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[mydadleftme]

{{I'll reply here later seeing as how there isn't really anything for me to do with Zar at the moment and, once again, my attention is being diverted due to things going on, but I have to say Andy's thoughts there at the end of him being Batman were funny xD}}

[sighcotic]

❤ vintage foster • single • twenty-two • wearing • timid

The girl chuckles slightly, watching as her cat squirms away from Ashley. She pauses before giving a look at the kitten, the creature staring back as if he understood what it meant. "He's just not used to you, since he's never met you." Vintage mentions before standing up with a slight frown on her face. A sandwich. She whines to herself before reluctantly taking Ashley's hand.

[credence]

ＨＡＮＮＡ ＧＲＡＣＥ ＭＩＣＨＡＥＬ－ＬＯＧＡＮ

ｉ ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｙｏｕ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｈｏｗｅｄ ｍｅ;;
ｔｏｏｋ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ ｙｏｕｄ ｈａｖｅ ｂｌｏｗｎ;;
ａｎｄ ｔｏ ｔｈｉｓ ｄａｙ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ａｎｄ ｏｎｌｙ;;
ｙｏｕ ｒｅｍａｉｎ ａ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ;;
ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ;;


The music store. Hanna had been there just a week ago, but it still felt too long. It was one of the few places where her heart soared. Though she liked holding Sammi's hand, as young as it made her feel, she broke free of Sammi and bolted into the store. The manager, Ivan, greeted her like he always did. After discovering who her father was, but much more Hanna's talents, the two had become friends of a sort. Of course, though they were truly friends, Hanna figured the reason he had been swayed into befriending her in the first place was the fact that she had thousands of dollars in her own checking account.

She began her regular route around the store, starting with the guitars, guitar amps, and effect pedals. Next, the pianos, then the cellos. When she finally got to the violins, she smiled to herself. Ivan came up behind her and handed her a brown paper bag. She opened it, and revealed the Boss ME-50 guitar pedal she had ordered during her last visit. She raised an eyebrow at Ivan in question, and he nodded.

Hanna tried her best to avoid the squeal of excitement that was coming, but it escaped her lips too soon. Ivan chuckled, and Hanna imagined it was the way an uncle or a grandfather would, since Ivan was the closest thing she had to either. She snatched the electric violin closest to her, did her best not to run directly to the guitar amps, plugged in a 50 watt Vox and hooked up the violin and the pedal. She stood there, silently poised. She smiled at Ivan, and he gave her a thumbs up. Before turning the pedal on, she ran through a treble piano-to-violin transcription of George Winston's "Carol of the Bells," of course with a few of her own tweaks. She paused, and turned on the pedal, and let the music pour out of her heart, through her arms, through the violin and into the air.

Ivan pretended to wipe away a tear, and he smiled. It was one of the rare times that Hanna would let herself play freely. And she wondered, in the back of her head, where Sammi was. She wondered who that man had been to her, and if Sammi would let him take that place once again, leaving her and Quinn for good.

[Helmuth]

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So soft that hand felt in his own that it almost made him shiver with delight. Almost, but not quite. Nothing was 'fine' between them yet. He still deserved, and patiently awaited, the knee in the gut. And although he agonized over every moment being lost, he could feel something soothing settle down in his heart. Everything would be alright today-- tomorrow, he wasn't sure.
Ashley made his way into the kitchen, hand never leaving Vinny's. He couldn't let go, not after all of this time gone and wiped away. He quickly slapped four pieces of bread onto the counter, smeared them with mayonnaise, slapped some meat he found in the fridge on them each, quickly squiggled-- yes, he still made smiley faces--some mustard on top and smashed the bread on the top. That, my friends, was the original, enduring Purdy Sandwich; nothing could ever come close. He turned to Vinny and on a whim of happiness, grabbed her in his arms and kissed her for a long moment. "Come," he said when he finally pulled back. "To the Purdy mobile. We are going to have a picnic."

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Jeremy Lew Ferguson, Jr. Beloved son, grandchild and nephew. Always loved, most in Heaven.
Those were the words that kept wrapped up in Quinn's head; he couldn't get them out. And as much as he tried, he could never look at his dearest fiance, Sammi, the same way he had once.
After being at Mr. Ferguson's, Jeremy's, place he had began to wonder about all of those pictures. By the time that flew by, he couldn't get the man's face out of his memory. It was something that began to nag at him, all until he simply got on the internet and researched. And that was all he needed: a few Google images and headlines. TRAGIC MOMENT FOR JEREMY AND SAMMI! Things like, BABY BORN DEAD TO JEREMY AND SAMMI! or CROWD GETS CHOKED UP AT DEATH. That hurt, in a way.
As much as Quinn had thought he knew Sammi, he was certain he was living, sleeping, and breathing with a stranger. So on that day, particularly when Sammi and Hanna were gone, he decided to go see for himself what came with Sammi's past.
So Quinn stood there, hands in trench coat, hair billowing in the wind, as he stared at that cold tombstone. Sammi's child. Jeremy's son. Born dead, to a world where he was the only one who didn't know. In a way, he could understand why she kept this hidden. And yet, there was some twisted anger he felt towards her. But finally, he let it go. This was in the past.
He slipped his phone from his pocket and taking a shaky breath, called attempted to call Sammi. But her phone seemed to be busy. Sighing, he looked at the other numbers on his cell. Only one was left was Adrianna's and Hanna's. He decided to try Hanna. "Hello? Cupcake? Where are you guys?" He tried to keep his voice level as he swiped at his burning eyes and running nose. How long had he been crying? He tried not to think about it, tried to focus on the gloomy sky and imagine a sweet, beautiful girl in which he could call his own. But Hanna wasn't his own. She was his brother's and that would never change.

[sighcotic]

❤ vintage foster • single • twenty-two • wearing • timid

Vinny goes slightly limp as Ashley kisses her, the feeling in her skeletal limbs going away completely. Managing to find herself again, she raises an eyebrow. "Picnic? Oh jeez." She says while mentally facepalming, the memory of their failed picnic coming back from many many years ago. Blinking at the "Purdy mobile" thing, she snorts slightly. She stares up at Ashley, coughing before beginning to speak again. "You should let me meet the guys. I've only heard stories, you know." She says randomly, putting the Purdy sandwiches in perfectly sized bags.

[kopus]

ｊａｋｅ

Sighing softly to himself, he ruffled his hair with his other hair that wasn't on the wheel and kept his eyes on the road still. "Yeah ... Why?" He knew Andy could hear the disappointment and depression growing inside his voice. He didn't know how he would tell the guys or if he even would at all. He'd always talked about Roxanne and the band had met her before but the meeting was brief and awkward. Jake knew they all had girls back home but he questioned and thoughts rumbled around about when they'd give in and go back or the girls would. Everything in life seemed complicated for Jake. Clearing his thoughts, he decided to say something else on the phone. "Why? Do you need me to pick you up some energy drinks, Andy?" Sarcasm had always worked when he was stressed so he played it this time.

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Sammi was surprised by Hanna's super excitement that forced her to pull away from holding hands with her and making a line straight for the music store. She was moments from calling after her but she knew it was no use. The little girl was gone and there was no stopping her. Shutting the car doors and still waiting for Roxanne to pick up her phone, she made her way up to the door of the building but a vehicle that pulled up caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Not turning to take a single glance at it, Sammi entered the building and scanned the area for Hanna. Soon enough, she discovered where she was by all the wonderful music was being played. Sammi sat on one of the amps without any thought of it being ruined by her weight, and hung her phone up. Listing some names to text people, she entered the contents.


to: Roxanne, Vinnie, & Phil
contents: meet me at Collin's music store now!

Sending the texts to her friends who happened to be the girlfriends of the band mates of Jeremy, Sammi put her phone back into her pocket and looked back at the cute Hanna playing with her instruments. Seeing the violin hurt her because Jeremy played one much similar to the one she played. Holding back her tears and putting on a sad smile, she looked over at the door way when the little bell rang. The smile dropped.

[mydadleftme]

>>jinxx<<

As soon as he entered the store the sound of someone playing a violin really rather beauitfully filled his ears. Normally he would think it was simply music being played in the background, as was custom for music stores to have, but this was obviously not that and someone in the store actually playing. Looking around to find the source, he slowly made his way back towards the instruments. But that was when he locked eyes with a familiar face, someone he had just seen only a little while before, causing him to stop in his tracks and simply stare. Alright, so the idea of pushing away thoughts of what had happened earlier were obviously not about to happen. Why? Because those familiar eyes, though beautiful, gorgeous eyes, belonged to none other than his - well, she was no longer his now - Sammi. Yes, she was in the music store too and, as a further glance would tell him, he was with the little girl...Hanna? Wasn't that what her name was? Either way, she was the one playing the violin and it almost surprised him that someone that young was able to play so wonderfully.

Shaking his head as if to push away thoughts again, Jeremy turned his gaze and attention back over to Sammi, offering a weak, hardly noticable smile to her. So this little trip was surely going much more differently than he had anticipated.

[sighcotic]

❤ vintage foster • single • twenty-two • wearing • timid

As Vintage plops back down onto the stairs, she squeaks as her phone vibrates. She takes it out of her pocket, looking at the now lit up screen. She unlocks her phone and reads the message before looking back up at Ashley. "It's Sammi. She wants me, Roxanne and Phil to go to Collin's. Dunno why." She says. Actually wanting to go, she gives Ashley that puppy face she's used on him whenever she wants something.

[credence]

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ｉ ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｙｏｕ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｈｏｗｅｄ ｍｅ;;
ｔｏｏｋ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ ｙｏｕｄ ｈａｖｅ ｂｌｏｗｎ;;
ａｎｄ ｔｏ ｔｈｉｓ ｄａｙ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ａｎｄ ｏｎｌｙ;;
ｙｏｕ ｒｅｍａｉｎ ａ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ;;
ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ;;



Ivan had gone up to the back to finish taking inventory when Sammi sat on one of the amps beside her. She was alone with Sammi, at last. She glanced at her quietly for a moment, then stopped playing freely and began playing the violin to "Can't Take It" by The All-American Rejects as she put her phone in her pocket.

She never got an answer. Hanna's phone began to ring in her pocket, and she answered. "Hi, Daddy" she said. Just then, Sammi looked up as someone else entered the store, and judging by her expression, Hanna was about to meet the mysterious stranger of Sammi's past. Now was the time for answers, and she couldn't let Quinn interfere now. "We're at the mall," she lied smoothly. "Picking out a dress for my recital. Can I call you back later? Thanks. I love you. Bye." She hung up the phone, and with the violin still poised, waited for the man to appear. When he did, she watched him quietly. She glanced between him and Sammi, waiting, hoping, that someone would begin explaining things to her.

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ｉｔ ｍａｙ ｂｅ ｏｖｅｒ ｂｕｔ ｉｔ ｗｏｎｔ ｓｔｏｐ ｔｈｅｒｅ;;
ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ ｉｆ ｙｏｕｄ ｏｎｌｙ ｃａｒｅ;;
ｙｏｕ ｔｏｕｃｈｅｄ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｙｏｕ ｔｏｕｃｈｅｄ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ;;
ｙｏｕ ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ ａｎｄ ａｌｌ ｍｙ ｇｏａｌｓ;;

Ophelia smiled sadly, crossing her arms and watching some birds fly over head. Why was he doing this to her? It didn't make any sense. A tear burned its way down her cheek. "You should," she said. She wanted to probe once more. "You should go see them. They need to see you, know you're okay. That you're not strung out in some hotel bar, you know? Your mom would never forgive me if that happened."

Her mouth opened slowly without her realizing it. As the first words came out, she knew she was going to spill everything. "Chris, listen," she began, but her phone beeped with an incoming text. Thank God. She didn't know what she would've done if she had just said what she was going to. She checked the text. Collin's Music store? She nodded at the phone. She figured that if CC was here that the rest of the band was here too. The other girls, the members of the support group they had set up after their rockstar boyfriends had all left for the same band, were meeting up with the ghosts of their pasts as well.

She put her phone back in her pocket, and looked at CC. "I gotta go," she said uneasily. "See you around?"

She didn't wait for a reply. She didn't need one. She knew that he didn't want to see her. And with CC, if he didn't want to see a person, that person never saw him. And as she walked away, her heart shattered and trailed behind her like the bread crumbs of Hansel and Gretel. And CC would never follow them to find his way back to her.

She had made herself perfect for the day she would see him again. She had quit all the habits they had fought to destroy. But maybe who she was now wasn't who he wanted. Maybe it was some model in LA. Maybe he never wanted her at all. And as she kept walking back to her apartment to get her car and go to Collin's music store, she became more sure of that with every step.

[kopus]

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Sammi tried to break the gaze between them but it was hard because that gaze he always gave made them hold it for a long while. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and tried to speak but it wasn't worth it. Wetting her lips a little, she gave a returning smile to him along with a childish wave. Sammi gathered her nerves and looked at Hanna who stood there waiting wondering what was happening. "Sweetie, this is ..." Standing up and looking over at Jeremy, catching his eyes that locked right into his. "Jeremy ... A very kind friend. He likes violin too."