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Post by nathaniel shane kennedy on Jan 30, 2010 11:55:07 GMT -5
Keefe's words pained Nate. He just as much wanted to get the younger boy out if the hospital. He was never a fan of the institution, but they were impossible to avoid, and Nate knew that. Everything inside of him was telling him to just grab Keefe and run, run far from Cleveland and bring him into his world, but he wasn't sure how he would react to that; being in the spotlight. It wasn't enough that Nate had found pictures of them on the internet only a few days ago, but he knew that he'd feel bad if Keefe were to be pounded by questions from the press when he wasn't there to shelter him from the crowd. Nate sighed and nodded slowly. He knew that he had to go back, he hated the thought of Keefe being with that man, and though he hadn't met him yet, everything that Keefe had told him about his father made him seem like the bad guy, and that's what Nate was going to do when he met the man.
Nate hugged his boyfriend back tightly, never wanting to let him go, but it as they loosened their grip on each other, Nate felt a strong tugging on the collar of the black wife beater he was wearing before he few through the air. Nate let out a surprised gasp, but was turned into a pain filled groan as his back collided with the wall opposite Keefe's bed. Squeezing his eyes shut, Nate crashed down onto the floor just as he heard Keefe's faint cries at the person who had thrown him across the room. Slowly Nate stood up, ignoring the pain that shot through his spine as he walked over to the other guy. He grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. "Who the fuck do you think you are thr--"But Nate cut himself off as he caught a glimpse of the other guy. He looked exactly like Keefe, except Keefe had the cutest little dimples, and wore glasses, where this guy didn't. Nate knew that Keefe had a brother, but he never in a million years thought it to be a twin.
Shaking his head, Nate finished his sentence, the pain in his back fueling his anger. "Who the fuck do you think you are, throwing me across the room."He said his caramel eyes burning with anger and pain behind the think rimmed glasses he wore.
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Post by cormac teague o'kane on Jan 30, 2010 13:55:44 GMT -5
man you really freak me out i'm so afraid of you Cormac hadn't meant to throw the stranger that hard. Really, the gifted boy had only intended on dragging him off the bed; that's why he'd only used one hand. All the same, he didn't feel the slightest bit guilty when he heard the crash from the other side of the room. That guy had been trying to - ! "Let 'im go?" he blurted, staring wide eyed at his brother. It didn't even occur to him yet that this was the first time he'd seen his twin awake in days. He was so confused, but nothing was slowing down for him to straighten it all out. All he knew was that Keefe was being accosted when he walked in. "What kind av dope did 'e gi'e ye first?"
If Keefe answered, Cormac didn't hear it. All too suddenly he was jerked around to face the stranger he'd thrown, the other's hands on his shoulders demanding he turn. He was taller than the O'Kane lad, but only by an inch or so, with dark eyes and hair, and - wait a minute! He'd seen him before! Nathaniel Kennedy, a popstar he'd seen on the cover of some of the CDs people handed him to scan, and on a few posters they happened to sell around the store. But Cormac didn't really care who he was or what he was worth; snarling with all the ferocity of a bear, he removed Nathaniel's hands from his shoulders, pressed his single free palm flat against the other's chest, and pushed.
Cormac was not a bully. There were, of course, times when he hurt others a little more than he really meant to, but that was merely because he was a poor judge of his own strength. He still didn't feel bad for tossing Nathaniel like that, but when he shoved him away he was much more careful. To him, the force applied was light, just enough to get the older boy out of his face. Famous or not, the nineteen-year-old was in no position to be angry at him. "Oi'm 'is brah'der, t'ank ye very much!" he barked, even though it was fairly obvious they were related. They looked almost exactly alike, anyway. "An' who do ye t'ink ye are, tryin' ter rape a fella in a bleedin' 'ospital?"
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Post by keefe brogan o'kane on Jan 30, 2010 14:29:33 GMT -5
people change and promises are broken Keefe felt as if his flesh had been sliced all over again when he heard Nathaniel's body strike the wall and then fall to the floor. He immediately sat straight up, unable to see his lover from his previous position. The abrupt tug put some pressure on the stitches in his belly, but luckily they held fast. He could actually feel the sling now, the weight of his own arm pressing on his shoulder. But none of that mattered; he strained to see if Nathaniel was all right, blatantly ignoring his brother's stupid question. Nathaniel had to be all right. He had to. Relief washed over him when he climbed to his feet without any apparent blood or broken bones.
But that wasn't enough to save Cormac. "Ye fuckin' eejit!" he shouted, swiftly moving from one emotion to the next. Keefe had never quite outgrown the mood swings that young children went through, althought usually he was much more controlled about it. Cormac should know better! Couldn't he remember that he was too strong for any normal human being to have a chance against him? "Oi bloody towl ye ter let 'im go!" The fire in his dark eyes wasn't quite hatred (he could never hate his brother, no matter what horrible, stupid, or hurtful thing he did), but it looked intent on engulfing the other O'Kane boy as he watched, frustratingly helpless to aide Nathaniel.
...Rape? What the Hell was Cormac - oh, that was right. Keefe instantly regretted not mentioning Nathaniel to his brother. The morning after he and the older boy had spent the night together, he had resolved to lie to Cormac about where he'd been all that time. He didn't think his twin would understand, and he was afraid to lose his best friend over something like that. If only he'd told the truth, then Nathaniel would...would be safe... "Mac, listen ter me," he said, using a softer, more coaxing tone now. He was still furious as Hell, but he knew shouting at him wouldn't help. He hadn't grown up with him to not know how to get through to him, after all. "'Tis al' roi'."
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Post by nathaniel shane kennedy on Jan 30, 2010 20:54:34 GMT -5
Nate's eyes darted from one twin to the other quickly. It practically scared him how similar they looked, but he knew that if they were to stand side by side as they tried to look exactly alike to fool others, Nate would know which one was Keefe. Shaking his head slightly, Nate refocused his gaze on Keefe's brother who he still didn't know his name, but it didn't matter to him. All he really cared about was that he'd just thrown him across the room as if it was no trouble at all.l That's what confused the pop-star, but he really wasn't going to think about it.
"Yeah, I can see that. It's a little obvious." Nate said in a 'matter-o-factly' tone. It was hard for Nate not to retaliate like that. Of course it was obvious that this guy was Keefe's brother. If anyone were to think other wise, they'd probably just be really stupid. As the other O'Kane boy shoved him away, Nate stumbled for a moment before straightening up a very angered look on his usually smiling face. How dare he! Nobody pushes Nathaniel Kennedy around, no one.. Well except for him ( which didn't really happen) and his boyfriend (which hasn't happened yet). Nate glared at Key's brother as he spoke but one word set him off like a pack of firecrackers.
"Rape?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Nate shouted loud enough that everyone could probably hear him. " I wasn't raping him! I was making out with my boyfriend thank you very much." The older boy said crossing his arms over his broad chest. It wasn't as though he was trying to seem intimidating to the younger boy, but he needed to defend not only himself but Keefe as well. It didn't look as though he was raping his boyfriend; did it?
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Post by cormac teague o'kane on Jan 30, 2010 21:44:44 GMT -5
man you really freak me out i'm so afraid of you "Listen ter me." Cormac didn't turn to look at his brother, but the words drove home the way Keefe had intended. His lips were still pulled back, showing his teeth at Nathaniel the way an angry dog might, but he forced his breath to even out, calming himself. Out of instinct, he edged backward near Keefe, his stance wide and protective, his eyes not leaving the popstar's. "'Tis al' roi'. Cormac didn't understand how and why Keefe seemed so calm, when it was clear that something strange had been going on. But Keefe wouldn't say things were fine when they weren't, would he? "Al' roi'? Since whaen is climbin' on top av - "
Boyfriend. Boyfriend? "Boyfriend?" Cormac repeated dumbly, as if the word was completely foreign to him. How could Nathaniel Kennedy be his brother's - he found himself swallowed hard just thinking the word - boyfriend? Keefe liked girls, didn't he? His shoulders drooped and he lost all traces of intimidation, instead staring at Nathaniel blankly. He still held the chessboard, but it was becoming a nuisance; absently he put it down on the side of the bed. Not believing the other boy didn't even occur to him; how could he, when Nathaniel said it with such conviction? But it didn't make sense, either! "But...but Key ain't a fag..."
As soon as the word left his lips, Cormac was ashamed. That was the word his father used, and it was as if uttering it brought the man into the room. Finn O'Kane, now standing in the doorway, was a large, brawny man with flaming red curls and eyes green as a leaf behind small, silver-rimmed glasses. His cheeks were scrubby with a shortly-trimmed beard, and it appeared as if he had just walked out of a business meeting (which he had). The boys' father hadn't heard their previous conversation, but looked at Nathaniel with a sort of dark contempt. "Ye must be a buddy av Keefe's," grumbled Finn. He hadn't had anything to drink that day, but he was surly as a rule.
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Post by keefe brogan o'kane on Jan 30, 2010 22:21:38 GMT -5
people change and promises are broken "I was making out with my boyfriend, thank you very much." Keefe found himself wincing at the world 'boyfriend.' He liked the term itself, particularly when Nathaniel put the word 'my' in front of it. He wanted very much to belong to the musician. In a very short span of time, he'd become almost completely dependent on Nathaniel. He needed him. But Cormac would never understand that, would he? Someday, his brother would settle down with a beautiful girl he couldn't live without, get married, have kids. But with Keefe...things had changed. Quickly, too. Things were different now.
"Key ain't a fag." Keefe couldn't help it this time; he flinched. He had always, always hated that word, even before he'd abruptly fallen for Nathaniel. Finn used it often, both when he was drunk and when he was sober. Usually, it was directed at Cormac; the boys' father didn't approve of the stronger twin's love for music. But sometimes he said it to Keefe, like...like that time freshman year, when he'd broken his glasses during the middle of a lacrosse game and had to be taken out. He was supposed to suck it up and keep going, apparently, even though he couldn't see worth shit without his glasses. What if Cormac thought he was bad, or unnatural...or...or...
Oh, shit! Why didn't Cormac say that Finn was with them!? Nathaniel couldn't be here with him, for both of their sake's. If Cormac thought it was bad, there was no telling what Finn would do when the realization dawned on him. "Fuck..." The single word was murmured only loud enough for the speaker himself to hear. He couldn't take this right now. He didn't need it. Just looking at his father, seeing those glasses that matched his own and the crinkles in his hair made him uneasy. They made the resemblence between himself and Finn obvious, connected them. But maybe, just maybe they could get out of this. "Aye, Papa...dis is Nathaniel..."
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