Spontaneous Drabble/Oneshot. Could go along with Losing Control.
Dedicated to a friend, whom I love dearly.
D/c: I don't own the Covenant boys.
Warnings: Could be taken as slash, could be taken as brotherly love. Pretty much pointless.
Enjoy.
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Once again, Reid Garwin was pretending to be sick to get out of class. He usually laid around his and Tyler's dorm room, watching T.V. or sleeping. Today however, his mind wouldn't stop reeling. All he could think of was the disapproving look Tyler had given him as he complained to the teacher of feeling ill. And other than not being able to sleep peacefully, there was nothing on T.V., so he was bored out of his mind. Because of his boredom, Reid decided to snoop in his best friend's desk drawers.
Now, usually, Tyler's desk was organized and spotless. However, when Reid opened the bottom drawer, he blinked back surprise. The drawer was filled with papers shoved haphazardly to fit. He reached in and took out a handful of papers. Shuffling through them, his eyes darted over each one, taking in words and doodles. There was one paper that had a photograph paper-clipped to it. The paper was torn and wrinkled, and the pencil scrawled on it was fading.
Reid looked over the picture and smiled. It was an old picture of the Sons of Ipswitch. The picture was folded in half, only showing the thirteen year old Reid giving the twelve year old Tyler a piggy-back ride. Reid knew the picture well and knew that the other two brothers were laying in the grass beside them, under the folded half of the image. He focused on the boys' faces and saw the laughter overtaking them, all the way up to their sparkling eyes. Their cheeks were flushed red and wide smiles graced each boy's face as they played. Reid removed the picture from the paper and read over the words written there.
Love, a traitorous emotion,
that which turns the most intelligent of men into fools,
eats away at those who only wish to express it.
Suicide in it's truest form,
taking pain to please...
In that, I love, I give, I take.
Is it enough?
Reid froze, holding the picture in one hand and the poem in the other. The rest of the papers fell from his hand, but he didn't notice. He looked between the photograph and the poem several times, beginning to feel Tyler's arms around his neck once again from his memories. Reid could feel the bitter lump building in his throat and knew he had to put the papers back before Tyler found out.
Placing the papers back where they belonged, he took one last look at the photo and smiled sadly. He closed the drawer and flopped back on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the kid's poem had meant, but he could only guess. Reid knew that he was never meant to see it, and maybe it would have been better if he would have kept out of Tyler's stuff, but it was too late now. Closing his eyes, he pictured the old photo once more and fell into a peaceful sleep, Tyler's laughter ringing in his ears.
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Hmm? It might fit with Losing Control somewhere.
Any comments?
Till next time,
-J X
