☾ young god

“Uh, think you’ve mistaken me for someone who has the time and interest for that, perhaps?”

“S’kinda unfair you always act like I have to sell my soul to you before you want to help,” Jude huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, not wanting to give up just yet. “But please? I promise I’ll do your laundry for a whole month. Like, I know I already do that sometimes, but I kinda always used the regular laundry detergent and, like, if you help me out I’ll use the expensive one that makes your clothes extra soft. Which basically also increases your cuddly-factor. So pretty please? I’ll love you,” he quickly added, shooting his brother a bright smile.  

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist, it was a golden opportunity! Aw c'mon now, don’t be upset! Forgive me?”

“Just because you had the opportunity doesn’t mean you had to take it, though,” the boy explained with a small pout. “And no --- I only accept apologies in form of food, cuddles or love,” Jude told him before pausing, frowning a little before he continued, “preferably all three of them, so I won’t forgive you just yet.”

Evan searched his eyes, trying to figure out where his mind was at and if Evan was stepping over a line. However, when the guy looked more interested than mortified, Evan was pretty relieved. “Evan, Evan Brentwood.” He smiled brightly at him. “It’s nice to meet you too, Jude. Now, what are we drinking?” Evan gestured towards his empty glass. 

Jude’s eyes widened a little as he heard his name, remembering his father talk about the Brentwoods and their business back when he lived in Brooklyn. He was fairly certain they had attended the same charities and conventions --- but yet there they were; properly meeting each other in some cheap bar out of all places. “Shit,” he mumbled, tearing his eyes away from the boy in front of him. “Didn’t realize I was talking to a proper celebrity,” the boy added, feeling his cheeks burn up a little. But when Evan gestured towards his glass, Jude felt a shy smile tug on his lips. “Whatever you feel like buying me. Choose carefully, though; you’re next choice will basically define the course of our relationship.”

WHEN SHE RECOGNIZED THE GUY AT THE BAR THROUGH THE WINDOW, bijou didn’t doubt about entering to check up on him. hearing him mumble, she frowned. “jude ? i–i am sorry...” the blonde said softly as she placed her tiny hand on his back. “we should go back.”❞

When Jude recognized the girl in front of him, he wasn’t certain whether to laugh or cry. Of course she’d be there, he thought bitterly, and rapidly shifted his gaze to the drink in front of him. “You aren’t sorry,” he responded as he closed his eyes when her hand was placed on his back. “S’kinda what I deserve after putting you through all that stuff.” It only lasted a moment but for one second Jude allowed himself to think about what it would’ve been like if he had properly loved Bijou. It was followed by regret rather quickly, though. “Sure,” he mumbled, grabbing his coat as he stumbled a little whist getting up.

She was feeling sorry for him, but if she had to listen to his complaining one more second she was going to kill someone…or worse, kill herself. ”Oh god…you should man up. Are you seriously gonna be one of those guys who drown there sorrows in alcohol and self pity? I really did expect more from you.” she said, irritated and took a sip of his drink. “And what the hell is this….poison?”

Jude was surprised for a second, not expecting her to say that. “I,” he started, not sure how to continue. “M’not drunk yet. I wasn’t really planning on drinking anything else than cranberry juice because I kinda get emotional when I’m plastered --- which, erm, you obviously wouldn’t want to happen.” Surprisingly enough he wasn’t feeling that sad anymore, as her words had mainly left him startled. And when she took a sip of the glass in front of her, his eyes widened. “So I guess you don’t like cranberries, then?”

Jude immediately rested his head in the crook of her neck as she wrapped her arms around him. “I really loved her, y’know?” Jude explained as he felt a lump form in his throat. “And, like, she broke up with me through a note --- my first real relationship and she breaks up with me through a note.” Taking a sharp breath he looked at his sister again, fairly certain he already started crying. “Maybe I was too demanding and clingy,” he whispered as a sad smile appeared on his lips. “I --- I know you are.  And I love you guys for that.”

Alice tried her best to listen she really did. But she was too antsy. “Yeah, yeah so sad,” she said quietly.

When he eyed the girl next to him, Jude sighed softly. “I’m bothering you, aren’t I? I’m so sorry --- I’ll just buy you a drink already.”

Charlotte smiled weakly, “Everyone’s life’s a mess.” She continued to study his face recognising the slight confusion, “I’m Charlotte… I sit behind you in History Class.” Only then did Charlotte take her hand off his, “You look like you need another drink.” She announced, flagging the bar maid over.

His mouth fell open in surprise before he nodded and smiled weakly. “S’lovely to properly meet you then --- I’m Jude.” When Charlotte shook his hand and told him he needed a drink, a sincere smile tugged on his lips. “I probably do, don’t I? I mean --- do I look that bad?” he inquired, watching the bartender walk over them.  “I’ll --- erm, pay, though.” 

It’s so quiet here, almost too quiet.

“M’pretty sure it’s always quiet here --- especially this time a day. It’s nice, though, that way you’re able to truly focus on the beauty of this place.”