BABY CAME HOME (sander)

[jonty allen waylon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i2.listal.com/image/4150613/600full-daniel-sharman.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi The morning after Sander had come to Jonty’s room in a panic about that bastard Sergis Jonty woke up early because he just couldn’t relax enough to sleep. It was strange, never has Jonty not been able to sleep with Sander there, but Jonty kept thinking of that asshole and that he was so close and had made Sander break like he did last night. He was also mad for everything that happened in the past, everything that the man had done to Sander. There was just so much anger bottling inside of him that when 6am rolled around Jonty pulled himself out of bed, careful not to wake Sander. He pulled on some clothes and was out the door without really knowing where he was going or what he was going to do. He didn’t know what he was going to do until he was standing in front of a conference hall that had a sign saying that a Dr. Sergis would be giving a lecture at 9am followed by a brunch then some other mumbo jumbo. Jonty went into the conference hall and got a seat, planning on just having a good talking to with the guy once the lecture was over. Really it was showing restraint that Jonty even considered just talking to the man instead of ripping his head off slowly with tweezers. So Jonty sat there as the room filled in, a bunch of scholarly types took a seat as he sat there waiting. Honestly the plan was going so well until he saw Sergis walk onto the stage. Jonty wanted to leap from his seat then and there, but held himself back, but the more the man talked the angrier Jonty got. What right did this pedophile have to stand up there and talk about some psychological mumbo jumbo and brains and shit when he had caused so much pain and suffering to Sander and who knows who else? What gave this man the right to even breath the same air that Sander was breathing? Hell Jonty didn’t even want the guy breathing the same air as him and Jonty wasn’t that great of a person. Jonty probably lasted about five maybe ten minutes of Sergis talking before he eerily calmly stood from his chair, slowly walked up to the stage. Sergis looked at him confused and Jonty glared up at him, the man bent down and asked him if he needed assistance. Instead of answering Jonty grabbed the man by his tie and forcefully pulled him off stage. He heard the crowd gasp, but what he focused on was Sergis spluttering and asking what he was doing. You fucking piece of shit Jonty snarled at him before hitting him right in the face causing Sergis’ head to whip back. The man stuttered again asking why he was doing this and Jonty sneered. I’m Lysander’s boyfriend Jonty told him, hitting him with each word on whatever piece of flesh he could make contact with. And I’m here to make fucking sure you don’t ever touch him again you fucking piece of shit. Jonty was getting louder and louder, but kept hitting the man. He heard people yelling. Someone tried to pry him off, but he just shoved them back viciously. Jonty didn’t know how long he was on top of Sergis just hitting the man, sure he old shit got in one or two good punches, but that was it before security came barging in. The pulled Jonty off of Sergis but Jonty wasn’t done. Get the fuck off me! Jonty snarled and punched one guard and shoved the other into a table. He got a few more blows in before the police finally showed up and pulled him off. They told him to clam down or else he’d get slapped with resisting arrest, but Jonty didn’t care. Sergis was bloody, but not nearly bloody enough. He was whimpering and begging for him to stop, but Jonty wanted to make him hopeless. The man wasn’t punished enough, but the cops drug him out of the conference hall. Jonty was then aware of the people in the audience with their phones up filming; he smirked and shook his head. Hell he even looked at one camera and winked. He didn’t know when they started filming, but he figured he might as well give them something that will get plenty of hits on Youtube. * * * * * Jonty was in a holding cell for maybe six hours. His parents were called, his dad wired some money, he got bailed out, and Jonty was sitting in front of the police station calling Sander to come pick him up. Of course he only called Sander after he got a call from his dad telling him that his father was only waiting for one of these calls eventually and that he already had it swept under the rug and dealt with because he was just so used to dealing with Jonty’s stupid shit and worthless attitude. Jonty called Sander after agreeing half heartedly to his father coming down nearby for business next week and that they would be having dinner to discuss his attitude further then. By the time he was on the phone with Sander he was tired and not feeling nearly as thrilled by the fight as he had before he talked to his dad. * * * * * Knowing his father would be coming filled Jonty with a sense of dread. He hid it the best he could but the day his dad was due in town Jonty couldn’t hide it much. He actually went to class that day and spent much longer than needed getting ready for dinner at the nice restaurant. He had put effort, wearing a nice shirt and a tie and even a sports coat. He stared at his reflection and imagined his dad being pleased, but he scowled knowing that wouldn’t happen. Quickly he pulled off the jacket, loosened his tie, untucked his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves. If his father was going to be disappointed then why look like he was even trying? Jonty had asked Sander to come with him. He wasn’t going to at first, he didn’t want Sander to be there with his father, but the more he thought about it the more Jonty just didn’t want to deal with it by himself. He also hoped that maybe if Sander was there his dad would be politer, kinder, or at least civil. Good thing Sander was there or else Jonty probably would have bolted the second he was standing in front of the restaurant. Instead he grabbed Sander’s hand and tried to act brave, his usual arrogant self. He turned to maybe give Sander some kind of warning, but he didn’t know quite what to say, so instead he asked, trying to remain casual and calm Ready to meet my dad? words: 1158 tagged: sander outfit: CLICK

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[Lysander Jase Laskaris]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] I'll be there for you The fact that Jonty had managed to stay so calm had surprised Sander but he honestly could never thanked him enough. If it hadn't been for Jonty, Sander would have probably done a lot more damage to his arms and probably not just there. If he had gotten the chance he might have also ended up shaving his head so he wouldn't even resemble a little bit to what he used to look like. He knows that at some point he would have regretted but it would have been one of those acts that he does when he is in that irrational state of mind. The next day he will have to tell him how much he appreciates this, even when he is kind of certain he already told him that he was thankful for what he did, he still needs to say it again. He would think about what this would have been if he had been alone in his room, if he had been a few more seconds with the doctor then he would have snapped, he might not even have managed to get to Jonty's bedroom, he is quite certain about that, he would have ended up collapsing at some point on his way to the Videlicit academy. Yeah, that would have been a really tragic thing to think about; people would have ended up thinking he was either crazy or that he had been attacked. Right now though his mind had managed to calm down while he slept. It might have been because he could feel Jonty's arms around him, feel the warmth of his body oozing off of him and surrounding his own. Or perhaps it was because he had been drained of all energy due to his panic attack. Either way he had been sound asleep during the night, not even moving an inch away from him. It was a bless that his mind was tired enough that there were no dreams flooding his sleep, or, better said, that there isn't any sort of nightmare or memory reaching him at the moment for what he needs right now is to be able to sleep and gain his energy back. If he is going to get to recover from everything from the day before it will take all of his might to not break down. However if he wants to ever be able to be a good psychiatrist he needs to be able to deal with his own issues; how is he going to help everyone else if he can't deal with his own demons? He knows it's wrong, he knows he needs to make this better, but quite honestly he never thought he would end up bumping into this man here at Easton; heck he never thought he would ever bump into him. It was probably due to that little fact that he didn't noticed the fact that Jonty had left the room, all he did was move close to the spot he had left empty; wanting to feel his body against but all he had was the pillow which he held tightly. With a small sigh he rolled over again, not really feeling as calm and collected as he had been before. However, and luckily, he didn't woke up for a few more hours, because if he had suddenly woken up without him there he would have freaked out. Well, if one thinks about it, he did woke up alone in bed, but he woke up because the phone was ringing, and he was startled but confused at the same time so when he answered the phone he was shocked, surprised and confused as to why Jonty was calling him; where was he? Sander sat up instantly, looking around to find the room empty. He tried his best to bring himself to his full senses to pay attention to what Jonty was telling him. He frowned though, standing up as soon as he heard what his boyfriend had to say. It was in that second that he realized that now he is the one who needs to him, so as soon as Jonty was in need of him he pushed everything he had in his mind aside and got to work on how to help him. * - * - * - * - * Sander had been surprised when Jonty asked him to join him to the meeting with his father; but he had accepted at once for there is no need to need for Jonty to ask twice. He knew some of he tensions between then, he knows that he need to be there to give him the support his father should be giving to him. Little to say the guy wasn't exactly his favorite person, so he wants to make sure to go and defend him if he needs to do so. After going to all of his classes, and after cancelling a tutoring session that he had with one of the freshman to be able to go to this meal, he went back to his room to change his clothes; he wasn't entirely sure how to dress for this but he assumed it will be in a fancy restaurant so he moved slowly to slip on what he deemed to be acceptable without going to far. He looked at himself in the mirror one last time. This is as good as it will get; without going to far away so he smiled and walked out. It was time to get this going, or else they were going to be late. Once they were standing outside of the building Sander could sense the apprehension in Jonty's movements. It wasn't normal to see him like this and even as he shifted back to his usual self it still felt rather off. The guy linked his fingers with his, giving it a small squeeze as to let him know that he is going to be here for him all the way. "I am ready" he said with confidence, trying to somehow spread the feeling on to him. So with that he smiled, but before going inside he stood before him, reached up and with his free hand he pulled him down softly by the neck. "I am here for you ok? and if you want to leave at any point just say the world and we'll go" with that said he pecked his lips with a quick kiss. Now that that was out of the way he turned and smiled, heading inside, letting Jonty guide once they were inside, because he is the one who would know where to go. WORDS: I don't know . TAGGED: JONTY . OUTFIT: TADA!

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[jonty allen waylon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i2.listal.com/image/4150613/600full-daniel-sharman.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi Each time Jonty went home there was a pattern. First of all he was only going home because he was in trouble of some sort, usually kicked out of school. He would get on a plane and would fly back home, a driver would pick him up, and he would hide in his room for however long he could. Then at some point his dad would tell a maid or something that Jonty needed to see him in his office. Jonty would always go in with his head held high, ready for this time to be the time that he didn’t let his father get to him. For this time to be the time that he doesn’t slowly sink lower and lower in his chair, for him to not flinch whenever his father threw something across the room or even at him. For this to be the time he actually walked out of his father’s office with his head held high instead of looking at his feet with his shoulders hunched over. Still in the seven years of this pattern, it has never once been broken. Jonty only ever saw his parents when he got sent home, well his father mostly; his mom just kept to her room or avoided him by working too hard for some charity. Sometimes, only when he did something really bad did he see his father outside of the confines of their home. The last time Jonty’s father paid him a visit was when Jonty got arrested for doing some not so legal hacking work, okay most of his hacking work wasn’t legal, but this was really illegal. It has been two and a half years since that and Jonty could still remember ever word his father stung him with. The memories of that last visit were replaying in his mind, the last time was in a much more private setting in his father’s car. At least this time he would be in public where his father would hopefully at least want to put on a front for the public. Then with Sander there that could be another barrier between him and his father. Still he was nervous. Sander squeezing his hand helped anchor him a bit, but he could feel the dread bubbling in his stomach. The reassuring words and the kiss from Sander made it easier for Jonty to square his shoulders and hold his head high. He could get through this dinner and maybe this will finally be the end of the awful pattern. With Sander’s hand in his Jonty made his way into the restaurant. Of course his father picked on of the nicer restaurants in town. Jonty walked over to the hostess and gave his name. She guided them through the restaurant and Jonty held Sander’s hand possibly too tight. He walked a little too slow, the hostess had to keep looking over her shoulder to make sure that they were still there. When Jonty finally saw his father sitting in one of the more secluded tables his heart started beating faster and he felt kind of bad for Sander because Jonty was certain his hands were sweating. Once they got to the table and the hostess left Jonty looked at his father. He gave Jonty a dismissive look, but when he saw Sander his eyebrows raised, and they raised even more when he noticed them holding hands. So are you just going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to tell me who you dragged along his father said, as if he expected no less of Jonty than to just stand there like an idiot and not introduce Sander. This is Lysander Jonty said in a clipped voice.

[/b]Lysander this is my father[/b] Jonty said, there was an edge to his voice when he said the word father.

Well are you just going to stand there all evening. Sit[/b] his father said as he checked something on his phone. Once Jonty was in his chair his father looked at Sander and said You look like a nice enough kid, which leads me to wonder why the hell you are here with my son. Jonty cringed a little at his father’s words and gave Sander an apologetic look. [/div]

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[Lysander Jase Laskaris]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] I'll be there for you Sander can't really think of how awful his father most be to have such effect on Jonty. It was extremely unpleasant to see him this way. His eyes made him turn to look around the place once they were heading inside. Now, Lysander doesn't exactly comes from a family who has no money, so restaurants like this don't intimidate him; even if he is a scholarship, he is that because he is wanting to be here due to his own merit instead of being here because of his money; that doesn't mean that he thinks the rest are here due to that. They just happen to have different ideas. But the thing is, entering this high class, gourmet restaurant doesn't intimidate him, and he had to wonder if Jonty's father had decided to be inside this place because of the high rank that it represents, fro what he has heard of the male, he is highly aware of his status and interested in keeping the record as clean as possible. So choosing one of the most expensive restaurants had to be a display of that, whether it be intentional or not. That alone gave him some form of indication as to what he might encounter later on. With confidence and calmness showing in his face he followed Jonty as the other male followed the hostess. His hand was still being griped by Jonty and he did his best to push away the tightness of his fingers and the sweat that was being impregnated against his own skin. Sure in a different situation Sander would have pulled his hand away, wiped it and then hold it again, yet this time around he pushed away his compulsive nature because he knows how much Jonty needs him. The male was there for him when he needed him, even when Jonty wasn't exactly the best at those situations, so now it was his turn to do the same for him. So he continued with walking, and when they finally came to a stop he looked at the male before him. There was something in the air of this man that instantly caused Lysander to know he was not going to get along with him, even after everything Jonty had said, he still hoped that when being in person he would see a glimpse of a faint sign of hope, but no, there was nothing. Just as Sander was trying to put on a smile on his lips he heard the words from Jonty's father and it made him almost raise a eyebrow but he refrained himself and just kept his voice in a pleasant expression. He wasn't looking to start a fight, he wasn't that type of person, but from that comment he was almost certain they will not part ways in good ways. Lysander glanced at Jonty, it was once more, weird to hear him speak in such way but he didn't even allowed it to get to him; he is the one who has to stay strong as well. Sure Jonty needs to realize his father isn't right about this, that his father is absolutely wrong on his words but that would have to wait. Much like before, he had to stop what he had been thinking of doing, for just as he was about to say 'Pleasure to meet you sir' when the guy spoke and it made him want to take a deep breath and count to a million. The guy took a seat next to Jonty while the older man spoke again. He didn't let go of Lysander's hand at al and he merely began to rub the back of it with his thumb, as if that would help Jonty calm down. "We meet at last" he began, trying his best not to start off with the wrong foot, even when the other male had already done that. "And pardon me but, I can't think of a reason not to be with your son, and if you can think of one than you surely don't know your son as well as you should" he mentioned with a shrug of his shoulders. He smiled at him and then glanced at Jonty; letting him see there was no need for the apologetically look on his face. "He is one of the most amazing people I have encountered" he mentioned with a smile as he glanced at Jonty during half of that sentence. If his father was going to push him down, then he will make sure to raise him higher. WORDS: I don't know . TAGGED: JONTY . OUTFIT: TADA!

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[jonty allen waylon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i2.listal.com/image/4150613/600full-daniel-sharman.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi Even before Benji died Jonty and his father didn’t get along. Benji was always the son that their father wanted; the athlete, yet smart and charismatic, perfect to take over the family business that Jonty showed now interest in. Jonty the kid that didn’t make friends and kept to himself, the kid that more fun typing away on a computer than he did going outside and rough housing like his father thought was appropriate. At least with Benji alive their father could think Jonty was strange, but put all his focus on Benji. Without Benji their father was lost, he tried to put that focus on Jonty after a while, but Jonty had gone so long being ignored that his cries for attention became habit and his father just couldn’t put up with it. So his father settled, knowing Jonty could never be any better. Since his father was always a harsh man, set in his ways, and selfish he was more than resigned about his second, disappointing son, he was condemning and cruel, which just fueled Jonty to get worse and worse. ¬Meetings like this were predictable. Jonty was just hoping to get through this one with his head held high and if he couldn’t get that he would settle for it hanging just a little higher than usual. He brought Sander along in hopes that he would be the strength that Jonty needed to get out of this and not feel like shit. However the hope didn’t stop the apprehension and nerves as he walked through the restaurant and sat down with Sander. The nerves turned to nausea when his father started to interact with Sander. Sander seemed to be able to hold his own, but Jonty knew better and shot Sander a panicked look when he contradicted what his father said. Quickly he schooled his features back into the attempt at arrogance and carelessness, not wanting his father to see him panic likes that. A small smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth when Sander said that Jonty was the most amazing person he’s encountered. It was too nice of a thing for Sander to say, it really couldn’t even be true, but it did get a reaction out of Jonty’s father. The man raised an eyebrow before leaning back in his chair looking thoroughly amused, as if the thought that Jonty could be any kind of amazing was so amusing that he was trying not to laugh. The small smile that had started to form, slowly went away the longer he watched his father contain his amusement. Jonty was trying to think of something to say, something to just move this on so the dinner could get over with quickly. However before he could say anything a waitress came over and started loading food onto the table. What is all this? Jonty asked confused. They hadn’t even looked at their menus yet. How were they already getting food when they had sat down only minutes ago? Well when you were taking your sweet time getting here I took the liberty of ordering our dinner Mr. Waylon said like it was obvious. Jonty looked at the food on the table, then back at his father. This was typical of his father. Ordering food for everyone like he knew best, even if the man had never even been to the restaurant before he was so sure that what he thought would be the best was best and didn’t even consider that he might be wrong or someone might not like what he likes. Now lets talk about this stunt you pulled Jonty’s dad said as he started to cut his food. Jonty sank lower in his chair. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking. What kind of maniac goes around beating up random convention speakers? Dad it wasn’t random! Jonty tried to protest but the man kept on talking. This is getting ridiculous. You go around causing scandal and make me clean the mess up. Jonty was about to protest again, but his father kept on. Your brother would never have pulled something like this

[/i] the man said shaking his head before he took a bite of his food, glaring at his son and you could just tell he was wishing that it was Benji he was having dinner with instead of Jonty. The words stung and Jonty sank lower into his seat and started to poke at his food that looked kind of slimy. [/div]

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[Lysander Jase Laskaris]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] I'll be there for you The look on Jonty's father made Sander feel astonished; how could someone react that way to a compliment about their son; if someone was to ever tell Sander that his son is amazing, then no matter what he would be pleased to know someone feels that way. So that was one of the main reasons why he was currently trying not to let the 'amused' look on his face to throw him off balance. Whether Jonty's dad believes him or not matters very little to him, for he knows it is absolutely true yet he knows it might matter to Jonty and that is why he wants the older man to realize about his mistake. Even so he held his head up high, he continued to meet the gaze of the older man and he didn't made any movements to feel intimidated. Oh no, that was not going to happen and no matter what he decides to say, Sander will be more than prepared to say something in return. What use would he be if he is to just sit here and do nothing? Sure it will be moral support but he can't just sit here and watch this man walk all over Jonty, no way, not while he is here. When the waiters came around Lysander almost rose an eyebrow, looking around the table. He always felt it was a little bit on the wrong side to order so much food when there will only be two people at the table. Sure right now there are three but Jonty's dad didn't know that when he arrived at the restaurant and decided to order for everyone. Oh yes, he was about to ask the same question but rather than wondering why they were serving the food he was wondering what on earth had this man decided to order because the plate that had been placed before him looked oddly suspicious. Well, alpha male personality for sure Lysander was thinking as he glanced at the plate to his let side, that one looked a bit more eatable; not disrespect to the chef but this type of food just isn't his forte. He changed the plate as gently and politely as possible before glancing at Jonty's dad. He didn't even tried to eat the food he merely waved the waiter over and asked for a glass with water and some coke. He then paid his attention back to the other two at the table when the older one began to speak up. He could feel his skin crawl as memories rushed through his, and he had to momentarily turn his gaze around the room, counting the number of tables and people while he tried to calm down yet he continued to listen what was happening at his own table. He couldn't allow his own demons to rush back to him when Jonty needs him to have a clear state of mind. He couldn't deny the fact that despite that it was wrong, he had watched the video, and as bad as it was to enjoy someone being attacked, he had to admit it felt amazing to see that. A small smile on his lips as he shook his head and collected his thoughts, for some reason, know that the guy was still at the hospital put some ease to his mind. "Did you not hear it wasn't random?" Sander asked while he shifted on his seat, the food had been left behind as he was more concerned with the words. "He had a good reason to do that, and excuse me sir, but if you knew the reason, I am pretty sure you would agree with what he did, am I going to tell you the reason? no, I am not, but it is a good one" he heard the waiter coming over and smiled at him, giving a quick thank you as he set the drinks and walked away. Lysander instantly going back to the topic at hand. "And I am sorry, but maybe if you were to stop with the criticism and started listening you would be able to find out what he was thinking at the time" by the end he grabbed his glass and took a sip the one containing water. He made sure, he really made sure, that he wasn't coming off as cocky, he was just being clam and collected. WORDS: I don't know . TAGGED: JONTY . OUTFIT: TADA!

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[jonty allen waylon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i2.listal.com/image/4150613/600full-daniel-sharman.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi xMaybe this wasn’t a good idea. He was starting to think that he should have just skipped this dinner entirely. Its not as if his father would have been shocked if he hadn’t showed up, hell the man probably expected him to not show. At the very least Jonty thought he should have not invited Sander. It sounded like a good idea when he had invited him. The thought that maybe Sander being there would give his father a reason to act less… well less like himself. Instead all that was happening was Sander sitting there while Jonty’s dad pointed out everything that Jonty didn’t want Sander to know. Sure Sander knew a lot about Jonty, more than anyone knew about him, but Jonty was starting to fear the more Sander sat and heard what Jonty’s father had to say the more he would see reason. The more he would see that Jonty’s father, while maybe cruel in the delivery, was basically right. Still having Sander stand up for him was comforting. At least as long as Sander tried Jonty could hope that his father’s words weren’t sticking with Sander. However Jonty also knew that the words were useless. In the past Jonty tried to stick up for himself as adamantly as Sander was now, but as time went on the less and less Jonty fought back. Sure he protested and gave attitude, but he also knew that there wasn’t any point. He knew that he couldn’t change his father’s mind, so he just slowly stopped trying as hard. Sander though was talking back and Jonty knew if he talked like that now his father would throw a glass at his face, but since it was Sander and they were in public his father just sat there with an eyebrow raised listening to what Sander had to say. There was a long pause though where Jonty’s father was staring at Sander, as if assessing him. Once the long pause came to its end Jonty’s father said in his usual superior tone You seem like an intelligent boy. There was a small pause, but the kind of pause that was short enough to know that there was still a “but” to come. But it’s obvious you are deluded by my son. There may have been a “good reason” but that excuses nothing because if I had to bet he is just using that “good reason” as an excuse to cause trouble. So he’s a warning, all this boy has ever done is cause trouble and he’ll definitely cause you some because that’s all he’s ever done for me.

[/i] After those oh so kind words Jonty’s father resumed eating his food as if he had just told Sander about something as common as the weather.

With a worried look Jonty looked over at Sander. What if what his father was saying struck a chord with Sander? What if Sander took his father’s advice? Honestly Jonty would understand if he did. However Jonty didn’t want him to. With one last worried glance at Sander, Jonty looked in his father’s direction, but hesitated to make eye contact. Dad aren’t we here to talk about something else besides my relationship? Jonty said with a mask of his usual attitude, but really he just wanted to get the subject away from Sander and get this night over with.

The cold look Jonty’s father gave him would have been a bad sign if he were back home in the confines of his father’s office, but since they were in public there couldn’t be anything thrown at him or a blow or two across the face. No instead Jonty’s father just fixed him with a cold, hard look before saying. Okay son Jonty’s father said, sounding a little disgusted at the word “son.” I’m here to tell you that this is it. Once you turn 18 if you don’t have your shit together you can says goodbye to the money, the bailouts, and any contact with your sister because one more slip up and I never want to see you again. Jonty was about to say he would be completely fine with it, that he didn’t need one more chance, he didn’t need to deal with his father’s shit anymore, but then there was his sister. He couldn’t just give up the last bit of family that still actually liked him, so instead he sighed and nodded, looking down at his plate of nasty looking food as he did so.[/div]

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[Lysander Jase Laskaris]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] I'll be there for you This is a challenge; this is a huge challenge of course and it made him want to calm down and not let his sentiments take over him. How someone could act like this? Clearly this man has some issues and issues he won't be able to resolve of course but he could at least pin point a few things and work his way through that. He took a deep breath and glanced at his glass of water, to kill a little but of the silence he drank some of the water. It wasn't all that good at the moment, it annoys him to a whole new degree that someone is talking like this about Jonty. Granted he might not be the freaking poster kid that every parent would want in their lives but he is the most amazing person in the world. He can see the potential in him, and he would not change him for the world, every single trait in Jonty is something Sander likes, it's something he enjoys and it's what makes him special. Silence wasn't all that good, and it makes him want to take a few seconds to calm down. He glanced over at Jonty and he smiled a little, he wants to make him see that he is doing well and that nothing that happens right now will make him change the way he looks at him. Granted this was helping him understand why Jonty is the way he is, not entirely but a little bit for that matter. He just wants him to feel happy, he just wants his dad to see the amazing person that Jonty is but as the seconds passed he realized that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. So by now all he has left is that he is just going to smile and continue telling Jonty's father that he will not fall into his way of thinking. He might be able to make Jonty back down but there is no way for Sander to do that. Words came and Sander looked up; oh he doesn't like where this is going, not at all. If the guy was going to act like what Sander says is not right then he was going to give him the same deal. Sander looked at the male as if he had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world so he merely shook his head and went back to eating, brushing off the entire thing with a shrug of his shoulders. He looked over at Jonty and a smile came to his lips; it was his silent way of letting Jonty know that he was perfectly fine and that nothing wrong was going to happen due to his dad's words. He knows better than to let his mind be poisoned by someone else. So he just smiled and took a deep breath. Sander moved a little and took Jonty's hand. He linked his fingers with his and then looked over at his dad. He wished there was something he could say at the moment. "Maybe instead of giving a final notice you should try to... see that you are wrong with the way you think about him; you know if you are asking him to be better the best thing you could do is do what you preach" Oh dear lord, maybe Sander should just keep his mouth shut and not make things worse for anyone but the fact that he wasn't upset with this man caused him to not be thinking on his full capacity and just saying things as they rushed to his mind. WORDS: I don't know . TAGGED: JONTY . OUTFIT: TADA!

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[jonty allen waylon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i2.listal.com/image/4150613/600full-daniel-sharman.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi Honestly the news that he might be cut off from the money and his family wasn’t that much of a shock to Jonty. He’s been waiting for this to happen for a while. Hell he was even planning on never speaking to them again once he turned 18. He also planned on dropping out of school and moving somewhere far away from his family and making money one way or another with computers. He’s been planning this for so long that he has a separate bank account his parents don’t know about that he has been slowly transferring money to. So leaving his parents and the money behind didn’t bother Jonty, what bothered him was that his father would go out of his way to make sure he couldn’t see his sister. At least if he dropped off the map on his own terms he could still see her, but if he messed up this bad again it would be pretty hard to see her. At least he only had a few more months until he was eighteen, so for now he could duck his head and nod. He could keep his ass out of jail for few months; he’s done it before. He didn’t even care that it showed that his father had yet again won, because its not like Jonty has ever come out on the winning end of one of these talks. Hell Jonty counted it as a small victory if he came out physically unscathed. There were times he came out of his father’s office at his family’s home pulling glass out of his arm from a thrown glass of whiskey or times where he had red welts and purpling bruises on his cheek. His mom ignored them, his sister would try to play nurse but he would push her away. Those occasions only happened when Jonty fucked up around those special days that involved Benji. By now Jonty was used to all this, so he was ready to just get the hell out of there when Sander spoke up. Jonty knew he should be the one speaking up, but the usual snarky attitude of his was sucked out of him the moment he looked at his father. He was just a little kid again watching his father chose Benji over him, sitting alone in a hospital bed while his parents kept vigil over Benji’s. The same kid that begged to come home when they sent him off to school far away, but wouldn’t even get a call back. His father didn’t have that effect over Sander and Jonty was kind of jealous, but now he just squeezed Sander’s hand and said quietly Sander… its not worth it. Lets just… lets just go. tagged: sander outfit: CLICK JONTY'S DAD

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