boys will be boys, baby

[gareth nash brace]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BOYS WILL BE BOYS. Things had changed. That much was obvious to Gareth, who honestly skimmed over things like that on a regular basis. If it was obvious to someone like him... well, yeah, it would be obvious to practically everyone who knew him. He was oblivious to most things that had to do with himself, which may have sounded weird, but it wasn't. Gar's inferiority complex prevented him from caring too much about himself, and the few co-dependent relationships that he had made had prevented him from even bothering to take care of himself for quite a while. He'd lost a lot of weight, gotten quieter and a lot more timid, and... no, that hadn't been healthy, not at all. With some help, though, Gareth had managed to fix a few things. The photographer was never going to agree to go to a counselor, or even tell his boyfriend or sister what was going on, but help had still been provided. Not intentionally, but when the mafia had launched an attack on the school, Gareth had been shocked out of his own little world. Maybe it hadn't really been his world, though. After all, his place in it was simply to provide things for the people that he cared about. It was a world that had him hanging on a thread, because he had been almost at the point where he didn't have a place in said world anymore. No, he hadn't been thinking about suicide or anything like that, but there was a point where he would simply cease to care about his own needs and completely focus on others. He hadn't reached that point, luckily, and once again things had taken a turn. For the worse or the better, though, he had no idea, and Gareth didn't really want to find out. Things had gotten to a new point, where he was just pulling himself along and trying not to have a mental breakdown before his only source of relief came and dragged him out of his self pity. Because he only had one of them now, didn't he? It had almost been a trade off, really. He'd started out with Sasha providing him with his self esteem, and then Cass had entered his life, and he'd spent a few happy months with both of them in his life. Cass had actually brought out some of the emotions that Gareth had been locking up for so long, and no, he was nowhere near the stoic person that he had been before he had met Cass. Of course, along with feelings, there was the inferiority complex in full blast... but he had dealt with that! Sasha had helped him with that, and now she couldn't anymore, because she was dead. Yes, dead. Gone. Killed in the mafia attack, and it had certainly pulled Gareth out of the world where he cared about everyone except himself. With Sasha gone, he'd been dragged into a pool of pity and self loathing, hating himself for still being alive when his best friend was gone. She hadn't deserved to die. If anyone had deserved that, it was him. What use did he serve? Not a single one. When he'd been pulled back into his own mind, though, Gareth had actually started noticing the things that he was doing to himself. Starving himself, for one thing. He'd been giving all his food to other people, which was why he had lost so much weight. He also hadn't been getting much sleep, staying up all night with Cass and simultaneously trying to keep up with all the homework that he was getting from school. It brought a single question into his mind: why was he doing this to himself? When he hadn't been able to come up with answer to it, he'd tried to pull himself out of the rut of helping people, and it had sort of worked. Now he only obsessively helped certain people, mainly Cass and Simeon. Though Simeon was... yeah, that was an odd relationship that he didn't really want to think about at the moment. Considering Simeon had yelled at him and abandoned him in the middle of Paris while they were both drunk... Well, that was exactly why he was here at this very moment, leaning his forehead against the door to his apartment and trying to find the courage to open it. He'd left the house two days ago, and this was the first time that he was back home since Simeon had convinced him to meet him at Pure. Sure, Simeon had taken up a good block of the time, but who had accounted for it all after around three in the morning yesterday? Obviously, Cass, who had found Gareth drunk and semi-unconscious in a park after they'd had another stupid little fight over their phones. Then Gar had stayed at Cass's house for a day, hungover and incapable of texting his sister to let her know where in hell he was. And then? Well, he'd simply been distracted by Cass last night... and school today had diverted his attention... He didn't even want to imagine how upset his little sister was going to be, which was why he simply couldn't bring himself to turn the damned handle and push open the door to their apartment. Gareth had been gone for approximately forty eight hours, without contacting his sister in any way. Oops? Finally gathering the will power to do so, Gar opened the door, nervously stepping into the small apartment that he and his sister shared. ”Chelsea?” he called out softly, glancing over at the living room, where his sister normally always was. ”I'm sorry that I didn't call you or anything, but I wasn't really able to yesterday, and today I kind of got distracted, and...” he trailed off with the excuses after a moment, taking another step into the room and closing the door behind him. ”Just... sorry. I didn't mean to make you worried.” Gareth simply wasn't used to people being worried about him, that was all. That was just another thing that he'd have to get used to, he supposed. After a childhood of hating his sister, he hadn't expected her to care about him. Yet now Gareth knew that Chelsea really did, and well... at least he was already used to the feeling of guilt that was currently chewing away at his stomach. (notes) : so much muse... (tag) : chelsea ♥ (words) : 1072

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Chelsea had been studying a lot lately, trying to make good grades in order to get into La Lumineuse once she was old enough too. She wanted to go as a dancer and she had around one to two years to go before she could. But one thing was making her so determined on getting there. It wasn't her parents, but her brother that she wanted to make proud. He was always someone she looked up to even if they got on each others nerves often. Right at that point, she was sitting in the living room worried half to death at where in the world her older brother was. 'He could have been kidnapped....or raped and killed in an alley somewhere....or in the hospital...' she thought.

Gareth had been missing for two days and the younger female was ready to call the police to file a missing person's report when she heard the door open. Looking up, she saw her older brother. At that point, she had lost her conscious and didn't listen as he spoke. That moment on the couch in the apartment was gone and she ran over and wrapped her arms around his waist and started crying. “You idiot, where have you been?! You have no clue how worried and scared I was that something had happened to you!” she cried out, tears staining her face and most likely his shirt. “I was ready to call the fucking police to file a missing person's report! Gareth why did you disappear like that and not tell me? You never tell me anything!” she screamed at him slightly.

Of course, it was a normal reaction to someone who cared so much about her brother. Chelsea sighed and hugged onto Gareth closer. “Why would you do that to me, Gareth? I was so scared something horrible had happened to you...” her voice was calm this time, but shaky.