run baby run, don't ever look back. [ jasey ]

[jaredkennedy]

"I'm not drunk, honest to God!"
"Look mate, you can try and persuade me all you like, but you really are too drunk to be in here."
"Please, just one last drink? Then I go babe."
All Jared's pleading, yet the bartender wasn't buying it at all. The fact he just got called "babe" too, by the obviously drunk male, seemed to make his mood worse. It wasn't that he disliked gays, it was just so awkward to be called so when you really didn't swing that way at all. "I'm sorry. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, otherwise the bouncer will escort you out." Turning to another customer, the bartender tried his hardest to ignore Jared.
"Fine, I'm leaving. I don't need your alcohol anyway." Jared spat, clearly upset that he didn't get what he wanted. Oh well, guess it was time to try and stumble home.

Running a hand through his hair, Jared paused himself for a moment as he tried to stop everything from spinning. Maybe the bartender was right, perhaps one more drink could of made him paralytic. Oh gosh, that wouldn't be good at all. Last time that happened Jared ended up in hospital not rembering anything to happen that previous night. "You should really go back to rehab." His conscience kept telling him, but he couldn't go back. They didn't help him anyway, they just made him crave more afterwards. It could be because he never told them the real reason for his problem that they couldn't solve it, but that was personal to Jared and he wouldn't share it to anybody. Nobody could know that his family disowned him, left him to fight his own battles, no it hurt too much. Stupid as he might be, Jared wasn't careless. He knew that telling a friend his own problems could cause them to become depressed and make them think. Oh, Jared knew that too well. He was sick of people telling him their own problems, not realising that he actually had his own to deal with. Any little thing could trigger his memory, and it hurt too much to bare with. You hear of teens self-harming themselves, causing pain to stop it attacking others, but Jared wasn't strong enough to do so. The best way he drowned everything out was the alcohol, it always appeared to help. No pain, no scars, no nothing. Just a headache in the morning.

Pushing open the bar door, Jared stumbled out, tripping on the step as he did so. Falling on the ground, his head hit the hard concrete causing a shriek to escape his lips. Nobody appeared to be out on the streets to help Jared up, so he stayed put. Well, he knew he couldn't exactly lay on the ground all night, so managed to prop himself up on his elbows. Pushing his body into a sitting position, Jared leant his head back against a wall being careful not to cut his head open even more. His breaths became deeper and deeper as he tried calming himself down. He really was so pathetic when he was drunk, couldn't fend for himself at all. Poor lamb.

Placing a hand on his head, Jared quickly took it back when he felt something wet against his palm. Blood. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to think of "happy" things to take his mind away from the mess he'd just caused himself. "Oh God... Is anybody there?" He murmured, eyes still shut. He couldn't face looking at the blood, it would only make him faint, or scream. Either way it wasn't healthy for him at all. With the back of his hand against the sidewalk, bloodied palm face up, all that was left for him to do was wait. Wait for anybody to lend a helping hand, get him back on his feet and back home.

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[charleston covington]

Sleeping had never been something that Jasey was found of doing, occasionally going so far as to not sleep for a day or two and then crash after that. What could he say? Sleeping meant that maybe somewhere, something was going on and he was missing it by being in bed at this time. Which is exactly why he was walking around the roads aimlessly, partly because he was restless, partly because he was bored, and partly because he just didn’t want to return home for the night. Running a hand through dark brown hair he glanced around him, the streets were unfamiliar to him still, but he’d found out that he was now able to return home without to much problem. Luck was on his side so far, thankfully. Listening to his converse strike against the cement he kept his eyes facing directly ahead of him as he walked and thought about the people he had met, the people that worked at the grocery store, Addie and then Jersey both of them had been very nice to him and slowly but surely the more nice people he met the better he was feeling about his accent.

Slipping his hands into his pockets he put on his Jasey swagger and made his way down the streets walking without a destination. The thing he was best at was exactly that, no destination was the best way to get around, because no matter where you stop it’s the right place to stop. Destiny, destination. There is a reason they both start with destin. These thoughts were common for him, though he did not believe in god he did believe in destiny to a point. If you listened to your heart then you would end up where you were supposed to be at the right time and the right place. No matter what, all you had to believe in was a little bit of magic and a little bit of luck.

Tugging on the hem of his lime green shirt he frowned, walks on his own were great but he wished one of those new people he met were late nighters like he did. It was only midnight but he knew he would be up until five in the morning, possibly even later if he decided tonight was a night that sleep was not needed. Pulling his leather jacket tighter around him, it may be summer but the nights could be cold. Turning the corner he held out his arm and ran his fingers over the brick of the building he was walking beside, a habit of his that origin still confused him, he didn’t remember when he started doing it, just that he now did it from time to time. It was a surprise to Jasey when he heard a door open somewhere ahead of him and then a body stumbling out. It didn’t take him long to figure out that the building in front of him was a pub and obviously this was a drunken person. Though he couldn’t exactly tale if this person was male or female. Jasey grimaced when he heard Jared’s head hit the pavement, which had to hurt. Without a doubt it had to hurt. For a moment he hesitated going over to the body, but when he heard the person murmuring and then saw the body sit up he decided he should go check it out. Crouching beside the body of what he now knew was a drunken male he bit his lip.

“Zat es a nasty head wound. Are you alright? Es et ze hospital zat I should be calling? I can take you zere ef you want et.” He said glad that he wasn’t afraid of blood or else he wouldn’t be able to be a gentleman and help the poor soul that was probably in some trouble. Though if the male were convincingly sure that he didn’t need help Jasey would be out of there in an instant. “My name es, Jasey by ze way.” His French accent hung heavy on his words as he spoke. Zipping his jacket up he brushed off his dark blue washed jeans and stood up offering his hand to the male to help him up sure of himself that he would be taking the male to the hospital because honestly the male probably needed it.

[jaredkennedy]

Hearing footsteps approach him, Jared tilted his head up, opening his eyes. Spying a male walking forwards, he expected him to walk straight on by. To Jared's surprise, he watched as the male crouched next to him. Staying silent, Jared didn't want to make a bad impression by saying something stupid. He had a slight tendancy to do that. Everything would be going fine on a night out, then he finds an attractive male and slips up big time. It surely would be best if he pretended to be a mute, but he knew it wouldn't last for long with this boy. He was fucking stunning, and oh God, that accent. Biting down on his lip, Jared listened to the words from this mysterious male. He always had been a sucker for accents, but this one was just too gorgeous. "I- Uh- Yeah. The hospital is probably a good idea." Jared finally spoke, taking the male's hand with his clean one. Hauling himself up, he winced in slight pain as bitter wind stung his open wound. "Th- thank you Jasey." He stuttered out, obviously surprised by this kind male's actions. "I'm J-Jared."

Standing still for a few moments, Jared closed his eyes as he tried to not focus on the throbbing coming from his head. How was he supposed to walk along to the hospital with that going on. Urgh, and he was pissed out of his mind, it was a struggle to stand, let alone walk in a straight line. Maybe this was a time to make a sneaky move on the french guy. Even drunk, Jared still could work his charm. Slipping an arm around the male's shoulders he sighed, "S-sorry... I just need some support. Please excuse my behaviour, I honestly don't act like this usually. M-maybe after we sort out this little mess going on with my head, we can start over again. You're so gorgeous." Ah, there goes the little slip up. Jared couldn't help himself though, it was the drink taking over. He hadn't a clue what was going on, and most likely wouldn't remember Jasey in the morning. Wait, wasn't it morning already? Oh God, he needed to get home. He needed some sleep. He needed- Ah, fuck it. You only live once.

Putting most of his weight on Jasey, Jared started walking, small steps at a time. This really wasn't working. "D-do you think you could buy me some water? Here," Taking out a few dollars he handed them to the french boy. "Use this, and buy anything else you think could sober me up. Otherwise I'm honestly going to get nowhere." He groaned, taking his arm away from Jasey's shoulders. Swaying on the spot slightly, Jared managed to carefully lower himself to the ground once more. It was so much more better down here, and a lot safer. Well, safer than walking in pitch black with a stranger anyway. Maybe it would be best if they could reach the hospital, but Jared knew it was a fucking trek away. Urgh, he chose the wrong times to get pissed, and the wrong times to hurt himself. But hey, this could only get better.

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[charleston covington]

Nodding his head he helped pull the male up carefully, knowing that Jared had to be in some amount of pain with that head wound, “Et es no problem. I can not leave you out here. Et es dangerous I would zink. Et es nice to meet you, Jared.” Jasey said nodding his head while he waited for Jared to get his balance, not at all minding that Jared had to put his arm around his shoulder to help keep him up. Holding onto Jared’s hand slightly and putting an arm around his waist to help keep him up Jasey gave a slight smirk followed with a blush at what Jared had said, “Et es not a problem, but es all of America like zis when zey are drunk?” Jasey asked moving with Jared at Jared’s pace. Jasey would get him to the hospital and then get Jared somewhere save so that he would be able to sleep without worrying about the drunken male. That’s just the kind of person Jasey is, he either helps someone in need or stays up all night wondering if they’re okay. It’s a curse, not a good thing.

Taking the money from Jared, Jasey nodded his head helping Jared sat down he waited a moment to make sure that he would be okay. “Back en jiffy. Do not die before I get back.” Jasey said before disappearing into the bar, it didn’t take him long to move around the crowd and get to the bar to get a bottle of water. It also didn’t take long for him to get back out of the bar. Looking around he located Jared and made his way over to him, opening the bottle of water and sitting down next to Jared handing him the bottle of water and the money he hadn’t needed to get the water. “I zink, your head es not as bad as could be. I zink we should still get you to ze hospital, but I do not zink you will be en any more trouble zen a hurt head en ze morning. Needless to say I am glad I am not you.” Jasey said eyes open wide with his hands up in front of him palms out. At least he was honest about what he thought, because really between a headache and a hang over he was really glad he wasn’t Jared at the moment.

Stretching his arms up over his head he looked towards Jared he smiled sweetly, “Just let me know when you are ready to keep going. I still do zink you need to go to ze hospital. Even if your head es not zat bad. Maybe they can give you IV zat helps you get sobered up, a little.” Jasey had a friend back in France and whenever his friend had gotten drunk he’d always manage to find an IV and convince Jasey to help hook him up to it to help prevent a hangover he knew was coming. Of course Jasey had always obliged even if he had secretly wanted the male to suffer for his stupidity of getting drunk all the time.

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[jaredkennedy]

Feeling an arm slip around his waist, Jared felt pure bliss. It had been a while since he'd ever had this strange feeling. You know the one. Where everything seems to be so perfect, knowing that you're safe in whoevers arms you're in. Of course, jared was drunk though. So how was he to know what he was really feeling? It was most likely hunger anyway. Or Jared's affectionate side was showing. Moving his body closer against Jasey's, he tilted his head to the side so that it could rest on the other male's. Jared was smooth enough not to get blood on the other male. That would just be disaster. But gosh, this was such a comfortable position. Why couldn't he of found this boy a lot sooner?! Giggling to himself, Jared was sure that Jasey probably thought of him as a complete idiot. "No, no. Not all Americans are like me. I just have a problem you see. I find alcohol as a good way to drown out all my never ending fears. It makes me feel invincible, like I'm the only man in the world that matters. Stupid, I know, but who can blame me after what I've been through. I wont go into detail though, maybe if I got to know you a little more I could learn to trust you. I like you." There goes Jared's babbling. What was he on about? Jared never told anyone about his past, ever. He wasn't going to tell a complete stranger, was he? Oh God, what are you doing to yourself boy.

Using Jasey's help sitting down, Jared sighed as he watched the male go into the bar. Well, he watched the french boy's ass anyway. God, it was so nice- Shaking his head, Jared winced, he'd quite forgotten about the bloodied gash that was there. "Owww." He complained, and was so tempted to rub it better, but knew he'd just get blood on his hand again. He wasn't in a mood for that in all honesty, he already felt sick from alcohol, he didn't need to pass out on a hot guy either. As Jasey emerged back out, a smile immediately crept onto Jared's face. "Hey, I didn't die babe. Which is a good thing really. Seeing as if I'd have died, I wouldn't be able to ask for your number." Just stop Jared, please stop. "I should really stop talking now, because knowing my luck I'll either come onto you and fail, or just say something plain stupid." He babbled, laughing nervously. Closing his mouth, he wished to keep it shut for their entire journey to the hospital.

Taking the water from Jasey's hand he unscrewed the lid off of it. Tilting the bottle at his lips, he parted them slightly, allowing the tasteless shit to flow down his throat. Urgh, honestly disgusting. At that moment, Jared wished he could change his drink into vodka. It would be a lot better for everybody. Screwing the lid back on, Jared scowled a little, knowing that if he kept on drinking the water he'd sober up a bit. "IV?" Wasn't that for people who were really ill though? Jared had never thought to have used an IV to help sober someone up. Jasey seemed to know what he was on about though, so maybe that could be a good idea. "Will it hurt? I think I've suffered enough pain for tonight, darling." When it came to hospitals, Jared did actually hate them. The clean smell of disinfectant, the white washed walls, it was so scary. "Promise me you'll stay with by my side and hold my hand?" He whispered, looking up at the gorgeous boy in front.

Standing to his feet, he slipped his arm around Jasey's waist, leaning his weight against the male once more. His hand gripped at the boy's hip, stroking it every so often. "You're such a lovely boy. I'd kill to have you." Sighing contently, all Jared was focused on now was to get to the hospital so that his head could be examined. First was to endure the troubled walk there, and then the painful long wait. This would be such a fun night. Although, having a sweet, adorable, french boy with you all the way might not be so bad.

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[charleston covington]

The only reason Jasey was not eager to get with this American male was because he was drunk and Jasey had enough morals to not take advantage of people who were not completely capable of handling themselves. Sure Jasey could give Jared what he wanted but when he really was piss drunk who knew what Jared’s reaction could be later on. “I would give to you mah number, but et does not seem right when you are a drunken fool. Ef you sober up and still want et, zen we will talk about me giving et to you, darling.” While he watched Jared drink the water he really wondered if all drunks were like this, he wasn’t sure he’d never been around a drunk before. Actually Jasey made a point of not being right there when the drinking started, he disappeared quickly.

“Et might hurt for a tiny second but not zat bad after I do not zink.” He said shrugging his shoulders helplessly, though that helpless feeling might have been from the way Jared would stroke his hip every so often, if he didn’t stop soon or the hospital was to far off they might both fall to the ground because of Jasey’s ability to get weak kneed at times. “Of course I will stay zere with you. You are my responsibility sense I am ze one zat found you, and you would only kill to haf me because of ze accent, et es what you would kill to haf.” Of course that was what Jasey believed though for a lot of people it was probably true, some accents just sent people swooning, particularly French and British ones. Walking along beside Jared quietly he thought about what the male had said about why he drank, was that something Jared was open about or was Jared just telling him this because he wasn’t the most sober man on either at the moment. Keeping an arm around Jared to keep him walking they finally got to the hospital. “Hey, look zere es ze hospidal.”

He was excited, eager to get Jared checked out and to make sure that he wouldn’t mysteriously die in an hour from the cut on his head. Pulling Jared along carefully and slowly he made his way inside with the male and up to the desk, “Zese male needs help, ef you would be so kind as to help et would be tres nice.” Jasey said smiling as the nurse nodded and got up from her seat behind the counter motioning them to follow her to an area blocked off by a curtain which she pulled back to reveal a bed. Putting Jared down on it he sat down next to the male, obviously ready to keep his promise of not leaving the male.

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