TO FIGHT THE FALL , ,

[bennett]

and it's not like me to hide behind a wall

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AND IT'S NOT LIKE ME TO FEAR THE FALL
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"you gotta be fucking.." gavin muttered under his breath, his brown, chocolate eyes staring up at the judge. his client was found guilty, which wasn't surprising - the guy was now a convicted murderer. they had every single piece of evidence that they could find and they even had a witness. there wasn't much that he could do about it, it just sucked that this would be on his personal record of being a defensive lawyer. a small sigh escaped his lips as he looked over at his client who would now be spending the next ten years in prison, he gave him a small nod in apology but all the guy did was glare at him. well maybe if you didn't kill that guy in the fucking street, in broad daylight, then maybe you wouldn't be in this shit, he thought to himself. well better luck next time, gotta keep the spirits alive you know. the man's masculine hands began to put his paper work back in into his suitcase when the prosecutors came over to shake hands. one thing about the law world and lawyers was that there were no hard feelings between the defense attourney and the prosecutors. that when everything was said and done, they would all hang out at the local bar and talk amongst themselves anyway. in a swift movement, he jerked his arm outward and glanced down at the watch on his wrist. its was mid-afternoon, which meant that he had the rest of the day to just chill and relax. finally.

turning on his heel, gavin began to make his way outside the double doors and towards his car. soon he would be sitting in the driver's seat and soon he would be parked infront of his house. then he would soon turn off his fucking cellphone, that way he could be closed off from the world and just relaxing. though when he made it home, he wouldn't be alone because his baby younger brother would most likely be asleep on the couch still. god, liam - gavin loved him to death, there was no denying that and there wasn't anything that gavin wouldn't do for him. which was probably why he let the guy move in with him and stay on his couch. today gavin would tell liam to just move into one of the rooms because sleeping on the couch couldn't be that comfortable. their parents, mainly their father looked down on liam just because he was not working. they didn't have to deal with it and they wondered why liam barely spoke to them, if roles were reversed and gavin was in liam's position - he sure as shit wouldn't talk to them. their could be a real asshole and their mother would just follow whatever david bennett would say. before he knew it he was pulling into the driveway of his house in wooster square. gavin could at times be very corny and when his realtor told him the name, he bursted into laughter. he, for some odd reason thought she had said rooster square...lame yes, but that was gavin for you. he was lame. turning off the ignition, he lept out of the car, leaving his briefcase in the front seat.

the young man practically ran towards his front door and placed his key in the key hole. turning it slightly until he heard the faint click, with that he twisted the knob and opened the door. it was dark and quiet, which meant that liam was still asleep - which was nothing new. it was only like, twelve or something - still super early for him. gavin made his way over to the couch and stared down at the guy and sighed. yanking one of the pillows off of the couch, he smacked liam across the head with it. "morning sunshine, or should i say good afternoon" he remarked as he placed the pillow back to where it was suppose to be. "don't you think you'd be more comfortable to sleep in one of the room's, that i'm paying taxes for" he added. he began to loosen his tie as he looked down at the boy. shaking his head and scoffing, he began to turn and head towards his room to change his clothes. he needed to get out of his suit, his fucking suit which made him a bit uptight in most cases. you know the saying, you are what you eat or wear? that was so true that it wasn't even funny. when he was in his suit, he couldn never really relax and just be normal - it was like he had to work all the time. so when he put on a pair of basketball shorts, an affliction t-shirt and a pair of normal socks, he already felt the normality overcome him. "so did you have a wild night, get any girl's pregnant?" he asked with a serious face. "plan on making me an uncle?" he added with a nod as he plopped down on the couch opposite to liam.

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MUSIC PLAYING: AFTERLIFE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD
THIS IS TAGGED: THIS POST BELONGS TO LIAM, OBV.
STATUS OF POST: WHAT THIS POST IS, IS FINISHED
THE NOTES: THIS IS CRAP AND YEAH, IT SUCKS YO.
THE WORDS: EIGHT HUNDRED AND FOURTY SEVEN
THE OUTFIT: THE OUTFIT HE IS WEARING RIGHT NOW
BANNER HERE: HIDDENREVELATION AT CAUTION 2.0
THREAD TEMPLATE: GOES TO BRIE'S SONG?! AT CAUTION
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