Love: A Fictional Narrative
a soft hum rumbled behind his lips as he listened, to tyler, to the silence, to nothing but the soft surrender of the barn to peace and serenity. he didn't say anything for a moment after the blonde spoke, he only gave a gentle squeeze of his hand linked with tyler's and pressed another gentle kiss on his cheek. he knew he had to speak, and that he couldn't just leave the other in silence, but he needed a moment. he'd never felt so vulnerable, nor has he ever felt so guarded in his life. opening up was such an intimate thing and geneva knew he had to at some point, but he was always afraid that the other would find him fucked up. and he knew how terrifying it was and how it could be, and the fact that tyler had decided to delve into his past
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a bit only made the brunette's heart swell in his chest and he knew it was over.
he knew it was over from the moment they began talking, and tyler no longer became the asshole in his eyes, but the only reason he actually enjoyed living in the area. and his resolve died the moment they stepped into the cabin that night. and sure, they were in high school and no one ever thought high school relationships would last that long -- hell, geneva didn't either -- but it felt like they would. it felt like they'd be together forever or die trying. it felt like geneva had known him since forever, it felt like he was on cloud nine when they were together and hell when they weren't. and yeah, he was being dramatic, but he couldn't fathom the thought of them breaking up. the previous night was a roller coaster, that was for sure.
"you have me," geneva whispers gently, brushing through the blonde's hair gently, "i'm sorry about your mom," he continues solemnly. he knew that tyler's life was a complete mess, much like his own, but geneva was in a good spot now, and tyler was still struggling. and as much as he wanted to do something to help out, he knew better than most that he couldn't. he could try and try, but there would only be so much he could do before things returned to how they were anyway. and so, instead of trying to pry and protect the blonde, he just wanted to be there for him and help him. things would blow over sooner or later, and tyler just needed support until then, and geneva wanted to be his support. he just wanted to be someone that the blonde could feel comfortable and open up around.
geneva knew that struggling all alone was one of the worst things to ever go through. he never really had a father figure in his life, his mother took a downward spiral and was never around unless it was to wake him up in the middle of the night filled with paranoia. geneva spent days in the city smoking weed or at the bars and clubs scrounging for work or food. what else could he do? he didn't dare ever want to go home, not when his mom was home, tripping on ecstasy or when the apartment was empty. so he spent his days outside, couch surfing at friends or having an occasional hook-up just to stay the night. but it wasn't that bad. it was a lifestyle that he got used to. perhaps the only thing that really hurt was his mother's anger. whenever she was hooked on drugs, she became a different person. she went from fun to paranoid, afraid that things were coming for her, afraid that he was out to get her, and then she became sad. she would cry and sob and geneva would be there to comfort her. and then she'd get angry. wildly, aggressively angry. she'd scream at him, throw things, hit him. anything she could do, she did. but geneva knew she didn't mean it. she couldn't have.
"we won't have to sleep in the barn anymore then, we can just sneak into my room," he teases, shaking away the clouds of gray that had begun to surround his thoughts. he leans into the blonde, hands delicately gripping the front of tyler's shirt before tugging him in for a short kiss. "we won't freeze to death- besides, you've never seen my room before, have you?" he asks curiously, brown eyes meeting blue for a moment before his gaze fell to the floor, a soft smile on his face. he was giddy. he was excited. he was nervous. he was a turmoil of different emotions, good emotions. partially nerve-wracking, but they were a good kind of nerve-wracking. he wanted to bring the blonde inside, for once, instead of forcing the blonde to sleep out in the cold. sure, the barn was a good place to hang out, but to sleep? not so much. the draft was insanely strong. not to mention, it'd ease their tension. he always got asked a multitude of questions about school, most likely out of the fear of him becoming an outcast (which, jokes on them, was already happening). so this would help out and hopefully put an end to the repetitive questions.
"of course i do, i don't mind either," he hums with a bright smile, more than grateful that the blonde at least took him up on one of the offers. he definitely hadn't expected that. he didn't push about both mike and jake, knowing full well that the other could survive on his own. as much as he wanted to help out, geneva knew better than to continue to push at it.
he took the other's offer up before brushing himself off quickly, linking their fingers together once again before leading the other out of the barn. he flashed a small smile at the blonde, "don't worry, they'll like you, i promise," he quips gently, "i mean, i'm not their kid anyway. it doesn't really matter to them what i do," he explains quickly with a wave of his hand. though, his excitement was quick to dissipate at the sight of a familiar beat up car parked in the driveway. and he stopped dead in his tracks as his blood ran cold, his grip on the other's hand tightening at the sight of a familiar brunette seemingly in an argument with mark, who was still clad in his pajamas.
geneva hadn't seen her in ages.
or what felt like ages. and she didn't look any different. it didn't look like she even attempted rehab. it didn't even look like she changed since he was still home. he blew out a shaky breath, his vision growing bleary as he swallowed a gasping breath of air, feeling tears well up. the world was going up in flames around him. nothing was going right. and things were so perfect back at the barn. things were going great, and now this. a panic attack. from his mother. his mother was here.
his grip slackened before it slipped out of the blonde's, geneva took a moment to wipe his clammy palms against his jeans, "you... you should go tyler, i'm sorry but i-i just.." he explains shakily, taking another step towards his home before sparing a glance at the blonde, "i promise we can meet anya and mark some other time but just.. today's not the da-"
"brookie!" her shrill voice was quick to cut off his words as he felt familiar thin, frail arms wrap around him, and he could only tense up in panic. his eyes fell away from the blonde to meet his mother's. as much as he loved her, he was terrified of her. terrified of what she could do, what she could become. "oh i missed you so much honey, i'm here to take you back."
"what about rehab?" he asks quickly, watching carefully as her mood darkened, a scowl forming on her
face.
"you see me again for the first time in months and i'm here to take you home and that's the first thing you say to me you little shi-"
"sorry, sorry, i missed you too mom," he took a moment to return her hug as mark cautiously entered the scene, his gaze moving from tyler to geneva and then back to geneva's mother in a sweeping glance. and geneva knew that this wasn't the right turn of events.
"evelyn, i'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"i have a right to see my son," she responds defiantly, only for mark to shake his head.
"not today, you don't have custody, no paperwork has been filed, the court said you should be in rehab," the moment was heavy, and evelyn had no intentions of backing down, not until she spotted anya and brie stepping out from inside the house, their gaze set on the ruckus on the yard. her gaze returns to geneva, softening for a moment before she pulled him into another abrupt hug.
"i'll come back for you, okay? be good, they better be taking care of you." and with that, she was back in her car, the engine sputtering back to life before she haphazardly pulled out of the driveway, darting off into the distance.
a bit only made the brunette's heart swell in his chest and he knew it was over.
he knew it was over from the moment they began talking, and tyler no longer became the asshole in his eyes, but the only reason he actually enjoyed living in the area. and his resolve died the moment they stepped into the cabin that night. and sure, they were in high school and no one ever thought high school relationships would last that long -- hell, geneva didn't either -- but it felt like they would. it felt like they'd be together forever or die trying. it felt like geneva had known him since forever, it felt like he was on cloud nine when they were together and hell when they weren't. and yeah, he was being dramatic, but he couldn't fathom the thought of them breaking up. the previous night was a roller coaster, that was for sure.
"you have me," geneva whispers gently, brushing through the blonde's hair gently, "i'm sorry about your mom," he continues solemnly. he knew that tyler's life was a complete mess, much like his own, but geneva was in a good spot now, and tyler was still struggling. and as much as he wanted to do something to help out, he knew better than most that he couldn't. he could try and try, but there would only be so much he could do before things returned to how they were anyway. and so, instead of trying to pry and protect the blonde, he just wanted to be there for him and help him. things would blow over sooner or later, and tyler just needed support until then, and geneva wanted to be his support. he just wanted to be someone that the blonde could feel comfortable and open up around.
geneva knew that struggling all alone was one of the worst things to ever go through. he never really had a father figure in his life, his mother took a downward spiral and was never around unless it was to wake him up in the middle of the night filled with paranoia. geneva spent days in the city smoking weed or at the bars and clubs scrounging for work or food. what else could he do? he didn't dare ever want to go home, not when his mom was home, tripping on ecstasy or when the apartment was empty. so he spent his days outside, couch surfing at friends or having an occasional hook-up just to stay the night. but it wasn't that bad. it was a lifestyle that he got used to. perhaps the only thing that really hurt was his mother's anger. whenever she was hooked on drugs, she became a different person. she went from fun to paranoid, afraid that things were coming for her, afraid that he was out to get her, and then she became sad. she would cry and sob and geneva would be there to comfort her. and then she'd get angry. wildly, aggressively angry. she'd scream at him, throw things, hit him. anything she could do, she did. but geneva knew she didn't mean it. she couldn't have.
"we won't have to sleep in the barn anymore then, we can just sneak into my room," he teases, shaking away the clouds of gray that had begun to surround his thoughts. he leans into the blonde, hands delicately gripping the front of tyler's shirt before tugging him in for a short kiss. "we won't freeze to death- besides, you've never seen my room before, have you?" he asks curiously, brown eyes meeting blue for a moment before his gaze fell to the floor, a soft smile on his face. he was giddy. he was excited. he was nervous. he was a turmoil of different emotions, good emotions. partially nerve-wracking, but they were a good kind of nerve-wracking. he wanted to bring the blonde inside, for once, instead of forcing the blonde to sleep out in the cold. sure, the barn was a good place to hang out, but to sleep? not so much. the draft was insanely strong. not to mention, it'd ease their tension. he always got asked a multitude of questions about school, most likely out of the fear of him becoming an outcast (which, jokes on them, was already happening). so this would help out and hopefully put an end to the repetitive questions.
"of course i do, i don't mind either," he hums with a bright smile, more than grateful that the blonde at least took him up on one of the offers. he definitely hadn't expected that. he didn't push about both mike and jake, knowing full well that the other could survive on his own. as much as he wanted to help out, geneva knew better than to continue to push at it.
he took the other's offer up before brushing himself off quickly, linking their fingers together once again before leading the other out of the barn. he flashed a small smile at the blonde, "don't worry, they'll like you, i promise," he quips gently, "i mean, i'm not their kid anyway. it doesn't really matter to them what i do," he explains quickly with a wave of his hand. though, his excitement was quick to dissipate at the sight of a familiar beat up car parked in the driveway. and he stopped dead in his tracks as his blood ran cold, his grip on the other's hand tightening at the sight of a familiar brunette seemingly in an argument with mark, who was still clad in his pajamas.
geneva hadn't seen her in ages.
or what felt like ages. and she didn't look any different. it didn't look like she even attempted rehab. it didn't even look like she changed since he was still home. he blew out a shaky breath, his vision growing bleary as he swallowed a gasping breath of air, feeling tears well up. the world was going up in flames around him. nothing was going right. and things were so perfect back at the barn. things were going great, and now this. a panic attack. from his mother. his mother was here.
his grip slackened before it slipped out of the blonde's, geneva took a moment to wipe his clammy palms against his jeans, "you... you should go tyler, i'm sorry but i-i just.." he explains shakily, taking another step towards his home before sparing a glance at the blonde, "i promise we can meet anya and mark some other time but just.. today's not the da-"
"brookie!" her shrill voice was quick to cut off his words as he felt familiar thin, frail arms wrap around him, and he could only tense up in panic. his eyes fell away from the blonde to meet his mother's. as much as he loved her, he was terrified of her. terrified of what she could do, what she could become. "oh i missed you so much honey, i'm here to take you back."
"what about rehab?" he asks quickly, watching carefully as her mood darkened, a scowl forming on her
face.
"you see me again for the first time in months and i'm here to take you home and that's the first thing you say to me you little shi-"
"sorry, sorry, i missed you too mom," he took a moment to return her hug as mark cautiously entered the scene, his gaze moving from tyler to geneva and then back to geneva's mother in a sweeping glance. and geneva knew that this wasn't the right turn of events.
"evelyn, i'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"i have a right to see my son," she responds defiantly, only for mark to shake his head.
"not today, you don't have custody, no paperwork has been filed, the court said you should be in rehab," the moment was heavy, and evelyn had no intentions of backing down, not until she spotted anya and brie stepping out from inside the house, their gaze set on the ruckus on the yard. her gaze returns to geneva, softening for a moment before she pulled him into another abrupt hug.
"i'll come back for you, okay? be good, they better be taking care of you." and with that, she was back in her car, the engine sputtering back to life before she haphazardly pulled out of the driveway, darting off into the distance.