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dreamlikenewyork2016-07-23 11:11 pm
lastfirstkiss) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2016-07-23 11:11 pm
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"Help me if you can, I'm feeling down..."
Who? Richie Jameson and Jeff Hinton
What? Help me get my feet back on the ground.
When? Late Saturday night
Where? Richie and Adrian's place
Jeff hadn't even known where he was going at first. He'd started out walking away from the apartment, needing the fresh air and hoping it would clear his head, but there had still been a steady, slow flow of tears, and he didn't know where to go. He'd never told Niko that there was a no-sex rule in his apartment. There wasn't. Like, at all, even if it had been a while since Jeff had any sex to speak of. But this was hurting him in a way that he had never expected, and he couldn't seem to get control over the hurt to start to examine it more closely. Why did he care who Niko fucked? It was stupid to be bothered by it, and yet he was, and horribly.
He'd walked a couple of blocks before he decided to hail a cab and head for Richie's place. Maybe it didn't make the most sense in the world, and maybe it was late to show up unannounced. But he needed Richie right now, and he could only hope that his dickhead behavior wasn't going to come back to bite him here.
He paid the cab driver well before heading into Richie's building. The doorman recognized him from before, and Jeff headed up to Richie's apartment. He didn't want to ring the buzzer in case Adrian still wasn't well, instead sending his best friend a text: I'm outside your apartment. Mind if I come in to talk?
What? Help me get my feet back on the ground.
When? Late Saturday night
Where? Richie and Adrian's place
Jeff hadn't even known where he was going at first. He'd started out walking away from the apartment, needing the fresh air and hoping it would clear his head, but there had still been a steady, slow flow of tears, and he didn't know where to go. He'd never told Niko that there was a no-sex rule in his apartment. There wasn't. Like, at all, even if it had been a while since Jeff had any sex to speak of. But this was hurting him in a way that he had never expected, and he couldn't seem to get control over the hurt to start to examine it more closely. Why did he care who Niko fucked? It was stupid to be bothered by it, and yet he was, and horribly.
He'd walked a couple of blocks before he decided to hail a cab and head for Richie's place. Maybe it didn't make the most sense in the world, and maybe it was late to show up unannounced. But he needed Richie right now, and he could only hope that his dickhead behavior wasn't going to come back to bite him here.
He paid the cab driver well before heading into Richie's building. The doorman recognized him from before, and Jeff headed up to Richie's apartment. He didn't want to ring the buzzer in case Adrian still wasn't well, instead sending his best friend a text: I'm outside your apartment. Mind if I come in to talk?