He strolled along lost in thought. Cain was probably missing him by now and it was only... four minutes since he was supposed to be there. It was enough to send the boy into a panic attack.
Spending time in France left him feeling lost in his own hometown. He had wandered at least two blocks the wrong direction before he realized he was headed for school and not the park.
Oh well, his feelings were irking at every nerve and they ushered him along this direction. He was positive the tightening, nervous sensation rippling through him was his maternal instincts over Cain.
He hadn't meant to go on a trip right after their little spiel. When he had come home angry with the whole event, his brother had bound out of his room to tell him that their parents were taking them on a vacation. Riff forgot to even tell Cain he went. Well... more like he neglected to tell him until he called. Even then he just left it as a message on his cell phone.
Riff turned a corner and found just the person he'd been looking for sitting on the bench, clutching his stomach.
When had their relationship reached the point where Cain could recognize Riff's footsteps? He couldn't remember, but at the too-familiar sound--too light for someone as large as Riff was, almost tentative, but not shy--he pushed himself off the bench and ran towards him.
Once he reached Riff, though, he froze. He'd written down and memorized everything he'd wanted to say, but at the sight of him...the look on his face, the familiar, sculpted features, those blue, blue eyes...he choked.
Nor had it even occured to Riff how difficult it would be to even respond to Cain's call. It left him feeling awkward and that required energy to push the awkwardness back to the corner of his mind.
He wasn't mad at Cain any more, even if it looked like the boy still hadn't picked up any decent foods while he was gone. He just didn't know what to say. He wasn't sorry, so that wouldn't cut it. Maybe his actions were a little immature, but then... well, he lost it at the mere thought of having no way to convey to Cain his meaning. It wasn't that Cain didn't understand. It was just Cain refused to listen and that bothered him. One day the boy was going to starve and then nopt understand why in death.
Riff sighed and held his arms out for Cain to come to him. Actions were always so much easier than words.
(Wow, is Riff ever so late or what? Sorry, Mr. Raffit has started college and three courses worth 15 credits combined equals a lot of work for me. =P)
((Haha, Cain's even worse. xD The college monster seems to thoroughly enjoy nomming free time, no? I have almost 1100 emails in my inbox that I don't have time to clear out, much less respond to. -___-"))
By the time Cain realized what he was doing, he had already bolted forward and tangled his fingers in the soft, blue shirt Riff was wearing, his cheek against his friend's broad chest, heart pounding. He felt dizzy, ecstatic, exhausted, feverish, and clung to Riff as these feelings swirled around him, making it heard to catch his breath, hard to stand up.
"Don't leave me," he muttered, breathing in Riff's familiar smell, soaking up his warmth. "Don't ever leave me." /I'm sorry. I love you. I'm so, so sorry./
((Soooo glad I cleared my inbox before starting school. Although, I logged on yesterday and was like "Holy HELL! 39 EMAILS!?! FROM WHERE!?!". Anyway, I take at least a one-hour break between classes that I should probably use for homework, but I need to check my emails- or I would've failed to learn that I still have to turn homework in even if there is no Global Warming today. -_-"))
The weakness that seemed to transpire throughout his young friend terrified him. He wrapped his arms under Cain's to support him and easily guided him back to the bench. After making Cain sit down, Riff squatted on one knee in front of him.
"I would have no where to go, Cain." Riff smiled warmly at the youth, he brushed dark bangs from the pale face, "I don't know what I would do if I left. That, and I hardly can as it is. You still have yet to learn how to take care of yourself."
Riff wrapped his arms around the younger man's thin frame in comfort. He hardly could recall why he had been angry with Cain in the first place. Well... that wasn't true. But every ounce of it had been replaced with fear from the sudden weakeness on Cain's part. Cain had him wrapped around his every need and want and he could barely think how disastarous that would be for him to realize one day...
((xD I came back from visiting my best friend for two weeks, and I had over a hundred new emails. >.< All were from Facebook. -__-" Yes, email is a helpful way to communicate such things as homework stuff. xD))
Cain shuddered, his heart lodging itself in his throat, trying not to let out the sob that wanted so badly to release. His breathing quickened in response, and his vision went blurry for a minute. He clutched at Riff, needing the stability; his stomach panged.
"Why do I need to take care of myself when I have you to do it for me?" he muttered, desperately clutching his arms around Riff's neck. "I need you. I can't face Father on my own." He looked up at Riff, eyes fever-bright. God, if Riff ever really left him, he'd kill himself; he wouldn't be able to take it. Just the past month had left a huge toll on him, and he knew he never wanted to experience that pain, the feeling of knowing Riff was angry--possibly irreparably--with him, ever again.
((Haha, I have two email accounts. That way my school and the most important of things get through to me pretty promptly. I actually told facebook to stop sending me every new update. It was clouding my inbox. However, fanfiction gets through to me. P= Oh! PS- Go to deviantart.com and look up 'Oscar Eats World'. I was bored during Global Warming. Hopefully it makes you smile. =) ))
"If you need me to take care of you, then why don't you let me do that, Cain? Everytime I try you seem to thwart my attempts. It won't kill you to be agreeable with me, would it?" He tilted Cain's face up towards him and smiled down at him.
Wrapping his arms around Cain, he added, "Perhaps we should get lunch. After all, I'm positive if you don't eat soon that you'll die in the midst of our conversation."
Riff pressed a button on the side of his cell phone. The colors that lit up the small screen read 5:30 pm. "Or maybe dinner..." he corrected.
((OMGeez! So date like. =P Sad that poor Riff doesn't seem to notice. >_> Stupid school and all its busy-busy.))
((Yo, wanna continue this one? ^^;
I totally didn't realize it was my post. >3> Sorry~! I fail.
So if you'd rather leave it be, that's fine, but if you want, I can reply, too. ^^; ))
((If you'd like to continue, then I have no problem with that-- busy, busy college, no?
Anyway, if you want to start a completely different one, then I have no problem with that either. =] ))
...let's start a new one. XD; Do you have AIM?