cambox | (no subject)

[Oh. If that's all.]

Thank you. I'll try my best. [She will smile at Gold's Mom!

But you can bet your ass that smile is no longer there when she knocks on Gold's door and steps in without waiting for his reply. Hello, best friend!]

Gold?

Go away.

[muffled]

No. I heard you had a fight with Silver.

[She will go in and she will close the door and how do you -- ah yes, there, locked. Look at these crossed arms and this angrily concerned face.]

[he's laying on his bed with his head turned away

he's not moving from this spot he looks and feels awful]

It's nothin'.

[It's never nothing with you, you oversized drama queen.

Does he mind if she sits on his bed? On the edge. She feels like she's going to need to sit down for this.]

It's something if you don't feel well.

[...

if it wasn't his best friend, he would tell them to go away and that he's fine

shit he needs silver to be his best friend boyfriend

would silver even want to be those things anymore though

man]

Yeah, we had a fight. I wanted space so I asked him for some and he got real pushy about it and left and then when he came back he got really mad. Then he stormed out and he hasn't come back.

[This certainly doesn't sound completely biased in gold's favor whatsoever!

But Crystal is his friend, so she'll give him the benefit of the doubt. Just for the moment.]

There has to be more to that. What'd you say to him?

I told him to go away and that he was bothering me. That's all.

That doesn't sound like asking.

[shut up]

Whatever. What're you doin' over here, anyway?

[first escape attempt: divert the conversation]

[No.]

I came over to hang out with you, but your mom told me you weren't feeling well because you had a fight with your boyfriend, so now I'm here to cheer you up. [Or bust his balls. It's probably going to be the latter.] Too busy moping to hang out with your best friend?

I got time for you.

[c'mere, let him bury his face into your lap and then he'll just lay his head sideways

you can probably see that he has puffy eyes

he didn't want crys to see him like this but it's gonna be unavoidable if she wants to stay and cheer him up]

[Sore eyes is a new sight on Gold.]

You tell him to go away and that he's a bother, and you're the one crying about it. [Please. At least she's gentle with touches. Although the only touch he's getting is her hand on his shoulder.] Do you want to talk about it?

[She says "do you want to talk about it" but she means "we are going to talk about this".]

We're gonna talk about it anyway.

[can't you at least pet his head or something?]

[No, that would be rewarding.]

We are. [A sigh. Honestly...] You two have been pretty much inseparable since you got together, and you've seemed really happy since then. What's wrong?

... I wanted space, that's all. Got tired of hanging out so much since we've been attached at the lips. And hips. Like you said, inseparable. I need time to myself though, you know?

[groan he's gonna sound miserable in a sec

(drama queen)]

I uh. I might've been a bit harsh towards him. But it doesn't matter now 'cause he took all his clothes and he hasn't come back and I ain't sure if he's gonna wanna come back.

There are better ways to tell him that than saying he's bothering you and for him to go away, you know. But I can't really imagine that'd make him take everything and leave.

[Basically:

What else did you say, Gold.]

How harsh are we talking here?

[he's thinking back on it, okay

let him think]

I called him my problem. And told him to go bother someone else.

[Wow.]

Don't give me that look.

What look?

[you know the look]

[The one that says he knows better, or that he should?]

I'm just surprised you'd call him a problem, considering you were the one who decided to house him. [Oh.] Which is the exact reason why he's going to come back, probably. He doesn't have anywhere else.

[...She would not wish her mom on anyone, so yeah, Gold's place is the only one.]

I know, I know! I'm terrible, awful, horrible boyfriend. No, I'm just a bad friend. Right? What kinda person am I to do that to him? [toss him a pity party]

[No.]

One who isn't going to layabout in his bedroom crying about how terrible he is and who is going to, instead, do something about it.