Jan. 11th, 2015

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Who: Billy Willis with Reecy Chester (co-written) and then Ajay Bellerose
What: Operation: Ajay is Billy's world
Where: Vermont
When: After THIS

Five hours in the car with Billy as on edge as someone with OCD in a room with mismatched tiles on the wall was a long haul for Reecy. But true to her word, she didn't hesitate at all driving him to Vermont to get to Ajay. In the end, Ajay's long-lost brother had given Billy the address he needed and they hit the road about midnight. Billy didn't talk about much beyond explaining to her what went down with Ajay. In the process, more of Ajay's condition came to light beyond what he had told her at Caden's get-together that night. Like, the fact a bulimic's state of mind could be just as volatile as any person's with a mental illness.

That was when Reecy had gone quiet because of what happened with Winston. Here was Billy trying to cross borders to get to his man because he was worried about her, and she had tried to deny Winston that connection with someone he cared about. And who the fuck was she even to judge? She was single. She had been single a very long time. She had an abysmal hook-up at New Year with Billy's brother, who she still felt fleeting urges to castrate for making her feel like a cheap trick. After the conversation at the start of the trip, Billy's thoughts got scattered and he began to talk himself in circles with worry. So Reecy plugged in her iPod for some background noise and tried to coax him to sleep. Billy being the chivalrous guy he was (seriously, how the fuck were he and Jude brothers?!), he told her he couldn't sleep while she drove him all that way.

But now they had made it into Vermont, pushing 6am... )
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Things that happen when Corbyn Bellerose invites you to his music room. He shows you things like this and you stand there making O.O face.

How can his bitch sister say he's a talentless waste of space?! GRRRRRR I WANT TO STRANGLE HER WITH HER CLIT!!!!!!!!!! RAGE.

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Hi, sweetie,

Billy just let me know that you were back in New York, and I'm glad to hear it. I know you're probably not feeling up to many visitors now, but I'd like to come by and see you soon if you think you're up for it. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you the way I should've been, but if you're willing to give me another chance, I'd love to try again.

Love you dearly,
Gen
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Who? Gen Hart and Ajay Bellerose
What? Overdue conversations
When? Right after Ajay's text
Where? Billy, Jude, and Ajay's apartment

When Gen really let herself think about it, she really didn't have an excuse for why she'd not been there for Ajay the way she should've been. He had come to New York because of her. When he'd worked for her, they'd been just like family, Ajay like another little brother to Gen. And he'd come to her because he needed her, and in the midst of her busy life, her relationship with him had taken a back burner to everything else ever. She didn't want that. Ajay was a precious person and friend to her, and she wanted nothing more than to see him healthy. But it wouldn't happen as long as he felt like the people who he cared about didn't give a shit about him, and Gen was determined to make sure that she wasn't part of the cause for that.

Billy escorted her into the apartment and then walked her to the bedroom so she could see Ajay. Once she was inside the room, Billy left them alone to chat, and Gen took a seat at the side of the bed. "Hi, sweetheart," she said softly, smiling at him fondly. "Welcome home. It's good to see you."
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I'm back home, cuzzo... And I'm pretty sure I need to see you and Marty in the same place to make sure he actually really is home and I didn't dream I saw that on Facebook.
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Who: Axel Beckett and Chase Walker
What: Boyfriend duties
Where: Electricks HQ
When: The night after Axel fell ill

Axel came out of the bathroom and stepped into their bedroom giving Chase an incredibly honed (over the last couple of days) miserable kicked puppy look. In his hand was a bottle of Calamine lotion in his hand. "I have spots," he revealed, because the night before when Chase came to bed - Axel, on the other hand, had barely left it - he had been spot free. Now he looked like he should belong in a zombie apocalypse movie or something. "Everywhere," he added and pulled his pyjama pants down over his hips to reveal his dick. They were at that domestic point in their relationship now where they were used to each other, there were no airs and graces. Which mean, there was no hiding anything if one of them was sick.

And he had been sick for the last couple of days. They would usually snuggle right through the night, but Axel had been restless, too hot to have cuddles which had him huffily kicking covers all over on top of Chase and elbowing him away to get a bit more cool to his body, and still throwing up with regular consistency. It seemed like the puking and upset stomach with the raging fever that turned him into a yuck ball of sweat might have just been a pre-cursor to this. He was itchy too, and suddenly starkly aware of the fact he had never had any of those childhood things like Chicken Pox, Measles, Mono, or getting his appendix or tonsils out. And being a celeb, you were put in the line of fire of being in breathing and touching space with a lot of people, even just briefly. Brief about, though, to get sprayed in wicked germs that left you looking like a zombie apocalypse reject.

He was even pouting a little, standing there brandishing the Calamine to his boyfriend. Then a couple of moments passed before he side-eyed the door jamb and then stepped up next to it to start rubbing his back against it to scratch the itching. "Ohhhh, got that feels good."
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Flying back home first class courtesy of Ajay's dad with my man, and Reecy gets her car driven home by a staff member. Very tired. Headache. But I do what I gotta do for him. Like sitting here watching him sleep with his head in my lap while we wait for our boarding call and convincing myself he's as okay as he can be.
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I'm surrounded by cute couples being adorable and loving. I want one :(
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I might have salvaged a tiny itty bitty weeny gap of window with Ajay if you're interested in salvaging anything with him. I can't say it'd be easy because he's fighting some tough battles and it's like him standing there naked against a super army of evil hyper-armed demons with tanks and grenades and shit. He also doesn't need anymore white knights or armchair therapists trying to rescue him - just friends. He needs friends who care. And love him, maybe call him up once in awhile to see how he's feeling and want to know the response. You're the reason he came back to New York, and it was one of the hardest things he's ever tried to do in his life. Anyway, I'm rambling. I haven't had any sleep. Nutshell? If you love my man, please reach out to him and make him feel like you still love him too. I know you can do it, because I've watched you become one of the most amazing moms on the planet. If nothing else, send him a cute little stuffed giraffe or something. He likes giraffes. They're his favourite animal. Shit, that was a long nutshell. Imma go now x
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We're back in NYC. He wasn't in the best of ways, but he's back here with me. Just wanted to let you know. PS. Your dad looks like a ginger Johnny Depp.

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