RP: The Hardest Thing
Date: May 5, 2011 - late evening
Characters: Kyle Walker, Fisher Winters, Derrick Andersen
Location: Derrick's house
Status: Private
Summary: Kyle runs away to a safe place.
Completion: Complete
Right at that very moment, Ezra would be crawling into bed, Kyle thought, sitting on the front step of Derrick's porch. He hadn't rang the doorbell yet, wouldn't until he was ready - he needed to think first, try to get it all figured out in his head.
Ezra would find the note tomorrow, probably in the morning. Kyle had left it sitting on what had been his bed before he had moved in to Ezra's room. He just hoped Ezra would understand what he was doing - giving him a better chance at a normal life. He deserved someone better than some streetrat he'd found in a park, no matter what Ezra said. And he hoped Ez wouldn't come after him, wouldn't make a scene. Just let him go.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, Kyle stood up and punched the doorbell, kicking his bag slightly so that it was sitting between his feet. Chewing on his lip, he couldn't stop the half-smile that escaped as he heard Derrick say, "Fi, can you get that? I'll get the dogs." And oh. That's what that noise was, dogs yipping excitedly. Fuck, maybe this hadn't been the best idea.
Too late now, he thought, as the door opened and a tall, young man opened the door. This must be Fisher, he figured. "Hi, 'm Kyle? I work with Derrick at Abbey?" he muttered, looking down at his feet. "He'aid I couldstaywith himif Iever neededto." Shit shit shit, now he was crying. Damn it.
Characters: Kyle Walker, Fisher Winters, Derrick Andersen
Location: Derrick's house
Status: Private
Summary: Kyle runs away to a safe place.
Completion: Complete
Right at that very moment, Ezra would be crawling into bed, Kyle thought, sitting on the front step of Derrick's porch. He hadn't rang the doorbell yet, wouldn't until he was ready - he needed to think first, try to get it all figured out in his head.
Ezra would find the note tomorrow, probably in the morning. Kyle had left it sitting on what had been his bed before he had moved in to Ezra's room. He just hoped Ezra would understand what he was doing - giving him a better chance at a normal life. He deserved someone better than some streetrat he'd found in a park, no matter what Ezra said. And he hoped Ez wouldn't come after him, wouldn't make a scene. Just let him go.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, Kyle stood up and punched the doorbell, kicking his bag slightly so that it was sitting between his feet. Chewing on his lip, he couldn't stop the half-smile that escaped as he heard Derrick say, "Fi, can you get that? I'll get the dogs." And oh. That's what that noise was, dogs yipping excitedly. Fuck, maybe this hadn't been the best idea.
Too late now, he thought, as the door opened and a tall, young man opened the door. This must be Fisher, he figured. "Hi, 'm Kyle? I work with Derrick at Abbey?" he muttered, looking down at his feet. "He'aid I couldstaywith himif Iever neededto." Shit shit shit, now he was crying. Damn it.