LET ME SHAKE UP YOUR WORLD ( LEVI ) `mature

[jharn]

So Jharn had surreptitiously jumped out of his bedroom window one night, leaving behind his sweet boyfriend -who had with satisfaction, inhabited the Bayard household- for a prolonged four months. He was beginning to feel that maybe he should have just clarified his departure in the first place, although at the time, the possibility of imperialising his love’s life seemed out of the question. No way was he going to do that. Instead, he had accumulated a scarcity of wares and took off on his skateboard, voyaging as far away as he could. It was probably one of the most difficult things he had ever done before, yet somehow he had managed to slip out from under Levi’s warm body and after tenderly brushing his pallid lips against the other boy’s, had dismissed himself.

Why? It was a long story. In summary, his indistinguishable twin brother –whom Levi had known nothing about- had done things in the past to have pissed Jharn off to a point where he had simply infringed any laws and in furtive, slaughtered him- with a fucking knife. Little did Jharn know that the abandoned blood-saturated carcass had lived. That’s right- Jude still walked, and like in a horror movie, haunted him with anonymous letters that encompassed things that only a once-loyal brother would know. Jharn was afraid that if Jude really was within close proximity, he’d hurt Levi. He didn’t give a flying fuck what Jude visualized doing to his homicidal brother –hell, maybe he even deserved it- but he was just apprehensive for Levi’s sake. He had all the reason to be.

For the past four months Jharn had spent “protecting” Levi, he had officially became the designation of emo. Nearly all his life he had been documented as “emo”, but now it was beyond doubt, a licensed name. Life without his boyfriend –also his best friend, centre of his universe, and the only person he trusted- was fucked up. It was horrible, thus making him do stupid messed-up things like cut himself to a point where so much blood was extracted that he’d pass out. The deprived apartment he resided in wasn’t exactly healthy accommodation for him either- it was parallel to a jail cell, actually. The only benefit was he had time to work on enhancing hard lean muscle. Besides that, he was miserable until he decided to sign into messenger one night.

At first, dialogue was painful with Levi. The silence hurt a bit, but the things he said... it felt as if his heart had been ripped out from his chest and tossed across to the other side of the room. Jharn knew he was right though, and he had every reason to feel that way. It was actually the first time the male had cried in years. Jharn didn’t know whether Levi took the whole ‘I stabbed my brother’ thing well or not, but eventually he had broadcast that he missed him and his sex and that he’d like to see him again, one last time. Unable to defy the one person he cared about, he had agreed to meet him at the studio, today, and say his goodbyes. Because Jude was obviously watching him, he didn’t want to exhibit any sentiments of compassion towards the beautiful boy in the studio.

Jharn arrived solemnly, clad in a taut leather jacket that praised his uniformly tight black jeans. Rings ornamented his long fingers that also tributed the multitude of chains that were suspended from his low jeans. As usual, he looked like the Grim Reaper, which he’s brother Jude probably found ironic at the moment. He cautiously looked behind him for a moment and then proceeded into the mostly vacant studio, hissing at the minority of people who hindered his path. He was never one to be friendly, although he wasn’t unfriendly either; not without a reason anyway. It was either leave me alone and you’ll subsist, or mess with me and die. His decree had failed him once and came back to bite him in the ass.

As usual, the seventeen year old trudged off into the forlorn corner, his tall body erect and primed to attack if his brother was near. Doubting the possibility felt like a jinx. He shut his eyes and told himself he’d never let Jude touch Levi. If he ever witnessed his brother close to him, he was sure he’d dismantle the fuck with his hands, or maybe simultaneously, with a knife. He’d be sure to do it right this time, and not in haste. Nice and slow... He gnarled his teeth, ushering out a low, incensed noise, and he felt a bit better. He then focused ahead, searching for a particular face until his heart fluttered madly.

Was that Levi? By the way his heart was responding, he was sure of it, but from a distance it was hard to tell. All of a sudden he felt horrible again; why was he endangering Levi’s life like this? Still infatuated with the blurred silhouette of his babe far ahead, he gripped the walls, sinking back and curling down cross-legged on the floor. He didn’t know whether to approach him or leave, but before he could decide, he had acted by impulse. “LEVI?”

[/b] Jharn called loudly, his voice impassive but urgent. Four months... what a protracted period of time away from him? He bit his pierced lip nimbly.


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[LEVI JOSHUA GARNER]

After spending so many hours in the chatroom, it came down to the point where Levi had to go off to dance rehearsal. The seventeen year old found it difficult to concentrate which had gotten him in trouble with his choreographer. For the first time in his life he would be working as a background dancer with some of his friends and this wasn’t the time to be hurting. Yes Levi couldn’t help it, talking with Jharn felt like getting punched in the gut. He hadn’t meant any of those things, but even after four months he still hurt and the words just seemed to flow out of him. Levi thought he would have been over it, but now that his boyfriend, if he could still call him that, was showing up at the studio all the hurt just came back to flood his heart.

He carefully watched the wall mirror; his lean frame was bent over his leg as he propped it up against the balance bar running along the wall. The stretching burned, but he supposed that was his own fault for getting so sloppy with his dancing. Being yelled at for his depressing demeanour wasn’t helping things either and more than often it reduced Levi to tears. At least he would get to see his love today. If anything, the young dancer would try and convince him to stay. Levi wasn’t sure he could go through seeing him go, not after having him disappear into the night the first time.

Raising his head slightly, he let his eyes fall onto his hands and quietly examined the ring that fit snug on his finger. Jharn had said that one day he’d get him a more special ring, but this one... it felt like it was all he needed, especially if his love came back to him. In his state of deep thought, the teen only just realized that the other male was there. Hearing his voice caused the boy to look up and stare at the mirror in front of him, examining the tall and lean figure behind him. “Hi, Jharn...” The seventeen year old replied softly, unsure if the boy would hear him. Moving his leg, he stood back up and glanced at the male sitting in the corner and gestured to him telling the boy to follow before slipping off to the locker room.

Peeling off his clothes, the boy folded them and laid them neatly on the bench so he could place them in the locker later. He padded barefoot across the floor and stepped into the communal showers, sighing softly before turning the water on. Closing his eyes, Levi let the warm water ravish his body and help him relax somewhat while he waited for the boy to catch up.