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[sighcotic]

{Bump for my post o:}

[Jaybat]

(Freaking short posts...)

Roxanne

For a few moments after she walked outside, she stood still in one spot for about five minutes. Her mind was wandering, and it was really starting to make her mad. Roxanne was staring at the ground, but she wasn't actually seeing it. It was blurry and distorted, and it looked... weird. The music, in combination with the funny fuzzy ground was making her head spin.

Roxanne blinked every so often to get herself to focus, and she shook her head. That worked great. Then she started moving, taking very slow steps across the lawn, and that helped even more. She was focusing much more. A different song played on my iPod, and it was a lot louder and faster than the previous one. That definitely helped.

Then she heard something else that wasn't part of the song. She looked up for a second and blinked, very confused for a few moments. Roxanne just stared at the truck that pulled up. It took her a few moments to realize that she'd seen the truck before, and it took her even longer to figure out where. Then came the dog, and Roxanne smiled. She knew where he came from. She watched Trixy as he came towards her. She figured that Jake was nearby, probably in the truck, but for the moment she chose to ignore that fact.

CC

Apparently the ground was just as interesting as the wall inside. Why was he staring at the ground? What was so interesting about it? There wasn't anything. He as just distracting himself, which was stupid. There was no reason to do that. Just being stupid and scared. CC shook his head at himself and forced himself to walk. He had no idea where he was going, but he didn't care. He recognized the places he walked by, but he didn't stop. He just needed to move and keep moving. If he stopped, his mind would start bringing up painful memories. Not that he wanted to forget those, he just wasn't in the right mood to remember them now.

Like Ophelia. He didn't want to think about what she thought of him now. Of course, CC wanted to know, but he couldn't. Not yet. He thought he was being stupid and trying to run away, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to deal with it right now. Except he did. Some part of him, some part that he was ignoring, really, really wanted to know. It wanted to go back to the way things were years ago, even though he knew that it wouldn't happen. There was no way that could happen, so why did he want it to? The past was the past, and CC knew that he couldn't always think of it like that, but he could for now. On some level, it was easier to just ignore it for now.

He kept finding things to distract himself from his mind, but it didn't work for very long. He glanced up every so often to make sure that he wasn't going to run into anything, even though there wasn't that much directly in his path that he could actually hit. Concentrating on the things in his way did help clear his mind a little bit, though, so that's exactly what he did.

[Helmuth]

{{ So here's my horrible post. }}

Ashley wasn’t expecting her to be there. He was truly expecting an empty house, leaving his knock on the door unheard, echoing in the chambers of his empty heart. And he was about to leave, fearing the worst. She had left. The girl in denim wasn’t his. And he knew, he knew if he had left over all of that time, never giving her a call, then he didn’t deserve her. He didn’t.
So he turned, his boots shuffling away. Hurt edging into his heart. But this is what he deserved. And he was about to walk off the porch when suddenly the sweet smell of reality and freshness was in his arms. So small and thin she was… so frail and crushable. And yet, it was happening. She was here.
“I thought…” His words came out as a shock whisper. But he shoved the thought away, knowing that this wasn’t a dream. She was here. He held her close, his arms softly embracing her. All of the soft, warm feeling grew strong his heart. He pulled away, wanting to know that this was really happening. His hands cradled her lit face and those starry eyes that stared back at him. “Vintage.” He breathed, utterly surprised and doleful with himself. And then hate began to break, eating at him. He pulled away, furious. “Don’t touch me, this will be over in a minute.” He said sharply. His hands bawled into fists, wanting to pound something. But he didn’t break anything. He rubbed his mouth, fuming with himself. Finally, he turned back to her… and this time, there were tears in his eyes. “I wasn’t… wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

[sighcotic]

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

Vintage squeaks, watching as he balls up his fists in fury. She internally breaks as he turns back to face her, noticing the tears welled up in his orbs. "I.... I never left, Ashes." She says simply, reaching up to gently wipe away Ashley's tears. "Don't." Vinny mutters quietly before taking Ash's hand, leading him into her now dead silent house. She shuts the old door, her icy gaze still aimed up at him. "Why would you think I would leave?" The fragile girl asks quietly, curious to know his response. The soft jingling of her cat's collar echoes throughout her home, breaking the silence that lingered for a while.

{this sucks. .-.}

[mydadleftme]

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Her eyes narrowed slightly. She shook her head, almost dumbly. "We haven't talked for four years, you come to my house out of the blue, and sure I gave you a rough ride, but you don't get to do this," she said. "You don't get to kick me out and act like a sullen little kid. That's my job, and I'm done with it, okay? You have no idea how strange of a situation this is for me, okay? You have no idea. I've been having to juggle two different lives with two different men, and don't you dare act like I was the last girl you slept with."

>>J.I.N.X.X<<
He sighed, running his hand through his black hair again, this time his hand rubbing the back of his neck in something between frustration and something else. "Listen, I'm not trying to be the sullen little boy, alright? I'm trying to sort these things out. This is all very confusing and almost aggravating, and I know you feel the same way. I don't blame you for moving on. If it was something you wanted to do, then who am I to stop you," he replied, looking around the room aimlessly for a moment before letting his gaze come to a stop on Sammi, the frown still set on his lips. "You shouldn't have to try and juggle the two different lives anymore. You don't deserve being forced to do that..."

{{wb}}

[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.