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Mar. 30th, 2016
"Why did you change all of a sudden?"
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moviesismagicWho: Adrian Hewitt and Richie Jameson
What: Intervention
Where: Hollywood Hills, CA
When: Tuesday night
Adrian just couldn't stand by and do nothing when he knew something wasn't right with Richie. He had briefly spoken to Karla about it in a few text messages, but he couldn't let the fate of his relationship fall on a brief text message conversation. That just wasn't him. In his heart, he knew something was wrong with Richie. He didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. He just didn't know what it was. Or why. Or what to do to help. The distance between them while Adrian was working in LA for a few weeks didn't help. All it did was give Richie the tools to withdraw even more. The text messages and phone calls had fizzled out, and then Richie wasn't even answering calls.
So, knowing Richie had his four days off work now, Adrian bought him a first class ticket to fly him to LA so they could have time together and hopefully at least talk about how Richie was feeling. Adrian had no clue Jeff had spoken to Karla. Adrian didn't even know Jeff. He hadn't met him. All he knew was there had been this best friend, but now Richie couldn't stand to even hear his name, so Adrian never pushed any of that. It wasn't his business to push. He just figured if there was anyone important in Richie's life, he would have met them by now.
He just didn't factor in the possibility Richie would arrive drunk. Not steaming, but enough to have a slur to his words and a stumble in his step. Not to mention having to throw up spectacularly on the side of the road out of the limousine on the way to Adrian's Hollywood Hills home. Adrian was just fucking glad he had met Richie at the airport, or he might have ended up lost without a trace. Adrian didn't try to intervene that morning. All he did was put Richie to bed so he could sleep some of it off. You couldn't talk to someone in that condition; not someone who had already been withdrawn from you.
Now evening, was trying to decide if he should order something in for dinner alone, or if he needed something for Richie too if he woke up. He was sitting at the counter of the kitchen island with some takeout menus in front of him, lying there forgotten while Adrian sat with his head in his hands. He was so sure Richie wanted to split with him, and he was feeling miserable about it all.
What: Intervention
Where: Hollywood Hills, CA
When: Tuesday night
Adrian just couldn't stand by and do nothing when he knew something wasn't right with Richie. He had briefly spoken to Karla about it in a few text messages, but he couldn't let the fate of his relationship fall on a brief text message conversation. That just wasn't him. In his heart, he knew something was wrong with Richie. He didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. He just didn't know what it was. Or why. Or what to do to help. The distance between them while Adrian was working in LA for a few weeks didn't help. All it did was give Richie the tools to withdraw even more. The text messages and phone calls had fizzled out, and then Richie wasn't even answering calls.
So, knowing Richie had his four days off work now, Adrian bought him a first class ticket to fly him to LA so they could have time together and hopefully at least talk about how Richie was feeling. Adrian had no clue Jeff had spoken to Karla. Adrian didn't even know Jeff. He hadn't met him. All he knew was there had been this best friend, but now Richie couldn't stand to even hear his name, so Adrian never pushed any of that. It wasn't his business to push. He just figured if there was anyone important in Richie's life, he would have met them by now.
He just didn't factor in the possibility Richie would arrive drunk. Not steaming, but enough to have a slur to his words and a stumble in his step. Not to mention having to throw up spectacularly on the side of the road out of the limousine on the way to Adrian's Hollywood Hills home. Adrian was just fucking glad he had met Richie at the airport, or he might have ended up lost without a trace. Adrian didn't try to intervene that morning. All he did was put Richie to bed so he could sleep some of it off. You couldn't talk to someone in that condition; not someone who had already been withdrawn from you.
Now evening, was trying to decide if he should order something in for dinner alone, or if he needed something for Richie too if he woke up. He was sitting at the counter of the kitchen island with some takeout menus in front of him, lying there forgotten while Adrian sat with his head in his hands. He was so sure Richie wanted to split with him, and he was feeling miserable about it all.
"You are the best thing."
Mar. 30th, 2016 12:30 pmpirouetteinrhythmWho: Cheyne Rousseau and Nick Matheson
What: When you're so tired, you forget you had a date
Where: Nick and Harry's place
When: Tuesday evening
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Cheyne was saying hurriedly as soon as Nick answered the door to him. "I got home after work and made the mistake of sitting on the sofa for a couple of minutes before I was going to take a shower, and I fell asleep." He took Nick's hands and gave him a kiss. He was kicking himself for his fail because they had planned this date night for weeks now. Cheyne had been away performing all week, and then had teaching on Monday and Tuesday at Joffrey, so they arranged to have this night together to catch up after it. His phone ringing in his pocket is what woke him from the unplanned nap, and Nick had been calling in a panic that Cheyne had been hurt or something. Needless to say, Cheyne felt terrible.
He had his bag over his shoulder, preparing to stay the night like Nick invited him to on the phone when they realised their date time had been taking by Cheyne's fail. "Let me make it up to you, mon amour. I can't believe what a dick I was. I've been looking forward to this days," he said, shaking his head.
What: When you're so tired, you forget you had a date
Where: Nick and Harry's place
When: Tuesday evening
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Cheyne was saying hurriedly as soon as Nick answered the door to him. "I got home after work and made the mistake of sitting on the sofa for a couple of minutes before I was going to take a shower, and I fell asleep." He took Nick's hands and gave him a kiss. He was kicking himself for his fail because they had planned this date night for weeks now. Cheyne had been away performing all week, and then had teaching on Monday and Tuesday at Joffrey, so they arranged to have this night together to catch up after it. His phone ringing in his pocket is what woke him from the unplanned nap, and Nick had been calling in a panic that Cheyne had been hurt or something. Needless to say, Cheyne felt terrible.
He had his bag over his shoulder, preparing to stay the night like Nick invited him to on the phone when they realised their date time had been taking by Cheyne's fail. "Let me make it up to you, mon amour. I can't believe what a dick I was. I've been looking forward to this days," he said, shaking his head.
"I wanna hold your hand..."
Mar. 30th, 2016 10:35 pmthemiraclekidWho? Ainsley Ashwood and Harry Matheson
What? Nurse Ainsley to the rescue
When? After 7PM, Wednesday night
Where? The Matheson place
Ainsley showed up, as promised, a little after seven, giving Harry time to get home and settled in after his rehearsal. He'd rushed home after school to go do some shopping so that he could make Harry chicken noodle soup with veggies the way his mom always made for him when he wasn't feeling well. Ains wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but he could generally whip something up with some guidance in the kitchen. He'd called his mom, and she had helped him through the whole process of making the soup, which he'd then split into two, part of it for Angela, because he wanted to be as big of a help as he could to her after knowing how much he'd stressed her out before, and the rest he'd brought along with him in a Thermos for Harry. It wasn't that he thought Nick wouldn't make sure Harry was fed. He knew better than that. But it was something that always made him feel better when he wasn't feeling his best, and he wanted to share that with Harry.
He rang the buzzer to Nick's apartment, and was greeted by Cheyne, who led him through to where Harry was sitting in the living room. "Hi there, sniffles," Ains teased with a warm smile. "I know your brother feeds you well, but I brought you chicken soup the way my mom makes it. She told me how to do everything, so if it's bad, I only take part of the responsibility for the fail." He gave Harry a grin. "How are you feeling? Cold meds still keeping things under control?"
What? Nurse Ainsley to the rescue
When? After 7PM, Wednesday night
Where? The Matheson place
Ainsley showed up, as promised, a little after seven, giving Harry time to get home and settled in after his rehearsal. He'd rushed home after school to go do some shopping so that he could make Harry chicken noodle soup with veggies the way his mom always made for him when he wasn't feeling well. Ains wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but he could generally whip something up with some guidance in the kitchen. He'd called his mom, and she had helped him through the whole process of making the soup, which he'd then split into two, part of it for Angela, because he wanted to be as big of a help as he could to her after knowing how much he'd stressed her out before, and the rest he'd brought along with him in a Thermos for Harry. It wasn't that he thought Nick wouldn't make sure Harry was fed. He knew better than that. But it was something that always made him feel better when he wasn't feeling his best, and he wanted to share that with Harry.
He rang the buzzer to Nick's apartment, and was greeted by Cheyne, who led him through to where Harry was sitting in the living room. "Hi there, sniffles," Ains teased with a warm smile. "I know your brother feeds you well, but I brought you chicken soup the way my mom makes it. She told me how to do everything, so if it's bad, I only take part of the responsibility for the fail." He gave Harry a grin. "How are you feeling? Cold meds still keeping things under control?"