Never Alone

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"Thanks for the ride man." Elliot climbed out of the beaten up Land Rover with a nod to Shawn, the blonde hunk who had both put a roof over his head and given him a way to get around town. Elliot hadn't really known where to turn to after his sudden exodus, the idea of not having a place to rest his head becoming a lot more alarming now that it was actually happening to him. He supposed he was lucky that Shawn had been there to quite literally pick him up off the curb.

It was one thing to run away from home with no intent to return, it was an entirely different ordeal to suddenly be hit with the painful realisation that you had no place to stay. It had made Elliot feel so much smaller, everything that towered above him becoming so much more giant like as began to fully recognize the severity of his situation. He had no home. He was out and alone in a world that felt nothing for him. The path beneath his feet was nothing but something for his feet to tread on. The sky above his head was nothing but something for him to perish under. Everything was so much crueller. So much larger and unforgiving. The world seemed so much greater than it had ever been before. And it terrified him. 

But he couldn't go back. Not now. Not now that he had unsheathed the weapons from his satchel and lodged them right into the heart of his family. He had disrupted a blissful ignorance that had allowed him, as well as the rest of his family, to breathe. But now he had broken that and, as a consequence, the world was attempting to strangle him.

Shawn, by contrast, much preferred to strangle the world. If things didn't go his way, he bended and warped them until they did. He wasn't one to sit back and watch things take their course and he never intended to be. He took advantage of every opportunity that presented itself and played it into his hand, no matter how small or dismal the opportunity may have been. 

There were, however, several things that he would never take advantage of. Things that he cared for. Things that had cared for him too many times in the past for him to warp into a thing of his desire. Elliot Davis was one of these things.

Shawn was a really ***** friend but he was, first and foremost, a bro. Thus meaning that he would always stick to his wolf pack and follow it wherever they went. For, if he did not, he would burn his bridges down to pebbles and, unfortunately, pebble bridges would leave him stranded, alone and very much vulnerable to the other predators that resided in an educational community.

So, in an attempt to be a slightly less ***** friend (because he was fully aware that he had no idea how to be one) he had picked Elliot up off the curb and offered him a place to stay. His parents, being on a honeymoon in Ibiza, didn't bat an eyelid at the thought of a second occupant in their apartment.

"No problem dude." He gave Elliot a pat on the back as he locked up the car and stuffed the keys into his back pocket. "Just don't blame me for driving you here when you experience another day of hell."

Elliot laughed then, using one hand to adjust the backpack strap on his shoulder and the other to give Shawn a light punch on the shoulder. "College isn't that bad."

Shawn shook his head and let an over-exaggerated sigh escape his lips. "I don't know man, school sucks pretty bad."

"The only reason you're even here right now is because of the chicks."

"Ah, Elliot, my man, you know me so well."