Milk of Human Kindness

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: boyscout, the lost lover, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: drama drama drama., INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, Taking a deep breath, she nodded. She had to admit that he was right about some things. The fact that it brought closure to the people that were in the relationship was a damn good place to start. As much as she hated to admit it. Why was it that she had an aversion to titles? Oh yeah, she knew why. Biting down on the inside of her cheek, she shrugged. "I guess I'm just bitter because I've never been asked." she said, quietly. And that much was the truth. No guy had ever, officially, wanted to call her their own. For whatever reason. Including Boyscout. And that hurt like a mother fucker. When she looked away from him, she was expecting him to just let her go. To just look at her, and then realize that something was going on in her head, and release his hold on her. But when it didn't happen, she looked up at him. There was this... imploring look on her face, as her eyes, yet again, fell to his lips. Just what in the hell was she doing? What did she want from him? What would she do if he kissed her? She had spent so long running away from their relationship and now...? Speaking of unrequited love... Yeah, it was brought up. Primarily because Boyscout had feelings for another girl. Great. Just, fucking great. And to think that she was still dreaming about his lips on hers, even with this crippling sense of rejection setting in on her. Fucking, phenomenal. Licking her lips, she looked down at her desk, fighting back the urge to just spit it out. "It happens a lot more than you might think, Boyscout." she said, her voice sounding like ice. It was as though she was accusing him. Which, in part, she was. The conversation just did not want to go back to the chipper note in which they started talking. They were just determined to destroy each other. Or, so it seemed. "Yes. And he's stuck behind big metal doors that he can't get through. And... I have the only key to his room, and I'm getting walky talkies so that way we can communicate and he can let me know the status of what is going on. With the few tests that I have run, it seems as though the plant positively effects everything. And he's not like the rest of them. I mean, he eats people but... He's just a boy." she said, spitting that all out a lot faster than what she wanted. WORD COUNT:: 430

[Michael 'Boyscout' Scout]

Bad feelings burned beneath Scout's brow like a mental sunburn and it made things more than uncomfortable. What was he supposed to do now that they had even gotten to this situation? Did she actually want him to ask her to be his.... Whatever? It was kind of a hard thing to swallow since it seemed to be this eternal game of cat and mouse. Sometimes he wondered whether he was the cat or the mouse. "Well," he started, "What if someone did ask you to be official or whatever with them? Do you think you might change your mind on the situation?" he paused. Do you think you might change if I asked you? He didn't want to acknowledge it but that was the real question that was at the back of his mind. He looked up at her anticipating her response.

Looking down at her, with her in his arms, everything just... felt right. He wasn't sure what to do at this point except he was sure that he wanted to kiss her. He was far too afraid to act on it when he wasn't sure it was something that she wanted. Instead of kissing her he just smiled and hugged her again, just a little tighter and loosened his grip on her before stepping back again. He felt like he was retreating but perhaps it would be for the best in the long run.

He wondered what it was that she was talking about. He wondered who it might be stringing her along. All of a sudden, he went into protective older brother. "I remember having these kinds of conversations with Jessa." He looked at her face and tried to read it, not sure what it meant. "Is someone upsetting you Kyle?" He asked. He knew that whatever it was, she wouldn't talk to him about it if she didn't want to and to be honest, he wasn't sure still how to cope with boy trouble. Not that he didn't want to know about it, but he wasn't sure how to handle it with Kyle; not only because he wasn't a father or a brother but because he also was so close to being with her and now he's back in friend territory when he didn't want to be.

The temples on his head were starting to hurt. He reached up, rubbed them a bit and breathed deep. "You mean to say that you've locked up a zombie boy? In town?" Scout hated it when Kyle did these kinds of things. "So what are you going to do when the infection takes him over? You can't just let him loose outside and transporting him could be dangerous... The fact of the matter is that you'll have to kill him like a dog with rabies. I hope that you realize the situation that you have here." He felt bad saying this but what else was he supposed to say? She was a dreamer and he was a realist so these conversations came up every once in a while and no matter how long he had done these conversations he was still upset to do them.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: boyscout, the lost lover, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: drama drama drama., INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, His question gave her reason to pause. Would it make her change her mind? She realized, mentally, that of course it would. After all, she was just a human, and she was projecting the fact that she was hurt, and was telling herself that she didn't believe it and, or like it, just so that she could preserve herself, and her ego. It was stupid and childish, but all humans had their little scape goats. This happened to be hers. She hated something because she couldn't have it. Clearing her throat, she shrugged. "That would require someone asking me first." she said, quietly, seemingly unwilling to let the truth pass through her lips. But it all came to a head. The entire conversation that they had been having, had led up to this moment. Here she was, in his arms, looking up at him, all but imploring him to kiss her. She had even looked at his lips. No, she was staring at his lips. But, instead of responding to such an implication he smiled and hugged her. She knew that he wasn't stupid. He knew what she was thinking and what she wanted, but he chose to ignore it. Kyle would never admit it, but her heart broke a bit. She swallowed and pushed herself away from him, the fake smile that she wore on her lips a great deal less convincing that it had ever been. Is someone upsetting you, Kyle? She looked up at him, almost like a deer in the headlights. Was she pissed at Nic for not wanting something with her? Or was she just pissed at Boyscout. While she wanted to be honest with herself, that last rejection just put the icing on the cake. Anything that she felt toward Boyscout was pushed under the surface as deep as she could get it. She swallowed, and nodded. Unable to really speak. "It's no big deal. I guess neither of us are willing to try." "He's doing well!" she growled, folding her arms across her chest. "He's reacting beautifully to the plant. As long as I keep him on overly processed food and the plant, we should start seeing some progress. And I doubt that it's going to get that bad. He's well put together, for a moderate infection. I'd say he was more bordering on low than anything." she said, watching him carefully. "He's locked in a room that he can't get out of, unless I unlock the damn door. For Christ's sake, Boyscout, he's just a fucking kid!" WORD COUNT:: 425

[Michael 'Boyscout' Scout]

The tension that Scout was trying to get rid of seemingly refused to go away. There was something about it that insisted on being heard. He wondered what it was that it was trying to say and he felt as if he knew but he wasn't sure that he wanted to find out. Could she really want a relationship with him after all. His heart begged the question "What if I asked you?" but he couldn't bring himself to vocalize it. Saying anything could completely jeopardize their relationship. Whatever it was. Perhaps he believed what she was saying more than he had said without realizing it. Great; Scout is now a coward and a hypocrite. "Don't give up." he said rather sadly, "I'm sure someone will ask you when the time is right."

Scout wished that he could find a corner somewhere and hide. He felt like such an asshole. Should he have kissed her? No. That might have been worse than asking her to have a real relationship with him because they might have had a connection that would have come to nothing; leaving them more confused than before. He swallowed a lump in his throat and felt ashamed. He was punishing himself mentally but he wasn't sure what for.

He could see the disappointment in her eyes and it pained him. He saw a chair next to Kyle and sat in it, taking her hand tenderly. "If there's anything that I might be able to do to tell you, you know that I'm not very far away. All that you have to do is ask." Scout wanted her, he wanted her badly but there was no way in Hell that he would be able to make the first advance, not with things between them the way that they were. It still didn't feel quite right for some reason. Like a barrier was set up high between them that he hadn't figured out how to scale. Some days he hoped that she was on the other side too trying to find a way to him... As cheesy as it sounded.

Scout looked at Kyle critically and chewed on the inside of his cheek. "I can't believe you would risk something like that. You know how this town works around infected people at no matter the level; They don't." He shook his head and paced the linoleum floor. Could she be any more helpless? He seemed to keep asking himself. "Damn you and your maternal instincts. If it was some ugly fat man you wouldn't give a shit about him!"