{you are my medicine} {savvy}

[sammy]

It had never been his choice to fly over to London for almost five months, well, actually that was a lie… it had always been his choice, but he hadn’t seen any other choice. He wanted to see his aunt and know that he was worth something, stupid as it sounded, he wanted to remember what once was, remember all the times he spent with his mother before her sudden and tragic death. He wanted to go back in time and relive it all, but he wanted to change most it too and only now did he realize as he half heartedly wandered through the rain down the streets of Addison that he couldn’t change the past, because it was exactly that, the past… and this was the present. Funny that, how his past seemed so bleak and his present was very much the same. ‘It’s your own fault…’ in a rather stupid attempt to rid any feelings for his friend, his only friend mind you, he jetted over to London to spend four awkward months with an aunt who didn’t even seem to want to talk to him anymore.

He’d also left his sister alone for four months living under their father’s strict routine and watchful eye and he was downhearted at the fact that a) his sister probably wouldn’t forgive him and b) he couldn’t even tell his friend his excuse for reason. He tried to make up some bullshit excuse but none sprang to mind and Sam wasn’t one for honesty. It hadn’t worked, being over in London, in-fact it had mainly been his sister and his friend that filled his thoughts and he cursed inwardly to himself after realizing they were the only two people in this world that really cared about him. Before he left his aunt’s she had joked half heartedly that he could never do anything right and he would’ve laughed if he didn’t notice the honesty beneath the words and the look on her face still haunted him, a look of disappointment, a look of shame almost before the door slowly closed on his face and he made his way to the airport alone in the cold.

He’d been a problem child and he’d wasted any potential he’d had when he was a teenager now he was back at Addison and he didn’t even know where his current home was located, Eliza had texted him something about Ollie buying a new place and had given locations but he had no clue where he was. He had tried to contact her but she never returned his calls and he had no clue that their father had cut him out completely and had stopped Eliza from calling him, texting him and seeing him. So, here he was… Addison… Jobless, dripping wet in the rain, wandering the streets lost and lonely and confused, he had no hood or umbrella to shield himself from the downpour but he’d been wandering in the rain too long to care and he didn’t even realize he’d started to shiver.

Just as he was about to give up he stumbled across a street that rang a bell and with a trembling hand retrieved his phone from his pocket and re-read the message his sister had sent days after he’d left. He wasn’t far from his home… Ollie’s home. Their home? He didn’t dare go ‘home’, he didn’t even have a speech planned or a good excuse, ‘oh I went to see my aunt who, turns out, doesn’t even really like me that much anymore!’ It was the truth but it still didn’t sound all that plausible. ‘I could always stay out here, catch hypothermia and then die of the cold…’ he stopped momentarily, the thought was a melodramatic one and a sullen one but for a split second it sounded like a damn good idea. Instead, he kept walking until he was making his way down the path and up the stairs onto the porch. This house looked pretty big and fancy and nice and spacious, he was un-used to it for he’d always lived in small, cramped places with a kitten for company. Speaking of which… he had left the bundle of fur in Ollie’s care. He imagined Misfit had grown quite a bit and wouldn’t be all that surprised if the fur ball had forgotten him.

Hesitantly he bit his lower lip and gave his hair a quick shake before he quickly knocked on the door before pocketing both his shaking hands. ‘I hope I have the wrong house or that he’s out at least…’ he needed more time, apparently four months wasn’t enough. He waited for a few seconds… seconds became a minute. Maybe he wasn’t in? He sighed quietly, eyes darting across the porch nervously. He heard footsteps behind the door and tensed, ‘don’t be Ollie, don’t be Ollie…’ Go figure Ollie had answered the door. Sam hesitantly moved his eyes to meet his friend’s gaze, a lump in his throat, a look of guilt swept his face and his eyes fell then, with his whole body still trembling from the cold and his teeth almost chattering he uttered a heartfelt apology, “Ollie… I’m sorry…”

reserved for; savvy & ollie <3
status; donee
notes; ohmai. i have muse. <3 i missed him ;3; poor thing.

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[ollie]

MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING
NEED SOMETHING THAT I CAN CONFESS

It was raining. Something that Oliver had grown accustomed too, for it always seemed to be raining since Sam left. He didn't even get to say goodbye and only learned of his leaving after Eliza called him. She would tried to coax him out of the house on more than one occasion, offering to take him ice skating in the winter and swimming during the summer. He never went and the plucky girl eventually stopped trying. She'd still call him from time to time… but in the end she stopped coming over. He figured it was because of her prick father - he'd probably learned of his relationship with Sam… thus, forbidding his daughter to visit him. It didn't matter, he had his pets… and Sam's kitten Misfit.

He sat on the couch with a cup of warm coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other. He was pathetic, pining after a friend that didn't seem to share the same feelings as he did. Then again, he just might. Ollie had never really spoken of his true feelings to Sam… so there was always the chance that something was there. 'It's too late now, he's gone.'

He placed the mug on the coffee table and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. He hadn't fed the animals yet and he was surprised Misfit hadn't pounced him because of it. He smiled and got up from the couch and headed toward the kitchen. Ollie loved that cat… mainly because it reminded him of Sam… but also because of his individuality. He was a priceless addition to the large two story house. 'It wouldn't feel so empty if… if…' He shrugged the thought from his mind - it didn't matter anymore.

Opening the cupboard, he pulled out a scoop of dry dog and cat food - pouring both into separate metal food bowels. "Come get it!" He moved out of the way as three furry blobs rushed past him - making a bee line for the recently filled food bowels. "Bon appetit, ma cheries!"

He returned to the living room, his bare feet dragging lazily across the hardwood floor. He grabbed his mug of coffee from the table and took another swig before preparing to sit down on the couch again. Knock, knock, knock. He glanced at the door and quirked a brow. Who could it possibly be? He hadn't received a visitor in almost three months. Figuring it was a figment of his imagination, he turned his attention back to his coffee and the couch. Knock, knock.

'I'm definitely not imagining the knocking,' he sighed and walked to the large wooden door. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen and after making sure the animals were still stuffing their faces, opened the door. He wasn't expecting the sight that greeted his tired eyes. A drenched, guilty look Sam stood on his porch… his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Ollie… I’m sorry…” He wanted to be angry… wanted to be mad at his friend for abandoning him… but he couldn't. Especially when he was drenched to the bone and shaking. "Sam?… well… don't just stand there like a bump on a log, come in." He stepped to the side and opened the door wider, waiting for him to come in.

done :3
ee! i've missed them <3

[sammy]

It felt like hours before Ollie spoke, he was just standing there quietly with an unreadable look on his face and his tired eyes drinking in the pathetic sight that stood before him. He half expected the door to be shut just as quickly as it’d been opened but no, instead Ollie finally spoke up and invited him in hesitantly. Sheepishly Sam stepped indoors though he didn’t really venture far; he didn’t want to trail rain water all over the floors. Ellie had texted him and informed him that she’d moved all his stuff, which didn’t consist of an awful lot mainly just clothing, to Ollie’s place. He figured it his stuff was being kept here until he found his own place, or was this their place? He couldn’t help pay toward any bills for this place and he certainly couldn’t afford to find a place of his own, either way he was screwed and if he ended up on the streets then he’d probably be stabbed and left bleeding on the curb for not having anything worth mugging. Life sounded so fine and dandy right now…

He figured he could’ve saved himself all this bother and worry by just saying here in Addison but his job hadn’t really paid all that well anyway so maybe it was better off that he was jobless now? Maybe he could find himself a job with better pay? Ha, little chance of that happening what with his poor grades and his lack of motivation to drag himself from bed each day. Anxiously chewing at his lower lip he moved his gaze to toward the kitchen where he watched two dogs and one cat eating from metal bowls. “Misfit,” he grinned to himself. The cat glanced up upon hearing his name being called and gave a quiet mew before scampering through the kitchen and toward his owner, brushing up alongside his sopping wet jeans, purring contentedly despite the cold and the damp. Sam crouched before the feline and ruffled his fur to which the cat mewed again and placed his paws on his owner’s leg before reaching forward to brush his cheek with his owner’s affectionately. Turns out the cat remembered his owner pretty well judging by his behaviour.

He stood and turned to face Ollie then as the cat padded his way merrily back into the kitchen. “Thanks for looking after him,” he murmured quietly ducking his head slightly and sweeping his gaze across the floor. He lifted his eyes to meet his friend’s gaze for a moment, offering him a small and uncertain smile but it faltered within seconds, “I kind of expected you to turn me away… I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had,” he sighed softly and glanced over in the direction of the living room. “Ellie let me know where you were living so… I thought I’d drop by and let you know I’m back and that I’m sorry for… well… leaving so abruptly like I did. I dunno I was expecting to gain going over to London without… a reason— well, I had a reason,” he paused then, guessing that he’d already said too much. “I’d tell, but it’s… kinda stupid. I… should’ve never had gone, I’m jobless and homeless now and finally found how what my aunt thought of me, she used to like me y’know… she seems to hate me now, like the rest of the family, so that’s… great news…” he trailed off and looked over at his friend still looking sheepish and uncertain as ever.

Well, he had explained himself… sort of in one go, there was no point in small talk or beating around the bush, honesty was the best policy, though really he wasn’t being all that honest if he wasn’t even telling his reason for leaving. “So… H-how you’ve been? How’re you now? You look really tired… haven’t you slept?” he questioned, eyes lit with concern before he shut his mouth after realizing he was bombarding him with questions. After a few moments’ silence he decided it seemed an appropriate time, “I missed you by the way. You and Ellie are the reason I came back, I know it probably doesn’t mean much… but…” he stopped talking then for he found he didn’t know what else he could possibly say. ‘Funnily enough you’re the reason I left too…’

reserved for; savvy & ollie <3
status; donee
notes; ♥ eee

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[ollie]

MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING
NEED SOMETHING THAT I CAN CONFESS

He stared at Sam for what seemed like hours, just watching his expression change like the unpredictable weather. He looked like a drowned rat, his dark hair glued to his face and his clothes clinging to his body like flesh. Ollie turned and headed down the main corridor and opened up the hall closet. Pulling out a plush towel, he returned to the living room and tossed it to his friend. "Dry off with that. You look worse than a rat who just took a swim in the sewer." Oliver wasn't generally this 'cold', however, he'd never really been abandoned either. Abandoned. That's exactly what Sam had done, abandoned him. There was no teary-eyed, bittersweet 'goodbye' nor a heartfelt 'I'll be back soon'. There was nothing, only the disappearance of his friend and the quick phone from Ellie who told him of his departure. No one could blame him for feeling hurt and angry.

He watched as Misfit emerged from the kitchen and approached his owner. He scoffed as the cat rubbed affectionately against Sam's legs, acting as if nothing ever happened. The cat was a far better being than himself. He returned to the sofa and sat on the soft cushion with a soft thud. "No problem, he was good company." It wasn't long before the cat reentered the kitchen to finish his meal. “I kind of expected you to turn me away… I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had.” "I should have - especially after you left here without uttering a word…" He sighed and rubbed his face with his palms. "If Ellie hadn't called me… well I thought you were dead somewhere! You hear about all the riffraff running rampant I thought you were mugged and left bleeding somewhere! Honestly, did it ever occur to you how I might have felt about you just up and leaving?"

Ollie never thought he could hurt this much since his parents died. He was left alone in the world, far away from everything he'd ever known and loved. He felt the same way after Sam left… he felt broken… and alone. "Hmm… well I doubt Ellie told you that I've kept myself practically locked up in this house. I took an extended vacation from work, and even your dear sister failed to drag me from this mansion of gloom." He'd bought this house for the both of them - and with one very important occupant missing, the house felt cold and deserted. "Well your aunt is stupide! Retardé! There's one person… two actually… who don't hate you, but instead love you! That's all you should need…"

'Just tell him already!' God, he wanted too and he'd even hinted at it… but perhaps that wasn't enough. Sam tended to grasp at straws, so it wouldn't shock Ollie if he had to take it a step farther. "You're not homeless and I'm fine. Tired? Indeed I am, I haven't had a good nights rest since you left…"

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;_; aww, poor ollie.

[sammy]

Sam stared quietly after his friend and jumped slightly when Ollie wheeled around and flung a towel in his direction before declaring he looked like a sodden rat. Yeah, he was probably right, though he couldn’t help but flinch at the tone of his voice. He didn’t like it when Ollie was sad… or angry for that matter, but he’d been expecting it so it didn’t come as a shock to Sam. He bit his lower lip and watched as Ollie sat himself down, declaring that Misfit was good company. Yeah, he was pretty good company, for a cat that was. He ragged the towel through his hair until it was near enough dry before he hesitantly moved over to a seat across from Ollie and dropped the towel down beside himself. He studied his friend quietly looking guilty as ever when he heard that Ollie had been worried sick about his sudden disappearance.

He almost looked like a child that’d been told off and grounded for the rest of his life, his eyes ducking to the floor as he awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. “Honestly, did it ever occur to you how I might have felt about you just up and leaving?” It had, briefly, but in truth he had no clue how Ollie would’ve felt, “I… no… not really,” he whispered, “sorry…” He didn’t know what to do or say. Did he keep apologizing to Ollie finally gave in and forgave him? He couldn’t exactly make it up to him in any possible way; he was moneyless, jobless and homeless. He sighed heavily, knowing the last words his aunt had spoken were the truth before he left. He buried his face in his hands and kind of hoped that the ground would shake, burst open and swallow him. Ollie must’ve really felt at a low if not even the likes of Ellie could drag him from his gloom. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how she felt, she probably felt the same, abandoned and hurt.

He moved his hands from his face and looked at Ollie with pleading, sad eyes that could, quite frankly, put an abandoned and hurt puppy to shame. “I know… you’re right, I know. I fucked up… again,” a hint of frustration crept into his voice though it was directed solely at himself. He frowned at the floor then, puzzled by Ollie’s words, “There's one person… two actually… who don't hate you, but instead love you! That's all you should need.” Two people…? He guessed he was referring to Eliza and himself but Sam figured he meant it as the platonic kind, he knew that Eliza was always telling her best friend that she loved her. Friendship was good though, no? He needed friendship and didn’t expect anything more, sure he wanted it, but did he really need it? In a selfish kind of way, yes he supposed he did.

“I’m… not homeless?” He was slow on the uptake today, clearly. “What… you mean…?” he trailed off and glanced around. So this was their place? He opened his mouth to make an objection but shut it quickly again. More guilt was added to the pile when Ollie claimed he hadn’t had a decent night of sleep since he left. “I’m sorry, I am… I didn’t think about what I was doing and it was a stupid decision, I know that now and I tried to make amends with someone who didn’t want to know and I made it worse and… fuck. I shouldn’t be here right now; I should’ve at least called or something before I came back,” he paused then and looked frustratedly at Ollie, “I didn’t think you’d even care this much,” his voice quietened then and he glanced over at the door. “Maybe I should just… go? Come back later when you’ve decided if you actually want me to… be around, coz if I were you I wouldn’t want me around…” he was hovering by the front door now. “You’re the reason why I left,” he blurted out then and a split second after saying it he bit his lip. Now he’d really said too much. He felt trapped and concerned now and the fact the door was, well… locked and he saw no keys didn’t help. ‘Oh fuck… Don’t ask me what I meant, do not ask me what I meant…’

reserved for; savvy & ollie <3
status; donee
notes; those bloody doors 8'D haha.. ask him what he meant >D

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[ollie]

MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING
NEED SOMETHING THAT I CAN CONFESS

coming tomorrow :3