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dreamlikenewyork2014-12-27 07:17 pm
likefatherlikeson) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2014-12-27 07:17 pm
"No one to run with..."
Who: Justin Campbell and Billy Willis
What: Moral support
Where: Billy's place
When: Very early Saturday morning
Justin had been running since sunrise. He had been ready to go since before the sun was up, but his dad had made him promise many times to never be out alone in the dark. It was was colder than en eskimo's ass cheek, but he couldn't really feel it. Central Park was a good place to just run to nothing. He had been doing this a lot since he recovered because Nate told him adrenaline was a healthy hormone to help balance his mind, though he had to be careful not to fall into the trap of over-exercising because adrenaline could be just as addictive as any substance to someone with bipolar.
He didn't know if he was trying to think better or not think at all. His moods had been teetering the last few days, but he was aware of it. That was a good start. Maybe the break from work had been more counter-productive than anything else because he had gone from hectic schedule to cold turkey. His attempt at relaxation with Will had been fucked up so it added pressure to him rather than given him any sort of way to switch off from work. He had jumped at the chance to do the Christmas concert because it was something, only to discover he suffered stage fright.
On top of that, he had met Bryce, who had been so kind in trying to help him... only to hear he had a brain tumour that he would die from if he didn't have this serious surgery which was scheduled for that morning at the same hospital his Uncle Sam worked. That was upsetting Justin more than he could put into words because life could be precarious, and that really scared him. The thought of losing people in his life that he loved terrified him, but it could happen, couldn't it?
Perhaps the only thing that stopped Justin kicking into crazy exercise mod was warning himself that he didn't want to end up hurt or sick and be out for opening night. He didn't want to screw that up this time. He pushed himself too far, because he could feel that dizzy sick feeling come over him. He ran out of water awhile ago. So he exited Central Park, sweaty and aching, running the couple of blocks to show up on Billy's doorstep at an ungodly, unforgivable hour on a Saturday morning, but Justin's awareness of time faltered when he had so much else going on in his mind.
Billy quite obviously dragged himself out of bed in a rush. His hair was a complete mess, he needed a shave, and the pyjama pants he had on were inside out. It was probably a deep sleep he was woken from too, because he had these creased all up one side of his body right to his face. Justin was panting for breath, sweat pouring off him and dripping into his eyes. "Are you scared about opening night? A-About... fucking up? Or is it just me who seems to fuck everything else up, so it's like a given?"
What: Moral support
Where: Billy's place
When: Very early Saturday morning
Justin had been running since sunrise. He had been ready to go since before the sun was up, but his dad had made him promise many times to never be out alone in the dark. It was was colder than en eskimo's ass cheek, but he couldn't really feel it. Central Park was a good place to just run to nothing. He had been doing this a lot since he recovered because Nate told him adrenaline was a healthy hormone to help balance his mind, though he had to be careful not to fall into the trap of over-exercising because adrenaline could be just as addictive as any substance to someone with bipolar.
He didn't know if he was trying to think better or not think at all. His moods had been teetering the last few days, but he was aware of it. That was a good start. Maybe the break from work had been more counter-productive than anything else because he had gone from hectic schedule to cold turkey. His attempt at relaxation with Will had been fucked up so it added pressure to him rather than given him any sort of way to switch off from work. He had jumped at the chance to do the Christmas concert because it was something, only to discover he suffered stage fright.
On top of that, he had met Bryce, who had been so kind in trying to help him... only to hear he had a brain tumour that he would die from if he didn't have this serious surgery which was scheduled for that morning at the same hospital his Uncle Sam worked. That was upsetting Justin more than he could put into words because life could be precarious, and that really scared him. The thought of losing people in his life that he loved terrified him, but it could happen, couldn't it?
Perhaps the only thing that stopped Justin kicking into crazy exercise mod was warning himself that he didn't want to end up hurt or sick and be out for opening night. He didn't want to screw that up this time. He pushed himself too far, because he could feel that dizzy sick feeling come over him. He ran out of water awhile ago. So he exited Central Park, sweaty and aching, running the couple of blocks to show up on Billy's doorstep at an ungodly, unforgivable hour on a Saturday morning, but Justin's awareness of time faltered when he had so much else going on in his mind.
Billy quite obviously dragged himself out of bed in a rush. His hair was a complete mess, he needed a shave, and the pyjama pants he had on were inside out. It was probably a deep sleep he was woken from too, because he had these creased all up one side of his body right to his face. Justin was panting for breath, sweat pouring off him and dripping into his eyes. "Are you scared about opening night? A-About... fucking up? Or is it just me who seems to fuck everything else up, so it's like a given?"
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He was fussing over the teen, because Justin had become a bit like a little brother to him since he began working with him. There was a posse of them that were like his protection team and they worried about him from afar. But he had been doing so well, until he had passed out and Caden sent him home. "Come in, I'll get you something to drink before you keel over on me again." He led Justin into the kitchen and park him on one of the stools at the counter where he presented him with a large glass of water. "I'm terrified about opening night, kiddo. You know that's normal, right? If there is anything in your life you won't fuck up, it's this."
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