"I just can't walk away..."

[notmyfathersson]

Who? Travis Parker-Cleary and Ajay Bellerose
What? First Impressions the second
When? About an hour after Billy and Travis's not so pleasant meeting
Where? The Willis place

Travis had been really upset when he left the apartment where he'd been told that Ajay was staying. He wanted to see his brother, but the truth remained that he had no proof whatsoever that he was related to Ajay. They didn't even have the same surname, and after everything that had happened to Ajay, it was no wonder that Billy was so fiercely protective of him. It was good to know that there were people who cared and who would protect his brother, and in all honesty, Travis couldn't say he wouldn't feel the same if someone unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep asking for someone he cared about and worried for.

That was what was on his mind as he left the coffee shop where he'd been sitting for the last hour or so and headed back over to the Willis place. Whether Ajay or Jude was home or not, it didn't matter. Travis wanted at the very least to apologize to Billy for intruding on him. It wasn't fair, and he couldn't blame him in the slightest for not being comfortable with it, and even for freaking out. So it was that he came to again be standing in front of Billy and Jude's door, this time knocking very lightly. He didn't want to be an asshole and disturb them if they were doing something else... He just wanted a chance to apologize.

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[notmyfathersson]

"Pretty much," Travis replied with a shrug, somewhat ashamed of himself for having just assumed Ajay would be an asshole like their sister. "I can pretty much see that right off the bat. The two of you couldn't be more different. She was immediately loud and in my face about everything. I guess if she hates gingers that does sort of put me off to a bad start, but I love being a ginger, so I'm not really concerned with her. But you don't seem like an asshole, and if you're not, then I don't consider it a loss at all. Fucked up families don't necessarily mean everyone in the family is a fucked up person. My stepdad's mother's a terrible bitch, but she raised a really good son."

"I know that we don't know each other yet, but I'd really like to be supportive family to each other. Honestly, I always wanted to have a brother that I could be close with and stuff. I won't rush it. I know it's a shocker for you. I've had time to get used to it, but you haven't, and I'm fine with taking time." He was quiet for a moment and watched Ajay as he spoke. "What's your mom like?"

[radioactivesadness]

"She thinks she's queen of the world. Started out a pageant brat, and got even worse once my dad's old record label signed her on his name and status. She's a typical LA bitch. She only ever comes to see Dad if she wants something. I'd rather kill myself than exist like that," Ajay said completely honestly. It was probably why he shied away from so much in his life, fear of ending up like her.

The elevator arrived at the ground floor and Ajay lodged the crutches back under his arm with a small grimace because he hated being incapacitated like this. It was easy not to think too much about when you were sitting on your ass or lying in bed, but he was going to be starting physio for his leg soon, so he needed to suck it up anyway. "She's exactly like my sister," he said cynically. "I'm not even exaggerating. I always more like my dad in looks. The ginger is his side, obviously. But really, I'm nothing like anyone in my family, though my grandmother used to say I was like my grandfather, but he died before I was born of a heart attack. He didn't cope well with Dad's rockstar way of life and exposure. The paparazzi would always stalk them, and they were forced to move to Vancouver to get some peace. Grandma's still alive. She's a nanny, but overdue for retirement."