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[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

Ian's dad, of course, wouldn't let him go. After a few thrown punches, and a few hits, Ian was in his dad's car, on the way to Dylan's. "I can't believe you. Can't you do anything right?" Ian just sat, looking out the window, listening to his dad's accusations. They didn't hurt after 6 years, but they still stung. Arriving at Dylan's house, Ian got out, seeing his dad wait in the car, and knocked on the door.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan heard the knock. "Mika, go back to school. I'll be there soon." He closed his eyes and pressed the paper towel to his still bleeding lip.

 

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

"It's me." Ian mumbled, hoping Dylan could hear him. "I understand if you hate me, but please, just listen to me. I'll disappear after if you want me too." Ian stood there, feeling his dad's eyes burrow in to his back. This wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan's eyes immediately widened at the sound of Ian's voice. He closed them tightly, wishing he could hide. "Come to hit me again? Door's open..." he bit his lip hard.

 

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

Ian shook his head, opening the door he walked in. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard." Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and he started to speak, "I'm sorry I snapped at you. I didn't mean to. You deserve to know, and right then, it just all came at me." Stopping, Ian opened his eyes, seeing if Dylan was still there, and if he was listening.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan' had the pillow over his face. "So what do you have in store for me now?" His arms were in a boxing stance.

 

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

"Love, and regret. Regret over the fact that I ran from you, that I didn't tell you." Walking closer to Dylan, Ian grabbed his wrist, making sure it was okay that he touched him. "To answer your question, yes, my dad does hate me for being gay. Yes, he hates my guts." Ian paused, he had never told anyone that before, not even his closest friends.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan tightened his guard. "A little too late for regret..." His voice was cold. "And why are you telling me this now?"

 

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

"I have no clue." Ian felt the coldness of Dylan's voice. "Maybe in hope that I can at least try to fix what I did." Releasing him, Ian crossed the room, back towards the door. Holding the doorknob, he turned back. "You know, even after all this, I still love you. I have for a whole year, and knowing I could hold you for the time I did, it makes me happy."

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


He threw the pillow at the door, curled up in the fetal position. His eyes were closed tight, trying to fight off the sudden tears that came to his eyes. "Liar...." he whispered.

 

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

"Why would I lie about something like that?" Honestly, the very fact Dylan had said that made Ian mad, but he wouldn't hit him again, that had been the wrong thing to do. "What can I do to make you believe me?" His voice came out like a plead, he wanted Dylan to believe him.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan whimpered softly, realizing he was pressing down on his lip too tight. "W-why did you hit me...?"

 

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

"Cause you called me a p***k. Not the best reason I know, but it is the truth." Ian felt like he was getting somewhere, like Dylan was loosening up. "I won't hit you again, that I can guarantee you." Ian walked back over to Dylan, holding out his hand. I'll leave if he doesn't take it. No, I won't leave, but I'll take it as his answer.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan looked from his hand, up to his eyes. He gently laid his hand in his, then flinched. "I can't go anywhere... not like this..."

 

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

Ian felt instant relief as Dylan took his hand, threading his fingers through Dylan's. "I'm not asking you too." That was the truth, Ian didn't want to go anywhere, he wanted to be here, with Dylan. Sighing, Ian remembered his father was outside, waiting. "What do you want me to do? I want to make it up to you."