*sighs* We've been over this too.
I"mma bite you. Right ****ing now.
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>| No. .............
XD Ican dealwith that.
XD school for everyone.
*smiles a little* OKay fine.
Are you mocking me?
Gently peeping out of her cave, Cally yawned, then crept out slowly, her eyes blinking. She jumped into a tree, settled down, and waited, her throat burning and her head throbbing.
Thanks. I like yours too, but for reasons not so random.
Xd shush, you. You're silly.
B| ...................
It made me smile ; ;
If you remind me.
For God's sake don't get drunk. See you when you get back, kay?
You have to find the humor in some things.
Next chapter. Life is slowly killing me, so might be slow. As it has always been Rachel didn’t go home. She didn’t want to go back to a reality where her mother was a drunk and her father was dead. Where money was tight, and all she had to eat was stale bread and peanut butter past its due date. She waited till the last of her pack had left, then wandered the streets, trying to find some meaning. There was no point in going home, her mother wouldn’t care. Long after the paved roads had grown dark, and flickering lights above them blinked to life, Rachel found herself knocking on a door, the light above it constant and bright. The porch well kept, flower garden. Jason opened the door, his eyes sleepy but alert. Rachel smiled a little. “Can I stay here tonight?” she asked, locking her hands behind her back. He nodded once, then let her in, locking the door behind him. “Parents won‘t care, they‘re already asleep.” he murmured, leading the way upstairs. “Come on.” Jason’s room was messy, typical guy. The bed was unmade, but she could tell he recently had been sleeping in it. There were shirts and jeans all over the floor, the dark hardwood barely visible through it. A bedside lamp was the only other source of light in the room, making other features impossible to see. “Here.” Rachel turned just in time to catch some soft items thrown at her. “My bathroom‘s free. I‘ll get out the extra bed, okay?” He left, stretching. Rachel smiled, hugging the clothes to her chest, her eyes tearing up slightly. He was such a good friend. This had happened before, but he always took it so well, whatever time she showed up. She headed into the bathroom and pulled off her dirty clothes, then stepped into the shower. The warm spray felt good on her aching muscles, and she rinsed the dirt out of her hair, using a shampoo he had kept in there for her since they had become friends. She finished, then stepped out, drying her body quickly with a clean towel, letting her hair hang down, dripping. Jason had given her his older sister’s old clothing, a bra that was slightly too fancy for her taste, underwear that somehow matched, a T-shirt in a faded green that had some sort of band logo on it, and plaid shorts. Letting her hair hang down her back, she walked out of the bathroom, towel in hand. “Green Apple Surprise?” she asked, her eyebrow raised as she recited the name of the shampoo. “I didn‘t know you remembered.” Jason said nothing, only watched her. She gently pushed him over, sitting next to him, drying then ends of her hair gently. “Thanks.” she said quietly. “I just…couldn‘t go back home yet.” He nodded, then pointed. “You, bed. Me….crouton bed like thing.” He pointed at a green comfort couch, the kind people used for camping. Rachel laughed, then shook her head. “I‘m not taking your bed. It‘s my turn this time.” She raised an eyebrow. “Unless you wish to share?” She was only joking, and he knew it. It brought a smile to his face, but he shook his head. “I‘ll take the green bed. Night, kitty girl.” Rachel started to argue, but he already had curled up, his dark hair even darker against the lighter color of the bed. Rachel put the towel away, then smiled, albeit a little sadly. “Night, Jason.” she murmured, crawling into his bed and turning out the light. She pressed her head against the pillow, closing her eyes. It smelled like him, like spices and apple. He used the same shampoo…this made her smile as she fell asleep. Light struck her face, jolting her awake. Rachel looked up. Jason was gone, the bed neatly rolled up and placed in a corner of the room. Now that there was a better source of brightness, she could see that he had repainted his room to white, that there was dark red trim. The bed was the same as ever, white coverlet over white sheets and pillow cases. Clothes still littered his room, but not as much as had originally appeared. Rachel peeked out the door, then walked down to the kitchen. As expected, Jason was already there, making toast and drinking coffee. Rachel reached around him, grabbing a slice and eating it plain, heading back to the sink. “We should go.” she murmured around a mouthful, trying not to spit crumbs as she turned on the water, letting her eyes follow the stream coming out of the facet. Behind her, the smell of coffee wafted around the small kitchen. She turned, accepted, a mug of the brown liquid from Jason, and gulped it down in record time, burning her mouth. “Ready to go?” she asked, washing out the mug and setting it on the counter. Jason followed suit with his, nodding once. Rachel shook her head, smiling slightly, then half ran upstairs, changing into some other borrowed clothes, this time jeans ripped at the knee, and a black t-shirt that was more then a little tight. She knew it had to be close fitting, but this was so much so it was almost hard to breathe. Looking in the mirror, she gently brushed, then braided her long brownish black hair. Green eyes flecked with golden brown stared back, a full mouth, the lower lip slightly fuller then the upper. Her nose was perfectly straight, one of the few parts of her that hadn’t been broken. Thin dark eyebrows hovered over her eyes, making her seem more serious, then flirty. She was pale, unusually so since she spent most of her time outside. Her hands were delicate, more like an artist’s hand then a fighter’s. They had scars of course. She had them all over her body. Grabbing her dirty clothes, she headed down the stairs. Jason waited by the door, his house key in his hand. She smiled, locking the door swiftly, then heading out into the bright light. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the new light. Feeling, rather then hearing Jason beside her, she set off, heading northeast toward the school. “People change, don’t‘ they?” Jason asked suddenly, his voice low, mellow even, but she could detect the tension behind it. “They have to, to survive, sometimes.” she answered, glancing at him. He didn’t answer, but seemed only more troubled. “Jason? What‘s wrong?” “If we all change, then is it predetermined, or simply because we have to?” he asked, almost ignoring her. Rachel knew he wasn’t, but was answering her in his own way. “We have to change, but how we change is the cause of the circumstances we live in.” She replied slowly, still watching him as they walked. This answer seemed to relieve the odd tension in his shoulders. He even favored her with a small smile before walking on with his answer, whatever it seemed to be, while leaving her behind with more and more questions.
Thanks, hun..............
That's good.
OOC: OKie day. BIC: Awakening from her short nap, Cally blinked, trying to remember. She slid back down the wall, slumping to the floor. Her head pounded. Thirsty..... she refused to follow that train of thought. She would have to hunt, but it would be a few hours yet.
