Coffee and Cigarettes

All That We've Lost

     I didn't die, I swear.
Well uh. Not yet.
Anyway!
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~Cecil

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From: Seababy 😉

     Hey Charlie!

     Charles looked down at his phone as it went off and smiled a bit, moving away from James Reynolds and John Adams as he texted back.

     To: Seababy 😉

    Hey Sam 😄
    What's up????

     From: Seababy 😉

    I need to talk to you.
It's really important.

To: Seababy 😉
Uh well im hangin in the courtyard with Reynolds and Adams. If it's that important I could come back to your dorm???

There was a few minutes delay before Sam replied.

      From: Seababy 😉

     No no that's ok.
    I'm on my way, see u then 💕

     Charles smiled a bit. "Hearts again? God he's ad-"
     "Hey who ya textin, Lee?!"
He jumped a bit and nearly dropped his phone in the rush to put it in his pocket.
"No one!"
James Reynolds raised a brow. "That's a blunt lie. C'mooonnnn you can tell ussss," he grabbed on to Lee's arm with a smile, though the grip was a bit more right than Charles would have liked. "We're your friends.."
      Lee flinched. "...Sammy."
     "'Sammy'?" John Adams called with a laugh. "That little gay boy who skips around everywhere?"
    The other balled his hands into fists as Reynolds' grip on his arm tightened.
     "Ay, we asked a question!" Reynolds hissed.
     "...yes..." Charles mumbled, using whatever self control he had to not slap either of the two for the way they talked about Samuel.
    "The hell're you talkin to that fag for?" Adams raised a brow.
    "Shut your mouth, John. Don't you say that bout 'im-"
     "It's true, ain't it, James?" Adams looked over to Reynolds, who shrugged and nodded.
     "Oh hell!" Charles jerked back from Reynolds' hold. "Both of you shut up about Sam already. Whaddya know anyway?"
     James' eyes narrowed a bit as he crossed his arms.
     "What do you know anyway?" He retorted. "That giddy little princess of a man has barely been 'ere for a month or two. And here you are, huggin' him in movies? Y'think I didn't notice that stunt y'pulled last night? Whatcha doin' hanging around lil 'Sammy' so much, huh, Lee? You ain't a kind soul-"
     "Shut your trap," Lee interrupted, fighting down the blush that threatened to tint his face. "Shut your damn mouth, Reynolds, you don't know shit about me. I ain't the nicest, sure, but I'm not about to let some kid suffer in a new place."
"Aw bullshit!" Adams laughed. "You socked that George kid in the face when he arrived just cause he asked you where buildin' H is!"
"Fuck off Adams!"
"Whaddya just say t'me, Lee?!" John narrowed his eyes. "You wanna start shit, man, I'm just sayin the truth!"
"Shut up, you ain't even in this conversation!"
The two got threateningly close to each other and Reynolds rolled his eyes, shoving Lee away from Adams.
"Botha you cut it out," Reynolds hissed, turning to Lee. "Listen we're your friends, Lee, and we're just makin sure that little fag doesn't get in your head."
Charles balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth as he heard how the other addressed Samuel.
"...Sam ain't gettin in my head, Reynolds," he growled.
"Just makin' sure." Reynolds paused and poked Lee's chest, glaring down at him. "Cause y'know what 'appens to queers like him."
Lee resisted the urge to punch his 'friend' in the face as he jerked back.
"Yeah. I know.."
Charles shouldered his bag as he walked off to a bench, just trying to get away from the others. He sighed and looked down at his text messages.