#mercutio.

“Good morning, sunshine. How are feeling about this one?” James smiled at the cheerful voice that greeted him as Brandon, with the dogs chasing closely at his feet, made his way into the kitchen. He began making himself at home before he’d even given James a chance to respond; he hanged up the clothes bags he’d brought, no doubt their outfits for the final party, and set a parcel on the table by the plate James had made up for him.“I am rather looking forward to it, actually. I was very nervous the first night but last night was actually very lovely. I was sober enough to really enjoy it, the play was wonderful and there have been a lot of donations, which is excellent.. although…”“Although?”“Nathan gave me gifts.”“Aw, that’s sweet, James.”“I told him they were stupid.”“Of course you did. Don’t worry..” Brandon reached over to give his arm a small squeeze though he quickly used the opportunity to take a piece of bacon from James’ plate. “I’ll remind him that you’re also stupid. Oh! Speaking of gifts.. That box was outside for you. Maybe he got you something that you aren’t going to be a big baby about.”James rolled his eyes as Brandon pushed it across the table to him but he didn’t protest to the fact that maybe, he had reacted poorly. Still, his annoyance he felt at how sweet his thought Nathan’s gifts were was nothing in comparison to the burning anger he felt when he started reading the letter inside the box. 

The youngest of them felt the mood shift almost instantly; he watched the amusement leave James’ face as his jaw set, watched his shoulders become tense as he finally exhaled and when he took notice of his blank expression trying to blink away any trace of the fact that he was tearing up, he reached to take the letter from James so he could see what or who had caused such a sudden flood of anger. The first tear fell after James set the papers from Elsie onto the table and he wiped furiously at his eyes before Brandon could comment.“How long has it been since..?”“I do not care. How could he just..? He.. Why would..? He took her away and.. and now.. now he just...”Brandon watched James try to form a full sentence, watched him try to work through whatever feelings the gift had dragged up to surface of the grumpy poet. He didn’t interrupt or chime in; knowing how much the whole situation still got to James as proven by the fact that the oldest of them still cried and became angry whenever they were drunk and the F.U.N episode came on. He let James filter through his thoughts though it came as no surprise that he focused on the one thing that was definitely not important.“It is not even my birthday anymore! It is late! What kind of stupid-.. No. No. He does not get to just.. No!” James took the box from the table and stomped stormed his way across the kitchen and out of the back door of the house.

F is for Friends who eat Fruit together. U is yoU and me. N is for aNywhere and aNytime at all. It’s fun to be healthy.