“Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine…” Marcos mumbled, not moving from his position near the sink. Justin will figure it out, Justin will hate me, I will go to jail. Marcos’ breathing quickened as he paled even more. He felt paralyzed out of panic, just standing with his head against the cool sink.
Justin got up from his bed and walked over to the bathroom door. "Are you sure…? You don't sound fine…" He has to be Polaris… It all makes sense now! I made the cuts all over him!
“I just… I don’t like blood,” Marcos replied wearily, finally moving and stripping the Polaris pants off. Gosh, Justin knew, or he’d figure it out. I’m going to prison, gosh… He leaned against the wall, trying to recollect himself.
"If you come out I can take care of the blood… Please just come out…"
Justin knocked on the bathroom door. "Please." I just need to see him… I need to make sure he's ok.
I don’t want to… But if he didn’t come out, it would look even more like he was Polaris. He sucked in a breath, splashed water on his face and put on his original pants before unlocking the door and creaking it open with a nervous look.
"There you are." Justin opened up the door all the way, wrapping Marcos in a hug. "It's ok to get queasy Around blood." If that is even why he's like this…
“I didn’t know I owned anything with blood on it…” Marcos mumbled quietly, trying desperately to keep the fragile world around him from shattering. Just stay calm… Justin didn’t say anything about it yet…
"Do the pants even belong to you, Marcos Blike, and not anyone else?" Justin pulled back from the hug, studying Marcos in the eyes. Maybe I can figure out if he's lying…
“I don’t know, I just found them in my drawer,” Marcos replied, looking away from Justin to his little brown drawer near his bed. Why did he call me by my full name? He frowned slightly. Marcos was so screwed.
Justin followed his gaze to the drawer. "I thought that was the noisy drawer. The pants belong to Marcos Blike? Not anyone else." Or Any other form of him. "I'm just confused of where they would come from."
“I don’t know that either. I don’t think they’re mine, I don’t remember buying them,” Marcos lied, averting his gaze to stare at the floor. Just get off the topic, let it blow over, it will be okay…
"All I can say are they aren't mine." But why are they so fimilar!? They must be the Polaris pants. "I like your shirt…" Justin said, motioning to his bare chest.
Marcos blushed, as if he just really realized what he was wearing. He leaned into Justin, tucking his face into the other’s shoulder. Marcos mumbled quickly, “I’m sorry.”
Justin pulled Marcos closer. He wrapped his arms around Marcos, smiling. "Why are you sorry…?"
I’m sorry I’m a criminal. “I don’t know…” Marcos pressed his face into Justin’s shoulder even more, blinking away tears so he wouldn’t see them. I’m going to go to prison, gosh, I should’ve thought this through better.
(Hi :D)
Justin felt his shoulder get wet. “If you don’t know then there is no reason for you to be sorry…”
Justin hugs Marcos tighter, patting his back.
(Sorry… my phone doesn’t post sometimes. It’s been happening a lot recently…)
(oof, that’s weird)
Marcos finally pulled away, desperately hoping his face wasn’t red and puffy like it usually got whenever he cried. He looked at the floor and mumbled, “We should probably get to bed.”
Justin noticed his puffy and red face but didn’t comment. “If you’re tired…” Justin gave a small kiss to Marcos’ check before walking back to his bed.
(I don’t know what’s wrong. It happens with a lot of different things. Sometimes I think wow this person hasn’t responded in a while… then they do and I’m like oh I thought I responded to this already… it shouldn’t happen anymore, I got a new phone…)
(Congrats on the new phone :)
Marcos walked over to his bed without a second word, completely forgetting he had just left the Polaris pants out in the open of the bathroom floor. He curled in his bed, tucking himself beneath the covers without bothering to change clothes. Marcos was in the mist of making a mental to-do list of how he needed to sneak to the laundry mat and clean that bloody shirt and his Polaris suit when Kolu snuggled up next to him. He fell asleep moments later, one hand still petting the kitten.
Justin climbed into his bed, pulling the covers over him. Thousands of thoughts were rushing through Justin’s head. Is Marcos Polaris? Can I prove it? I can’t just go ask him. I’ve never had to leave Marcos to fight Polaris though. I’ve never been with him…
(Thanks. I had a iPhone 4 before so I needed an update lol)
(I got a samsung 3 rn, but i’m getting a new one later… hopefully lol)
Marcos tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming about getting arrested and Justin being mad at him and burning the house they had planned to buy. He vaguely remembered Kolu leaving in the middle of the night. When he woke up, the blankets were tangled around him like a confining cocoon, taking his a few extra seconds to slip out of his bed.
Justin had awoken in the middle of the night from Marcos’ constant tossing and turning. He finally got out of bed when Kolu came into his bed. He went and sat on the floor next to Marcos’ bed, waiting for him to wake up.
(I hope you get a new phone XD)
Marcos blinked blearily at Justin as he stood, “Why aren’t you in bed?” He couldn’t stop his yawn -he felt like he didn’t get any sleep- as he stretched. If Justin had seen the bloody shirt and the other half to the Polaris suit underneath my bed…
Justin looked up at Marcos from his gaze at the floor. “I couldn’t sleep. You were too noisy.” Justin caught Marcos’ yawn. “I’ve been sitting here for a little while, but not too long.”
“Sorry…” Marcos mumbled, then glanced at the space below his bed where Polaris’s suit was sitting. Not even a foot away from Justin. He gulped, then beelined for the bathroom. He could at least take care of his pants. Marcos shut the door quietly behind him, picking up his Polaris pants and folding them tightly. He tucked them below his arm as if trying to make them invisible, before walking back out of the bathroom. Maybe I can just kick them beneath my bed when he isn’t looking…
Justin got up from the ground, still groggy even though he wasn’t sleeping. He went over to his bed and climbed back into it. Justin hoped that he could maybe fall asleep, wanting the rest that he had missed out on.
Marcos, as soon as he saw Justin going back into the bed, got down quietly beneath his bed and grabbed his bloody shirt and Polaris shirt, then tucked them back beneath his bed. He went and got changed, then grabbed an old meijer plastic bag and stuffed the incriminating clothing inside. Marcos made his way to the door with the bag, trying to make as little as noise as possible before he said quietly, “I’ll be back in an hour or so, love you.” Then he slipped out of the apartment door before Justin could protest, rushing down to the lobby without looking back.
Justin heard Marcos trying to be quiet, running around the room doing stuff. When Marcos called out to notify him that he was leaving he responded with a random sound, that sounded like a groan, so that he would know that he heard him. After he heard the door close he could hear Marcos running out of the building. But he was to tired to care so he just rolled over and pulled the blankets over him.
Marcos made his way through the city to the laundry mat, which was mostly vacated so early in the morning. He picked one of the smaller laundry machine, dumping his clothes inside. He fished through his pocket for a few quarters and started the machine without any soap in it. Water will be enough, I hope… It didn’t take too long, since it wasn’t much clothing, before he put it in the dryer. His shirt still had a brownish stain, but was good enough. After this, I can maybe just grab a few extra dollars from somewhere… It wouldn’t hurt and he’d make sure there wouldn’t be blood.