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Post by bradley on Aug 16, 2011 15:31:19 GMT -5
as ridiculous as it seemed, brad always kept collections of pamphlets. he was pretty sure he had one for every situation, and if he didn't have one then he would go out and get one. he liked to do his research, and it always cracked him up to see the faces on the people that gave him the pamphlets or that he gave the pamphlets to. almost every day he would tape a new pamphlet to noah's door, or put a box of condoms in front of his door, or anything that the boy would get embarrassed by. it wasn't in any way to embarrass noah, it was because he genuinely wanted him to be safe and informed. it was basically brad's way of showing that he cared and supported noah. college pamphlets, sti pamphlets, any and all pamphlets he could find, he'd tape to noah's door and make sure that he got them. he made a note to go out and attempt to find a pamphlet fitting the current situation.
brad knew he probably looked like complete crap. he'd only gotten like half an hour of sleep at most in the last twenty four hours. he'd made coffee, but the energy from that had worn off a few hours ago. he shrugged gently when she asked if he was tired, not really caring about his own health like usual. brad was used to being tired, it had become part of the routine. yeah, kinda. as if on cue, his lips parted in a yawn, shaking his head gently after it passed.
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Post by lydia on Aug 21, 2011 22:51:53 GMT -5
though their parenting style wasn't normal by any means, lydia preferred it that way. she didn't want to be the uptight mom that worried about every little aspect in her child's life, nor did she want to be the parent that didn't give two shits about what their child was doing. if anything, lydia figured she was at a happy medium between the two styles. yet at the same time, she'd put her own quirky, 'lydia' twist on it. what the 'lydia' twist was, she didn't know.. but somehow, it worked.
tugging lightly on his hand, lydia stepped out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. lets try and get some sleep, and we'll deal with all of this tomorrow. okay? with an encouraging smile, she dropped his hand and walked past the new couch, picking up pillows from the floor without thinking much of what she was doing. her mind had already passed tired, and was inching up to complete and utter exhaustion. oh.. how's the new couch? she asked, crossing her arms to look at it as she waited for brad to follow.
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Post by bradley on Aug 23, 2011 11:34:16 GMT -5
brad followed behind obediently, keeping hold of her hand comfortably. he nodded a bit, not really paying much attention to his surroundings as they walked. he was a lot more tired than he thought, which was never really good. brad's eyes attempted to close as they stopped, but he forced them open. running his hands over his face momentarily and looking over to the couch. every time he looked at it he had to take a moment to remember that his couch was gone. he'd grown so attached to that old thing that seeing it gone was just weird, no matter how many times he saw this new chouch.
okay, so maybe he was a bit obsessed. but that had been the couch that he had had since he'd gotten kicked out of his house at sixteen. it was the couch he had slept on for months because he couldn't afford a real bed. it was the couch where he sat waiting when lydia took a pregnancy test. there were so many memories with it. then again, there were a ton of memories that could be made with the new couch. brad shrugged gently. it's alright. just needs to be worn in, or something. he walked up to lydia and kissed her forehead. but, i'll get used to it for you. lets get some sleep. with a soft yawn, he started toward the bedroom again.
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