Alright. So, sorry this one took so long. I've been pretty sick lately, so I haven't had a chance to really work on this story at all. You guys know the drill; I don't know the members of Linkin Park personally, and what occours in this story is to have no bearing on the sexual orientation or status of relationships for ANY of the members. And, if you're not 18, don't be reading this.
Alright, I said it. It's all legal, now. Enjoy!
-Nick. _________________________________
I was confused and at the same time almost pleasently surprised to see that Chester had come to me when something happened between he and his wife. But then... Why me? I couldn't help but wonder. He'd hardly known me a day, and there he was... That gorgeous dark brown gaze staring at me sadly as he leaned up against the doorframe. He looked weary. Tired; like he'd lost faith in everything he'd thought was real. His whole world had just come crumbling down around him, and it showed in his face. In the way he half-slumped as he shuffled into the room and kicked the door closed carelessly, in the heavy sigh that he let out as he sank down against the wall, sitting down beside me, wordlessly. I fought the urge to take him into my arms and kiss him; to hold him and tell him that everything would be fine. That she didn't deserve him anyways, and that I'd do anything I could to make him feel better. But naturally I did nothing of the sort. Instead, I played stupid.. Acting as if I hadn't a clue what had just taken place. I didn't want to piss him off by making him aware of the fact that I was.. Listening to his argument with Samantha.
I spoke sheepishly, a half-whisper as I shifted him gaze to look at him from a side-ways glance. "Hey," was all I said, arms folding across my abdomen as I half-huddled forward, still watching him closely from the corner of my eye. I was almost overwhelmed by the surge of emotion I was getting from this situation. I'd barely spoken to him, but I wanted to give him the world, and take his pain away from him. Bear it for him, ten-fold, if need be.
"...She left me, Scott," His voice was shaky, a hoarse whisper that shook as if he were on the brink of tears. I meerly blinked slowly and turned my head to look at him, trying to seem incredulous.
"She did... What?" I cocked my head forward to place emphasis on the last word I spoke. They hung in the air for a moment, and I realized that it was a stupid thing for me to say; I knew I could've said something better. But at the same time I didn't want to jump to the typical 'I'm so sorry' routine. It just wasn't something I could see myself doing.
"...She's gone. She wants a divorce, and I'm hardly ever going to get to see my son.." his voice trailed off gradually as I saw him tremble softly with the onslaught of a pent-up sob that he just couldn't contain. My brow furrowed as a frown fell upon my face as I warily slipped an arm around his midsetion and tugged him into me in a half-hug. I wasn't surprised when he recoiled, though I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. But after a moment of silence, and him staring intently at the floor, I felt his head rested heavily on my shoulder as he trembled periodically in little, tearless sobs. Tearless thus far, at least. Once more my arm found it's way about his middle, holding him in a lingering half-hug that I hoped was at least marginally comforting to him.
"...But... Why?" It was an honest question to ask. That much I didn't know, and I was curious to find out. But at who's expense, I didn't yet know. I had a feeling it wasn't going to be easy for Chester to tell me.
"Beacuse she's too good for me. Because I'm a worthless asshole who never gave her the attention she deserved," Once more he returned to barely whispering his words, his voice cracking in midsentence. He recollected himself qucikly, though, and finished what he was saying. I sighed, and shook my head slowly.
"That's not true, and you know it, Chester. She knew that you wouldn't be able to give her all your attention, all the time, when she married you." I tried to sound as reassuring as I could. There was plenty more I could have said to him right then, but nothing that woudln't have caused him more confusion, and more pain.
"...You're just saying that, Scott. I could have treated her better," I felt the dampness through the mesh shirt I wore, and I knew that those periodic sobs were no longer dry. It broke my heart to see him like this, knowing that there was so little I could do for him. So I just held onto him tighter, the silence settling thickly over the room as Chester finally grew still. I knew he was falling asleep, because his breathing had slowed marginally, and he grew rather still. There was so much more I wanted to say, to reassure him that it wasn't his fault; to tell him that Samantha was just a stupid bitch for leaving him on those grounds. But it was Chester who got in the last word right then, whispering tiredly ''Thank you, Scott..''. He was asleep only a few moments later. I knew that he'd only be able to remain asleep for little more than an hour, but I stayed where I was for that time, watching him tenderly. I said not a word, though in response to his 'Thank you', I mouthed the words '' I love you ''. Soft breaths of air that were filled with what I truly felt in my heart, that just rolled over him and dispersed elsewhere.
Well, Like I said. It's getting better. Samantha's out of the picture, and we know Scott's absolutely crazy for Chester. What happens next? Ah. Well, dearies. You'll have to wait and see. Hope you liked it.
As always, Comments are welcome.
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