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Post by billy on Oct 23, 2011 19:35:36 GMT -5
for seven months billy and his mom have had to deal with the constant reminder that mr. twaine was no longer around. even worse, they had to deal with the fact that he was murdered and in around a month billy's mother would be giving birth to a little girl. after everything that happened, billy and his mom left the house that they'd been living in and moved in with his aunt and cousin on the other side of town. not once had the seventeen year old been back to his old house since the incident, and he really hadn't had plans to go back. at least not for a while. but it was time that he got passed what happened and was able to enjoy his old house again.
it had been hard to walk in the front door, let alone make it through his old bedroom and out onto the roof. sitting on the roof made it feel as if the last seven months had just been a dream. like the next day he'd be able to tell his dad about the pretty girl he'd spent his night with, and everything would go back to normal. unfortunately, that wasn't how it really was. so billy took a deep breath of the fresh air and leaned back a bit on the roof, looking out at the lights spread throughout the city. he could see the all of the major signs, and all of the buildings lit up since the sun was down. he missed this. "told you it's got the best view in the city."
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Post by savannah raegan king on Oct 23, 2011 20:07:01 GMT -5
though her father hadn't been taken from her, annah hadn't exactly had an easy time dealing with his absence. it was hard enough seeing her mom dating other people, let alone dealing with the fact that her dad had willingly walked out on the family. now that he was half way across the country, annah hardly felt like he put any effort into being her dad. of course, she still saw him on school vacations, but it wasn't the same as having him around to cook breakfast, or take her christmas shopping. derek king liked to deal with things quickly, then forget about them. which was why, on occasions like her birthday, he sent a flashy gift and hoped that she still thought he loved her.
though she would never admit to it, annah had daddy issues. they weren't obvious, but they affected a lot of the relationships she had with people. in the back of her mind, there would always be a fear of abandonment, but she wasn't the type to badgered people with her fears. instead, she put all her energy into studying to be a mechanic, and going on adventures with the new people she met. it was all about distractions, like going to an abandoned house with billy.
ducking her head to avoid hitting it on the window pane, annah crawled onto the roof and settled down beside him. with wide eyes, she pulled her legs to her chest and stared at the view ahead of her. i think.. this just might be the prettiest thing i've ever seen. resting her chin on her knees, a grin filled half her face.
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Post by billy on Oct 23, 2011 20:29:40 GMT -5
surprisingly, one of the few things that had not happened to billy with his dad going was commitment issues. it was so common for people to end up with problems like that when a parent was lost or wasn't around, but billy didn't let it get to him that way. he wanted to be able to make someone else as happy as his father had made his mother for his life time. the man was only in his early thirties, it wasn't his time to go. sometimes peope messed with that though, because they were selfish assholes. yeah, it was a bit of a rude way to look at it, but that was how billy saw it. those men had taken his father's life in a selfish way, leaving two people and a little fetus without the man that they looked up to and loved.
billy traced his finger along his leg in random patterns, tilting his head to the side as he watched the lights in buildings go off and on, alternating which rooms were illuminated. second prettiest, but it's definitely up there. he shrugged a bit, laying back against the shingles and crossing his arms behind his head as a pillow. the only thing that could make the view better was if the stars were visable, but billy had lost hope on that a long time ago. the only way that the stars would ever be visable was if every light in the city shut off, including the various street lights. sometime he was going to drive out to the edge of the city, just to see the stars; maybe get some pictures of them. only problem with that was the fact that he shared a car with his mother, so he ended up walking almost everywhere.
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Post by savannah raegan king on Oct 23, 2011 21:00:49 GMT -5
after her dad left, annah spent a lot of time watching her mum. not because she was sick, but because the woman hardly seemed affected by the event. every morning, she leapt out of bed to make breakfast before heading off to work, and at night she came home with a smile on her face and a new recipe to try for dinner. in all honesty, it shocked annah, and most days she believed the woman had expected the marriage to fail. obviously, annah was happy that the absence of her dad hadn’t put a damper on her home life, but it wasn’t the type of life she wanted for herself. she didn’t want to be reduced to believing that everything would fail from the get-go – she wanted to believe everything lasted, as unrealistic as that was.
tapping her feet against the shingles, annah tried coming up with a rhythm to match the flashing lights in the windows. after a few seconds, she remembered she wasn’t alone, and pulled them together tightly to keep from making any more noise. clearing her throat, she tilted her head to look beside her. second prettiest? i don’t know if that’s possible. this would be pretty hard to beat. dropping her knees, she leaned back on her elbows and crossed her legs in front of her.
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Post by billy on Oct 24, 2011 21:43:43 GMT -5
sometimes billy wondered if his mom would ever date again. he kind of hoped she would, just so that he didn't have to worry about her being alone once he finally had the money to move out of the house. not like he could afford to move very far away, though. he still needed to get a job, seeing as it was his senior year. college would have to wait, if he went at all. not like he really needed it to be a tattoo artist, right? billy looked to annah's feet as they tapped before moving his gaze back out to the sky. tapping was something he was all too familiar with. up until the last few years, he couldn't sit still for even a few seconds without somehow tapping his foot or his fingers against something.
billy shrugged a small bit again, licking at his lip a bit. i'd show you the prettiest, but i don't have a mirror to put in front of you. cheesy? hell yeah it was, but he didn't really mind. his cheesy lines had gotten him slapped once or twice, but he didn't mean any harm from the lines. they were just his way of showing that he thought a girl was pretty. compliments were too ordinary, so he stuck with goofy pickup lines, preferrably uncommon ones. billy looked over at annah and grinned for a little bit before looking back up to the plain sky, a bit of a yawn slipping out.
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Post by savannah raegan king on Oct 27, 2011 14:38:55 GMT -5
though annah missed having her dad around, she wasn't against the idea of having other father figures in her life. every once in a while, her mom would go out on a date, but most of the guys she brought home only stuck around for a few months. annah wasn't exactly sure why, but she assumed it was because of her two brothers and herself. she wasn't rude, or inconsiderate towards men that her mom dated, but who wanted to stick around when a woman had almost three full grown kids running around? besides, her brothers weren't the easiest people to control, and they weren't very accepting of new people.
biting down on her lip, a blush rose into annah's cheeks. she'd never been good with taking compliments, and was horrible at hiding the fact. turning back to the view, she waited until her face was back at a normal temperature before responding. thanks.. i think. she breathed, laughing nervously. laying back entirely, she stared up at the sky, mesmerized by how black it was. have you ever camped out up here? she asked, changing the subject.
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Post by billy on Oct 27, 2011 21:18:23 GMT -5
billy couldn't help but close his eyes as he laid back on the roof. he had a lot of memories on this roof. for years it had been his only escape from the real word. any problems at school or at home, and he went straight to the roof. he had invited his first girlfriend into the tree house just a few feet away, and that's where he'd had his first kiss. this was the house he had grown up in, and he had never expected to leave it until he was old enough to move out. and even then he had hopes that he would get the house when his parents moved or something happened that they left it to him. this house was everything to billy, and in a matter of moments it was gone.
used to all the time. a lot of nights i'd stay here until three or four in the morning and climb over to the tree house and just sleep there.. his voice faded a bit to hide the bit of a crack that hit. he knew that feeling pretty well. it started with a voice crack, then his throat would close, his eyes would start to water.. no, he couldn't have that right now. so, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat, opening his eyes again to stare up at the blank sky.
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Post by savannah raegan king on Oct 27, 2011 21:41:28 GMT -5
annah had never had a secret hideout to escape to, other than the comfort of her own front porch. her house didn't have any secret trap doors, or comfy closets that offered a place to hide away and think, just the creaky front entrance with its sad looking chairs and potted plants. she didn't really mind though, because it gave her an excuse to wander around buffalo in search of her own. which is exactly what she preferred, seeing as it got her out of the house and away from the problem.
turning towards him, annah's brows pulled together in confusion. wait.. so, you lived here? pausing, she pushed herself up onto her elbow, hair falling back over her shoulders. 'cause i thought you said you knew the people who owned the house.. with another look, the realization finally hit her. .. you meant your family, didn't you? she asked, unsure whether or not she should ask if he was okay, or ignore the fact that his voice had cracked.
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Post by billy on Oct 28, 2011 6:51:43 GMT -5
billy's dad had made him the treehouse when he was seven, a place for him and his friends to hang out and act like they were older, 'mature' guys, like most younger boys did. through middle school he hit the oh so common "i'm too old for this childish thing" phase, but that didn't take long to pass. that phase was when he first went out on the roof, mostly just to piss off his dad. it backfired when his dad came out on the roof with him and pointed out all of the buildings to him. one time his dad had put a beat to the flashing lights and managed to match a song to it. billy bit his lips for a moment, trying to clear his mind again.
the second that he'd spoken, billy knew he'd slipped up, though. well, there goes his cover. i uh.. he paused, taking another deep breath. sometimes he wished he could just breathe away things he'd said, but it was too late for that. y-yeah.. my mom and i moved out of here.. uhm.. seven months ago.. my dad.. he could feel his throat closing, but he held back the feeling as best as he could. the possibility of finishing his statement was clogged in his throat. billy sat up and brought his knees as close as his chest as he could comfortably and wrapped his arms around his legs, trying to think clearly.
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Post by savannah raegan king on Oct 31, 2011 13:37:12 GMT -5
since her dad was halfway across the country, annah's mom had been in charge of most of the adventures. one of her favourites, even to this day, was dress-up. for a school teacher, the woman dressed like a queen; her closet was never-ending, and annah found herself getting lost amongst the hoards of clothes on lazy sunday afternoons when there was nothing left to do. in fact, she even stole some of the woman's clothes to keep for herself.
biting her lip, annah sat up and crossed her legs. you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.. she whispered, hands fidgeting with the zipper of her coat. but i'm here to listen if you need me. with a shrug, she scooted closer to him, pulling her own knees to her chest. my mum always something about heart burn when you keep shit bottled up, not that that's important..
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Post by billy on Oct 31, 2011 18:33:48 GMT -5
billy and his mom had never been extremely close, but they had never really had problems, either. their family had been rather close with each other, billy was just always a lot closer with his dad than his mom. his dad had always been there for him when he really needed him. if billy got the flu, mr. twaine would take off of work until his son was healthy again just to make the kid feel better about being stuck at home feeling like poop. any field trip that he went on, his dad would go on with him. it was just how it went with them. so as you could probably guess, seeing his dad gone was a drastic change.
we had to move.. b-because of my dad. billy squeezed his eyes shut, picturing his dad's face. he hated that the last memory of his dad was at the funeral. that wasn't how he wanted to remember him. he.. someone.. taking a deep breath, billy finally whispered, someone killed him. as far as a lot of people were concerned, billy's dad had just died. the reality was a lot worse, and most people didn't have a clue just what it was.
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Post by savannah raegan king on Nov 1, 2011 14:36:15 GMT -5
though shy toward compliments, annah had never been the type to struggle with her feelings. when she was pissed, she talked about it, when she was happy, she couldn't stop laughing. it was simple for her, and no matter what the situation, she always felt a hundred times better if she just let it out. the fact that she was so in control was one of the many reasons she was so laid back, and why she got along so much better with guys.
i -- wow. she answered simply, staring down at her laces. running a hand through her hair, annah rested her chin on her arms and titled her head to look up at him. fuck.. i'm really sorry, billy. about your dad, i mean. turning back to the view, she bit her lip awkwardly. have you ever just.. screamed about it? pushing herself up from the roof, annah stood beside him and reached down for his hand. i know it sounds stupid, but sometimes i swear it helps.
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Post by billy on Nov 1, 2011 17:29:55 GMT -5
being open was never really a problem for billy before his dad died. after that he'd gotten a little scared to fully express his feelings, no matter how hard he tried. it wasn't like he was trying to be closed off from the world or anything, he just didn't want to worry his mom. he had to be strong so that his mom wouldn't get over stressed and risk his sister's life. so, billy never took the chance to bawl his eyes out, to scream and blame himself like a normal person going through the grieving process.
billy blinked, but he didn't hesitate to grab annah's hand and stand up next to her. never had the chance to.. my mom's always needed me to be strong so she could be.. it sounded kind of stupid saying it out loud, but it was how he felt about it. his mom needed him. billy took in a deep breath and stared out at the view, chewing on his lower lip. so what.. just.. scream?
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Post by savannah raegan king on Nov 8, 2011 14:21:18 GMT -5
smiling sadly, annah didn't bother to let go of his hand. well, i guess it's time to let some of that shit out. clearing her throat, she balled her empty hand into a tight fist, looking over the edge of the roof warily. yeah.. you just scream. it doesn't have to be anything specific. i usually just.. yell. no words, just noise. shrugging, she shuffled her feet a few times before peeking over at him. like this, she grinned, tightening her grip the slightest bit on his hand before letting her voice take over the silence.
she knew how crazy it seemed, but even though she looked like a maniac screaming at the top of her lungs, it always left her feeling breathless and happy; like for a short moment, all her troubles and problems where lifted from her shoulders and thrown into the air. brining her scream to an end, annah cleared her throat, tongue running over her dry lips. your turn.
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