thanks for nothing

[aprettyoddgirl]

Today was going to be a long, irrational day which would eventually bleed into a week, but hopefully nothing more. Wales was a place far away from home, so much that it felt like Peter Pan's Neverland. It was relaxing, comforting almost, to know that he had left everything behind him an ocean away. Well, everything besides a couple pieces of his past, one of which he was ready to confront. Regardless on how his endeavor with Wynn went, maybe he would stay in Wales for longer than he had planned; he liked it here.

Beckett strolled down an alley with a small map in his hands and a stray cat at his feet. It hadn't been that hard to come across Wynn's home address whenever Eddingborough kept all the files, now it was just a matter of finding his house. It was a big task; flying over from Pittsburgh to London, a short layover, and the to Wales. A cab ride over to Cardiff, Wynn's home town, and now he had to walk along the roads to find the right address. It was a bit of a headache, but not impossible. What he feared the most was Wynn's reaction to all of this. Beckett knew he had hurt the boy, had offended him even whenever they fought, but he felt sincerely bad for it now. He was going to try to make repairs and if he couldn't be with Wynn in the way his heart desired, then he could settle at being friends... if Wynn allowed him that much.

He glanced up at the afternoon sky, which was thankfully shrouded in clouds to block out the noon sun. The ginger cat at his feet walked ahead of him, as if it knew more than he did exactly where he was heading. It would walk a few feet, wait for Beckett to catch up, and then rub between his legs and purr audibly from below before repeating the motions. After a final glance at the map however, Beckett stopped and stared at the house before him. He looked down once more to check the house number before he walked up the stone path leading to the doorstep and rapped on the door three times, sucking in a deeper breath with each knock.

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[verfaullen]

ooc; sorry about the wait. >.<;

ic; The happenings of last night were better kept sealed shut. He didn’t need a reminder right this instant, as he glanced across the room towards his obviously irritated brother and then to Blake. His parents even, where sitting in the living room watching TV with them. It was rather awkward to the point Wynn of all people started to feel the pressure of the tense atmosphere. Kendall was out of the house, as per usual, too, so that didn’t help much. Then, Daniel was ignoring the fact he survived, and… Blake, he didn’t know what to say at the moment.

So, when the door knocked and everyone within the Greyson family turned towards the front door, Wynn was the first to stand up. He wore an obviously faked grin on his lips as he murmured that he’d get it. The blond just wanted to escape from the tense room before anything happened. Or, worse, he became the one everyone wanted to blame for one reason or another. Pausing before the door, he sighed, briefly wondering who might be behind the door. He hadn’t planned anything… or so he remembered. The only current event on his ‘schedule’ was hanging out with Blake since he was here.

Peering curiously, he opened the door. Of course, there wasn’t any part of him that expected the person who brutally crushed his heart to be here… at his door. He didn’t even know what face he wore at the moment, perhaps a mixture of shock, confusion and partial fear. His body was tensed with rare anxiety as he slowly slipped from within his home. The only thing he wanted to know at this moment was why Beckett of all people was standing before him. Scrunching, he peeked inside for a mere moment. “Uh, I’m gonna be out fer a minute.” To which his father gave a wave of his hand.

The blond closed the door after that, turning his attention back to the boy in front of him. The tension was still apparent on his face as he took a hand to scratch the back of his curly hair. “Whatcha… doin’ here?”

[aprettyoddgirl]

A smile played on his lips whenever Wynn came to the door, glad that it was he instead of Daniel, who might not react so coolly. Really, Beckett was surprised by Wynn's calm reaction all together; simply asking what he was doing here instead of yelling at him to leave. Maybe time healed all wounds and just left scars, or maybe Wynn just wasn't up to speed this afternoon, and would take some time to warm up.

Wynn looked tense already, even as he answered the door. Something wasn't right at home then, however, because Wynn's facial expressions didn't change in the negative way that Beckett had thought it would. Mostly shock, but no anger. And above that, a layer of confusion; while Beckett had been planning this trip for weeks, he hadn't been so thoughtful as to tell the other boy.

Beckett had been thinking on the very same question for weeks, as he planned his flight and packed his bags. He felt bad now for how he and Wynn parted ways and sometimes, he couldn't help but miss the other boy. Wynn had defended him when he needed it, and Beckett had tried his best to love Wynn when he needed it... but that could only work for so long. Beckett was convinced that he wasn't the 'loving' type. Friends... he was good at being friends, but when you added in that romantic complication... things got weird.

"I'm here to... ah... talk," Beckett murmured, a tad embarrassed when the words came out in all the wrong ways, instead of the confident sentence that had been in his head. "About... y'know, us." He stared down at his tattered but lucky sneakers and kicked a pebble on the ground. "If that's allowed anyway," he added in a rush, even though he knew that he was intruding.

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