Well, when you go Don't ever think i'll make you try to stay And maybe when you get back I'll be off to find another way
The blonde lay on the bed, head propped up on his hand, watching his lover sleep. He looked so peaceful lying there, his brown hair hanging over his closed eyes. A sigh passed his rosey lips as his eyes scanned the other male, the covers pooling round his waist as he sighed in his sleep. How in the name of God, had Justin found such an amazing man to be with? This person was the light of Sunshine’s life. The bane of his existence. How lesbianic!
And after all this time that you still owe You're still the good-for-nothing i dont know So take your gloves off and get out Better get out While you can
Silently he slid out of the embrace and thus the bed. His bare feet padded on the floor as he entered the bathroom, stretching his back so it cracked, “That felt good…” he muttered to himself as he stepped into the shower, closing his eyes against the pulsing water against his face. Blonde hair stuck to his forehead as he scrubbed his body. Squirting his expensive coconut shampoo into his hand, he frantically massaged his hair into a soapy lather, scrunching his eyes shut as the shampoo stings his bright blue eyes.
When you go Would you even turn to say "I don't love you Like i did Yesterday"
Shaking his head, he rinsed his hair. He was trying to get all traces of him off him, it made him sick. Stepping out, he toweled his hair with a surprisingly fluffy towel, dressing quickly in cargo pants and a tight white t-shirt, being careful of his cuts and bruises. He’d been so caught up in his school work, he’d missed the clubs. Toeing on his shoes, he grabbed his cell but purposely left his key. A small tear escaped his eye as he wiped it away, grabbing a duffel bag and throwing clothes and toiletres into it, tugging on his white leather jacket on. With a sigh, he beant down and pressed his lips to the brunettes sleeping ones gently before leaving.
Sometimes i cry so hard from pleading So sick and tired of all the needless beating But baby when they knock you Down and out It's where you outta stay
His faded trainers hit off the tarmac as he walked, he didn’t know where to go. He could go home, but then he’d have to face his mother. Instead, he thought maybe Debbie’s was the best bet. Sure he’d get a grilling and the 20 questions but he could handle her. Running his fingers through his hair, he barely registered it was starting to rain as he turned onto Liberty Avenue, blinking back the tears that threatened to escape as he entered the diner. “Sunshine?” Her voice was worried, but he could see shock in her eyes. Well it was almost 1am, obviously she hadn’t expected to see him wandering in there with all his possessions in one bag. “Is my room still there?” he managed to whisper, feeling rather self conscious as a few punters watched the blonde, distressed looking boy. The woman nodded, “Of course baby”
And after all the blood that you still owe Another dollar's just another blow So fix your eyes and get up
He’d been waiting an hour for Debbie to get off work. His gaze had never left the soda glass in front of him, his finger tracing absentminded patterns in the condensation as rain water dripped off the end of his nose. The ding of the door broke his thoughts as he glanced up, his pale features paling even more as he saw who it was. The person he’d just plucked up enough courage to leave had followed him here. Followed him to the only place he felt safe.
Better get up While you can Whoa, whoa When you go Would you even turn to say "I don't love you Like it did Yesterday"
The brunette approached him confidently, oblivious to the shit scared look on the blondes face. He was glad he’d worn a long sleeved shirt, the last thing he needed were his bruises to become public, oggled by the masses. He stared as he sat across from him, “Sunshine, you’re coming home…” was all he said, the blonde shaking his head, “Don’t call me that, you have no right!” he whispered, sounding a little more confident than he felt. He worried his bottom lip, which was healing from being split, with his teeth as he watched him, “You love me Sunshine, you’ve told me yourself so many times…” Just hearing this man say that pathetic four letter word made him want to barf.
Well come on, come on When you go Would you have the guts to say "I don't love Like i love you Yesterday"
Debbie was watching them, making Justin feel a little stronger as the door dinged again. The brunette leant over the table and grabbed his wrist, making him yelp as old bruises were irritated. His lover looked ready to hit him when a cold, calm voice told him to stop.
I don't love you Like i loved you Yesterday
Justin took a deep breath, “I’m sorry Ethan”, he addressed his lover and abuser, leaning against the newly arrived Brian, eyes drooping slightly in fatigue. “I don't love you Like i loved you Yesterday”