And now I know just who to trust because you're laying in bed
You're thinking 'bout all that fucked up shit.
Wesley was quite lost now. Somehow Peter Pan had outwitted him. He had to find a way to.stop being so damn cruel. He kept himself so protected. Connor was still in a world of his own staring back at the fire. Wesley thought of Lilah, he had loved her and he'd lied about it. It was over now, but it wasn't. You never really stop loving someone. You just echo. He wondered what Connor's feelings for Cordy were at this point if he had any. Connor's smooth sigh woke him from his trance. "Wesley, its all.I remember it all but its difficult because everything I know contradicts itself. Were we.friends?". Wesley smiled sitting up and placing his arm around Connor's back. His face came to the side of Connor's as the boy a little tipsily tilted his towards Wesley's. He found it in him to smile at Connor now to prove his honesty and meaning: "Close friends". "You bled me". "I did a lot of things to you.I'm bad like that". "No. Your not. When I look into your eyes I don't see badness". "What do you see?". "A fighter". "Well I can swing the odd axe-" "Not like that".
Connor was amazed by Wesley but he didn't seem to know his own self worth, if only he could see himself through the eyes of other people. Wesley pulled back and rubbed his eyes: "You warm enough in that? Because I've got more clothes in". "Warm enough thanks", Connor replied quickly. "Yes well its just, your not wearing any boxers or anything", Wesley couldn't help but smile evilly at his own words, the thought of Connor just sitting beside him on the bed still showing a great deal more than he should have. Connor stared back a little embarrassed. Out of the shower it hadn't been such a big deal they all showered together naked in college after hockey practice. But after, it was all a blur and he'd forgot that he was half naked. "Um, sorry", Connor said trying to pull his sweatshirt down in vain even though Wesley had quite pointedly turned away. "Oh, don't be. Strong.strong magicks". "And whiskey", Connor laughed. Wesley smiled his back to Connor, yes he had to give him the whiskey, smart idea. Next they'd be singing songs like the drunkards in the pubs back home. Home, that hurt. Wesley just realised neither one of them had one anymore. And why? For the good fight? What were they fighting for?
I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside It's devastating, losing close friends.
Connor's mobile started to ring on the floor in his sewer soaked clothes. He picked it up awkwardly trying to cover up his package from Wesley. It played 'Teenage Kicks' quite loudly and he almost found himself humming it. He looked at the screen but didn't answer it. It read 'One off calling' and had a smiley face underneath advertising it. He smiled 'One off' he'd called Ashleigh that for a week after he'd won the playstation tournament at college. Suddenly he felt his stomach heat and bile rising as he remembered the reality of the situation. He had a new purpose, no more playstation tournaments, fraternity parties or Baywatch marathons for him. It just wasn't fair. He just wanted to go back to his dorm. Wesley watched all this and took Connor's phone from him, still ringing in his hand. "Not now", he whispered.
I've gone away, you make me stay but I can't tell it from lies (Lies) I've gone insane, losing close friends
"But now I'm alone again", Connor cried. "No your not", Wesley soothed. "I'll never let you be alone". Their faces where so close that their noses touched. Connor laughed slightly as he stopped crying: "You smell like burning and whiskey", Wesley pulled away a little but Connor grabbed him and stared down at his scar on his throat, newly turned crimson by their earlier strangling session. He fingered it softly. "How'd you do that?". Wesley gasped. "Love is sacrifice", he murmered. "Really?", Connor asked. "Like now, your risking a lot.more than you know". His hands glided down to Wesley's shirt which he began to unbuttonly slowly while he tenderly kissed Wesley's scar. The feel of his lips was simply enchanting to Wesley but he grimaced. "Get off me Connor. Stop it. You don't know what your doing". "Like you ever did", Connor remarked leaning in for a real kiss but Wesley moved back gently invoking a seductive pout from Connor.
Wesley was quite lost now. Somehow Peter Pan had outwitted him. He had to find a way to.stop being so damn cruel. He kept himself so protected. Connor was still in a world of his own staring back at the fire. Wesley thought of Lilah, he had loved her and he'd lied about it. It was over now, but it wasn't. You never really stop loving someone. You just echo. He wondered what Connor's feelings for Cordy were at this point if he had any. Connor's smooth sigh woke him from his trance. "Wesley, its all.I remember it all but its difficult because everything I know contradicts itself. Were we.friends?". Wesley smiled sitting up and placing his arm around Connor's back. His face came to the side of Connor's as the boy a little tipsily tilted his towards Wesley's. He found it in him to smile at Connor now to prove his honesty and meaning: "Close friends". "You bled me". "I did a lot of things to you.I'm bad like that". "No. Your not. When I look into your eyes I don't see badness". "What do you see?". "A fighter". "Well I can swing the odd axe-" "Not like that".
Connor was amazed by Wesley but he didn't seem to know his own self worth, if only he could see himself through the eyes of other people. Wesley pulled back and rubbed his eyes: "You warm enough in that? Because I've got more clothes in". "Warm enough thanks", Connor replied quickly. "Yes well its just, your not wearing any boxers or anything", Wesley couldn't help but smile evilly at his own words, the thought of Connor just sitting beside him on the bed still showing a great deal more than he should have. Connor stared back a little embarrassed. Out of the shower it hadn't been such a big deal they all showered together naked in college after hockey practice. But after, it was all a blur and he'd forgot that he was half naked. "Um, sorry", Connor said trying to pull his sweatshirt down in vain even though Wesley had quite pointedly turned away. "Oh, don't be. Strong.strong magicks". "And whiskey", Connor laughed. Wesley smiled his back to Connor, yes he had to give him the whiskey, smart idea. Next they'd be singing songs like the drunkards in the pubs back home. Home, that hurt. Wesley just realised neither one of them had one anymore. And why? For the good fight? What were they fighting for?
I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside It's devastating, losing close friends.
Connor's mobile started to ring on the floor in his sewer soaked clothes. He picked it up awkwardly trying to cover up his package from Wesley. It played 'Teenage Kicks' quite loudly and he almost found himself humming it. He looked at the screen but didn't answer it. It read 'One off calling' and had a smiley face underneath advertising it. He smiled 'One off' he'd called Ashleigh that for a week after he'd won the playstation tournament at college. Suddenly he felt his stomach heat and bile rising as he remembered the reality of the situation. He had a new purpose, no more playstation tournaments, fraternity parties or Baywatch marathons for him. It just wasn't fair. He just wanted to go back to his dorm. Wesley watched all this and took Connor's phone from him, still ringing in his hand. "Not now", he whispered.
I've gone away, you make me stay but I can't tell it from lies (Lies) I've gone insane, losing close friends
"But now I'm alone again", Connor cried. "No your not", Wesley soothed. "I'll never let you be alone". Their faces where so close that their noses touched. Connor laughed slightly as he stopped crying: "You smell like burning and whiskey", Wesley pulled away a little but Connor grabbed him and stared down at his scar on his throat, newly turned crimson by their earlier strangling session. He fingered it softly. "How'd you do that?". Wesley gasped. "Love is sacrifice", he murmered. "Really?", Connor asked. "Like now, your risking a lot.more than you know". His hands glided down to Wesley's shirt which he began to unbuttonly slowly while he tenderly kissed Wesley's scar. The feel of his lips was simply enchanting to Wesley but he grimaced. "Get off me Connor. Stop it. You don't know what your doing". "Like you ever did", Connor remarked leaning in for a real kiss but Wesley moved back gently invoking a seductive pout from Connor.