You, Me, and the End of the World [private rp between myself and Ybfan]

[iTurnMeOn]

Brandon liked the sound of being able to take a break. He enjoyed being out in the open, but it was tiring and he wanted to just have a few days to catch up on his sleep. "Three days is fine with me. As long as I get to sleep in, I'll be right as rain." He yawned loudly as the sleepiness started to take affect. "Your place sounds a lot more better. The silence sounds so much more better." Brandon stood up and walked over to the desk to to grab the key. "I'm sure Nora wouldn't mind if I gave her the key tomorrow morning." He flashed a smile at Miles as they walked out the door.

[Ybfan]

Miles helped Bradon, but he wished he was stronger since the man was beginning to feel like dead weight as he seemed to be falling asleep. On his way to his humble abode, the streets were quieting as people were going home to turn in themselves. Miles lived in the back of the city near the emergency exit for those possible scenerios.

At his front door was John and a small annoyed look was on his face. "So you two take a few days off and I go huh?" He said annoyed and walked over to help Miles bring Brandon into his place.


"Sorry about, but I need to make sure Brandon doesn't overdo it."


After Miles struggles to unlock the door, he stumbs his toe on the doorframe. Cursing he leaves Brandon to John as he felt around to find a match and his lantern to give them some light. Once lit Brandon can see a very simply furnished home. It was like a studio apartment with a decent couch and chair. A table for two with basic necessity in the kitchen area. Miles bed was a queen size bed that Miles found and wanted to keep. The flooring was wood as well as the insulated paneling and off to the side was a small bathroom with a standing shower. If Brandon looked he can see curtain like blinds on one side of the wall with the bed to the other.

"Welcome to my abode."

[iTurnMeOn]

Brandon leaned on Miles as the two walked out of the clinic. He locked the door behind him and then they were off to his place. "Can't wait to just get in bed and fall asleep, though I wish I could take a bath or something. I'm all dirty and covered in sweat." Brandon's plain white shirt was covered in dirt and grimy from earlier. His pants were no longer the light blue they were this morning and his shoes were covered in mud. It was uncomfortable, but maybe Miles had something at his place that Roman could change into. That's all he needed. being able to wash his face wouldn't be all bad either.

The two got closer and closer to Miles' place when a familiar figure stood near the door way. It was John and the expression on his face was smug and annoyed. He argued and complained how he was being made to go in Brandon's place, but Miles backfired with the excuse that he had to stay behind to take care of him. Brandon could probably do without Miles, but he apparently insisted to James that he stay behind and help him out. It was thoughtful and Brandon wasn't gonna turn down the help. Miles handed Brandon over to John, who took a hold of him. His eyelids were becoming heavy as he stood there watching the other boy fig git with the door. Once he got it opened the door, the three of them stepped in. John let go of Brandon who leaned on the wall. "Well I better take off. Need to wake up earlier since I'm being made to cover for someone who can't dodge a single bullet."

John walked away off in some other direction. Brandon could careless. "Go fuck yourself, meat head", his muttered his his breath. The male was in no mood to deal with his bitching, and honestly, Brandon would laugh at the guy if he came back tomorrow with a bullet in his arm, preferably, his right. Brandon pushed himself off the wall and looked over at Miles. "Sorry to be a bother, but do you have anything to change into? This clothes is really getting to me."

[Ybfan]

(Lol you said Roman. Don't worry I know what you meant it's just funny.)

"Yeah I do. If you are comfortable with it, I can wipe you down for right now since I am planning on taking a shower before bed," he yawned. "So sit here like a good kid and I will be back."


Smiling Miles went to the back door, maybe closet, that was concealed with one of the wood paneling and grabbed a metal bucket. Goin to the bathroom to use the shower to fill it up and came back with a bucket if clean warm water, a wash cloth and a towel.


If Brandon doesn't object too much. Miles begins to help him strip so he can wipe him down and dry him off. Setting the dirty clothes aside in a neat folded like on the floor. Once Miles knew Brandon was cleaned, he got up to dump the bucet outside and went to a container close to his bed. Pulling out some clothes, Miles smiled awkwardly.


"Um I am not sure if these will fit you or not, but I am confident the shirt will. It's pretty big on me," Miles handed Brandon the clothes and the t-shirt was a simple dark blue shirt that once Brandon put it on, was pretty fitting. The shorts though would be a slight struggle since Miles was a smaller waisted man compared to Brandon.

[iTurnMeOn]

Brandon smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't mind one bit." He winked at Miles and laughed afterwards. The other boy ordered him to sit on the bed and Brandon laughed even harder. "Will do." He sat down on the bed, yawning and stretching as he did so. A smile was plastered on his face, and even though part of it might have been the fact that Miles was gonna 'wash him down', he was just happy to be able to sleep. Even though it hadn't been, it felt like forever since he laid down and rested. Miles helped Brandon out of his clothing, laying it out on the bed before folding it into a pile. He took the wet rag and began to wash Brandon down. The feeling was odd, but it felt nice. A few couple of time, he wanted to pop a boner, but kept himself from thinking that way. Didn't want to do anything weird. After that, Brandon washed his face with the remaining water in the bucket before Miles went to dump it out.

When he was handed the clothes, he looked at the shorts. They were normal running shorts, but the waist did seem a bit small. Nevertheless, He put the clothes on. The shirt fit fine, but was a tad tight on his chest. The shorts were just fine too, but the length was a bit to high. He was okay with it though. Now the question that stand was where was he going to sleep. He didn't want to sleep on a couch but he didn't want to make Miles sleep on it either. He didn't want to ask and just waited for Miles to tell him what was gonna happen.

[Ybfan]

Getting a change of clothes he looked over to Brandon and smiled. "Get some sleep. I will be taking the couch so no need to worry alright?"

Once receiving an answer from Brandon, Miles nods at him and walks into the bathroom and begins to shower as quickly as possible to conserve water. Rinsing off all the suds from his head and body, he turned off the water and dried himself off. Miles felt like a new man after all that grim and dirt was gone and stepped out of the shower with a clean shirt and shorts with a towel around his shoulders as he finished drying his hair. Looking over to where he last put Brandon he went to see if the man fell asleep.

[iTurnMeOn]

Brandon pouted as he watched the boy walked off. He felt bad that he was making him take the couch. Part of him want to cuddle with Miles. It'd been so long since Brandon had a bed mate and Miles was the only one he would probably cuddle with. Billy tried to cuddle with him once, but Brandon felt a tad uncomfortable. Billy was like a little brother to him. Brandon looked down at the bed and pulled the covers away. They were soft and welcoming. It was so hard to resist them. He got on the bed and tucked himself into the covers. They were warm and he couldn't help but close his eyes. No matter how much he wanted to stay up and wait for Miles, he couldn't help but fall asleep. His body was tired and he couldn't force himself to stay up any longer. His eyes began to close and soon enough, he was out cold.

[Ybfan]

Walking over to the bed, Miles couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Sitting on the edge of the bed gently; Miles couldn't help but let his hands run through Brandon's hair. Catching himself he stood up and walked over to the couch where he plopped down. Tossing the towel over the arm of the couch and interlacing his hands behind his head. Miles allowed himself to drift off to sleep until sunrise.

[iTurnMeOn]

Dream rolled into Brandon's head as he tossed and turned in the bed. Soon enough, he was still and everything seemed like just a dream.

Brandon woke up in his bed. He jumped in fear, but when he looked around at his surroundings, he was in his room. It was at his parents place. He was confused. How did he get here? Why was he in bed? What was he doing here? That was when he heard his mother voice call out to him. She called out his name, asking for him to come down and help her out with the dishes. Mom? Brandon jumped out of bed and rushed down the stairs walking straight into the kitchen. There she was, standing at the sink. His father was no where to be seen though. What was going on? Why was mom still here? He walked over to the figure and put a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head and smiled at Brandon.

"Honey, can you help me with the dishes? Go ahead and grab the ones off the table and help me clean." This was his mom, flesh and blood. She was...alive. Brandon took a step back and bumped into something behind him. He turned around and jumped. It was his father. "Brandon? You ok?" This wasn't happening. "Why are you two alive. Your supposed to be...dead." The two looked at each other rather confused and then looked back at Brandon, his skin as pale and white as snow; Like he had just seen a ghost or two. "Brandon, are you ok sweety. Are you feeling alright." His mother reached out to feel his forehead and there it was. He could feel her hand on his head. This was real? "You are a bit warm. Here, let me walk you back to your-"

"Was I dreaming? Was all of that just a dream?"

"Son, what are you talking about?"

"What about Miles, Billy, Jade, James, Nora, John? Did I just imagine them?" Brandon slumped to the floor and hid his hands in his face. "But it was all so real."

"Brandon, sweety, we have to get you too bed. Your probably not feeling well is all. Here let me help-"

"NOOOO!" Suddenly, everything stopped. When he opened his eyes again. he was back in real life, but not in Miles' bed. He was still in his home. A few weeks after the power outage. His home was still intact, but much of it was falling apart. He stood up from the kitchen floor and looked around when he heard a women screaming for mercy. "Mom?" Brandon followed the sounds upstairs, but before he reached them, he heard a gun shot, and the crying and screaming ended. It was soon followed by a man's laughter. Brandon knew what was going on. He continued to follow the sound until he reached his parents room. The door was creaked open a bit. Brandon placed his palms against the door and pushed it slowly until he could see the scene play out all before his eyes again.

A flash of light blinded him and when he opened his eyes one last time, he saw them there. The remains of his mother and father, sprawled out on the floor. They had already decomposed and rotted due to time. Brandon looked down at them in shock. He saw their bodies the day it all happened, but seeing them weeks, maybe even months later, it made him sick to his stomach and validated that he was alone. He looked down at the floor and saw the gun he used to kill his father. He picked it up and sat on their bed, staring at the gun and fidgeting with it in his hands. The voice crept into his mind and told him. He didn't want to, but he had to. Now they told him to kill himself. He listened and pulled the trigger.

Bam!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Brandon awoke form his nightmare, relieved that that's all it was, a nightmare. He was covered in cold sweat and had the shivers. The shirt didn't help with his body heating up like it did so he took it off and used it to dry himself off. He looked at the window and saw that it was still night time. The moon up in the ski led him to believe it was possibly 3, almost 4 in the morning. He throw his legs over the bed and rested them on the floor, rubbing his face with the wet t-shirt. The nightmare felt so real, it scared him so much how his mind thought of such things. Brandon looked over at the bedside counter and opened the first cabinet. There was a box of matches. They looked like the one he left here at Miles' last time. He took one out of the box and used the lamp near the bed to light it.

He inhaled a puff of smoke, took it in, and then exhaled it. He sat their, feeling his emotional boil over. Then he remember Mile's sleeping on the couch. He turned around and looked at the boy. He was sort of hoping that he would wake up right now and sit with Brandon. He needed someone to talk to right now. This was getting to him way to much.

[Ybfan]

Miles was sleeping soundly as he heard a scream that jolted upright. Well...rolled off the couch with a thud and then bolted upright is more correct. Looking around he saw Brandon.

"Brandon, you okay?" Miles asked as he scampered to the bed to where Brandon was.