A/n: Due to the nature of one of my reviews ;) , I actually had to write a little more although I was not planning to. This is chapter 3, and is short. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Todd sat on his bed, staring out the window, waiting for Neil to return. What had happened at the theatre? One minute Neil was on stage, and was animated and vibrant and just so cool, and the next he had his eyes downcast as he pushed through he crowd.
Obviously, it had been his father's doing. What did his father do at the theatre? What did he say to Neil in the car? Where did he take Neil? Todd would not be surprised if Neil came back to the room with a black eye. Neil had never mentioned whether his father had ever hit him or not, but with his temper, Todd found it hard to believe Neil's father didn't hit him.
More questions squirmed and refused to settle. Would Neil be ok? Would he be able to act again? Would he come back to Wellington's?
A cold stone pounded into Todd's stomach. What if Neil didn't come back? What if his father kept him out of Wellington's and sent him somewhere else? Neil had once mentioned that his father wanted him to go to military school if he stepped just one toe out of line.
Todd clenched his jaw and found his heart hurting. Neil wasn't coming back. He was never going to see Neil again. He could feel it. That was it. They'd send someone to get his stuff, and then that would be it.
An odd coldness seemed to sweep over Todd as he sat there staring out the window at absolutely nothing in particular.
Todd tore his eyes away from the window and the snowy winter wonderland scene outside as a tiny tear trickled down his cheek. He loved Neil like a brother, and to never see him again would kill him.
Neil made Todd feel ok with himself. He made Todd feel like he actually had something the world valued. Neil made Todd feel wanted, included and accepted. They all did, in a way. Charlie, Knox, Meeks, Pitts, even Cameron (of whom which Todd just for whatever reason did not like, but of course never showed it or mentioned it). Although Todd had never been nearly as close to them as he was with Neil.
Todd leaned his head against the wall and stared at Neil's empty bed, trying to imagine what his life was going to be like without a roommate and brother like Neil around to tease him and smile with him, laugh at his stupid jokes and help him with his stupid poems (although Neil had never thought of them as stupid). To pat his back when he cried, to encourage him to throw useless desk sets off the roof, and to just talk with.
Another tear feel down Todd's cheek. 'Only stupid babies cry. So what? You'll find another guy to be the brother you never had.' But even as he thought it, Todd knew it was not true. Neil had told him it was ok to cry, ok to show his emotions. And he knew he would never find another brother like Neil.
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