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"Bloom Later" -Jesse -
September 7th, 2002 9:21pm
"Hi."
His voice was a unique sound—the mixture of a rough, low octave that represented his gender and a symphony of something breathtakingly harmonious no one had ever taken the time to invent. It sounded just like smooth honey, a gentle twang to his tone—Southern. You could listen to it on repeat forever.
You replied with a mirror of his first word to you, the distance between the two of you only a few feet—despite the gap that falls to Mother Nature's floor.
He quietly stated your name with a small 'right?' following it. God, you loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, the southern twang only enchanting the sound of his voice more.
"That's me, the one and only." You joked, your smile only growing wider as your eyes land onto his warm grin. His eyes flickered back to yours, those ocean beauties melting you.
You stood up and walked over to the ledge that was closest to his balcony, sitting on it. He timidly repeated your action, his legs dangling off the concrete ledge.
You got a good look at his frame, which isn't bad in the slightest. It's obvious he did a sport of some sorts, his form being pretty built despite only seeming about a year or two older than you.
"You not have a jacket?" You asked, noticing his slightly shaky body, also out of complete concern since it's really fucking cold.
Brian rubbed the back of his neck before slowly shaking his head, an embarrassed expression on his face.
"I can help with that actually, one second." You got up quickly, your converse sliding against the concrete before beelining it your window.
Charlie had given you one of his old hoodies that he didn't need. Despite him being your twin brother, his physique is much larger than yours, the piece of clothing absolutely enormous on your frame when you wear it. It's simple, only being a solid color, but it serves its purpose well.
You grabbed the golden yellow hoodie out of your closet before jumping out of your window in one motion. You sat back on the ledge facing Brian, feet dangling off the edge.
You tossed the piece of clothing to the teen, him catching it with one hand. His eyes screamed 'thank you' in four different languages.
"Go on, try it on." You egged him to put it on, just to see if it actually fits him.
Brian put the hoodie on, the clothing piece a tad big on him, but that only means there's more room for growth.
"Thank you." He smiled at you, incredibly grateful for your act of kindness. "It was my brother's, but he didn't want it. He said he hated the color." You laughed at the memory, your eyes gazing back at Brian.
Though his blue eyes were already watching you, a toothy smile on his face. You noticed his slight tooth gap.
"No worries."
- October 4th, 2009 8:34pm
Jay handed you a flashlight, your eyes aching from a minor migraine. Despite their pain, you gaze around the outside of the building.
Jay knocked on the door, your heart pounding in your chest. You expected your teenage best friend to open the door and greet you with his toothy smile and warm southern welcomes.
But that didn't happen.
"Brian?" Jay called out, knocking once more.
"I don't think he's home—or he doesn't live here." You muttered, staring at your feet.
"No, he's got t-" Jay was cut off by the door creaking open on his first witty attempt at opening it by simply turning the knob.
"Well, somebody needs to learn to lock their door." Your sarcastic joke causes a laugh to erupt from Jay, his smile illuminated by his flashlight beam.
Though your minute of joy was cut short by Jay shining his light into what looked to be the apartment of either a mentally insane person or it was barraged by a homeless person.
Neither of which sounded like Brian to you.
Your heart sunk at the thought of this actually being where Brian lived—or did live. The scattered and shredded papers on the floor paired with the torn furniture made your worrisome feelings grow further.
You shine your flashlight to the bathroom, your face twisting into an expression of horror as you gaze at the splotches of crimson liquid on the dirty floor.
"Jay!" You screamed the name of your college friend, his footsteps hurriedly stomping towards the direction of your voice as a result.
"There's fucking blood!" You pointed to the thick liquid, Jay's eyes gazing at it.
"We gotta call the police, this is fucking insa-"
"No!" Jay stammered out quickly. "I.. uh, no, we can't do that." His words got quieter, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
"What? Why? We don't even know who's blood that is! It could be Brian's! Plus, even if there wasn't blood, this apartment is trashed as ever. No sane person would live here."
Jay sighed, his eyes finally connecting to yours.
"There's some things I should probably explain to you."
