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Malachi considered Dimitri’s short reply a win. A small one at that, but a win. He slumped into his seat a little bit when his brother called him out on his words, knowing they were the truth. He would never make Dimitri walk home, even if he was sure Dimitri would do that to him. “We? Like we do best?” He sat up straighter, trying to muster up as much anger as his body would allow, “Like you do best, Dimitri. You can’t just – you can’t just do this,” he motioned between the two of them, “like you enjoy it. I’m not here for you to walk all over and– and if you think I won’t tell our parents about your fighting then you’re wrong.” Kai couldn’t stop all the words from pouring out, and he sat back almost like he’d be struck right there if he didn’t close his mouth at that moment exactly. He was barely older than the other, yet he felt like a kid brother that was only ever going to be a pain in Dimitri’s side. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, and Kai was simply heartbroken all over again, forever unsure at what he had done to make it get to this point. “I don’t get why you have to make it your personal vendetta to make my life hell.”

He’d wanted to be angry right back. Truly, he did. He’d wanted his eyes to spark with as much malice as they could, lip curled in an unattractive snarl while his whole body screaming stay away. Rather than an aggressive reaction occurring at the other’s threat — the biggest threat, the one that could land him in prison — he sat back, eyes growing wide as if he were a toddler told to go stand in a corner. If anything, he trusted Malachi with the secret more than anyone, more than his best friend, more than Asher even, and yet, yet, there he sat, threatening to out him just as Dimitri had threatened to do to him. That in itself was nothing more than words, seeing as Dimitri wouldn’t dare say an actual murmur about his brother’s sexuality to his parents, but Malachi? He’d thrown his words out so carelessly, so easily that it frightened the smaller boy. What if he did tell everyone his secret? Dimitri stiffened visibly, dropping all signs of humor that had lingered in his gaze. “Kai.” The word was spoken so quietly that he could barely even hear it himself, but the urgency and horror that filled its tone was unmistakable. “You... You wouldn’t, right?” Something in the way that Dimitri’s gaze lingered on his brother, the unfamiliar twinkle of uncertainty residing in the green orbs, was Malachi’s second indicator that he wasn’t trying to one-up him anymore. Speechless, his chest tightened with anxiety. Dimitri glanced over at the entrance as if expecting a SWAT team to come barreling in and handcuffing him that very instant. Frightened didn’t even begin to describe the way he felt about his illegal activities being spread, and by his own brother no less.

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colehuisman.

A sense of panic was slowly building at the base of Cole’s throat – he didn’t feel the least bit equipped to deal with a situation like this when drunk. Everything felt unsteady, from the world around him to his emotions boiling at the pit of his stomach; his veins were empty of energy and there was a hollowness in his chest that made Cole want to put his head between his legs. How was he supposed to deal with this situation when drunk? Evidently, however, he wasn’t as drunk as Dimitri – even he could see that. The world around him swam dimly, yet Cole could still recognize the signs of inebriation even in the way Dimitri looked down. Resentment joined the rest of the emotions in the pit of his stomach, churning like an angry bee wanting to escape.

This day was supposed to be a day of isolation and misery for Cole, and now Dimitri showed up at his doorstep drunk as a skunk wanting a shoulder to cry on? That fact alone didn’t anger Cole as much as the fact that Dimitri had exhausted him of emotional support within the last few days alone, and now he demanded more. It left a bitter taste in Cole’s mouth.

“A friend?” Jaw clenched tight, Cole tried to swallow the resentment that arose from the pit of his stomach. Or was it vomit? He couldn’t tell the difference. He could feel every joint in his body throb with anger, throb with hurt. “Dimitri, I’m not your friend,” Cole said through clenched teeth, pulling a hand over his mouth and letting it travel to the depths of his dark hair. His voice was low but undeniably cloaked with venom. “I’m your ex-boyfriend.” The words hit him in the chest with a jab of pain, although not because he was in any shape or form still in love with Dimitri, but rather because the connotations to that statement were ones of cheating and lying and hurting – things that still affected Cole deeply. “Don’t you–,” Cole started, though cut himself off as Dimitri fell abruptly before his eyes. Had he been more sober he would have tried to catch him – his arms even twitched forward automatically, though to no avail. Confused and a little annoyed, Cole stared at Dimitri on the floor, his mouth hanging slightly open in a frown. He took a swaying step forward and struggled for a moment to zone in on Dimitri’s arm before he could grab it, his other hand keeping him anchored to the door frame. “Get up,” he urged in a mumble, and, hating himself, he added through clenched teeth, “Are you okay?”

The second the word boyfriend left Cole’s lips, Dimitri wanted to shove them back in his mouth. He was not attached, he was not needy, and he’d certainly hadn’t been a boyfriend to the male opposite him. Even in a crumbled disarrayed mess on the floor, he could find those to be truths. He was not a boyfriend, he’d never be a boyfriend, and he’d never been Cole’s. Not romantically. Not emotionally. Green eyes raked up to an unwavering gaze, blue as the ocean, hair black as dark as his own heart, and he shivered against the hot flash that surged through him. He was not a boyfriend, an ex-whatever, but perhaps at one point he’d wanted to be. The thought left him feeling angered, lips pursing on their own accord as he allowed Cole to help him. Help. Another thing he didn’t want but had gotten anyways. Was that the price he was paying coming over to his doorstep?

Dimitri lingered on the question, the usually worried question, and avoided the other’s gaze with more intent than it to be the alcohol coursing through his veins. The fact of the matter was that he wasn’t okay, but god fucking forbid the Croft to ever admit that out loud. Emotionally detached and power hungry got him far in life, but not when it came to situations such as this one. No, here he was stuck, cowering like a fucking child after he’d been caught lying. Hell, who knows? Maybe he had lied in some version, some fucked up reality, where he’d told himself that it had been chance that brought him to Cole’s apartment. Maybe he just wanted someone to satiate his unquenchable need for attention.

He looked up, if only for a fraction of a second, before nearly choking on his words. “Never been better.” Dimitri tried smiling, as if that would somehow help him be less transparent, and rubbed hard at his nose. “S’my birthday. I’m ancient, but like- still hot, so... Yeah? Never been- Never been better.” Except for, y’know, the part where he was totally hammered and heartsick and couldn’t take two steps in front of him without the world spinning. Or was that just Cole’s cologne? He sucked in a breath, as if to inhale it and desensitize himself further, before shrugging his shoulders in the most half-assed attempt to seem casual ever. Jesus, he was incredibly transparent. Worried about Cole catching on, he made his first mistake. The boy met the other’s eyes and cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”

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          At his sound of disapproval, Jas let a small smirk creep up on the edge of her lips. She didn’t care much for Dimitri. Didn’t care for the way he treated people or how entitled he was about everything. But, damn, was it fun to aggravate him this early in the morning. She took a sip of her tea and flipped the page with a swipe across her screen as he now verbally protested. “Now, Dimitri, have I ever lied to you?” At his question however, she pointed to her cup without looking up from her iPad. “If you’re talking about why I’m at Starbucks I feel like the answer is quite obvious. If you mean here as in this seat, it’s because you looked perturbed.”

Dimitri raised a brow at the word 'perturbed', having a difficult time trying to remember what the definition of it was. He never did school, never was a good student, but he played his lack of intelligence well. The male smiled, if only for a moment, and shrugged his shoulders. "I'd hope not," he said with a curt nod. "I don't take well to liars, so... Whatever. I didn't take you as a Starbucks sorta girl, though. What'd you get, one of those cliche lattes?" He almost snorted, almost, but caught himself before he could. There was no need to be unnecessarily rude to Jas.

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Malachi rolled his eyes, wondering if Dimitri would ever learn to appreciate the feeling of earning your own money. He figured that wouldn’t happen, but that was to be expected. Hating handouts, Kai simply waited behind his brother, “Yes, but I’m not twenty seven and still relying on mom and dad to pay for my dinner,” he said under his breath, yet loud enough for his brother to hear. It wasn’t very often that Malachi had something snarky to say, but he couldn’t hold back when he did. Pushing past his younger brother, Kai ordered his food and went to a table, almost hoping Dimitri would choose another one to sit at, like they hadn’t come together at all. The ladies first comment just got underneath Kai’s skin as usual, but he refused to let his brother win this round. Kai pursed his lips, looking down at the table as Dimitri sat down as well, “You’re walking home, right? I’m not going to drag you all around town if spending time with me is your idea of doing me a favor.”

Dimitri rolled his eyes at the first utter of words under Malachi’s breath, a smile tugging quick on his lips. He didn’t exactly rely on their money... Sure, he made his own somehow, and while he did get a monthly allowance added to his bank account, it wasn’t his parents, it was his. All under his name and everything. Malachi was full of shit, not that Dimitri didn’t believe it before, and he shook his head lightly. “Whatever.” Short and to the point, but enough to let his brother know he’d gotten under his skin. The conversation was done at that point as Kai stepped up to order and Dimitri took his place shortly after. He sat in the chair opposite the blond, almost tempted to stretch out and let his feet rest on the other’s thighs, but decided against it as he crossed his arms. “You wouldn’t make me walk home,” he said with a snort, looking off to the side. “Can you fucking relax? It’s lunch, not a fucking— I don’t know, whatever other thing you think this is.” He tipped his head back in exasperation, a groan falling effortlessly from his lips. “We’re gonna eat, you’re gonna take me home, and then we can go back to ignoring each other like we do best. Yeah? Not that hard for you to wrap your head around.” Dimitri studied his brother for a second more, pursing his lips. His tone was patronizing when he spoke. “I don’t know, or maybe it is.”

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Ronnie: I suppose you’re right, they don’t have bad taste 

Ronnie: Hey–I can be fun! 

Dimitri: You can?

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Malachi only gave a half smile, though it faded when he noticed Dimitri’s eyes rake over his figure. He was definitely not out of shape, yet his brother couldn’t help but shoot a dig at him anyway. It was obvious Malachi had meant half of each flavor, but he bit his cheek to stop from snapping, “I think I’m fine,” he argued, weakly at that. It wasn’t worth the struggle, and Malachi got out of the car, not bothering to wait for his brother as he headed towards the line. Los Angeles was hot, as usual, but Malachi tried his best to ignore Dimitri as his brother finally joined him. It was hard to do so, considering he’d brought the younger Croft with him. Kai wished there was an ounce of love left for his brother, but at this point, he felt like there was nothing to be fixed between them since Dimitri had ruined it, “I’m not buying you lunch. Flash your fancy trust fund card and buy it yourself.”

Dimitri smiled at the characteristically weak way his brother replied. If anything, it was another score for him and another negative for Malachi that he’d inevitably make up for by chauffeuring his ass around town. The brunette followed happily, eagerly, intent on getting his hands dirty with salted fries and cups with palm trees on them. “Fancy trust fund card?” He asked with a raise of his brow. Shrugging, Dimitri pushed up the door to In N Out and didn’t bother holding it open for the blond. Even now he could notice a few sending disappointed glances his way as he stopped, only looking behind him to make sure that Malachi hadn’t abandoned him. Waiting in the queue was annoying enough. “What, like you don’t have one, too? A little black card is all it is, Kai.” A little black card that, to everyone else, was a prized possession. To Dimitri? It was nothing — just a plastic rectangle, just another object he owned. It was nothing. He glanced over, a smile tugging on his lips. The one thing he enjoyed was that he and Kai were at the same height; he wouldn’t have to look up to him, though try as he might he stood a little taller around him, if only to say he could look down and shake his head in disapproval. I can help the next guest! was spoken out into the queue, and Dimitri let his smile grow wider as he gestured towards the available register. “Ladies first.”

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Ronnie: I don’t suck fun out. :P Ronnie: My girls are every one’s type.

Dimitri: Yes you do. Its okay. Dimitri: Uh? Not mine lol

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Ronnie: You know I will. Ronnie: That’s not an invitation for you to have any sexual relations with them.

Dimitri: You suck the fun out of everything. Dimitri: Joking, haha. I won’t. I don’t think your girls are quite my type, anyways. ;)

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colehuisman.

No matter how much Cole wanted to escape this day, he’d gone into it knowing he realistically couldn’t. That was the only plan he’d had for the day – to acknowledge that he couldn’t escape it. From the moment he opened his eyes, his brain had run in a thousand different directions trying to find ways to deal with what day it was, and for a while he’d seriously considered pretending like it was the 19th already. Yet, as Cole had risen more and more into consciousness, he’d known that wasn’t a choice. No matter how much he wanted Dimitri to be a chapter of his life that never touched him ever again, the guy worked his way into the corners of Cole’s mind – and especially so on Dimitri’s own birthday. Any normal person might have reached out to their friends on their ex-boyfriend’s birthday, and try as he might to pretend otherwise, Cole didn’t have a shortage of friends to reach out to. Anyone could work – Jazmine, Kate, Eddie, anyone from the band; heck, even Dimitri’s own brother, Malachi, could have been a shoulder to cry on that day. But Cole had to choose to isolate himself in his apartment with a bottle of… what had it been, exactly? By the time that question arose in his mind, he was far too tipsy to remember what it was he’d been drinking. At the very least he’d waited well into the evening before he allowed himself to wallow in his own misery – which was also why he startled when someone knocked at his door. The last thing Cole wanted at that moment was for one of his friends to see him like this, even anyone from the band despite the fact that they’d seen him in this state at least once before. Getting up too quickly, Cole took a moment to stabilize himself before he trudged through the apartment, taking deep breaths to try and appear as sober as he could once he finally opened the door. The heavy drop in his stomach was immediate once his eyes landed on none other than Dimitri himself. The last person in the world he wanted to see right now. For one moment Cole merely stared, mouth hanging open in a glare as though he couldn’t believe his eyes, before, funnily enough, a chortle escaped him.  “You’ve– You’ve got to be kidding me,” he chortled, and though the sound temporarily painted a smile on his lips, it vanished as soon as the chortle did. “You’re– You’re having a shitty day? You are? You’re having– a shitty day, huh?” Shaking his head, Cole wiped a hand over his mouth, his balance rather unsteady. “When you have a bad day you call Asher, Dimitri,” Cole said with considerable venom, a frown forming in his forehead. Beneath the numbness of the alcohol lay a pain, a pain in Cole’s chest that kept growing and growing the longer his eyes rested on any part of Dimitri at all. “I can’t– I can’t believe this,” he slurred, arms and hands busy in gestures to match his words. “You come here today, after– after everything in the last couple of days… because you’re having a shitty day? What do you want from me, Dimitri?”

In truth, Dimitri didn't know what he wanted. While he liked to appear as confident as god himself, or perhaps Lucifer himself, the simple fact was that he wasn't in certain situations. Romantic relationships, past or current or nonexistent, was one of those things the male was entirely unsure of. Feelings weren't his thing, he didn't enjoy dwelling on emotions, yet it was exactly what had landed him on Cole's front step, swallowing hard while his hands turned clammy. "I..." It died on his throat as he looked up, vulnerable, and tried to shove away the tightness in his chest. "I don't know." The words, had they come from anyone else, could've been considered comical. With Dimitri however, the man so sure of himself that he'd titled himself the self-proclaimed king of Los Angeles, there was no amusement hidden within the words, no just kidding waiting at the end, no undertones trying to convince Cole anything else. Dimitri truly didn't know. He shifted, uncomfortable, and tried not to think of how the world was spinning underneath him.

"I don't know why I'm here," he rattled on, words slurring together. It was apparent he was drunk to the glazed over look in his eyes and the blush that dusted across his cheeks, with the hunched way he held himself rather than his usual straight posture. He fidgeted a lot more, too, like he was trying to crawl out of his own skin. Hell, maybe he was around Cole. It certainly felt like it. "I promised— And I meant to keep it, but— I'm here and it's my birthday and the entire fucking day has been— It's been—" Dimitri closed his eyes tightly, praying the hot feeling would wash away. He didn't cry. "I didn't want Asher. I wanted... I wanted you." He rubbed hard at his face, shaking his head. Even as he'd said the words, he knew they were wrong. "A friend. A- A something. Someone to sit with."

Green eyes studied the other with as much focus as he could muster, straying from pouty lips and enchanting eyes to, instead, black hair that he'd once ran his fingers through. Cole might've looked as bad as he felt, but that never stopped him from being beautiful. Was it wrong of him to miss it? He frowned, feeling like he'd already lost a battle where he didn't know what he was fighting for. It was that alone that had him murmuring a forget it, a have a good night, pushing off from the door frame with a poor expression. He thought of his apartment, the lonely bed he’d inevitably sleep in, and tried to swallow the dejected feelings he felt. In his drunkenness he tripped over his two feet, one stumble turning into two, and he found himself falling towards the ground with a startled yelp. Dimitri laughed, nervous, avoiding the other’s gaze as he tried to shake the pain burning into his palms and fight the embarrassed blush creeping on his cheeks. “Fuck.”

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jaslenesoto.

          Sunday mornings were supposed to be peaceful. That’s what her mother always taught her growing up. Sunday mornings are for relaxing. Get all your errands done Saturday and you can relax and enjoy a nice herbal tea while you read the Sunday paper. At least that’s what she wanted, what she had hoped for. She didn’t really plan on seeing Dimitri with that awful look on his face like he wanted to waste away rather than be there. She plopped her drink down on his table and made herself a spot where his feet had been occupying after wiping the seat off. “I’d say you look distraught but you always look like you want to kill everyone.” Crossing her legs, Jas pulled out her iPad and propped it against her thigh while she signed on to the wifi and pulled up LA Times.

The first thing to come out of Dimitri's mouth was an arrogant scoff as he heard Jas' words. An eye roll would've been more appropriate had he genuinely cared, and while he loved the girl and everything she stood for, she sure did piss him off. "I do not," he said with a huff, leaning back against the bench and crossing his arms. With the sunglasses perched on his nose he wrinkled it, lips curling in distaste. Did he really? Well, if he did, who cared? "You're making that shit up." He didn't want to admit that Jas was right. Curious, Dimitri looked over to peek at what the girl was doing on her iPad. The LA Times? An embarrassed flush managed to creep up his neck. He'd be lying had he said he didn't read the newspaper every morning. "What're you doing here?"

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malachixcroft.

Malachi refrained from rolling his eyes at Dimitri’s suggestion, since it would only be met with a comment about excuses. At times, it was a wonder why the elder Croft even tried to do anything with his brother. He was beginning to feel like it was a mistake to stay in Los Angeles, “Right.” Training. Fighting. Beating the shit out of people. It was a line that was kicked and blurred one too many times. Kai hated every minute of it with a burning passion; like one day Dimitri would come home with something that he wouldn’t be able to hide or shake off so easily. “You shouldn’t,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head at Dimitri’s words. He couldn’t find it in him to indulge his brother, either, “Busy day then, huh?” he said finally, rubbing the back of his neck as he parked the car. “Maybe. I kind of want a strawberry and chocolate shake.”

He shouldn't. Something the Croft constantly told himself, except his mind worked in funny ways. Granted, if he shouldn't have done something, that usually meant he'd do the exact opposite. Dimitri rubbed at his nose, as if remembering the last time it'd been bleeding and Kai had to patch him up like the good little doctor he was, and shrugged his shoulders like it wasn't a big deal. "Busy, yeah." He hummed out, watching cars pass them by as he sat in Malachi's car. There was a difference between Kai and his driver — besides the obvious, Dimitri could genuinely say he enjoyed his brother's company rather than the person hired to take him anywhere he damn well pleased. "Both?" God help him, green eyes scanned the other's physique before he made an eh face and looked away. "Do you really need it? I mean... Let's be honest." That was, in truth, the nicer way of Dimitri telling someone they weren't as thin as they should've been. "One or the other, Kai. Besides, you never came to work out the other day with Federico."

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Happy birthday you piece of shit ;)

[text]: Thanks asshole 😘[text]: Party on Saturday. Get ready to get fuuuuuucked! 😛

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Freddie: 200?

Dimitri: 200 what?

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Dimitri: Mmm, definitely on the to do list, love :) Dimitri: Party Saturday night? Bring your friends

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Ronnie: Happy birthday ass wipe, have lots of drinks for me. ;) 

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