection looking back. His skin was pale, and with his black hair, it stood out even more. His green eyes were still widely dilated, aloud they were starting to come back to normal as the high was slowly exiting him. Casey got the urge to itch his shoulder and ended up scratching for nearly two minutes before he realized it was raw and bleeding. He'd never had the habit before, just recently he noticed how he would feel itchy and have to scratch it, but instead of stopping when he should, he continued until he made it bleed. He had looked it up once on his iPhone and found out that one of the symptoms to his drug problem was itching. Of course he'd never truly admit he had a problem in the first place. When Casey noticed the water was warm enough, a heavy cloud of steam started to form in the bathroom. Their was a vent in the ceiling light, but Casey liked it war, in the bathroom and never turned it on. By the time he'd get out of the shower, the walls and mirror would be covered in the steam and soaked from the wet. Casey steeped in and immediately winced as the hot water hit his shoulder. By the time he was done showering, the bathroom was in its normal state of dismay and covered in pesipitation. He squeezed what access water was in his hair and stepped out of the shower. Before going to the closet, Casey went over to the toilet and took care of his business. Only when he was done did he go and grab a towel. He took the towel and wiped his body and hair before wrapping it around his waist and exiting the bathroom. As soon as he left the room he could hear the other call out in laughter. He remembered the first time he had done exactly this, and poor Juho nearly fell off his bed from the shock. Now he was used to it, and would only joke about his dramatic naked exit each time it happened. Luckily the shoulder that he turned raw was out of eyesight from Juho, so he was able to pull on a shirt and hide it before the other saw. He leaned down to grab a pair of sweats and pulled those on under his towel before letting the cloth drop to his ankles. He let out a chuckle at Juho's questions. "Woman are to sophisticated, always want you to buy something for them. And men cause problems as soon as they see you standing with another man." He scoffed before he turned back to the other for a moment. "I think I'm better off without one anyway, I'd be forced into all these public outings." His hate for the public scene was no secret and everyone noticed it. That's why most of his coworkers never invited him out. At the other's demand to watch another movie, Casey laughed. Although his accent wasn't heavy, for having grown up and lived in America, it was still very evident. His parents grew up in Britain and moved over to America when theirs jobs required them to move. And that was where Casey was born. "I picked one up the other day that I thought looked interesting. I haven't seen it yet, nor have I even opened the case." He turned around and picked up his brush, although he felt like a girl for using one, combs just weren't strong enough for his hair. Suddenly Juho called out and came dashing over to him, grabbing for the brush and demanding he brush it. Casey laughed as he was pushed towards the bed and settled himself on it. He crawled on and crossed his legs in front of him as the other began brushing his hair. He wasn't going to lie, it felt good, and he sometimes found himself shutting his eyes against the others gentle fingers and slow brushing. "I'd like to know the same thing. Complete opposites without a doubt. Ouch I am glad we are friends, chap. I wouldn't want any other." He could be honest at times, and his friendship with Juho was all but honest. He wouldn't want to have met any other to take the place of the friend he had now. The other was pushy, sure, but perhaps Casey needed a friend like that. Otherwise he'd be a stump in the mud his whole life. When Juho finished brushing his hair, Casey didn't moved, it was a habit for Juho to set his brush down and return to running his fingers through his hair, fixing what strands got loose into a style away form his face. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 24, 2016 Author Share Posted April 24, 2016 "That's so untrue! You are so bad about grouping the genders in a specific way. Does that mean you don't like me, hm? I force you into outings all the time," he made with his comeback. This man could've been alone for his entire life if the redhead hadn't come along to save the day. He was grateful that he had found Casey as well, he could've had been alone too. He didn't bother finding a relationship partner because it involved interaction. He was too timid for that, he'd most likely die if he tried to ask someone out. "I think women can be fun if you find the one that isn't greedy. Jealousy isn't an entire factor in men, I wouldn't be the jealous kind." That was true, he didn't see himself to be someone who got easily jealous and possessive of one of his partners. He saw himself to be a willing kind of guy, easy to work around. Unless Juho was truly suspicious of cheating, he wouldn't dare get jealous enough to cause a break up. He would be a guy to value his relationships. A soft smile had formed on Juho's face when he heard the other speak. He continued to comb through Casey's hair until he pulled the older man back into a hug. "This is why we're friends! You're too kind!" He was chipper, climbing away from the other to lay beside him. "Let's see the movie then! I'll let you get by only this time. Next time, it won't be so easy to get off," he laughed. He got off the bed, heading into the man's living room, dropping into he beanbag he had brought for when he came over. This was the only place the man had a television and his couch couldn't hold both of them, the bean bag helped fix that. He was prepared when it came to his best friend, always ready to bring and leave stuff in case of an emergency. He had his own shampoo and conditioner, spare toothbrushes and toothpaste. He spent his nights over often, usually hanging around to cook the other man dinner, ending up just staying the entire night. Once Casey had gotten the movie on, Juho shifted, reaching up for the light switch, turning the lights off before settling back down into his beanbag. The movie immediately started off with a jump scare for the introduction, causing him to yawn. It was going to be the predictable kind of movie then. The redhead knew nothing about the horror genre until his good friend enlightened him on the specific types. They were scared of the movies, they just watched them to watch them. Most of the times afterwards, they just made fun of them. This was their daily life together, he wouldn't change it for the world. If anything, he enjoyed spending most of his days just hanging around Casey. He trusted the man more than anything, even with his own life at times. There was an unbreakable bond between them that had grown. Halfway through the movie, Juho had fallen asleep, his glasses falling off his face. This movie wasn't as exciting as some of the others they had watched, boring him to sleep. He slept through the rest of the movie, yawning and opening his eyes when he sat up, the credits rolling. "What did I miss?" He teased, putting his glasses back on. Casey probably knew he fell asleep, he was a noisy sleeper, he had even been told by his good friend that he slept talked, if only the other told him what about. He didn't want to be saying some stupid stuff that may embarrass him for his entire life. This was something he did not want to ever happen. It's not like he had nightmares or dreams he remembered, so he couldn't figure out what he said all the time. "Do you have any food in your fridge or do I need to go shopping to buy ingredients?" He asked dully as he closed his eyes once more, leaning his head back into the beanbag. He could possibly fall asleep again if it weren't for the fact, Casey had turned the light back on. Even with being eyes closed, he could still feel the pain when he would open his eyes. Slowly, he opened them, only to find he had to squint to see clearly, his eyes sensitive from being in the dark so long. He heard the loud ringing of a phone, wincing at the sudden sound. "Your phone is ringing, go answer it." Even if they were best friends, he would never answer a text or a phone call on Casey's phone. He respected the privacy that needed to remain between the the two, no matter how close they were, privacy and respect were still needed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 24, 2016 Share Posted April 24, 2016 "It's the basics, chap, the basics! Women always want something and men are just attention whores." The use of the word he knew was wrong, but there were times he found himself unsure of what to use and would randomly throw in words that sounded similar to what he wanted. He blamed that on his parents, for they never used American speech in front of him, always wanting him to grow up true British, despite living in America. "Ah, no see, friends are fine. They don't go asking you to buy the, so,etching just for show. Nor do they grow pissed if you don't entirely give them attention." Just like he had done to Juho last night. He had seen the message, but he ignored it while he shot up with the group he'd grown close to for their drugs. Casey felt the hands in his hair stop before he was suddenly pulled into a hug from behind. He was used to that as well. Casey could be sitting anywhere in his home, and if he was within hugging height of the other then he was hugged from behind or in front, didn't matter. He lifted his hand to pat the arm that wrapped around him before and released its grip and Juho lay beside him on the bed. He laughed at the other's happy chirp to watch the movie. "Go sit in front of the telly then, I'll set up the movie." Soon he watched him bound off towards the living room and plucked himself down into the beanbag chair he decided would remain at Casey's house whenever he came to visit. Along with the many other needed things he scattered around. Casey came in after and found the movie, still in the shopping bag and wrapped in its plastic. He opened it with the pencil he found lying on the table and popped it into the movie player. Casey sag on the small handed down couch he got from his neighbor when he was in need of some furniture. The couch was only big enough for one person to lay across it, but would easily fit two if they were sitting. But it was uncomfortable to just sit on it and it didn't come with foot stools. Half way through the movie, Casey caught the sounds of the other snoring. Casey had thought this movie would be more interesting,he supposed it was good thing he only spent five bucks on it. When the movie ended Casey had found himself waking up from a simple trance. Apparently he wasn't actually watching the movie, but had just been staring it down completely unable to comprehend what he was watching. Casey caught the shadow of Juho in the dark as he asked what he missed. "To be honest, I'm sure. I stopped following along not too long after you fell asleep." Casey's stomach growled quietly as soon as Juho asked about food. Talk about perfect timing. "Let me go check." Casey turned the light on and realized his vision was actually blurry. Staring at the television so in depth while sitting in the dark made his vision go crazy. He rubbed his eyes until he was able to properly see and head on over to the kitchen. He got to the kitchen and rummaged inside the fridge, he found a container of rice he had made, but he was pretty sure that was the rice he made nearly a week and a half ago. Declaring nothing safe to eat in his fridge, he then checked he freezer. He pulled out a box of hot pockets and was going to show Juho when a ringing sounded. He forgot that when he got home he tossed it on to the table with his keys and went to bed. He tossed the box back into the freezer and answered his phone. "Watcha. Yeah, it's Casey. No. No not- yeah. alright. Ta." Casey hung up the phone and tossed it back on the counter. Then returned to looking through his freezer. A frown on his face. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 24, 2016 Author Share Posted April 24, 2016 Juho laughed when the other admitted even he hadn't been paying attention to the movie. "It was a bad movie wasn't it? I hope it wasn't expensive, that was a huge waste of money," he said once more through a yawn. It took a bit for the feeling in his legs to return, pushing himself off the beanbag and stretching. His eyes were still sensitive to the light, continuing to squint as his eyes slowly adjusted. He looked around the room once his eyes were fully open, making sure his vision was clear. He had tried to walk when his vision wasn't clear one time, running straight into the couch and falling over. Casey never let him live it down. That was the first time he had ever come into the house. It's hilarious how he went form knocking politely and waiting to banging on the door and walking in. It showed the true bond between them as friends, not caring if they were to just walk in on each other's houses. The redhead had nothing to hide, not caring if Casey walked in at anytime. It's not like he was going to be jacking off in the living room, he didn't even have the materials meant for that. Juho listened the other other speak, raising a brow as he walked over when the older man hung up. "Who was it? You look upset. Did you know, it seems like you speak in a different dialect when you're with me than on the phone. For what reason exactly?" He didn't mean to bother the other with questions, he was generally curious to know. He looked through the freezer with the man, disappointed to find there was nothing worth eating. To the store it was then. "I'll be back in a few. You obviously need an updated refrigerator full of edible foods. How do you even live on your own?" He nodded to the other before he was out the door, starting the car up and pulling out of the parking lot. He couldn't say he was happy that he needed to go fetch food for Casey, he also knew the man didn't really do well with interaction. The redhead may have been timid, he could still function well in public if given the chance to try. The younger boy pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store, getting out of the car and locking it. You could never be too careful, he didn't trust anyone in these parts. He headed into the store, grabbing a cart and walking down the isles. He got plenty of sweets for himself, knowing if he had to shop, he needed to get things he wanted too. Juho wouldn't make his older friend pay him back, if he didn't want to do this, he wouldn't have done it. He was doing this so he other didn't need to do it himself, it was out of kindness, being paid back wouldn't be allowed. Casey most likely knew this already by now, even though they still constantly got into arguments about it. The boy got vegetables, pasta boxes of different kinds of noodles, sauces, the cheapest meat he could find, and multiple cheeses. He grabbed juices and milks, random boxes of cereal for the other to last longer than he had. Casey seemed to go through food quickly, the man had no limit for his appetite. After he had gotten a fair amounts of food, he went into the checkout line to pay for it. Once everything had been paid for, Juho did a balancing act with all the bags as he walked to his car, putting everything in the passenger seat. He sighed, thinking about the dilated eyes of his friend this morning. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get the worry out of his mind that his friend may be on something. Who called him on the phone? It didn't sound like work, especially when he had to confirm it was him. His work never needed to do that after the first few times of calling him. He did t get calls from anyone besides his work and his friend. He shook his head, slamming his hands on the wheel, accidentally hitting the horn, causing him to jump. He knew he was just being paranoid, overthinking this morning. His eyes weren't dilated when he came out do the shower, maybe it really was light sensitivity. The car was started up once more, pulling out of the lot, returning to Casey's place with the needed foods for both of their survival. He got out of the car, once again, having to use his weak arms to carry multiple bags, each bag a different wait. He kicked on the door with his foot, waiting for the door to open. After a few minutes of standing there, he sighed. "Casey! Let me in! I have your foods!" He kicked the door harder, only to frown when no response was given. After another few minutes of waiting, the door had opened. He trudged his way past his friend, setting the bags in the counter. "That took you long enough, what had you so preoccupied?" He didn't care to hear the answer, he just naturally asked those kinds of questions when they popped into his head. Juho began unpacking the bags and putting everything in its rightful place. He left out the fettuccini noodles, the Alfredo sauce, and the cut up chicken. Once everything was put away, he got the sauce pan out, dumping the sauce into it, set it on medium. He got another pot out, filling it with water, setting it on high, waiting for it to boil. He got out a frying pan, starting to cook the chicken. "You're lucky I'm here. Somedays, I fear you might die without me to save the day," he laughed, giving a soft smile to the other. He was worrying for nothing. Casey would never hide something that major from him, he had too much trust in the other to doubt him like that. "Fettuccini Alfredo and chicken, that's works for you right? If it doesn't you're still eating it, I've already started to make it." He focused his attention back on the food, being careful as he prepped it. 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YellowPerch Posted April 24, 2016 Share Posted April 24, 2016 As soon as Casey had hung up the phone, he turned to find Juho coming his way asking who had called him. "Ah, its..it was work. Employee asking about the schedule." When he said nothing more and turned to the freezer, Juho had done the same. But at Casey's frown, Juho decided he was going to go shopping. Casey closed the freezer as Juho walked away claiming he was leaving and would be back soon. Casey was about to say he didn't have to, or at least go with him, but Juho was already walking out the door and closing it behind him. Casey looked at the freezer one last time before leaving to the living room and watching Juho drive away in his car. Casey stayed in the window for a while longer before he went back to the kitchen and grabbed his phone. Angrily he texted back who called him earlier. I don't have work this Tuesday. Call me around 6pm and I'll head over. Where are we meeting this time? He shut his Iphone off, locking the screen and put it down on the counter. He leaned forward, pressing his palms into the edge of the corner and leaning on his arms. He shook his head, it was still fuzzy from last night's events. When he managed to push off the counter he left for the bathroom and dug through medicine cabinet. In the back, where he tried hiding the prescription, was a bottle of OxyCotin. He opened the cap and poured out a couple of the pills. Three sat in his palm, staring up at him, calling to him. He knew what he was doing was wrong. But the feelings he got from taking the medication felt good. He felt alive again, like he had when he was a kid. Casey shook his head and snapped back his head and swallowed two of the pills. He used to only do one, but sometime last year he found himself able to take two without taking a serious hit of effects. He put the bottle back in its hiding place and closed the cabinet door. The mirror attached closed along with it. And staring back at him was his pale reflection. Casey normally had tanned skin, naturally darkened by his nationality. Instead, it had grown pale from stress and exhaustion. His reflection, the monster that he had become, only laughed at him. It deserved to feel pain and suffer. Casey grew angry at it and before he knew anything, his fist had smashed into the mirror of the cabinet. He pulled his bloodied fist away, as glass shards fell to the floor. Casey started down at his hand and turned it over again and again. The pills and addiction taking away any sense of pain. Casey washed off his hand and tried removing what glass stuck in his skin. He then pulled out the first aid kit he had behind his toilet and opened it. Inside he had gauze, wipes and the necessary items needed for normal injuries. He washed off his hand once more before placing sterile pads on his hand and then wrapping it in the gauze. It bloodied right over, but not excessively where he needed stitches. At least, he didn't think he would need stitches. While he was wrapping up his hand the loud bang of Juho returning sounded through the house. He didn't head to the door at first and continued wrapping his hand. But at the second bang, Casey went for the door and pulled it open. Of course he left the bathroom a mess, soon there was nothing he would hide from Juho. But he would have to come up with a story quick. Luckily Juho hadn't noticed his wrapped hand just yet. At his question Casey only mumbled, "I was in the bathroom." Which was no lie, but he was there for a whole new reason. Casey watched silently as Juho put all the food away, leaving out certain things. He then dug through his cabinets and pulled out pots and pans for cooking the noodles, sauce and chicken Casey had realized was left out. Casey had picked up the box of noodles as Juho started to speak up once he tossed the chicken into the pan. "I normally get through alright. Sometimes I eat out. So I end up not having food here." When Juho caught him looking at the box he spun around and announced what he was cooking. He smiled at his friends own bright smile. He shook his head slowly. "Its sounds good. Thanks Juho. Really." He placed the box down and looked at the other as he appreciated him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 25, 2016 Author Share Posted April 25, 2016 Juho continued to prepare the food, happily going about his business. While he was letting things simmer, he turned around, facing his friend. Was he paler than before? His eyes were dilated once more as well. His eyes continued to roam the other, finding the bandage on his hand. He forced his eyes too look away from Casey, turning back around to face the food. The redhead knew the bandage wasn't there before he had left, feeling like a fool for leaving the other unattended. Something was going on, it was undeniable now. His friend was hiding something from him now, he was lying to save his ass from something. That couldn't have been work earlier. They knew who Casey was. Was he involved in something like gambling, was he actually doing drugs like the other had suspected? This was crazy, this was Casey. A Casey who looked pale and sickly all the time, he was always waking up late, going to bed at sporadic times. How many times had he looked at Casey and seen someone who was completely different than who he used to know? "Can you watch the food for a bit? Don't touch anything, just let it simmer. Stir the Alfredo every now and then. I just need to use the bathroom real quick," he murmured, pushing his way past his friend. Despite the pleas of the other asking him to wait, he was stomping his way to the bathroom, his eyes widening as he walked in on the mess in front of him. Glass was everywhere, the medical kit was out, there were drops of blood on the sink and the floor. He hadn't snooped before, now he needed to. He needed to clear himself of this suspicion and doubt of Casey. He opens the cabinet, pulling the bottles out one by one, looking at the labels. None of them were drugs, just normal everyday prescriptions. He continued to look through the empty cabinet, sighing when he found nothing. He tapped on a small area of the wall, finding that it opened slightly. He opened it, pulling out a bottle that say OxyCotin. So this really was the truth. Juho returned to the kitchen, slamming the bottle of the OxyCotin on the table. He didn't dare say a word to his friend as he returned to cooking the food. He felt betrayed, angry the other was hiding this from him. He lied to his face, that wasn't his work, that was most likely a dealer. There was too many emotions raging inside him that made him want to just punch the other. He was the closest friend the redhead had, and they friend shut him out. This was something he never wanted to face, he hadn't wanted to believe that the other would lie to him like that. His world had been torn down, his heart aching. How was he supposed to face Casey now that he knew? He didn't see his friend any other way than his friend, he still loved Casey in his friend way. The man was still his best friend, there was no new light see him in. He just needed help and guidance now, something Juho didn't know how to give. The food was finally finished and mixed all together. The other served it on the plates, making them look in neat and nice as he possibly could. Juho set the plates on the table from across each other. He sat down, poking his food with a fork. His eyes kept wandering to the bottle of pills he had rudely slammed down. "How long?" He looked back at Casey, taking a bite of his food. He quickly chewed and swallowed, feeling like he was going to vomit the food. It tasted good, but it felt like it was cardboard he had to chew. "Why didn't you... You had no reason to tell me. I'm just me after all." He sighed continued to eat silently until all the food from his plate was gone. The room was silent. He decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. "I think you should go seek professional help." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 25, 2016 Share Posted April 25, 2016 It happened quickly then he thought it would. Casey had hoped he could hide things for a little while longer. But as soon as Juho had turned around, happily grinning from ear to ear as he always did, he saw the expression change in an instant. He followed the other's gaze down to his hand and slightly hid behind his leg, though not all the way, knowing the other had already seen it. He returned his gaze to him and stared into him, as if he was trying to read his soul. It made Casey uncomfortable, but he was unable to look away. Casey was about to feel what it was like to feel the pain he, for so many years could never feel. Casey turned back around, stirring the food once more before facing him again. "Can you watch the food for a bit? Don't touch anything, just let it simmer. Stir the Alfredo every now and then. I just need to use the bathroom real quick." That was it, everything he knew would be found in mere minutes. He tried calling out to him. "Juho. Juho wait...I.." He was ignored, his friend walking right past him to the bathroom he had just left. He stayed put, staring at the food on the stove. He reached out to stir the noodles again, but he recoiled. The rummaging of the cabinet being opened was heard as clearly as if he were the one opening it. He clenched his eyes shut, trying his damnedest to block out all sounds. Casey returned from the bathroom and he heard it, the loud thud of a bottle hitting wood. The kitchen table. The OxyCotin. Sitting right on the table, peering at him, laughing at him, was the bottle of medication he had just taken moments ago. Juho returned to the food, facing his back away from him. He desrved that was for sure. He stepped away, leaving space between them before sitting down in a chair by the table. He rested his elbows on the table and held his head, ears against the palms of his hand. The pills wouldn't shut up. They wouln't leave him alone. His nerves were starting to rise and get the better of him. But before he knew it a plate of food had been set down before him. His eyes opened and looked down at the plate, before noticing Juho sit down across from him. The other sat down and instantly started poking at his food. Casey couldn't even touch his fork, never mind poke his food with it. He watched Juho from his seat across from him ad the other looked at the bottle. "How long?" He dreaded that question more then he thought he would. Casey clenched his fists and closed his eyes. "Years, Juho. Since before I met you." They fell into silence and Casey was sure he'd go crazy from it before the medicine did. But when the other spoke again he clenched his teeth and bit back a remark. But at the mention of seeking help he nearly jumped out of his seat. "Rubbish! I'm no cock up who needs help! I can take care of myself!" Casey had literally no reason to suddenly start shouting at Juho. But the instant he heard the word 'help' was when he started going over the edge. He shot up out of his chair and grabbed the pill bottle from the table. He left for the stairs only to end up walking to his room. Had the other called out to him or followed him he'd rather not care. No, he did care. But he was betraying him right?! So why should he care?! Before reaching his room Casey yelled out as if in pain and slammed a fist into the wall beside him. "Shit!" Casey, leaned against the wall, his high and emotions starting to send him in all sorts of directions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 25, 2016 Author Share Posted April 25, 2016 Juho tensed when the other had clearly stated it was for a longer time than he had known him. At the mentioning of getting his friend professional help, he was shot down. It wasn't a surprise, this was what people called as the stage of rejection. They didn't need help, it was fine, they were fine. The only thing he hadn't heard yet was that he wasn't addicted. Which wasn't a surprise, Casey was a guy who was aware, he was probably aware of his addiction as well. He was honest about how long he did it, that was a small relief, only for it to be drug down by the weight of this unwanted feeling of betrayal. His heart was heavy, his mind full of the emotions, ones he never seemed to feel. That was a lie, he felt this when he was with his mother. Her gambling addiction, the drinking. He never thought he would face this addiction with another who was this close to him. Things change. Juho stood up, following the other, finding his friend leaning against the wall. His lips became a thin line, staring at his friend intently. "You need help. Please get help Casey. This could kill you, I don't want to see you die! Please, just let me help you. I wouldn't be able to take it if you died because I didn't help you, Casey. You need to get help, this is getting too dangerous if you've had it for so long," his voice was desperate, pleading. If he could reach Casey, it would be a lot easier for them both. Just because his good friend was doing drugs didn't mean he would shut him out, he was always going to be there with his friend, it included the hardships such as this. Maybe it was a complete surprise the other was doing drugs, maybe he felt hurt his best friend lied to him, that didn't mean he was going to cave and just leave the man. That wasn't how he worked. The redhead stepped forward, reaching his hand out. The other man tensed, shooting him a threatening glare, as if he was going to his the younger boy. "Are you going to hit me? That's fine. Go ahead, I'm fine with you hitting me. If it'll make you feel better so we can rationally talk about this, then hit me. Hit me as many times as you want, beat me for all I care. Just talk to me when it's finished." Juho was desperate to make the other calm himself. He stretched out his arm, closing his eyes, waiting for he other to take a swing, to take a hit at him. The older man meant the world to him. If calming him down meant he needed to get punched a few times, he would take it, only because it was Casey. This was all he could do, all he knew how to do. This man who he thought he knew so well, nothing seemed true now. He had to relearn everything, rebuild this bond. A bond that was supposed to be unbreakable, yet it was broken by a simple discovery. Friendship was terrible, cutting through the heart harder than a romance waiting to be build. You trust a friend for life, it meant so much more to lose them. The green eyes opened, only to the find other still standing there, no swing had been taken. Juho took this opportunity to pry the pill bottle from the other mans hand, dropping it on the floor. He pulled Casey into a hug, holding him there. Even if the redhead was pushed away, he would still stay and make sure the other understood his feelings. He didn't want this to be the end of the only thing nice thing he had in his entire life. "Casey, I'm serious. You need help. The professionals can help you. I understand you don't want to see them, I know it would kill you and your stupid manly pride, but if you... if you die, then you might as well take a knife and put it to my throat. Take me to the grave with you. If you leave me, I'll have nothing left. I need you to stay here, this means you have to stop takin those. They are dangerous for your health, please." His grip became tighter, gritting his teeth. All the words he said were true, nothing except the cold hearted truth, unlike Casey who lied through his teeth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 25, 2016 Share Posted April 25, 2016 Casey heard the voice of his friend behind him, which meant he followed him, like Casey had figured, up the stairs. What he didn't want to hear from the other, was his demand for Casey to get help. Casey shook his head. "No. No. No. I said no!" With each desperate plea from the other Casey's head shook violently as he decided to ignore them. His final desperate plea sent Casey in another shouting rage. "I don't need help! I'm fine! They're just pills, I can handle them! I've been handling them!" He gripped on to his right arm, the hand practically useless after being banged up. "I'm fine..." His voice trailed off as he slapped his forehead against the wall. Really, what was Casey even doing. He knew very well what was happening with him. And he always told himself he was going to get help. Well here it was, standing next to him, pleading with him to get help. But he wouldn't take it, he wouldn't agree to get it. Why, had he fallen into the pits of the addiction far faster then he thought he would? Most likely and it was his own doing. He'd gone so far as to overdose enough where he was out for days. But never enough to end up killing himself. At least that was before, who knew what he was capable of doing now. When Juho stepped forward and tried to reach out a hand, Casey tensed. He didn't have the feeling of hitting his friend, all though deep down it was, and it scared him. Casey was never an aggressive person, especially not towards Juho. But the other had thought otherwise, where in his posture had he made himself look like he was going to hit his friend? Casey shook his head, knitting his brows together, confused at the actions taking place. It was like Juho wanted to get hit. Casey fought back a bubbling urge. He held his wrist back from snapping in Juho's face. That was the last hung he wanted to do. This urge, it wasn't his, the medication, it was their fault. This bottle that laughed at him and mocked him. He clenched his fist around the bottle as he began to shake. When Juho had opened his eyes, wondering why he hadn't been hit, Casey stood shaking, his own eyes clouded with emotions that he was fighting against. The bottle had been pried from his hand at Casey's unknown knowledge. He didn't even hear when the bottle dropped to the floor and rolled away. What he did hear or feel, was the hug he was so suddenly pulled into. Casey tensed, but as the other spoke up, Casey's body began to shake. His head shook from side to side, his hand, shaking itself, came to hide the side of his face. Casey was not an emotional person, but the drugs had abused his nervous system enough to throw them in scattered pieces all over the place. At one point. He was angry, then sad, then angry again, maybe growing happy, all to come down to now. He was scared, afraid of what could happen to him. Casey began crying, silent tears slipping from his eyes and sliding down his cheeks. A strangled whimper came from Casey as Juho held him in the hug still. "Bloody hell...." He wiped the tears away, only for more to produce and slide faster down his cheeks. "I'm scared....I'm just duff.....duff." Casey's body was at a rate of nearly spasming. If he didn't calm himself down, the effects of the pills would probably make him have a ceizure. But how exactly did you calm someone down like that? He wiped away another river of tears, he tried concentrating on anything but what Juho had pleaded with him to do. But it wasn't working to the best of his ability. Even taking big breaths, which came, out shaky and ragged, couldn't even be done right. "I'm afraid...." Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 25, 2016 Author Share Posted April 25, 2016 Juho scowled at the other, his own lie becoming his entire mindset. "If they were just pills that you could handle, you would've stopped by now! How are you handling yourself? This is dangerous!" The redhead was on his own verge of tears, so scared for his friend's health. This was the only person he had, if he lost Casey like he had his mother, he may as well put a gun to his head. His mother left him because of her addiction, he couldn't let this happen to him again, especially not with his only friend. He barely even interacted with his little brother, he literally had no one to call a family anymore. Casey was all he had now, of course he would become possessive of his only friend. "Casey, Casey... stop trying to deny it. You know it's a lie. You're not fine, they aren't just pills, you're relying on them as a reliever." He wasn't stupid, he knew how drugs worked, he never did them, he never saw anyone do them, but it was just the same as alcohol or smoking. It became a reliever for unwanted pain. The redhead pulled from the hug, helping the other man wipe the tears that had taken him over. "Hush, it's okay. What if I don't make you go see them? What if I try to help you first? You have to promise me you'll give it your all, if not, I have no choice but to seek the professionals for help. I know doctors are scary, you don't need them prodding in your life. I'm sorry, I didn't consider your feelings. Don't cry," he murmured, pulling the other back into a hug. Maybe the doctors were terrifying to the eyes of an addict, they could easily ship someone off to a treatment facility, making the situations much worse than before. Not everyone could be fixed by therapy and advice, some didn't need the help of outside people, like Casey. Had he just withdrawn himself from everyone because he was doing drugs? Juho would do his damnedest to help his friend get back on his feet. "Trust me, okay? I won't tell anyone, I won't go to anyone, it'll just be me and you from now on. Okay?" Juho naturally had a way with his words to soothe anyone, finding it odd to see his overly tough friend completely turn into a crybaby. They had work to do, a lot. So many things that could possibly drive his friend mad. He was worried that would happen, not wanting to see Casey turn out to live on the streets from being to overly addicted. From what he saw, he was able to fix this, somehow, someway. It would take the time and patience he had, he just had to be understanding of this. He couldn't rip away the pills immediately, he withdrawals could kill him if they weren't careful. It would be a slow and long process of slowly weaning his friend off the pills. "Be honest with me, was that a drug dealer who called you earlier? Don't cancel, let me go with. I won't be touching anything of course, I need to monitor your intake." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 25, 2016 Share Posted April 25, 2016 Casey's anger grew inside again. "I can...! I just-!" But as soon as he tried to counter against Juho's own anger, the tears the older shed would break him. They would force him to stop his words, causing him to make ugly sobbing sounds, or hiccups that only a child would get from crying. Casey was normally fine with handling the sudden wash of emotions. But normally he never had Juho here with him, shouting at him, demanding he see what he was doing wrong. Casey whipped his hands to his head and held them against his temples. He shook his head, now trying to ignore the tears, which clearly wasn't helping. "I'm not deny-...bloody....." He broke into tears again, and his face in his hands. He wasn't denying it right? He didn't need to, he wasn't addicted....right? But clearly Juho was upset, he wouldn't be other then for the reason of him being addicted. The hug had broken. And Casey felt Juho wiping away the tears he so desperately wanted to end. His gentle voice softened, and Casey looked at the other, realizing he wasn't yelling at him anymore. Casey's eyes grew wide for a moment as he heard Juho's words. Help him? He would? Without the professionals, doctors and nurses? He was quiet as he listened and tried to comprehend exactly what the other meant. When he was pulled back into a hug, Casey's arms twitched to return it. He lifted his arms, but soon dropped them by his sides. The tears that Juho helped wipe away were running less. Casey's tear stained face was read and swollen, and they were sensitive to touch. Maybe....he could get help. Maybe, he wouldn't have to go to some rehab place. Casey decided, he knew back in high school, that the moment he started his habit, that he wanted to stop it. But over the years of doing it more often, he was unable to do so. But unlike now, he never had someone in his life fighting for him. His parents ignored his pleas for help after finding out about his addition. And then when they passed they couldn't help at all. His family had found out and disowned Casey, so he never had any other family member to help him. Teachers, classmates, friends...he had none that would help, none that would care. Casey was alone in this world, unable to stop an addiction he so desperately tried many a times. But now, now he could. Casey had a friend, one who stood in front of him right now, trying his utmost to help Casey. His emotional high was starting to calm down, and he found himself being able to stop the uncontrollable shaking and tears. Casey stood, trying to catch his breath, hand hiding half his face, when Juho asked him about his phone call. After the hug was released again, Casey backed up and slowly slid down the wall behind him. His hand rested on his bent knees, still slightly shaking from the ordeal. He shook his head and closed his swollen eyes. "No...no that wasn't...That was one of the guys I dose up with. He knows the dealers." He looked up at Juho then. "I have the dealers in my contacts, but I've never once met them in person. The other blokes meet them, I just pick up my things from them. That's normally it." When he finished he clasped his hands together and stare down at them instead of his friend. He wanted the help, but he wasn't sure how it was going to happen. And he was still afraid of what would happen. Whether it was with the professionals or not. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 25, 2016 Author Share Posted April 25, 2016 "Stopping you immediately could be fatal. I don't know how much your body relies on it anymore, for that, we have to take this slowly," the redhead said quietly. He pulled from the hug, picking up the bottle of pills on the floor, looking intently at them. He had a high dosage of 40mg, though he wasn't surprised. You needed the higher amounts to get the harder high. "How many of these do you take?" He could assume the other took no more than two, taking three could lead to an overdose from having so many at once. Opioids were tricky, if they were crushed they could be fatal, if they were cut in half they could be just as dangerous. The pill was needed to be swallowed whole to not remain as such a high risk of death, unless the other took to many at once. Then his entire life could be on the line, he wouldn't let that happen. "Is that so? Are you only taking opiates? When are you supposed to meet up with this person? Do you have any other drugs I need to confiscate?" Juho was asking every question except for the one that addresses the elephant in the room, Why didn't you tell me? Why did you lie to me? He wanted nothing more than to hear his friend say that it was a mistake. He knew that wouldn't be the ending result, it wouldn't be the correct answer that he wanted to hear. These questions that he desperately wanted to know the answer to, meant absolutely nothing in the end. It could make or break his friendship, he'd rather live in he world of the unknown, keeping his friend forever, then live knowing without his best friend to be there. He found handle living in a world of lies and secrets if the world of reality was too hard to face. Why was he even here to meet this cruel of reality? Oh, they were supposed to see a movie today. Funny. "The movie. You ditched out on it because you have other plans with other people didn't you? Those plans intended for you to use... Is our friendship that worthless? Don't answer that. That's not why I'm hurt. You didn't tell me, how long have you been lying to me?" His voice was meek, quiet, scared that the answer would be nothing but a stab through the heart. Friendship break ups hurt much more than romance, you're supposed to have a friend forever. However, it seems as if they were not meant to be together for that long. They had nothing in common at all, complete opposites. Maybe this was the way of universe demanding for their friendship to end. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 26, 2016 Share Posted April 26, 2016 Casey watched as Juho bent down to pick up the bottle. The other turned it in his hands to read the label. Casey noticed the slight frown, clearly disliking what he had read. Who wouldn't? He was already using them the wrong way, now Juho found out how high the dosage was. And now, with his question, he would find out how much of that dosage he was taking. Shakily Casey brought up a hand to hide his face in. He leaned forward meeting his hand half way. "I take two....any chance I get." He was being honest now, finding now reason to lie to Juho. Had he lied, he'd probably lose the other completely, and Casey would just dive into the world of addiction once more. And would most likely dwell in it too strongly, eventually killing himself. He already read the newspapers, listened to the news stations, men he knew had died form overdosing. He was afraid of dying, and the last thing he wanted was to die from drugs. Altough, his life seemed to be going that way. Casey shook his head in a negative manner at Juho's next question. "No, heroin....I take that too. But none of it is in the house. Those are all I have." He pointed at the bottle in Juho's hand. Then answered his other question, not first after hesitating in saying it. "T-Tuesday...I don't have work..." Casey tried to think back on the other drugs he had in fact taken. They had shared their pills once before, seeing which ones they liked better. But OxcyCotin seemed to be what Casey liked best. That's why the others he knew were dying left and right. They also snorted, while Casey didn't. However, he wasn't going to deny....ell, he could deny, but would he? Either way, he did on occasion, drink alcohol after taking the OxyCotin, but normally he wound up only taking one pill then. That was what he did last night, and that's why he found himself coming back home only early this morning. The hallway fell silent. The only sounds were their own breathing and some annoying chattering. Oh wait, that was Casey, with his teeth chattering against each other as if he were outside in the middle of winter. The silence stopped when Juho filled thevoid with his voice. "The movie. You ditched out on it because you have other plans with other people didn't you? Those plans intended for you to use... Is our friendship that worthless? Casey felt his hairs stand on end, and at Juho's questions he wanted to instantly answer him. But Juho quickly shut him up. Forcing him to stay quiet. "You didn't tell me, how long have you been lying to me?" Juho's hurt voice made Casey flinch. The last thing he wanted to do was cause his friend such pain. He dropped his hand from his face, resting it back on his knee. "No, no Juho listen...I wasn't going to meet up with anyone. I....I was just tired....I slept longer then I wanted to..." He felt himself unable to answer his friendship question however and only fell quiet. He slowly answered the other's next questions. Not first however with a small snort as hiw own next words. "How about since the day I met you? Or how about since high school?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 26, 2016 Author Share Posted April 26, 2016 "Heroin is a lot more dangerous than just taking opiates. Are you... Are you that insane?" He didn't really mean to ask that question, it wasn't going to help their situation, it wouldn't help Casey. Juho's emotions were flying high. He wasn't able to take all of the pain and suffering in his chest, he would prefer to just to end it all. This pain was all too real, it was similar to his childhood. He felt lonely even when his mother had been there, he felt unwanted. The numbing of alcohol, the thrill and the rush of gambling, it was more important to her than her own sons. They were a roadblock, holding her back from what she truly wanted. His father, he left them all behind, leaving his mother to be burned by her own mistakes. This pain felt as if he was staring at the already rotting corpse of his family, his friends. Somehow the redhead avoided a path of addiction and desire, he kept going straight, making his way perfectly down the righteous path. He knew people behind him who walked the jagged line of life weren't as fortunate as him. He knew this, yet this betrayal that Casey had done. It stung worse than any physical wound, he was entrapped in flames, remaining silent as the pain held high in his chest. This just wasn't fair. This straight line was no good if everyone around him suffered. Case didn't need to suffer, he was still able to be helped, no matter what anyone else thought. "The night before. Did you meet anyone the night before? That's my question! Did you meet anyone before today, is that why you ignored my text?" His voice was becoming desperate to know, as he backed into the other side of the wall, sliding down, siting on the ground. He hugged his knees, listening to the other speak. This was no good, it wasn't fair to him to have to go through this when he wanted someone who was normal. A normal friend who didn't use drugs, who didn't drink alcohol, who was walking down this straight line with him. No one seemed to be though, was the one who wasn't normal? Was he the one who was out of place by staying clean? Did he deserve this? Juho didn't think so, that didn't mean anything. Casey meant something to him though, he was the world to the redhead. The younger boy was so lost and alone, when he tried to reach out for another hand, Casey had taken his, welcome him into his world. This world was shattered, give, it never even existed. He hated this, now he would never have anything without it being ripped away. "I see," was all the younger boy could think to say. It must have been a long time since Casey had started. It was the first day they even met they were already set on the road of betrayal and disdain. This animosity between them could build, it already started. Ignorance was a bliss people would say, at times, it truly was. The war of reality and fantasy was peaceful, you never had to face both of them at once. However, when one had won, it was cruel to have to face either of them. He was stuck with the winner of the war being reality, nothing but a cold and cruel reality set in life for him. "How many times have you blown me off to get drugged up? How many times did you lie or make up an excuse not to see me, just so you could go get your high? That's my last question, don't worry. Answer honestly, that's all I'm asking of you." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 26, 2016 Share Posted April 26, 2016 At Juho's sudden out burst from hearing about the heroin, Casey's shoulders squared. He shot out his own out burst. "I didn't me- it just happ- the other bl-" no matter what Casey tried to shout back only ended up being cut off by his own words. But no matter what he tried to counter it with, he found himself digging deeper and deeper into a hole. Sure it was just a spur of the moment to have tried heroin. But he could have easily stopped it. Instead he followed along, let peer pressure get to him, and started smoking it just like everyone sense was. That's what had done him in too. He'd dropped out of school, he'd followed down the path of an addict. He had places to stay, places that he should never had stayed at. Those days he sat for long hours with other guys and girls getting high on anything they could. The rush he felt made him want more and more, and soon he found himself addicted. Some of the guys he was in with were caught and soon Casey found himself in a rut and unable to get out. You wouldn't consider it lucky, but the fact that Casey went through a time of need for the drugs and couldn't get any, made him start working. Which managed to get him where he was now, with a job that he could afford a place to stay in. No matter how crappy it was, or how dangerous the neighborhood was. Juho's question had Casey sighing with disappointment in himself and he let out a croaked voice. "Dammit Juho...yes, okay. After work I met with some blokes. I did my own things they did theirs. I drank too and....shit, that's why I didn't answer your message." Casey watched with large round eyes as the other stepped back against the wall and slid down, into a position he himself was in. Instead, pulling his legs closer to his chest. Casey let his legs fall and his legs rested out in front of him, his hands resting in the floor beside him. He had hung his head back, resting it against the wall and closed his eyes. He could feel the prickle of tears threatening him again and he tried his best to fight them off. Juho was his only friend. Emphasis on the was. If his answers didn't turn the other around and forced him to leave, then Casey would never see Juho again. Heck, Juho wouldn't need to see him again. If Casey lost Juho, the one person he felt he didn't want to ever lose, then he'd end his life in a moment. The silence had grown steady between them, but at Juho's silent comment to Casey's own scoffing, then the silence grew more uncomfortable. There was no way Casey was going to fix that. He had nothing to say that would make things better. Casey's world never included the hurt and pain of another person, of a friend. But as soon as he had witnessed it first hand, he realized it sucked. Reality was a harsh and brutal world that he had his himself from for many years. At Juho's next question, his voice quiet and calm, more then Casey had wished it weren't. But in a way he was glad it was. His eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling for a little while. Slowly he lowered his head and looked at Juho. "A few times...more then I can count on two hands...but nearly not as much as I actually hung out with you." At this point Casey wasn't sure who he was trying to assure. Was it Juho, who seemed to have a clearer understanding of his own situation. Or was it Casey, who was trying to grasp what he had been doing for all these years. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 26, 2016 Author Share Posted April 26, 2016 "Stop trying to defend yourself, it's getting you nowhere. This situation is serious, this could be fatal. You could die Casey, I mean it. If you don't stop... what am I supposed to do if you overdose trying to get a bigger high? What am I supposed to do if you leave me? I'll be all alone," he shrieks, only to immediately quiet himself, giving an apologetic look. Juho had not meant to snap, it was hard as the emotions were running high, matching the tension in the air. If he didn't remain cool, Casey may end up matching the fire that was burning inside the redhead. He saw the aggression of the other only a few times, drugs could enhance that anger he already felt. They needed to remain calm and cool. Like a snowflake. They swiftly danced through the air, falling to the ground, freezing the heat that had built up overtime. He just needed to be like a graceful snowflake, remain calm. Nothing to it, yet it seemed like it was almost impossible to do. His anger as building inside, sinking deep into his heart from the pain. "I thought so. I really wanted to believe you wouldn't do this kind of thing to me. I trusted you with everything, even my life. Did you take everything I gave you for granted? Did none of this friendship really matter? Casey, you are all I have now. You know the pitiful story of my drunk of a mother. You know my brother didn't turn right out either, following in her footsteps of sleeping around and gambling. You never even cared to share your history, I thought nothing of it. Now I know why you were so secretive with me. That hurts like a bitch to know that you didn't even think about mentioning your own past because of this addiction. Have I not been understanding of you? I thought I have. I'm sorry." Juho was quickly following behind crying. He was emotional guy, his hurt, the natural reaction was to cry. His body shook as he pulled he closed, setting his chin upon his knees. The more emotional he got, the worse he was going to become in the end. He needed to keep calm, keep sane for both of their sakes. "Are you trying to justify yourself? Are you trying to make it seem like just because you hung out with me more than not, it really matters. It sounds like you've done it more than a few times, as you like to call it. More than you can count on two hands? You've lied to me that many times? Just for drugs? Funny. Have I ever once lied to you? I don't think so. If I started to lie to you every chance I got, just to do something else like drugs, how would you feel? Put yourself in my shoes, walk inside my life for just a minute. I care for you so much, I worried when you didn't respond to my text, that's not like you. Only to find out... that text didn't even seem to matter. I see where your priorities sit, I happen to be one of the minor ones," Juho breathed in, his shape tongue finally catching up to him. He stood up, silently heading to the bathroom. He needed to clean up the mess that was made from both of them, it couldn't stay there forever. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 26, 2016 Share Posted April 26, 2016 Casey shot his head to the side as Juho cried out in annoyance, in pain. He clenched his eyes shut as his head faced towards the stairs they had come up moments ago. He wasn't trying to justify himself, was he? He didn't think he was, the words he spoke now were generally honest. But....was he really making things up even now? To try and get Juho to see differently in him. He remained quiet through Juho's words. He was starting to find it hard to say the words he wanted. He could see them in his mind, make out what they meant and why he wanted to say them, but each time he tried, it would come out as something different. Or he'd sense his anger starting to grow inside and he would have to stop himself from talking. However, at his next set of words, his questions, Casey couldn't help but shoot a look at him and said Juho was wrong. Well, Casey thought the other was wrong. "Your wrong! I did't take anything for granted! I truly appreciated all that you'd done for me, all that you told me! I wanted your friendship!" He fell silent at the history of Juho's family, a story he knew very well was true. But when Juho finished Casey spoke again. "I was scared! Knowing about your family, knowing that I was doing what your mum and bruv did. As a friend I didn't want you to know that I was doing the same thing!" He scoffed at his own words. "I didn't want you to know for your own safety, get it? I suppose that doesnt really matter anymore though." Casey noticed the tears pricking at Juho's eyes, but he stayed where he sat and only closed his eyes against watching him cry. "I'm not trying to justify myself, Juho. Wouldn't you rather here I chose you more over the drugs? No? I suppose you wouldn't." He didn't say any more. Instead he let his words hang in the air as Juho took in a breath, stood up and left back down the stairs to the bathroom. Casey wasn't expecting him to clean the bathroom. In fact, Casey would rather have left it like that. But he didn't say anything and only listened to Juho's footsteps through the house. It was a while before he stood up again. The sound of glass being swept up and dumped into a trash can filled his ears as he did so. Casey staggered his way to his bedroom before falling into the mess of his unmade bed. He groaned against it before his body relaxed and he fell into the silence that over powered him at that moment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 27, 2016 Author Share Posted April 27, 2016 For his own protection? None of that was meant for his own protection, he didn't need to lie. He lived through hell once before, he would've been understanding of the addiction. Instead, Casey chose to shut him out. How as this for his own protection? It wasn't, it was for Casey's. Everything the other man said kept contradicting itself. He wanted to believe the other wasn't telling him for his sake, there was nothing that even went along those lines. Casey was the one doing drugs, not Juho. They both knew he was understanding enough to accept this willingly. Yet, that apparently wasn't clear enough for his friend as he tried to use it as an excuse. Hearing his family's addictions be used an excuse hurt much more then he thought it would. His mother and brother may hav had their problems, that gave Casey no right to use them against the redhead. He knew his family had addictions, he knew they had problems. That didn't change the love he felt for them, Case had the same emotions. No, he redhead wanted to hear nothing of the sort. It felt nice to hear that his friend had chosen his many times over the drugs, still, he had lied more then ten times. That fuzzy feeling kept getting washed away by this hurt he felt. He wanted the other to say what he wanted to hear, though he knew it would be nothing but lies. This is what landed him in this state in front of his older friend. He was betrayed because of the lies. He had so much faith and trust in Casey, hearing he didn't answer his message because he was hitting things up, that hurts like hell. The fires were burning his heart, the whips slashing his mind. This intense mental pain only seemed to make him feel much worse than before. Lies and the truth, how do you tell the difference between them? You can't. You're stuck in a rut guessing. Will the next statement be truthful or a lie? It was a gamble each time, the winner got to take the dignity of the other person. How unfair. Juho cleaned the bathroom, staring at the broken shards left in the mirror frame. The bathroom was spotless in no time, able to me it look just as pretty without the mirror. Those shares felt like his complete reality, unable to see everything clearly, only seeing bits and piecies of what's really going on. He walked to Casey's room once he noticed he was gone from the hall, standing in the doorway. "Casey, I'm sorry. My behavior was uncalled for. I know this is hard for you, I just dread the fact you didn't tell me at all. I feel upset, though I'm sure you're going through a really rough time. I want to be there for you through all of this. Can we try and rebuild the friendship while we're at it?" He said softly, closing his eyes. The other may have been sleeping, he could've been talking to a ghost. He still yes red to hear an answer from his friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted April 27, 2016 Share Posted April 27, 2016 Casey knew he had to get help, that he needed help, he knew that. But his mentality fought against the idea. His mind swirled into chaos as he tried to think of how to get help. Many a times, his constant thinking and hope to get help, gave him headaches beyond belief, those headaches drew him into another batch of drugs which only forced the idea of getting help down the gutter. But back then he had no one to help him. His parents were gone, his coworkers joined him and his 'friends' hooked him up with the drugs in the first place. All that he had thought was impossible for him began to swarm around him once more when Juho came into his circle. A circle he was sure was drawn half-assed around him, untrusting of the people and the world around him. But Juho broke through, stepped right over the blockade and appeared before Casey as someone he could so naturally trust. He scoffed at his own thoughts. He trusted Juho enough not to hang out with him on the occasion he wasn't high, but he was never able to tell him of his own addictions. After hearing about Juho's family, Casey had decided to never tell him. Just moments ago he had claimed it was because he was protecting the younger male. Now Casey wondered, was he really protecting the other, or was he protecting himself? Had he actually been protecting Juho, he probably would have told him he had an addiction, the other would have been able to appropriately reacted to his news. But because he kept quiet, it had been clear he was merely protecting himself. Worried that he'd lose the only light he'd found in his blackened world. But even after finding the light, he soon started to abuse it. Ignoring it, or tossing it aside so he could do what he wanted. That wasn't a way to treat a friend, it wasn't the right way to treat Juho, who had personally witnessed exactly what Casey was going through. Casey heard footsteps walking down the hallway, his old floorboards causing me them to creak beneath the weight. The footsteps stopped just in front of his door and he could tell Juho was standing there, leaning against the frame, watching him lay he here, lifeless. Well, at least he was starting to feel lifeless. The small voice of the other broke the silence in the room and Casey focused his hearing on it. Casey remained quiet as he spoke up, being the first to apologize for the behavior they both had towards each other. Juho had just about every right to have been mad at Casey, he wouldn't be upset that their friend had been hiding something such as addiction? Casey groaned as he rolled on to his back and stared up at the ceiling. His right arm rose and his wrapped hand rested against his forehead. "It's not your fault, Juho. You don't have to apologize for my stupidity." Casey honestly believed he was the one at fault. There was no reason for his friend to apologize first. He slowly sat up, letting his hand fall onto his lap. "I want to start over. I want to be a better friend to you. I'm sorry for getting angry earlier." He mumbled his last words. "You didn't have to clean the bathroom.." Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raychu Posted April 27, 2016 Author Share Posted April 27, 2016 "I'm going to apologize anyway. I was still in the wrong to yell at you like that without considering how hard it might be... for you. Starting over would be best. This time, I want honesty from you. Nothing but the complete truth each time. No more lies or excuses to hide away from me, that needs to stop. This needs to stop," Juho demanded. He may have been willing to start over, however the pain that was inflicted in his heart was not yet forgiven or forgotten. He was still hurting from the lies, knowing his friendship had been wasted the first time with the man. This second time, it wouldn't turn out so horribly. He would work with Casey and understand. If anyone could help his friend through what he was going through, it could be him. No, scratch that, not could, it would be him helping Casey. There would be no doctors or psychiatrists to poke and prod at his friend, there would be no rehabilitation centers to drive him mad, it would be just him and Casey. A promise between friends was one that was meant to be kept, he wouldn't dare break it. "I had to clean it. It was messy... I don't like messes. There was blood too. I did it because I wanted to. It helped me clear my head a bit so I can rationally think this over," he said softly, his eyes flickering from Casey to the small window. He didn't know why, he just felt so nervous being around his only friend, or his was only friend. They were restarting everything from this point on. That meant they would build their way up from acquaintances once more, then time, Juhu wouldn't be as trusting and just willing to let the man in whenever. He would be cautious and keep a distance until he was absolutely sure that Casey wouldn't throw him aside and waste him, that he wouldn't lie and betray him, he would be a true friend. Friends didn't always say what one wanted to hear, in Casey's situation, he needed help. His friend didn't want to face it, instead he tried to deny the addiction. It was typical to hear this, did Casey even know when it was enough? Probably not. He seemed to take it more often then not. "Casey. Listen to me. You will stop using drugs, I'll make sure to help you through every bit of it. I promise I will, this means you need to try. If you ever feel like you haven't had enough... call me before doing something drastic. I won't... I'll be there whenever you call, no matter what. Promise me you'll call this time," the words nothing but pure desperation. He didn't want Casey to face his problems alone, he wanted to be there to help the man through the tough times. If Juho couldn't do that then he really was a useless friend who deserved to be thrown aside. He wanted to make the older man understand he wasn't alone anymore. The redhead saw first hand how bad an addiction can become. He lived in a family full of them, yet he was useless, unable to save them from their issues. He sat back and watched as the show played out. It wouldn't be the same this time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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