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Date: Winter 2005
Characters: Zach Teller, the big lonely world, oh, and Harry :D
Summary: Him chilling at Peter's (to be back-threaded: Zach spending the night at Peter's after breaking up with Lance) was a one-night deal. Who else can he turn to?
Status: Finished with crazy (and ice cream!).
Ping me
Work went fast.
Too fucking fast.
The shop gave him the opportunity to forget--to not think about the fact that he had nowhere to go home to. No one.
It was a bit cold to sleep on a park bench, but, hey, do what you have to, right?
That's when he remembered. He had a place to say--No questions asked.
Too many questions in his own head, though.
He shrugged, heading for Cooper's place (yes, on his newish bike). What choice did he have? There was Joey's, but he was on the other side of town and.. awkward.
He knocked on the door, heart catching in his throat as his vision registered the note taped to it.
Lovely Zach,
I had to go home for a bit, and I don't know if you might have stopped by or not.. but you know my number. And I miss you, um, I know this is awkward.
But, I do. I love you.
Cooper (Call me!.. if you want)
Zach froze, paper slipping out of his hand to the floor.
Would this have happened if he had chosen Cooper? Would he be at Lance's right now?
The thought made him shatter. Tiny pieces. All over the hall.
Shuddering, he tried to gather himself and his small amount of belongings, when he heard a tiny jingle in his bag--Lance's house key.
Could he just fucking die already? The only place he had ever thought of as home. He still had the key, fuck.
He could never go back.
Zach mounted his bike, riding for a while. Where was he? He felt lost even though that was stupid. He couldn't get lost.
That's when he remembered the other item of interest in his bag.
Harry's number.
Well, what did he have to lose? Pulling out his phone, he stopped the bike, standing at a cross-walk. It was just late enough, or just early enough, that there weren't many people on the street to trample him.
Characters: Zach Teller, the big lonely world, oh, and Harry :D
Summary: Him chilling at Peter's (to be back-threaded: Zach spending the night at Peter's after breaking up with Lance) was a one-night deal. Who else can he turn to?
Status: Finished with crazy (and ice cream!).
Ping me
Work went fast.
Too fucking fast.
The shop gave him the opportunity to forget--to not think about the fact that he had nowhere to go home to. No one.
It was a bit cold to sleep on a park bench, but, hey, do what you have to, right?
That's when he remembered. He had a place to say--No questions asked.
Too many questions in his own head, though.
He shrugged, heading for Cooper's place (yes, on his newish bike). What choice did he have? There was Joey's, but he was on the other side of town and.. awkward.
He knocked on the door, heart catching in his throat as his vision registered the note taped to it.
Lovely Zach,
I had to go home for a bit, and I don't know if you might have stopped by or not.. but you know my number. And I miss you, um, I know this is awkward.
But, I do. I love you.
Cooper (Call me!.. if you want)
Zach froze, paper slipping out of his hand to the floor.
Would this have happened if he had chosen Cooper? Would he be at Lance's right now?
The thought made him shatter. Tiny pieces. All over the hall.
Shuddering, he tried to gather himself and his small amount of belongings, when he heard a tiny jingle in his bag--Lance's house key.
Could he just fucking die already? The only place he had ever thought of as home. He still had the key, fuck.
He could never go back.
Zach mounted his bike, riding for a while. Where was he? He felt lost even though that was stupid. He couldn't get lost.
That's when he remembered the other item of interest in his bag.
Harry's number.
Well, what did he have to lose? Pulling out his phone, he stopped the bike, standing at a cross-walk. It was just late enough, or just early enough, that there weren't many people on the street to trample him.