DAMMIT, I'M MAD backwards is still DAMMIT I'M MAD

[Kyle Wick]

Wick was livid! He didn't get mad often, and even now his level of mad wasn't what most people saw as pissed, but for Wick this was a big deal for him! He didn't often get really mad mad, and right now he was as close to mad mad as he ever got. He looked for Bellamy everywhere until he finally found him walking into the Ark. "Blake!" He called out, hurrying to catch up and walk down the hall beside him. "I need a ward, and I need it now."

Kyle begun heading toward the rooms, and stopped at his own because it was closer. He had just assumed Bellamy would follow. Wick wasn't normally one so brash, as he liked a bit of intelligence in his actions but right now he was a bit unset. Nothing had gone to place since they landed! Nothing had gone to plan since Raven left him! He was trying to deal with a lot right now, but he had just learned something that he had to deal with. Right now! Once Bellamy was in his room, Kyle shut the door, wishing it could be slammed but inside just slid shut. Turning to face his friend, Kyle glared at him, "Want to guess what I just leaned that you did?!"

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was not in the best of moods. Kane had ordered him to stay back on he summit, which was unfair. Bellamy should be there. He had a right to be there. But apparently, his leg needed to rest. Bull shit. His leg was fine, as he told Gena and Kane and everyone else who had tried to warn him about over exerting it. His damn leg was FINE. A shouting of his name broke him out of his own internal annoyance as he turned his head. Something was pissing off his friend. Which, wasn't often. Kyle usually ran his mouth sure, but Bellamy didn't see the man angry often. If ever.

Bellamy knew he'd struggled with Raven's decision to not be with him . . . but this kind of emotional outburst was clearly for a whole other reason. Bellamy looked after Kyle, and started to follow him . . . hating to admit that he was slightly slower than usual due to his limp. But he followed him into his room and just stared at him as he rhetorically asked him what he learned that he did. "Nice to see you too," Bellamy retorted sarcastically. Usually Kyle was the sarcastic one but, Bellamy had his moments. Especially when he was in a mood, like right now.

[Kyle Wick]

Wick made a face at his words, after ignoring the fact that his friend was injured! Well you know what, Wick was injured too now! Only Bellamy getting stabbed in the leg was not Wick's fault; and Wick getting stabbed in the back (ok, not quite but he was on a roll with the dramatics) was Bellamy's fault! But DAMN IT! He had thought he had something that was special--and it could still be special but DAMN IT!

"No! Not really! Do you know what I see when I look at your face? My girlfriend sitting on it!" He snapped out, before dropping his head back and giving an disgusted groan. "I slept with Bree! A few times! We got to talking one night after I'd played Old McFamer, and she told me that her girlfriend died when they got to the ground--I thought, damn that's sad! I move to comfort her, and she told me that she'd had a threesome with her girlfriend! A THREESOME BELLAMY!" Wick ran his hand thru his hair but didn't stop his rant. "I thought--damn that's hot!"

He moved his hands out like might choke Bellamy, before dropping them. Kyle wasn't violent and he knew that was a fight he would loose. "So then she told me her girlfriend's name . . . It was Roma!" He let out a frustrated half yell, "So I got to thinking . . . who the hell would Roma sleep with on the ground!" She had thought she was better then everyone! It had to be SOMEONE she thought would get her a leg up--pun meant! "Then it hit me! It jhit me as I stared down at my girlfriend that she was telling me she had slept with someone else . . . .GUESS WHO, BELLAMY!??" Kyle hadn't even realized that he was calling her his girlfriend, he only was trying to yell at Bellamy.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy knew something was coming, something with the first question that Wick had asked him. His girlfriend? Had he and Raven worked things out? Or was he just calling her that because he still cared about her? "Look it was just a one time thing with Raven. Didn't mean anything." Bellamy wanted that to be clear before Kyle kept going . . . but as the older male spoke, Bellamy realized he had not in fact been talking about Raven but rather . . . Bree. Oh. OH. The woman he had the threesome with. Along with Roma. Someone Bellamy knew Wick wasn't exactly fond of. But with any luck, Bellamy could just focus on that rather than his comment about Raven.

Maybe Wick wouldn't even notice. Bellamy just waited until Wick was done to make sure that he didn't offer up anything else that Wick may not know. Not that it was a secret, but it didn't matter. Or shouldn't. Perhaps it did though. It wasn't as if he had gone into length about his past sex life with Gena. Bellamy's eyes fell to Wick's hands, before meeting his friend's face again. Still, silently watching, silently listening. "For someone who hates Roma, you sure know how to pick them." Bellamy may not have said the words if he was not already in an annoyed mood. But at this moment, he couldn't help it. "Look, I'm glad that you found yourself a girlfriend," Bellamy said.

There was sincerity somewhere in that statement. He really did mean it. He was happy for his friend. "And whatever happened in the past . . . shouldn't matter now." He paused for a moment, finding the annoyance starting to slip away. "If you're happy with her, then don't let anything come in the way of that." Before, Bellamy had been one not to get involved in other people's business. Someone who didn't care, or acted like they didn't. But after Mount Weather, that compulsion to see his friends and fellow Arkers happy, fueled him. Drove him. Motivated him. He wanted to see them happy, healing from the wounds the trauma had inflicted upon then. If Bree helped Wick with that, and vice versa, then Bellamy was truly glad for it.

[Kyle Wick]

Did he say Raven?! Kyle looked up at him with a dumb founded look for a moment, before making a disgusted face while groaning as in in terrible pain. DAMN IT! BOTH of them?! Was there no one left on this Earth?! "For someone who hates Roma, you sure know how to pick them." Standing tall, once again, Wick glared at him. No humor. Just death glare. Roma had sex in his bed! Then with his girlfriend! THEN with Bellamy and his girlfriend--and apparently Bellamy had sex with Raven too! When the hell did that happen?!

"If you're happy with her, then don't let anything come in the way of that." Kyle soften too, and his dramatics slowly came to a stop He hadn't even thought about why it upset him so much. "I am not taking it out on her. I wasn't about to tell her that I think her ex was--" A royal social climbing bitch, "--not my favorite person." He said instead, only because he was talking to Bellamy.

Kyle looked at him for a moment before dropping his head back to look at at the roof before looking back at him. "Raven too?!" There was more sarcasm then anger in that one, but he was still shocked at that. "Really, damn it?! Is there anyone you haven't slept with?" He might need a list for future reference.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Well, damn, Wick noticed the Raven comment. Then again, why wouldn't he. He knew how much Kyle had cared about Wick at one point. He only wished he'd listened first before assuming that it was the mechanic. Bellamy just listened him, knowing that there was no good in apologizing for it. Nor was there any purpose to justify it. He could tell Wick again that the sex with Raven meant nothing . . . which it didn't. But it wouldn't soften the truth any more.

Maybe Wick already even assumed that before Bellamy had told him, considering the lacking romantic relationship between the two of them. At his mention of a list, Bellamy folded his arms across his chest, suddenly feeling oddly uncomfortable about revealing the extent of his sex life. Which was . . . extensive. "Look, it really doesn't matter," he reiterated, knowing that was all he could really say in this moment rather than list off his sexual partners. "What matters is who you're with now. Who you're committed to. That's what I'm focusing on." Gena.

Maybe that would give Wick some assurance that he wasn't going to be going around and sleeping with everyone. "Roma's gone," Bellamy said, his jaw clenching as he fought back the emotion. "Bree isn't. Don't take that for granted." Because so many people died. "By getting upset about shit like this." Though, Bellamy knew that he had never been the kind to get upset about this sort of thing . . . yet he couldn't expect the same from someone else. It was understandable. And he didn't exactly enjoy seeing his friend upset. Especially when Bellamy was the reason for it.