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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 2, 2010 21:35:35 GMT -5
It's been a few weeks since the 'incident' in the cafeteria. Dylan has done his therapy sessions without any sort of emotions and such. He felt he didn't need a therapist to tell him stuff he already knew. He completely his groundings and volunteer work. The pink bruising has faded away on his face and things were back to normal. People were back to leaving him alone, no matter how tempting it was after it happened. They saw the damage on him and figured it was better to talk shit about him from afar, not to his face. Which pleased him.
But it was different for Charlotte. She had made some friends who consoled her about her teasing treatment she recieved. Then word got around that Charlie could sing and play piano. Before Dylan knew it, she was nervously inviting him to the High Ground for a performance people were asking to do Saturday night. Everything about the request caught him off guard but after some hesitation and silence on his part, he agreed to go with her to 'give her support' as she put it.
Dylan decided to drive her there, not feeling up to taking the trails as most students do. Parking a little ways off from some of the more nearby trails, they began to walk up one. He walked away since he knew the way and she didn't. "You nervous?" he asked walking down the dirt path.
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 2, 2010 22:46:24 GMT -5
Charlotte had - under the advice of the therapist whom she'd seen more than three times - gotten a prescription for anxiety pills. They werent really a hardcore prescription and she could take them whenever she was feeling anxious or stressed. She called them Chill Pills. Anyways she had taken two of them before she left, because she was freaking out. Maybe it was regret, or extreme nervousness, but something in her gut decided last minute she didnt want to do this. Why had she agreed? Because it was a spur of th emoment thing, people were staring, and she wanted to make friends and fit in. These kids seemed okay. They werent the jerks from before who thought they were better. So she had agreed without really thinking.
"Yes" Charlotte replied weakly to Dylan's question. She had needed him to come along and he there for her. Even though she tried to fit in with the others, Dylan was her best friend and she felt closest to him. Maybe if he was there it would help her calm down. But so far that wasnt the case. Her feet followed him but they felt heavy as bricks. her hands were sweaty and shaking and she wanted to go back home, curl up in her bed and read her book. But she had promised she would do this. Even though she felt sick. "How long is this again?" she wasnt sure on details. Or maybe her brain was just very foggy.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 2, 2010 23:59:13 GMT -5
She was incredibly nervous and it didn't take Dylan, her closest friend here, to tell that. He wished he could do something provocative to get her confidence up but maybe if she does well, she will get that ego-boost she's been needing. She was honest at least, not that she needed to be, the truth was appearant and boldly stood out in her presence. "Don't be." he said, hinting a smile that faded. He could hear some talk in the distance and see some people walking out from a different trail. Looks like it would be a busy night. "It's loud in there, half of them don't know anything about music and others are drunk or stoned or whatever..." he mumbled.
He thought of the first time he came here. It was the first day he got here actually and he remembered how he seemed to fade in the background here. No one knew him yet, he was nameless, he had a clean reputation that would quickly be smothered and smudged. He remembered the drinks he had and the sweet drunk coma that followed. "We're here." he answered, seeing the very old three story house, lit up and crowded with familiar and unfamiliar faces. He made a sound to himself, conflicted by the way he almost dreaded and almost looked forward to tonight. They walked into the porch, a few people immediately walked to Charlotte to greet and talk to her. Dylan began to light a cigarette as he listened to them get all excited about her. It made him happy for her. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 3, 2010 16:07:34 GMT -5
Great. Charlotte was less than enthusiastic when he mentioned some of the kids would be stoned or something like that. Sounded like a party. Sounded like somewhere she didn't belong. She stuck to Dylan like glue but was pleasantly surprised when people began to talk to her. Shyly she greeted them and responded back, still not used to the whole socializing thing.
"CHARLIE" A boisterous girl cried, grinning from ear to ear and giving the blonde a hug -- not even taking notice of Dylan. "I knew you wouldnt let us down, come on! Youre almost up," Then she grabbed Charlies arm and steered her through the crowd - Charlie didnt have time for much other than a hasty "see ya" as she was pulled away from Dylan. She was really glad he had come, and felt a little better knowing he'd be there. Hopefully there was some way she could express her gratitude later, because now she was so worked up and distracted she couldnt think straight. The nervousness was kind of pushed out of the way by confusion as she was steered by her some-what-friend to a noisy room. A makeshift stage had passed Charlottes view and an emotional boy was screaming into the microphone making her wince.
Everything was a blur but eventually Charlotte found herself on that stage with two other aqcuaintences - one who played the guitar and one who played the drums. She couldnt even remember their names at this point. Determined, she searched the crowd until she saw Dylan and looked over as the guitarist hissed over the song name to remind Charlotte what she was really there for. Charlie even managed a smile as she cleared her throat and then nodded, signifying she was ready. She took a deep breath started to sing, holding onto the microphone stand to steady her shaking hands.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 3, 2010 17:16:53 GMT -5
Maybe it wouldn't have been a better idea to refrain from telling her what kind of place this was. But wasn't the name high ground a good enough warning? But it did really depend on where you hung around the building that depended on the crowd that would surround you. First floor was the safest but wasn't without it's fews under the influence. It only got worse upstaires, or so that's what was said.
With a nice, smooth inhale and exhale of smoke, he barely got another look at Charlie until she'd be on stage. She was dragged away and he didn't hear her farewell chirp. He was happy for her to have friends. His life as a lonely artist wasn't fit for someone like her. He walked inside and when he heard some screaming on a microphone [he would've been without it thank you very much] he decided to go the opposite direction until it was her turn. People crowded all up together, talking loudly or 'grooving' with the screams. One guy waved at him and said 'Hola juvie kid.' Dylan noticed a joint in his hands. Figures. He leaned back against the wall, boredly watching the losers that surrounded him. They weren't even funny, they were all a pathetic kids who didn't know anything.
His eyes trailed to the counter besides him. On a counter, he saw the impressive array of cheap drinks. Why thank you very much... he thought to himself. This would make things bearable tonight. Another song or two passed as he stood there, drinking down his bottle. Finally he saw above the crowd blonde hair walk on the stage. He went up to the front row and smiled faintly when they made eye contact. Then she began to sing...
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 4, 2010 20:28:56 GMT -5
Charlie started out a little unsure but she shut her eyes for the first part of the song and it went a lot better when she couldnt see all the confused, curious and/or drunk faces looking up at her. She knew this song well and had practiced a few times with the people playing. If they were friends or not was still to be decided, but Charlotte didn't dislike them either. Eventually her eyes openned and she gained a little confidence noticing some people in the crowd dancing together and enjoying it. She smiled a little, actually finding she was enjoying herself while being completely terrified at the same time. It was evening out a little bit.
She only sang three songs and when she made her way meekly off the stage, Charlotte was feeling pretty good about herself. Her cheeks were flushed, with pleasure but also because it was pretty warm in there all of a sudden. At least for her anyways. Her friends were laughing and messing up her hair or patting her back and telling her she was amazing. She thanked them and went in search of water and Dylan, whichever came first.
On her way to find Dylan some guys she'd seen around school occasionally started bothering her. "Hey beautiful," one of them said suavely, tangling his drunk fingers in her curls. Charlie grimaced and pulled away, walking faster through the throng of people to find Dylan. "Aw so soon? i was hopin youd sing me a song. when we were alone" another one grabbed her arm and jerked her towards him. "Let me go!" she had meant to sound more forceful but her efforts were quite weak, making them all laugh. And she was basically surrounded. Would nobody help her?
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 4, 2010 20:58:48 GMT -5
She was great to watch. Her band had great beat and they seemed to transform the place to be a little less pathetic. He found himself swaying with the music. People began cheering by the end of their first song and something just happened as he looked at her enjoying herself. He couldn't understand it at all but something settled over him like a frozen moment in time yet the music continued on. He was the one frozen and she was still going. He needed some air. He retreated back to the kitchen, grabbing another drink and went outside to light another cigarette. He took a deep breath of the chilly night air then the nicotene smoke, it relaxed him. He could hear the music pounding from inside but he found himself no longer interested.
Taking a sip, he looked to the kids hanging around the front yard. Some of them laughing and giggling, flirting and teasing. He tossed away his finished drag, feeling that wonderful buzz from the drink. He took a few more sips when he heard the music quiet and everyone cheer. A perky 'thank you' echoed on the microphone. It was over. Dylan wondered how much longer he'd have to stay here. Charlie may want to hang around longer with her friends, maybe she could get another ride.
Walking back inside, he saw right in the corner of his eyes Charlie's blonde hair. He looked more closely and realized she was jerking some drunk away. Some of the crowd was blocking his way though, making it harder for him to get through. He managed to get closer, shoving and swearing. He was getting more and more frustrated with all of this. They were all just laughing. Glass in hand he threw it harshly at the wall, narrowly missing the guys head. People went quiet and looked at him. The guy backed off and was looking around at the broken glass. "Why can't you do anything for yourself?" he yelled at Charlie before walking out of the building. [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 5, 2010 19:19:02 GMT -5
Charlie was startled by the glass but started to smile in relief when she saw Dylan. That smile quickly melted off her face when he yelled at her. What was his problem? She hadn't done anything, and he'd just straight up yelled. Charlotte was actually doing pretty well by herself and was extremely startled, hurt, and shocked at this outburst. Not even thinking and possibly still pumped up from her performance, she followed after him. "What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded when she had broken through the crowd and followed him out the door. It wasnt exactly an angry demand, more of a hurt and confused one.
"Dylan." Charlotte had to jog to catch up to him, and even after she accomplished that, she had to walk a lot faster to keep up. "Is something wrong?" She was just so bewildered at his outburst it hadn't quite set in that he might be angry. What reason did he have for anger? None. She was trying to break out of her comfort zone, do new things, talk to new people, why would that be a bad thing to him?
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 5, 2010 22:32:03 GMT -5
What's that supposed to mean? Wasn't it fucking obvious? Why didn't she get it? She was smart, come on! He continued walking, ignoring her completely. He was so sick of these people and now she was one of them. She was making her sick. All the things he hated just seemed to insist on taking over his life and what's worse, now she was following him. "Why don't you go catch a ride with one of your friends?" he asked quietly. Okay, maybe he was overreacting. Yeah, he was overreacting probably. He was drunk, fuck. She was still following after him like a stray puppy he just wanted to kick. Beat it. Tch, if anyone's the dog it'd be him.
Is something wrong? Yeah, just about everything was. "I don't belong in there. Everyone in there, just a bunch of... kids! Lost in some fairy tale like fairies. I'm a dog among fairies!" Dylan was still walking quickly, laughing a little at what he said when he came to a slightly clumsy drunk stop to look at her. "Fuck..." he muttered, stuffing a hand into a pocket. It's so cold. "Everyone in there, just wants to be saved. You want to fucking saved everytime I turn my back. Can't anyone just help themselves for once?" he asked angrily, pointing for a moment at that house behind them. The hand retreated back into his pockets. "Can you answer me that Charlie? Can you?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 6, 2010 21:39:39 GMT -5
"Why don't you go catch a ride with one of your friends?"Charlotte frowned, shaking her head. "They're not really friend friends..." she started, but figured it was no use. She sighed heavily, quite bewildered by this. Her mind was racing trying to think back to remember if she had done something wrong and she was drawing a blank. There had to be something though...
"What is your problem? You didnt have to come." Charlotte replied, not really wanting to say it but she did anyways. "I'm sorry, you didn't tell me all this before hand. If you would have told me I wouldn't have bothered you." The girl was desperately trying to make amends but Dylan was still going.
She stopped and looked at him when he gave his little rant about saving. She was quiet, thinking this over and avoiding his eyes. "Thats why we came here isnt it? To Helenas I mean? To be saved... Im sorry that Im kind of helpless and a hassle, and Im a pushover but Im trying. Thats why I came here today. Im... going outside my comfort zone every day and trying to save myself. But I need a lot of help. Everybody does. Some just dont want to admit it. Im at least making an effort. What are you doing? Yelling at me. Youre the only real friend I have. We're supposed to be there for each other, not rip each others heads of" Charlotte was trying to remain calm and in control of her emotions in this crucial moment.
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 6, 2010 23:52:06 GMT -5
It only made him more angry that she would be completely nice about this- completely needy. "My problem is that you can't even defend yourself, not even now! I'm yelling at you for no good reason and you're the one saying sorry." he said, as bewildered as she was. This conversation was going no where, it was just spinning around like a nauseuting twirl-a-whirl. And she was so... He hadn't any words that would fit. No he couldn't think of any with a mushed brain. He felt angered and clumsy with everything.
"What's that supposed to mean? What am I doing? I never wanted to come here. I don't even belong here. I'm fine, I don't need to be fixed. I should just drive off and leave, never come back. But I can't. I still have to drive back to a fucking dorm. Can't believe you just said that... I have been here for you, that's the problem. I turn around for a second and you're calling for a hero." he looked at her, like an ticked off cat staring warningly at someone.
Dylan began walking again and the car was in sight. Thank goodness, he just wanted out of here. "And I hated you principle the quoting." he said more quietly. He thought about that, wondering if that sounded right or not. Plopping down on the curb in front of his car, he lit a cigarette. "Charlie... I'm a little drunk." he finally admitted, staring at her with a soft laugh. "I... don't think I should drive." [/blockquote] |
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 9, 2010 16:58:45 GMT -5
Charlie rubbing her forehead, starting to get a headache from all this. She didn't know what to say to him. Yeah, she was needy, yeah, she needed a lot of help but she had kind of assumed he understood that when he befriended her. Now her fears which she had assumed were paranoia, were being realized. For a while she'd felt guilty about always being around him and always needing him for something because she couldn't give much back to him. Even the several weeks she had been there already, he knew a ton more about her than she knew about him. Even though she kept a lot to herself, she hadnt wanted him thinking she was just using him. Now apparently the truth was coming out. She should never have asked him to come, she never should have even agreed to this thing in the first place. Now, for the first time, she wished she could go back home. There wasnt much for her to go back to, and they'd probably sold the house already. Apparently all her father's money and businesses were supposed to go to her when she turned eighteen but she didn't know what the heck she was supposed to do with that. Until then a trustee had been appointed to her to take care of everything while Charlie stayed at Helenas, waiting till she was an adult.
She sighed, looking at him as he sat down mumbling about principal the quoting? She didnt even understand him anymore. THen he admitted to being drunk and she averted her gaze, staring down at her shoes. "I guess I should drive you then... so you dont... hurt yourself." she had been about to say she didnt want him to kill himself but those memories of her own near death experience were still too fresh, despite the time she'd spent at Helenas. So she changed her mind on her wording and went with something a little less awkward for her.
Now that she knew he was a little intoxicated, she didnt know whether or not to believe what he'd said but either way, he had still hurt her. She just wanted to go to bed and forget all of this.
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Post by * polly on Jan 10, 2010 17:34:55 GMT -5
totally planning on posting back but i don't understand the end of the last paragraph.... would you edit? XD
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Post by CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR on Jan 10, 2010 20:12:37 GMT -5
HAHAHA.
sorry. xD i didnt even see that.
i must have been on drugs or something when i wrote that xD
WTF.
i dont even know how that happened xDD
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Post by DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES on Jan 10, 2010 22:08:55 GMT -5
Dylan should've known how she felt. He should've known alot better than to be cruel to her like this. She was innocent and in need of help. But he was so sick of helping, so sick of being relied on. He'd fail her, like he failed everyone else. He was angry and that crowd twisted that anger out and the only place it could go was at her. He'd be filled with regret tomorrow, but right now he smoked with his self-pity, growling about how no one knows anything about him or anything for that matter.
She took the keys. He was too pissed off to feel like to prove himself to her. "Wouldn't that be gravy." he said inwardly, wondering lightly if drunk driving would be the death of him. Or actually make him an actual murder. It was such a heavy consequence to be burdened with, yet it was light. Hell it was materialized in front of him, having cigarette smoked blown it's way mockingly. "I could drive if I wanted to, you know." he said a little bit louder, annoyed that she must be staring at him with judgment in her eyes. Tossing away the cigarette, he got into the passenger seat of the car.
He stared at the front road lit by the low beams with a gaze of bored detachment. "So what do you think? You're obviously disappointed that I'm an ass." he said bluntly yet tone leveled and controlled as well as any drunk can control their voice.
ooc; don't worry about it for one second xD i've been looking at the typos in my nano and i was thinking the same thing; 'was on crack when i wrote that?!'
hey, maybe they shouldn't stop being friends but they sort of detach for a while then she gets concerned with him being with kara? and maybe he still watches out for her? i don't know xD [/blockquote] |
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