[james/isaac] theft and betrayal

For a split second Isaac was glad when he spotted Tootles there, seeing that at least Oliver wasn’t alone. Then he felt bad for thinking that Oliver just had to be alone if he wasn’t with him at the time. Oh shit. What if Tootles was totally hot for Nibs? He didn’t know Tootles very well because he rarely ever spoke, though he had to admit he liked Tootles a lot, treated him like a little brother that he picked on at times, but also would defend to the grave. But he knew Tootles had to have been caught by the curse like Oliver, so even he didn’t remember who they really were, what their relationship had been. It was really hell for Slightly. If only he could find a way to get them to remember. Even if it was just a little bit.

James? The way Oliver said that name struck him. That was his name, the one his stupid parents gave him, the name that defined the person he was before Pan. Only Oliver was allowed to call him that, and very few Lost Boys knew that name. But it seemed Tootles stole his name when he was cursed. That felt like a blow to the gut even though no one could have controlled that. It made him almost feel sick hearing Oliver call Tootles that.

“Oliver, I’m sorry,” Isaac apologized, throwing all the rehearsed apologies away, because it seemed he couldn’t even retrieve them when this moment had come. “I want to say something came up, but that’d be a lie.” And he didn’t like lying to the person he loved. Sure, he probably would lie to Tootles, but it was Nibs he was talking with right now. He bent over and picked up his broom. “I just… ran. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around you, it’s just that I… didn’t think I could handle it.” Because just talking with Oliver right now was enough pain as it was, not to mention that Tootles was right there next to Oliver.

Slightly was standing there in utter shock, not thinking he would run into Oliver here of all places. After all, he never had before. Why would he think otherwise? But of course, here he was, in front of him with Tootles. He liked Tootles, he viewed him as a brother. There was a bro code, and it seemed that this curse made his bro break the code.

It was one thing that he could stand here and hear his love call him all sorts of nasty things. He could handle that. He could handle if Oliver called him the worst abomination to set foot on this earth, he already called him trash. He could handle it. It hurt, but he could handle it. But getting close to Tootles like that? Their lips way too close. No. No. He couldn’t handle it.

Especially not from Tootles. First the punk stole his name. Now he was stealing the kid he loved. No. He wasn’t going to stand for this betrayal. He didn’t even care if Tootle wouldn’t do this if he remembered, if he wasn’t cursed, his blood was boiling from this betrayal so deep it didn’t matter to Slightly in the slightest.

Slightly ran forward, dropping the broom again. One hand aimed to push Oliver back away from Tootles, while the other attempted to slam Tootles against the wall, if of course he was able to do so (and if not, and his move was countered, well, what happened next would still happened). “Get the fuck away from him.” His voice came out as a growl, clearly angry. The look in his eyes was killer, as if he would really go so far as to kill the boy in front of him he once considered a brother.