#eightyontheinterstxte

“ Aw man... there’s always a dog... ”

A brow rose, seeming to study the other…make up…and a skirt…on a man? That had to be the single most DISGUSTING hing he had to see…It wasn’t right…“Why can’t you keep the make up and little girl’s dress off and wear something a REAL man would wear…you fat ass.” the other muttered loudly to make it known that Scott WANTED the other to hear his thoughts he was VOICING. Face contorted to a look of disgust…sneering as his eyes rolled to the ceiling. Why did he ever thought it was a good IDEA to use him to gain more attention. A trailer park red head who thought he was a girl, yeah that would gain UNWANTED attention. To say the least, he would have better luck with Ryan’s Brothers, who would be SO MUCH more successful than the who was standing before him. Not to mention creepy….oh so creepy….why in the world did he think that having a fanboy like him around was a good idea…all that Bolt paraphernalia would clearly suggest he was OBSESSED…having a crush ON HIM. No…No no, he would NEVER in his life be with another GUY. “Go kiss your pillow or whatever the damn thing is called…” He trailed, gesturing to all of Ryan “Because who in their right mind would EVER go out with you and those ROLLS of FAT.” Scott snarled, seeming to grow in height as his voice BOOMED, making everything SHAKE and RUMBLE. The brunette looked down upon the other with a sneer, almost as if he saw a ROACH crawling across the floor. “You know what…I’m…yeah I’m just going to tell you straight….” The other leaned down some, flicking Ryan with his fingers HARD into a wall. “Don’t you get it…or are you that damned stupid? Can’t you see that I have been trying my best to let you down easy…to show that I WANTED to get RID of YOU.” Brown hues narrowed in that of ANNOYANCE and ANGER. “But no, you just DIDN’T get the PICTURE straight away. Do I have to say it slower for you to understand?” The other seemed to clear his throat SARCASTICALLY as he straightened up, towering over the red head. “ I. don’t. want. anything. to. do. with. you. At least your BROTHERS would be better friends than you WILL ever be."  The other then lowered himself down some, voice turning into a whisper. "And to let you in on a little secret. You n e v e r had a chance with Cat. Couldn’t you see how she went after me rather than YOU on the trip? I don’t blame her in the SLIGHTEST.” Giving a huff, the other stood back up, giving a dismissive gesture as he turned on his heels. “You were just somebody I used to get the media’s attention anyways…I’m just gonna take Cat and do us both a favor and go…you are just an embarrassment to my image to the world….if I ever see you again, don’t be surprised if I NEVER hesitate to call security.”

Ryan’s absolute worst nightmare, and he was legitimately having it instead of just fretting over it.

At first, he had tried to protest. “I am a real man and I’m not that fat!” the ginger had protested with a scowl.

But all too soon, Scott’s words crushed the man. Fat. Girl. Trailer trash. (Though that had not been said, it was certainly implied). Unwanted. In his brothers’ shadows, the brothers who had scorned him. Obsessed fanboy.

Each and every word was like a dagger to the heart, piercing through Ryan’s optimistic cloud and hitting him in every single insecurity and fear he had. When he was launched into the wall, that didn’t hurt nearly as much as Scott’s words did, and he suspected the other knew that.

He continued to make protests, though they became increasingly weak. Scott had used him. Cat had never liked him. He’d left his family and everything else behind for n o t h i n g. His best friends were gone from his life and he was alone in a city he didn’t know without his family.

Scott had betrayed him, in the worst way imaginable.

Pam had been more than confused the first time Max had brought up the smoke. She had no idea what he was talking about when he said he was sick of it. There was no smoke in the house, she’d said, but that wasn’t what he’d been referring to. There was smoke in his head, the same that he’d been surrounded by when the shots fired. It was the smoke that dragged him down at night and made him panic the first time he left the house in days.

Max had to admit he was impressed with himself.  The detour had worked out in his favor.  Bad weather had forced them up a state and they were now to drive back.  He had none of it and had taken off.  Colorado was completely foreign to him, as most things were.  Not much was familiar to him outside of Kyle, their squad, and dirt.  Colorado was strangely green and it smelled fresher.  He didn’t know how long he’d been running when the buildings disappeared and it turned into what looked like farmland.