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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 19:20:56 GMT -5
Broadway sat on the stage, feeling absolutely miserable. He was glad the theatre was closed, he didn't feel like dealing with anyone at that particular moment. Beside him sat a glass of liqour, next to that, a half-empty bottle.
Asher sighed and leaned back so far that he laid on the stage. He closed his eyes and felt like crying. Why him? Why couldn't he be normal like everyone else? Before, he'd had crushes on girls-not enough for a first kiss, but still-and now, he felt like they were all his sisters. But when he saw that boy in the park, the one talking to Street, his heart had begun to beat faster and his breathing came quicker and his palms began to sweat. Then there was the butterflies... He grumbled something that sounded a little like 'stupid butterflies' and then was silent.
He thought he heard the door to the theatre open, but he dismissed it. Medda had given him a key to come here whenever he wanted, she had done that for workers too. Perhaps it was Toby or another worker? What if he'd left the door open? Asher shrugged this off, not really caring what happened to him at this point as he wallowed in his depression.
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Post by Buttercup on Sept 19, 2009 19:32:27 GMT -5
Buttercup strolled into the hall he had remembered Medda telling him that his cap was in the back by her dressing area. He ran a hand through his hair and watched his feet with his stunning eyes. He looked up once he reached the main area of the hall and saw the boy on the stage. He tilted his head in a look of curiousity and smiled clearing hs throat,"havin' a one man party are we?"he asked laughing slightly as he walked down the rows of tables and chairs til he was a good 5 feet from the stage. He looked the boy over and knew something had to be bugging the kid, he looked miserable. He stood and rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet as he put his hands in his pockets.
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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 19:42:20 GMT -5
Asher sat up straight at the sound of the voice. He felt his stomach clench. "No, I ain't havin' a 'one man party'." He said, his voice shaking. It wasn't good for anybody to be here right now, especially a boy, and especially a boy like this one. Asher stood, finished his drink and set the glass down. "Well, do you want something?" Asher asked him, trying to avoid his eyes. If he looked, they would draw him in, and then he'd really be in trouble. The boy was probably here for Medda. He turned to him slightly, then decided to throw caution to wind and he sat on the stage, his legs swinging back and forth.
"Medda ain't here." Asher muttered, feeling even more depressed. This boy was probably another one of Medda's followers, he was probably competely in love with her. Asher sighed, like he really expected to find another boy like himself... Asher glanced at him. The boy seemed only a little older then himself, and he was handsome, even better looking then that boy in the park. Asher blushed and averted his eyes to the ceiling, becoming suddenly very interested in the decorations.
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Post by Buttercup on Sept 19, 2009 20:09:01 GMT -5
"I ain't lookin' fer Medda, I jus' left meh hat in the back a few days ago hadn't gotten time ta get it til today...."he said he watched Asher and his eyes sparkled at his thoughts. The boy was cute, and even more so in a depressed state. He looked down at his feet pushing the thought away this was not ok....he tried to at least tell himself it wasn't ok for years now. He continued rocking back and forth on his heels and looked back up at Asher. "Meh name's Buttercup, whats yers? I seen you around before yer a Bronx kid ain't ya?"he asked he knew he had seen Asher around somewhere.
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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 20:18:40 GMT -5
"I ain't lookin' fer Medda, I jus' left meh hat in the back a few days ago hadn't gotten time ta get it til today...."he said he watched Asher and his eyes sparkled at his thoughts. The boy was cute, and even more so in a depressed state. He looked down at his feet pushing the thought away this was not ok....he tried to at least tell himself it wasn't ok for years now. He continued rocking back and forth on his heels and looked back up at Asher. "Meh name's Buttercup, whats yers? I seen you around before yer a Bronx kid ain't ya?"he asked he knew he had seen Asher around somewhere.
Asher nodded, likely story. "Why were you back stage?" He demanded. Asher sighed. "My name's Asher, though mostly people call me Broadway." He muttered. "Yeah, I'm a Bronx kid, but I work here too. Medda's been training me to be an actor." He watched the boy rock back and forth. "Do you wanna sit down? There's a whole stage up here..." He informed him, gesturing to the stage around him. "I also have drinks. I got it from Medda's personal stash, so it's the good stuff." Asher sighed and resumed kicking the stage and studying the ceiling. Like the boy would want to sit on the stage with him-a stranger. Then he looked at him, Buttercup's eyes were twinkling. It was like magic how they drew Asher in. "I ain't never heard of a name like Buttercup before... Why do they call you that?" he asked, then he blushed and looked away, aware that he'd been staring at the boy.
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Post by Buttercup on Sept 19, 2009 20:39:41 GMT -5
Buttercup nodded and sat on the stage next to Broadway,"she's helping meh wit meh writing and I love to listen to music so she lets meh watch her rehearsals sometimes,"he explained. He smiled at Broadway's interest in his name,"it's quite simple actualleh, I love peanut butter..."he said and he smiled slightly,"and according tah most people I'm sweet,"he added. He looked at the bottles sitting next to them,"ya doin' ok, ya seem like ya got alot goin' through yer head fer someone as young as you and I...."he said, he looked down slightly he knew nobody could be like him so he wondered what Broadway's situation was.
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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 20:50:20 GMT -5
Buttercup nodded and sat on the stage next to Broadway,"she's helping meh wit meh writing and I love to listen to music so she lets meh watch her rehearsals sometimes,"he explained. He smiled at Broadway's interest in his name,"it's quite simple actualleh, I love peanut butter..."he said and he smiled slightly,"and according tah most people I'm sweet,"he added. He looked at the bottles sitting next to them,"ya doin' ok, ya seem like ya got alot goin' through yer head fer someone as young as you and I...."he said, he looked down slightly he knew nobody could be like him so he wondered what Broadway's situation was.
Asher laughed. "Peanut butter, huh? Not a fan of the stuff myself." He smiled, and thought about what the boy had said. Everyone said he was sweet. Well, Asher was sold. "Medda helps me with my singing and acting. I want to be a professional someday. Do you want to write novels or something?" Asher asked him, turning to look at him.
He smiled sadly. "It ain't just my mind I'm having problems with. It's myself. I don't know what I want anymore... Who I want anymore..." Asher whispered the last part. "You're really as young as me? I'm only fourteen, see." Asher chuckled and leaned back on his elbows, his feet now on the stage. Asher fiddled with his collar absently. "You got yourself a goil?" He asked in what he hoped was a non-chalant manner. What the hell am I doing?! He screamed in his mind. He was playing with fire, and even though he was enjoying talking to this boy-in fact he was happier then he'd been since he found out he was gay-he knew he'd get burned... eventually.
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Post by Buttercup on Sept 19, 2009 20:58:15 GMT -5
Buttercup looked down at Asher and tilted his head,"Novels? that'd be nice I dunno if I'm that talented, it's more of a hobby I guess..."he murmured. He tilted his head as Asher spoke of his problems, he didn't quite understand yet he thought he may understand abit more than others. "Do I got a goil? nah....I ain't one fer well...."he trailed off he just met the kid. "I'm 15, close enough right?"he changed the subject momentarily as he contemplated on how to finish his answer to it.
"Well I ain't really inta the feminine type thing..."he murmured, he wondered if he sounded stupid or just ridiculous,"I mean a course goils are pretteh especially Street and Poet ya know, but I dunno it's not meh thing..."he mummbled hoping the kid wouldn't think he was a complete loon.
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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 21:13:21 GMT -5
"Well I ain't really inta the feminine type thing..."he murmured, he wondered if he sounded stupid or just ridiculous,"I mean a course goils are pretteh especially Street and Poet ya know, but I dunno it's not meh thing..."he mummbled hoping the kid wouldn't think he was a complete loon.
Asher glanced at him quickly. Not his thing? Asher grinned before he could help it, to hide his grin he poured himself a drink. "Same here," He said without thinking. Then he dropped the glass, realizing what he had said. "I-I mean..." Asher stuttered, trying to sweep up the glass while he was on his knees. Then he gave up, "I don't know what I mean..." He sighed and sat back on heels, where he looked at Buttercup. "Well," He started, before fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "I know exactly what I mean, but other don't. You certainly wouldn't." He murmured, looking down and blushing.
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Post by Buttercup on Sept 19, 2009 21:21:30 GMT -5
Buttercup smiled and laughed softly as he scooped up some glass and looked into Broadway's eyes. "Asher.... I can see it, I ain't dumb I used ta be like you... not knowin' what ta do, who ta trust, whether my feelings were ok or not, truth is it's ok, and ya don't gotta hide it from EVERYONE, but ya can't go flauntin' it around eida, it's hard, I know, but yer not a bad person fer feeling the way you do.....and yer a great guy so far as I can tell..."he added as he looked down and avoided Asher's eyes afraid he'd get pulled in. He knew exactly what Asher was going through, he had gone through it 3 years ago.
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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 21:26:52 GMT -5
Buttercup smiled and laughed softly as he scooped up some glass and looked into Broadway's eyes. "Asher.... I can see it, I ain't dumb I used ta be like you... not knowin' what ta do, who ta trust, whether my feelings were ok or not, truth is it's ok, and ya don't gotta hide it from EVERYONE, but ya can't go flauntin' it around eida, it's hard, I know, but yer not a bad person fer feeling the way you do.....and yer a great guy so far as I can tell..."he added as he looked down and avoided Asher's eyes afraid he'd get pulled in. He knew exactly what Asher was going through, he had gone through it 3 years ago.
Asher felt his breath leave him as Buttercup looked into his eyes. It was there, the answer to all his questions. Asher snapped back into reality and scooped up some more glass, but he dropped the bits he had collected when he brushed Buttercup's hand. "Sorry," He murmured. "But... Are you saying... You're like me?" Asher asked slowly and carefully, ready to be crushed when the boy laughed him off and made fun of him. Asher blushed and looked down at the floor of the stage. There was a very interesting scratch mark. Probably Medda's shoes, he thought distractedly.
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Post by Buttercup on Sept 19, 2009 21:34:11 GMT -5
He tilted his head and finished picking up the glass,"that's well.....exactly what I'm sayin'..." he admitted. He had never really told anybody about it, ever. He looked up at Asher and smiled weakly,"yer not alone,"he said softly and absently he dropped the glass and took one of Asher's hands in his and looked down at their hands,"we're not alone, it's not tha most common thing, but we ain't the only ones who feel this way Asher,"he assured. He was contemplating on whether to let go of his hand or not, but he really didn't want to.
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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 21:40:27 GMT -5
He tilted his head and finished picking up the glass,"that's well.....exactly what I'm sayin'..." he admitted. He had never really told anybody about it, ever. He looked up at Asher and smiled weakly,"yer not alone,"he said softly and absently he dropped the glass and took one of Asher's hands in his and looked down at their hands,"we're not alone, it's not tha most common thing, but we ain't the only ones who feel this way Asher,"he assured. He was contemplating on whether to let go of his hand or not, but he really didn't want to.
Asher smiled happily, then he grinned. This boy-gorgeous, sweet, and caring-was like him? Asher blushed deeply when Buttercup took his hand, but... It felt so right. He held Buttercup's hand back. "That's good to hear." He murmured. "What's your real name?" Asher asked.
He looked into Buttercup's eyes and then he leaned in very slowly. "I'm glad I'm not alone, I never want to be alone..." He whispered in Buttercup's ear. "Will you stay with me, for a little bit at least?" He asked him and then he pulled away a bit, not as far as before, and he bit his lip, waiting for his answer.
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Post by Buttercup on Sept 19, 2009 21:45:36 GMT -5
He blushed slightly but managed to hide it,"Tyler Nathan Marset..."he replied to Asher's question. He still held his hand and he smiled, he finally had someone to relate to, someone like him, who was cute too. He nodded,"of course I'll stay with ya fer awhile, I'm a Bronx newsie anyway, so if ya want I can stay wit ya til yer readeh ta go and we can go back ta the lodgin' house together..."he suggested, of course he knew that this was something they'd have to keep on a certain hush hush level cause if the older boys found out about how they were, they'd be in big trouble.
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Post by Asher on Sept 19, 2009 22:08:47 GMT -5
He blushed slightly but managed to hide it,"Tyler Nathan Marset..."he replied to Asher's question. He still held his hand and he smiled, he finally had someone to relate to, someone like him, who was cute too. He nodded,"of course I'll stay with ya fer awhile, I'm a Bronx newsie anyway, so if ya want I can stay wit ya til yer readeh ta go and we can go back ta the lodgin' house together..."he suggested, of course he knew that this was something they'd have to keep on a certain hush hush level cause if the older boys found out about how they were, they'd be in big trouble.
"Tyler..." Asher whispered. Then, he leaned in and very gently, kissed Tyler on the cheek. Then, he kissed him again, this time on the lips. Asher pulled back, please with himself. It was his first kiss, and it had been a nice one. "I like it, your name." He smiled, looking down at the floor again. He grinned at Tyler, he had taken the intiative and it had paid off very well. "You know, I'm happy. For the first time in my life, I'm happy."
But Asher shook his head. "I don't mean here," he gestured to the theatre. "I meant, will you stay here?" He pointed to his heart. "At least for a bit?" He asked softly, begging him with his eyes.
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