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varietypack100 Challenge :: Drink
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Title: Amber Bottles
Fandom: Teen Titans (loosely)
Characters: Tommy and Felix
Pairing: Tommy/mystery girl
Prompt: 060 Drink
Word Count: 431
Rating: R
Warnings: strong language, including the F bomb
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Teen Titans, but I totally own Tommy and Felix.
Author's Notes/Summary: Forgive the swearing.

Fuckin' hell.

Tommy ran a hand through his cherry colored hair and looked around from where he sat on his bed. Bottles. Tons and tons of amber bottles, scattered all around his room. How many were they? Hell if he knew. Had to be at least twenty, but probably more. All he knew is twenty wasn't enough to kill the pain. Not even close. Why the fuck did he have to inherit his mother's insanely high metabolism? Why couldn't he be more like his brother and be allergic to processed sugar? Felix could get wasted off a bag of M&M's. Why did he get to be so lucky?

Karma. That had to be it. Karma had to be the reason he'd fallen for her, after all the times he'd teased Felix when he stared dreamily off into space. It was the reason after playing more than half the girls he knew he only wanted her. It was the reason he didn't think before he opened his big mouth and hit her where it hurt the most. No matter how unintentional it was, he'd hurt her and now he'd give anything to be his brother. Karma was being a real bitch right now.

Why did he have to use those words? Why? He could have just said what he meant. He could have just said he wouldn't let her give herself away. He could have said they should go out so they wouldn't be alone. He could have said anything else and it would have been better. But hell no, he had to ask her if she would rape him. After what she'd told him about her ex-fiancée, it should have been seared into his brain not to throw that word around, but he had, and he was paying for it. Now he was back to square one. If she had ever believed he loved her, he was sure she didn't now. And he did love her. He knew that now more than ever.

You'll know you love her when you hurt her, 'cause knowing you did will feel like a knife through your heart.

With one, faster than light motion he chucked the bottle in his hand against the wall, watching it as it shattered. His dad was right, only whatever it was that kept the knife there wouldn't stop twisting the damn thing around. Just like the doorknob.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

“Leave me alone,” he answered weakly, not even looking at his auburn haired brother.

“But I heard-” Tommy picked up another bottle and flung it straight at Felix, who dodged easily.

“I said fuck off!”

Felix stood there for a few moments, wide eyed, but left before the redhead had the chance to grab another bottle. As soon as he was gone, Tommy broke down, pushing himself backward and rolling over. Hot, salty tears soaked his pillow. The last time he'd cried like this he'd been seven, and Felix had thrown his Tickle Me Elmo out the window. What he wouldn't give to go back in time, when the problem could be solved as simply as screaming for his mommy. That wouldn't work this time.

Tommy forced himself to sit up and quickly got dressed. Maybe if he got out of the apartment, he could think of how to clean up this mess. And while he was at it, he had to figure out how the hell people survived being in love.