forum High School Rp (Closed. Stalkers welcome)

Started August 14, 2018 by @EmptyNebula group

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Chase put the ice in his eye, “Thank you.” He lifted up his shirt a little to reveal purple and black splotches from where Kemp had kicked him at his abdomen. He looked away so he wouldn’t have to see Alistair’s reaction.

Alistair sucked in a breath. "Oh, stars… Chase…" he murmured, taking in all of the bruises across Chase's abdomen. "I- oh goodness… Can you- would it be alright if I took your shirt off? Just to get to all of your bruises, I don't want you to move your shoulder much; I think it's hurt, too." Noticing Chase's averted gaze, he reached out and cupped his uninjured cheek. "Hey, look at me, it's gonna be okay," he said softly.

I see a ship here. But Alistair is straight(not in my eyes but oh well).//

Chase nodded hesitantly, slowly pulling off his shirt. He was a mess from where Kemp had kicked him. He didn’t want to cry again, but… It was so hard to keep it all in and it started with a small sniffle then water came to his eyes and he buried his face in his hands. His shoulder did ache, but it was just so hard, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Chase mumbled because he was breaking down again already.

(did I put straight? haha. Whoops)

(*looks at ‘whoops’ skeptically
*Runs around screaming SHIP SHIP SHIP SHIP)

~( ^u^)~

"Hey, shh, shh," Alistair murmured. He jerked his head at Kelsey and she left the room. "Chase, don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong. Let's get you bandaged up and changed and you can rest, 'kay?" He cupped Chase's cheeks and gently wiped away his tears as he began to sing softly.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nZGv8VTBVE)

(I am absolutely crying right now because they are so ROMANTIC)

Chase savored Alistair’s warmth and his voice and slowly the tears dried up to fade into the occasional sniffle as Alistair cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and swayed slowly with the music Alistair made. It was beautiful.

(I am absolutely crying right now because they are so ROMANTIC)

Chase savored Alistair’s warmth and his voice and slowly the tears dried up to fade into the occasional sniffle as Alistair cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and swayed slowly with the music Alistair made. It was beautiful.

(While Alexa is here crushing on someone that no one knows about except Alexa. Reading the scene and crying because she is just a smol bean that needs more love in her life.)

(ikr my heart cannot even)

Alistair smiled softly as Chase's tears faded and his breathing steadied.
"Are you comfortable with me putting on the ointment, or would you rather do it?" he asked gently, picking up the tube of ointment that he had gotten out.

“C-Can you?” Chase didn’t even want to look down at himself, and it would probably hurt to try and reach his back. He focused on Alistair’s eyes instead.

(While Alexa is here crushing on someone that no one knows about except Alexa. Reading the scene and crying because she is just a smol bean that needs more love in her life.)

(Poor Alexa ;n; Evryone deserves romance, especially the smol beans)

Alistair nodded and got the ointment, gently applying it to all of the bruises on Chase's torso. He was as careful as possible, afraid of applying too much pressure and hurting him. It made Alistair sad and angry to see all of the splotchy bruises covering him. When he finished, he wrapped bandages around Chase and pinned them with medical tape.
"Alrighty, all wrapped up," he said taking Chase's hand with a soft smile. "You ready to go upstairs? The spare bedroom is there, and I have some clothes you can borrow."

Chase nodded, gingerly getting of the stool and standing. Alistair had been so careful not to hurt him… It made Chase’s stomach flutter but he shoved it down as he followed Alistair to the spare bedroom. He couldn’t help but glanced at their hands intertwined, “Thank you so much, again, Alistair.”

When they got to the spare bedroom, Alistair squeezed his hand before gesturing for Chase to sit on the queen-sized bed. He went over to the dresser and rummaged around in a drawer. A couple of seconds later, he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and an over-sized, super-soft sweatshirt.
"Here, sorry if they're a bit big," he said, handing them to Chase. "I'll go in the hallway while you change pants, then we can hang out and watch Netflix or something, does that sound okay?"

“Yeah, that sounds good. No, it sounds great,” Chase have an appreciative smile. Once he was alone, he change out of his clothes. The sweatshirt was softer than anything, and Chase gladly slipped his arms into it’s too long sleeves. The sweatpants were nice too, and Chase only realized after he changed how bad his clothes had smelt from being in the dumpster. Chase picked up his clothes and opened the door to see Alistair, “Where should I put these?” He gestured to his dirty clothes.

"I'll take them to the laundry room," Alistair replied, taking the dirty clothes from him. "You go ahead and settle in, I'll also get my laptop, and we can watch a movie."
After running downstairs and putting the clothes away, he grabbed his laptop and started to head back upstairs.
"Hey, cuz," Kelsey, popped her head out of her office. "Do your aunt and uncle know you're here?"
"No," Alistair said, realizing his great mistake.
Kelsey waved her hand, "Don't worry 'bout it. I call them and say I needed your help cleaning or fixing something." She went back to her office, and Alistair resumed his journey back upstairs. When in the guest bedroom once more, he settled down in the bed right next to Chase and opened his laptop.
"So, any requests?" He asked, looking over at Chase, whose face was only inches from his own.

“You decide,” Chase replied, subtly scooting closer to Alistair. It was far enough away from him that one could blame it on being Chase just wanted to see the screen better, but close enough that he felt Alistair’s soothing warmth.

Alistair hummed as he scrolled through Netflix. "How about Beauty and the Beast?" he asked.

“That sounds nice,” Chase replied, a fond smile appearing on his face. He loved beauty and the beast. He rested his head back on the pillows and relaxed, the softness of the sweatshirt comforting. About halfway through the movie Chase’s head slid down to lay on Alistair’s shoulder.

A faint blush appeared on Alistair's cheeks, and he smiled, letting his head rest against Chase's. Near the end of the movie, in the part where the Beast is dying, he began to cry. He knew what happened, but he couldn't help it, that scene just got to him.

Chase felt drip onto his head and positioned himself to look up and wipe the tears off of Alistair’s face this time. He was about to open his mouth and say something, but as soon as he processed what he was going to say he clamped up. I love you. He turned a furious shade of red, but kept on wiping away Alistair’s tears.