However, I still want to participate in a small Original Character Tournament going on here [link]. So there's that...
Everyone Else - Part 11Genre: drama, psychological, mature, contemporary, romance, m/mEveryone Else - Part 11 by ~citizencandy
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Charlie looks at Finlay with eyes smoked red with fatigue, likely seeping excess alcohol that his body could not consume fast enough. He cannot comprehend the vision in front of him, and the task to do so is so great, he is tempted to believe him a sad, drunken apparition. They are on different planes of existence altogether. And how sad it is indeed to find the past at his doorstep while he's been struggling with it all these years. Charlie leans on his knees and throws up.
Finlay takes a step back and avoids the spatter. Nausea thrums and bubbles forth in the pit of Ch
Everyone Else - Part 10Genre: romance; high school + later years; drama; m/mEveryone Else - Part 10 by ~citizencandy
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"Just you an' me. How 'bout it?"
Finlay twangs a guitar string. He's the perfect image of a cowboy pining against the backdrop of a romantic wilderness Charlie thinks he can see through his music, instead of the hospital room that has had him walled in for two days.
"I can't, Finlay."
"You can't or you won't?"
Charlie can feel the disappointment of a crossed child wash over him hotly. But if he stays here, he does not know how long it will be until he tries again. Until he breaks down and becomes a deadweight to all those around him. Finlay's charity is unnece
Everyone Else - Part 9Genre: high school; romance; drama; m/mEveryone Else - Part 9 by ~citizencandy
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His arm hurts. Charlie looks down and sees his sister pulling hard at it; her face is red and crumpled with fury. She is yelling something at him in garbled, angry words. It's her lipstick. Her lipstick has gone missing and she thinks she knows it's him. Last time she found her bangles and her nail polish under his mattress, so this merely furthers her suspicions. His shoulders hurt from the way her fingers dig into his skin. Exasperation irons out the temporary lines in her face as she throws him aside and storms out the room to complain to her mother.