Linkin Park: Brad/Chester, #004 Insides
Title: Alone
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Brad/Chester
Prompt: #004 Insides
Word Count: 201
Rating: PG13
Summary: His wife kicked him out. So he sleeps in his car. Which is better than staying with Chester who just doesn't get it.
“You could always stay at my place, until you get things sorted out.”
“Chester.”
“Yeah. Yeah I know. Never mind.”
***
He sleeps in his car. Better than staying with Chester, who doesn’t get it. It’s hard to be around him. But then again, it’s hard to be around anyone these days.
***
“She kicked him out.”
“Yeah. Heard he was banging the lead singer. What a waste.”
“What?”
“The pair of them. Shame they’re not straight.”
Then their eyes meet and Brad blushes. They’ve caught him. Or he caught them. Either way, the whole fucking world is talking about how he’s homeless and miserable.
So he stops going outside.
***
“No Ches’ he doesn’t want to talk to you.” Mike whispers, trying not to wake Brad where he sleeps on the couch.
“No. Leave him alone. He’s…he’s a mess. And I think you should stop calling.”
Brad considers snatching the phone off of him and telling Chester that he fucking loves him and that he can’t wait until his wife realises she’s married to a homo too so they can run away. Like they’d always said they would.
But he just closes his eyes and goes back to sleep, instead.
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Brad/Chester
Prompt: #004 Insides
Word Count: 201
Rating: PG13
Summary: His wife kicked him out. So he sleeps in his car. Which is better than staying with Chester who just doesn't get it.
“You could always stay at my place, until you get things sorted out.”
“Chester.”
“Yeah. Yeah I know. Never mind.”
***
He sleeps in his car. Better than staying with Chester, who doesn’t get it. It’s hard to be around him. But then again, it’s hard to be around anyone these days.
***
“She kicked him out.”
“Yeah. Heard he was banging the lead singer. What a waste.”
“What?”
“The pair of them. Shame they’re not straight.”
Then their eyes meet and Brad blushes. They’ve caught him. Or he caught them. Either way, the whole fucking world is talking about how he’s homeless and miserable.
So he stops going outside.
***
“No Ches’ he doesn’t want to talk to you.” Mike whispers, trying not to wake Brad where he sleeps on the couch.
“No. Leave him alone. He’s…he’s a mess. And I think you should stop calling.”
Brad considers snatching the phone off of him and telling Chester that he fucking loves him and that he can’t wait until his wife realises she’s married to a homo too so they can run away. Like they’d always said they would.
But he just closes his eyes and goes back to sleep, instead.