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[Jaybat]

Roxanne

Her eyes stayed fixed on the dog even though she could hear Jake coming towards her. Roxanne seriously debated whether or not she was just going to ignore the fact that he was there, but she knew that would just be mean and really, really idiotic. Even though she wanted to. Being her usual, grudge-y self definitely wasn't the answer. She couldn't decide whether she wanted to hug him or hit him more, and after a second or two, she decided that neither one were good options. Technically, it wasn't his fault he left, even though he had. She wasn't quite sure how her reasoning had come up with 'it isn't his fault', but she was almost glad that it did. Oddly enough, it made her less angry.

She looked up at him before she said anything, and she just kind of stared for a moment or two. "Really?" Roxanne asked without thinking too much about it. "We haven't seen each other in how many years, and that's the first thing you say?" She really wasn't sure how she wanted that to sound to him, because she wasn't sure how it actually sounded to her. Angry, sure, but also kind of happy. She had mixed feelings about this, and she wasn't sure which one she felt more. It was kind of strange, though, because she really wanted to smile, along with slapping him really hard. That thought was coming into her head more than she was comfortable with. She wasn't going to hurt him and she didn't want to, so why the heck did she keep thinking about doing it? It wasn't going to help anything. Roxanne blinked once or twice, and that helped to calm her thoughts a little bit.

[confliction]

ＡＮＤＹ . ＢＩＥＲＳＡＣＫ . 22

Andy watched her tug the ends of her sleeves over her hands, a nervous twitch that was again so familiar to him. He shrugged at her question. "Whatever you're having." Honestly, he could use something strong, but creamer wouldn't do any harm. He watched Zarah fix up the coffee, taking out a spoon from the drawer where they had always been kept. All the utensils still seemed intact. As he leaned over the counter to hand her the metal spoon, he noticed a picture on the side of the fridge. He recognized it because he had the same exact picture on his fridge. "Hey, I remember this." Andy slid the magnet off the photo, holding it up. In the picture, he and Zarah were sitting in front of a cake, lit with bright colorful candles. He had been turning eight or nine, and it was the day after Christmas. The two of them were dressed in matching green and red cardigans, via their coordinating mothers. Yet another Christmas memory. The smiles on their faces were so genuine, Joey playing with her presents in the background, the lights on the tree casting this peaceful type of glow. And now.. He looked up from the photo, eyes flicking towards Zarah's face. She seemed guarded, a little too careful about her smiles. And him, he had all these different types of smiles reserved for different types of people.

Andy slid the picture back under the magnet on the fridge, then went back to lean against the counter. "Yeah, let's go out the back." he said, eyes on the heavy coffee mugs that she had pulled out. He just wanted to block out the memories and focus on the now. But her whole house was just too distracting, she was so distracting. His eyes flitted up toward hers, watching the flutter of her eyelashes, the curves of her lips. When did she get so perfect?

[mydadleftme]

>>Z.A.R.A.H<<
She nodded her head, getting out the creamer and setting it on the counter next to the coffee mugs. Zarah picked up the coffee pot, holding it over one of the mugs and just about to start pouring the hot liquid in, when his voice brought her to a pause. Looking over at the picture magnet Andy had taken from the fridge, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as her thoughts flashed back to that day when the picture was taken. Her mind recalled the matching cardigans and all the fun they had that day. Nodding her head once, she resumed pouring the coffee into the cups. It had always interested her greatly, her and Andy's birthdays. Zarah had been born on Halloween, and Andy had been born just a day after Christmas; a late present, she always had said. Going about pouring in some creamer to the coffee, she didn't put very much in, not being too much of a coffee creamer type of person. "That okay?" She asked, scooting his mug of coffee over to him, setting the creamer container down onto the counter, watching him for his answer. Cerulean blue eyes watched his, and, though she was simply waiting for an answer, she was also watching. Zarah had become a rather observant person - though many mistook this for being shy, though, honestly, she was quite the opposite. She simply liked to watch people, figure them out before doing anything or speaking. It just seemed safer to her, to figure out what type of person a certain individual was before trying to get even relatively close to them.

So now, she found herself watching Andy, taking in that which was different, and that which was the same about her childhood friend. He seemed to be the very same person he was when he left, but she was still slightly unsure. It had been quite a few years, and she knew fame could change a person. After a moment, she shook her head a little, clearing her throat. "Anyway...I think you'll like it outside. It's actually really nice sitting out there," she said with a nod.

[confliction]

ＡＮＤＹ . ＢＩＥＲＳＡＣＫ . 22

Andy nodded at the mug of coffee she offered him, wrapping both hands around it. He slowly nodded once again at her comment. "I remember." And he did. All those days they had spent doing homework, back when they actually cared. All those days twisting blades of grass together as they watched Joey show off her latest skateboard trick. He started towards the back door, taking one hand away from his mug to turn the familiar door knob. As he stepped outside, the grass a little overgrown, but still the same, the memories came flooding back yet again. This was where he had found her, that night when Joey died. He had rushed over to her house when he had realized the ambulance was there, the blaring and lights flashing against the windows, reverberating through the glass. She had been standing in the back yard, crying to herself in the farthest corner from the house. He had sat next her the whole time, listening to her sobs, holding her hand when she began wailing. He hadn't even known what had happened until he realized Joey wasn't there when he had stayed over the night to comfort Zarah. And then he knew. And then he cried too, but without the comfort of Zarah because she was too busy crying to herself.

He crossed the space of grass to the corner where they had been so long ago. Andy sat, mug in hand, and took a distracted sip. He hadn't been here in so many years, yet the memories were as clear as yesterday. They were cutting reminders of the life he'd left and the girl he had somewhat abandoned. "I'm sorry," he suddenly said, looking up from his mug and catching her eyes with his.

[mydadleftme]

>>Z.A.R.A.H<<
She followed Andy outside, her own mug of coffee in one hand, whilst the other she ran through her hair again, ruffling it a bit in an attempt to keep the stray lock that always fell in front of her one eye back. The same memories swarmed her own mind, about the day she had found Joey and Andy had come rushing over. It had been Zarah that had found the lifeless body of her little sister laying across her bed. It had death by an overdose, though the slashes on her wrist spoke of something else as well. Even the memory of her little sister's death caused Zarah's eyes to cloud over, though she soon shook the memories away. It had taken quite a toll on her whole family, her sisters death, her mother soon falling prey to brain cancer, dying not too long a time later, and then her father had took up being an alcoholic. Yes, her life had been downhill for a long time, but now the trick was trying to find her way back up. It was hard, especially with the whole house nothing but a simple reminder of loss and heartbreak, but Zar was trying, and she was refusing to give up now. Sure, she wasn't the person she had once been before the deaths of her mother and sister, now she was that underweight little girl who had the drunk daddy. It didn't quite help her get along in society, but she had never been one for that stuff anyway, so Zarah refused to care.

Zarah followed Andy over and sat down next to him, holding the coffee mug between her hands and feeling the heat from the warm liquid within the mug. The gray tendrils of steam lifted up from the coffee, wafting up into the air, just to slowly vanish. At Andy's sudden apology, she looked over at him with a confused look. "What do you mean, sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for..." She said, voice slightly questioning.

[confliction]

{ short post, sorry about that. }

ＡＮＤＹ . ＢＩＥＲＳＡＣＫ . 22

Andy frowned as she questioned his apology. "I left you when you most needed me. I know it was a while after everything had happened, and you had stopped cutting, but then your dad picked up the drinking and I just left you alone." He sighed, brushed a hand through his hair. "I feel guilty," he said softly, bringing the warmth of his coffee mug closer to his lips. Andy frowned as he watched the thin wisps of tiny clouds floating from the ceramic cup, brow furrowed in distracted concentration. He was trying to block out the memories again, and try to make them not affect his first day back with Zarah. But all these memories had biased his opinions on her current well fare. He felt as if she were still cutting, still sobbing herself to sleep, still all alone. And the guilt kept coming.

[mydadleftme]

{{It's fine c:}}

>>Z.A.R.A.H<<
She looked away from him, clearing her throat before taking a small drink from her coffee. Setting the mug down beside her, she took a deep breath and exhaled it as a small sigh, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Andy, don't beat yourself up over this. You had to leave. You had a dream, and it was only right that you chase it. If you had stayed, I would have felt guilty over it. I would have felt like you were being held back because of me or something. So I'm glad you got to go out there and make your dreams come true," she replied, her words slow and careful, thought out and gentle. Looking over at him, she even managed a small, reassuring smile. Honestly, she had missed having him around. Andy had been the only person she had been able to really turn to, and then he was gone. But, her words were true. She was glad he had gone out there and made something of himself, and she was even happier to know he had been successful in making his dream a reality. And yes, she would have felt like it was her fault had he not gone. So, though she had missed him terribly, she was still happy for him.

[confliction]

ＡＮＤＹ . ＢＩＥＲＳＡＣＫ . 22

Andy pressed his lips together, trying to attempt a weak smile. He knew she was right. The band was his dream, and if he had stayed he would've felt left out. He looked down at his coffee mug, then up to her. "As cheesy at it sounds, If I wasn't holding this, I would probably hug you right now." he said, weak smile transitioning to a slightly stronger grin. He was glad to get past the awkwardness of apologizing for being absent for so many years of her life. They weren't teenagers anymore. They were adults, they could drink, they could smoke. And Andy, he drank, he smoked, he had his own band. He had a great life. And he had Zarah, who didn't have such a great life. He could help her, maybe. He wasn't sure how long the band was going to be staying home, but he wanted to make her happier, see that unguarded smile a few more times.

So Andy blew on his coffee, tipped it upside down, and drunk the rest of it. After he set it down, he pried Zarah's fingers off her mug, and set it down on the grass beside his empty one. Andy pulled her to her feet and just hugged her, ignoring the sudden high level of awkwardness that completely enveloped them. They had hugged so many times in their life. What made this one so different? "I'm glad you're okay." he said, her hair tickling his nose.

[mydadleftme]

>>Z.A.R.A.H<<
She returned Andy's faint smile, shrugging once more. It was a relief for her as well to get past that awkward moment. Taking another sip from her coffee, she looked around the yard a bit. There was a faint breeze by now, blowing gently through and rustling the leaves of the trees, creating a bit more of a peaceful scene that helped her relax a little bit, feel a little less tense than before. Not that being around Andy made her tense, she was just normally that way.

The feel of Andy gently prying her fingers from around the cup and then setting it down, once more caused her to look over at him, that questioning gleam filling in her blue eyes. The next thing she knew she was being pulled to her feet and then had Andy's arms wrapped around her in a hug. Blinking in surprise, she just stood there for a moment, unresponsive. The feel of the hug was familiar, something she had felt a million times before, but this time...this time there was something different about this hug, but she wasn't sure what. Maybe it was because he had been away for so long? Either way, after a short moment, Zarah slowly wrapped her arms back around him, returning his hug. She felt herself start to smile a little more again at his words, though it was still an unsure smile, as if she were uncertain of her own smile. She didn't say anything, but remained silent. Was she okay? It was something she said alot, that she was fine, that she was okay. But it had never been the truth. But now, here with Andy, it felt like maybe her life was just starting to get back together again, like the pieces were just starting to reconnect. And all she could ask herself was, how long would this feeling last?"Yeah...me too, I guess..." She replied, pulling back enough to smile faintly up at him.

[kopus]

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Sammi held the engagement ring between her fingers. Her fingertips ran slowly over the diamonds on the ring.
"Yeah, Jeremy. You got one thing right. I don't deserve to juggle two different lives anymore. I have one with you and than there's one with my fiance and his sweet child who is like my own daughter." Sammi pursed her lips a bit and shoved her hands into her pockets. Bruce barked a few times, stepping closer to the arguing couple. Sammi's gaze fell to Bruce and than the floor. "I just don't know what do do anymore."

ｊａｋｅ

Ruffling his black hair a few more times, Jake's mind spun around in frustration. He couldn't kiss her or hug her because she'd most likely kill him. Kill. Murder. Jake frowned a little as her words, trying to understand what to do. Didn't his band mates teach him how to deal with women? Well, he forgot it even if Ashley spoke about it every night practically. "Remember the time I told you how I felt? Well, it hasn't changed Roxanne." Even if his words were lame for the situation, Jake believed this might work. No killing would be done today ... Hopefully. Jake could meet her eyes anymore because her gaze on Trixy. He slid his hands onto her shoulders, slightly tilting her chin up to look at him. "Roxanne ..." A small smile crossed Jake's lips as his gaze fell to her eyes.