forum Sodapop and Cigarettes (1960’s teenager gang RP) OPEN

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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(it's all good)
"Here, let me help you," Vien said softly, gingerly taking one of Beau's arms and putting it around his shoulders. He wasn't sure if Beau would appreciate the help or not, but he was determined to keep him from as much pain as he could

"Thanks," Beau mumbled softly to Vien as he breathed out, glad that some of his weight was being supported by someone else. He began to move towards the door, furrowing his brow faintly to keep himself from groaning.

Vien walked slowly, careful not to jostle Beau too much as he opened the door. His foster mother was waiting in a comically old, beat up car just outside that sounded like it had shrapnel caught in the motor. Vien helped him down the porch, making his way over to the car and helping him to one of the back seats

Beau leaned back into the seat and forced a small smile onto his lips, hoping that Vien would sit next to him. The car's noises worried him a little, but he ignored his concern and focused on what to say to Vien's foster mother. When no words came to mind, he looked down at his lap and instead focused on his shallow breathing.

Vien slid into the other back seat next to Beau, not climbing into the passenger seat as he normally would. His foster mother glanced back at them in the rear view mirror but said nothing. She was a quiet woman, and for that Vien was grateful. They began to drive back to Vien's apartment, and he reached around to wrap an arm around Beau gently

Beau glanced over at Vien and took his hand, looking at him gratefully. He still didn't understand why Vien was so kind to him and even asking a nurse to patch him up. No one had ever done that for him. Beau looked back down at his lap, listening to the car as they drove towards Vien's apartment.

Vien glanced over at the backseat mirror, ensuring that his mother wasn't looking at them before pressing a quick kiss to Beau's cheek. The rickety old car drove for a few minutes longer before slowing to a stop in front of his run down apartment complex. He let go of Beau's hand for a moment, sliding out of the car before walking around to help Beau out

Beau pushed himself up from the seat slowly and used the door to support himself, smiling a bit at Vien's kiss and to cover any pained expression that was registering on his face. The last thing he wanted was for Vien to be too worried about him.

Vien wrapped one of Beau's arms around his shoulder again, intent on making sure that he didn't hurt himself any more than was necessary. "You alright?" he asked softly, icy blue eyes wide with concern

"Yeah, I'm alright," Beau nodded, smiling softly as he glanced over at Vien and looped his arm across their shoulders. He noticed how beautiful his blue eyes were again, but he couldn't voice his opinion with Vien's foster mother next to them. "I hope I'm not hurting you. . .," Beau added softly, hoping that he wasn't too much work.

"No, of course n-not," Vien assured him hurriedly, walking him towards the front door while his mother followed suit. She opened the door for them before following them to the rickety old elevator that hardly anyone used. No one liked to chance it after it had broken down for a month, but Vien wasn't going to make Beau walk up the several flights of stairs up to their apartment

Beau nodded and looked towards Vien's foster mother with a small smile before dropping his gaze. All his life, he had always been quite nervous around adults and could never seem to hold a conversation with them. After a few moments, Beau glanced up and looked around the elevator, an amused smile tilting the corners of his lips up. He had only been in an elevator a few times and would constantly drag Lucky to some buildings just to go inside of them. Though it seemed a bit childish, he had never stopped doing it.

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Vien glanced over at Beau, a smile of his own forming at his expression. He helped him into the elevator, opening it and waiting for his mother to get inside before leaning against the back wall. "You wanna press the button?" he asked softly. "It's floor n-number three."

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Beau nodded and leaned forward, pressing the small button as a smile registered on his face. At this moment, he seemed so unlike the boy he usually portrayed himself as with the other Greasers. He seemed more like an excited kid than a rebellious teenager.

Vien chuckled softly as the rickety elevator doors closed, giving Beau's shoulder a soft squeeze as he leaned back against the wall. His mother stood off to the side, blissfully unaware of the two boys. He had never been so glad to have a foster mother so dense

Beau took Vien's hand in his own for a few moments, glancing over at his foster mother and realizing that she wasn't looking. He smiled softly and leaned back, but his thoughts wandered towards Acadius. If they had seen him and Vien earlier, what were they going to do with that kind of information? He closed his eyes for a few moments at the thought, but decided to force the idea out of his mind.

“You think they’ll come b-back?” Vien murmured, resting his chin on top of Beau’s head for a moment. “I mean, do you think they'll t-try that again?” He would admit that he was worried. He didn’t want anything to happen to Beau again

"They might," Beau answered softly after a pause, shrugging faintly as he leaned against Vien. As much as he wanted to believe that they wouldn't come back, he knew that they would.

"Well no one knows where I l-live because I don't have any friends and I don't tell people that sort of t-thing, so we should be okay at my place," Vien assured him, rubbing at his arm gently as he held him close

Beau nodded in understanding as he wrapped one arm around Vien's waist, glad that his foster mother was so oblivious to them. "Well, now you have a total of one friend. Me," He answered gently after a pause as he looked up at Vien, a small smile spreading across his face.

Argo couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face, or the warm, fuzzy feeling that creeped into his chest. "Thanks," he murmured. The elevator dinged, and he began to lead Beau towards his apartment

Beau leaned against Vien as they approached the old door of the apartment, his pace fairly slower as he tried to steady his breathing. His thoughts flitted to how he must have been holding up Vien, but he ignored them, instead focusing on the hallway.

Vien led him to the apartment, which was tucked into the far corner of one of the halls. His mother unlocked the door, and Vien helped Beau through the door. He led him over to his small bed in one of the apartment's tiny rooms

"Thanks," Beau mumbled softly as he took a sharp breath in when he sat down on the small bed. He winced faintly at the pain in his chest, but ignored it as he looked towards Vien's foster mother.

Vien sat down next to him, watching as his mother walked over to the bathroom. She came back with a first aid kit, and Vien couldn't help the pang of protectiveness over Beau as she sat down next to them. "Okay, would you show me where you got hurt?" she asked softly

"Right here…" Beau trailed off as he lifted his shirt up to show the blue tint around his sides and his chest area. He bit his bottom lip softly as he glanced up at Vien, suddenly self-conscious about the small scars littered across his body.

Vien's mother frowned at the sight of the injuries. "I can't do much for that. They don't look like there's anything broken or internally bleeding, so all I can do is give you some painkillers," she said. Vien couldn't help the way his eyes flicked to the patch of exposed skin, or the way he couldn't help the faint pink tint that rose to his cheeks