[Nothing had gone right. Nothing since that wonderful, unbelievable moment Michael had fallen ass-backwards into dating Rich, somehow. That had been such a high point, so amazingly awesome, that if he had been a pessimist like Jeremy he would have been sure tragedy was soon to follow.
Jeremy would have been right.
First the fire, and that whole disaster. He hadn't gone a week without a panic attack since then. What he wouldn't fucking give for some weed in this stupid place. But then it had to just keep right on sucking because Jake had to start avoiding them. More and more as time went on until almost a week went by and Michael nor Rich had seen him. Michael is about ready to form a brute squad to go looking for the kid. What if he got himself into mortal danger again?! Nobody in the world has a worse sense of self-preservation!
He's nearly frantic as his search takes him all over the castle, room after room. He stops giving a shit about not scaring Jake off and starts calling his name. He feels a panic attack rising like squeezed-out bile in his chest.]
Jake! Jacob Dillinger! I'm going to have a heart attack and die if you don't at least show your face so I know you're okay! Please!
[He's hoarse and so desperate and scared.
He keeps thinking of Rich, back in their room, crying because he's sure Jake hates him now. He thinks of Jake, the look on his face when he told them all those bullshit excuses. Stony, empty. Not the Jake Michael knew. Not the Jake who encouraged him to be himself, and told him it would be safe to come out, and gave him the rainbow flag patch.
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Date: 2018-01-05 12:29 am (UTC)Jeremy would have been right.
First the fire, and that whole disaster. He hadn't gone a week without a panic attack since then. What he wouldn't fucking give for some weed in this stupid place. But then it had to just keep right on sucking because Jake had to start avoiding them. More and more as time went on until almost a week went by and Michael nor Rich had seen him. Michael is about ready to form a brute squad to go looking for the kid. What if he got himself into mortal danger again?! Nobody in the world has a worse sense of self-preservation!
He's nearly frantic as his search takes him all over the castle, room after room. He stops giving a shit about not scaring Jake off and starts calling his name. He feels a panic attack rising like squeezed-out bile in his chest.]
Jake! Jacob Dillinger! I'm going to have a heart attack and die if you don't at least show your face so I know you're okay! Please!
[He's hoarse and so desperate and scared.
He keeps thinking of Rich, back in their room, crying because he's sure Jake hates him now. He thinks of Jake, the look on his face when he told them all those bullshit excuses. Stony, empty. Not the Jake Michael knew. Not the Jake who encouraged him to be himself, and told him it would be safe to come out, and gave him the rainbow flag patch.
He's wringing his hands in his hoodie.]
Please...