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"the twenty-two year old ex-boyfriend"

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"the fianceé"

b***tchy ✦ slutty ✦ selfish ✦ demanding

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"Sweetheart? Are you sure you'll be back in time for our rehearsal dinner?" My fianceé, Bridget, was seriously begging to get on my [********] nerves. Seriously, when will she stop talking about our wedding. I'm not even interested in marrying her. Not after I found out that she had been sleeping with her ex-boyfriend last week. Damn whore. Of course, my parents and her parents don't know a thing about what happened, but it's not like Bridget's going to tell them. And, it's not like I'm going to tell them--well I am, but just not yet. There was something else I needed to do. "How many times do I need to tell you Bridget. Cancel off the damn wedding. I'm sick of you being a whore behind my back!" If she seriously thinks she can win me back, then she's got another thing coming. And, I don't even think I love her. In fact, I never did love her anyways. My parents forced me into a marriage with her and her family. It was my parents, who happened to be failures, would look good for once in their lives. Bull s**t, if you ask me. My folks are too damn lazy to pick their asses up and make a living, so how do they change things around? They force me into marrying Bridget Marris, the daughter of famous actress, Maryanne Trillon, and famous director, Stan Marris. Life is oh so sweet, isn't it? Not. Stuffing my phone in my pocket, I picked up my wallet and headed out the doors. I needed to see her. I needed to see Tucker.

Walking outside, the cool breeze blew my hair in the wind. Looking left, I took a deep breath. I seriously needed to clam down. Reaching into my left jacket pocket, I could feel the letter inside. It's sharp corners pressing against my finger tips. Tapping on the letter, a smile appeared on my face. Today would be the day. The day when I would tell Tucker how I really felt. Taking out my phone, I scrolled down my contacts list until I saw Tucker's number. Pressing the button, I waited for the dial tone. "I'm sorry, but your call cannot be connected at the moment. Please, try again later." What the ********? Ending the call, I tried to call her once again. "I'm sorry, but your cal-" Hanging up, I looked for the nearest phone booth, which was located south of my house right next to the gas station. Picking up my pace, I began to run to the booth. I'm pretty sure I ran into a couple of people in the way, but whatever I didn't care. They weren't important. Opening the doors, I stepped inside. After putting in three quarters, I waited for her to pick up. "Tucker. I need to talk to you. I'll be over at your house in a few minutes," and with that, I hung up. I didn't want to hear her voice, well at least not yet. Running back to the house, I ran straight to the garage. Jumping inside the Mercedes Benz, I drove out of the drive way and onward to Tucker's house.

With my hands loosely gripping on the wheel, I began to search through the radio stations. The drive to her house was only thirty minutes away from Bridget's house, so I should be there in a few. Finally finding a station with decent music, I left it there and brought my full attention to the road in front of me. I was about to turn left into the exit. The thing is, this exit is tricky. It's practically like a spiral, and if you weren't paying attention you could end up traveling into the other lane and--crash. Looking in my rear-view mirror, I noticed that the car behind me was driving really ******** close to me. There was no way in hell that I was going to speed up. Hearing the sound of another car heading right in front of me, my eyes grew wide. Some damn idiot drove into the wrong land was heading straight towards me. Turning the wheel violently to the right, I remember my car crashing into a tree. Hearing the glass shatter all around me, my body fiercely began banging against the wheel and the back of my seat. Finally, everything ended. Admiring the sight, I didn't even know what to think, but I was stuck. As the blood trickled down my face, I couldn't move. My legs were stuck, and my body couldn't move. Looking behind me, I realized that same car that almost hit me was right behind me. It was heading straight towards me. The first thing I did was brought my hands together, and prayed. I was scared. ******** terrified. "God, please let me live." Suddenly, it seemed as if time began to stand still. "Please, let me live to see Tucker..." I was desperate. "Please, tell her that I l-love her...."


CRASH

The next thing I knew, I felt myself slipping away from reality. I could hear screams in the background, as everything around me felt hot. Hot like the flames of a fire. If I was dying, I hope that Tucker gets my letter. As my breathing stopped, I stopped thinking. All the feeling in my body was gone. My body felt numb, as the beautiful morning daylight turned into a scary nightmare.

Opening my eyes for the first time, my hand went straight to my head. "Holy s**t." Looking around the room, everything was blurry. My head felt heavy. Sitting up in my bed, I noticed all the tubes that were connected to my body. "What the hell!?" Lifting my other arm, I noticed that five tubes were dangling from the machine. Okay, this was getting weird. Why was I inside a white room? How come I was attached to tubes? Scratching my head, I felt something rough rub against my hand. Picking at the material, I realized it was a bandage. This is starting to get ******** weird. Hearing the door open, I noticed two elderly looking adults walk inside with tears in their eyes. "Brendon?" Alright, so my name is Brendon. That's a start. "Honey, I'm so happy you're alright." Suddenly the woman ran over to me, and started crying. Her arms wrapped around me, as the man stood in the back with a smile on his face. "Thank you, but who are you?" I don't even think I ******** met them before in my life. This was the first time I have seen them. "Honey, it's me your mother--Maryanne." Meeting her gaze, my mind went all fuzzy. She was my mother? If she was my mother, than that guy in the back was probably my father. "Hi, mom. Hi, dad." Noticing how bright her smile was, I also smiled. Alright, so far so good. I seriously need to find a way out of this damn forsaken white room.

"Brendon, we'll be right back. Okay?" Nodding at the statement, I watched my parents leave. The next person who came in was a woman. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt, and a blue blouse. She looked pretty damn hot. Watching her walk over, I blinked at the sight. Okay, who the hell is this? "Brendon, sweetheart. I was oh, so worried about you." She began to state, as she sat on the corner of the bed. "I hope you feel better soon, dear." Feeling her kiss on my lips, my eyes grew wide in shock. What the hell is going on!? "I hope you get better before our wedding." Watching her leave, my hand went up to touch my lips. Since when was I getting married? Bringing both hands to my face, I didn't even know what to think anymore. Everything was just so ******** weird. I don't even know what to believe anymore. Reviewing the events, I had just met my parents, along with my fianceé. Who else did this world forget to introduce to me?

Leaning back in my pillow, I slid myself back down until I was laying on the bed. This was way to ******** confusing for me. So, when I see this other woman wrapping her arms around me, I looked at the windows. I seriously didn't even hear her walk inside. Rolling my eyes, I pushed her off. "Who the hell are you?" I asked, while looking at her. She was pretty, but I already had a fianceé, right? Damn, I don't even know what to think anymore. I'm just so ******** confused.

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With how smoothly the day was going, Trent Knight wasn't expecting to die. He was expecting so much more. Who knew that someone who was about to lose his life could feel peaceful. He always wondered what it was like to die, and now he got his answer. Unfortunately. He felt nothing. He couldn't tell that he was losing large amounts of blood, or that the light was fading away. His eyes just remained closed, as he continued to hear the screams of people around him. Time seemed to have slowed down. He wanted to open his eyes and tell everyone that he was going to be okay, but he couldn't. It was as if he had lost all feeling in his body. He was paralyzed. The only thing he could do was remember his life and how it all came together until now. After all these years, he never did fulfill his dreams of becoming a photographer. He always wanted to become one, and travel the world...but sadly. He wouldn't be able to, unless there was a way to get rid of a bullet that was practically five inches underneath his skin. Where were his parents? Where was Brendon?

Suddenly, he heard a voice that he didn't recognize. Obviously by the way the person spoke, it was a girl. Not having the strength to think about who she was, he continued to lie there waiting to see what she could do. She probably wouldn't be able to save him. It was surprising that he didn't even hear the ambulance sirens yet, or the police rushing to the scene. "Damn it, Trent! Look at me!" Her voice stated, as he desperately tried so hard to do so. Feeling the pressure of someone's hands on his chest, he remained still. What was going on, he questioned as time continued to stand still. Feeling the pressure increase, he felt as if someone was trying to push the bullet out of him. "Come on, Trent! Stay with me here!" Feeling a drop of water hit his face, he began to steadily breath. Hearing glass break, Trent suddenly opened his eyes and saw the trio in the distance running out the door. Sitting up, he examined his chest, which seemed to be completely healed. "What the hell!?" He questioned the scene, as jumped straight to his feet. Ketchup now covered his work uniform, as he noticed the bullet a few inches away from when he was standing. Looking both directions, he bent down and picked up the bullet. 'To think this was in me.'

Turning around to face the diner, he noticed that no one was there. Tumble weed was practically everywhere. "Brendon?" He questioned, as he walked around the diner with the bullet in hand. He had to get rid of it, but where. Trash can? No, if his parents found it they would question him. Outside? No, what if the cops saw him up and walking. Inside his house? Hell no. He wouldn't know where to being if his house was searched. Placing the bullet in his pocket, he began to pick up the chairs that fell because of the chaos. "Trent?" Brendon stated, while slowly getting out from underneath the counter. Looking down at the place where his best friend was, he began to panic. "TRENT! WHERE THE ******** ARE YOU!?" He yelled as he kicked the counter. "ANSWER ME, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!?" With a smirk on his face, Trent slowly crept up behind Brendon and tapped him on the shoulder. "HOLY [********]" Brendon jumped before turning around to find Trent in the flesh, alive and walking. "Shouldn't you be...wait. Weren't you on the floor...wait. I don't know what to say..." Brendon stated, as his eyes grew wide. With a smile on his face, Trent shook his head. "Dude, I wouldn't even know where to being." Picking up where he left off with cleaning, his right hand touched the bullet in his pocket. "Help me clean, will you?" Tossing the rag over to his best friend, he walked over to the corner and grabbed the mop.

Cleaning up all the ketchup and the glass, he wasn't expecting his parents to frantically run in with the police by their sides. "Honey, Trent! Are you okay?" Meeting his mother's gaze, he noticed how frantic she looked. Yet again, it was his mother. It's no doubt that she would be worrying. "Mom, I'm okay." He stated with a smile that would hopefully reassure her. The next thing he knew, he was sitting down in a booth with his parents, while the police officers were in front of him. They began to ask him questions about the appearances of the men. Briefly describing how they looked like, Trent nervously touched the bullet in his pocket. The last question, however, caught him off guard. "Son, we heard a gun fire. Didn't you get shot?" The officer asked while looking at the whole through the son's apron. "Oh no. I'm pretty sure that was just Brendon, my best friend, who dropped the blender." Trent stated with a shrug. There was absolutely no way he was going to tell the officials what happened, since after all he had to find Skyla-Arabella tomorrow. He was going to confront her and ask how did she save him? "So, if you see anything suspicious, let us know." Watching the officers leave, Trent sighed. Letting go of the bullet, he brought his hands to his side. Sliding out of the booth with his parents, they told him to finish cleaning up the place. Picking up where he left off, he continued to clean the diner with Brendon, while his parents went upstairs to their house. "See ya ma. I'll come by at around 7:00 tomorrow." Brendon patted his shoulder, before heading out the diner himself. Locking up the shop, Trent examined the ketchup stain one more time before heading upstairs himself. Today had been one interesting day. Hopefully, no one would be talking about this event tomorrow at school. Yet again, it was inevitable. Of course they were going to talk about Trent Knight almost dying, since what else does Roswell have other than aliens? Gossip from the citizens of course.

occ: can we time skip to tomorrow? possibly during their biology class at school?

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Dakota Lillian Simmons
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For some reason, I found it funny when he asked if I did the groceries. Laughing at the statement, I rolled my eyes. "Yes. I do the groceries, since my mom isn't alive anymore... and my dad's always busy." I never really liked telling others about my past, but for some reason it seemed okay. Sure, I miss my mom. I really do, but I guess God needed her more than I did. Not that I don't mind or anything, she's probably in a better place. Looking straight at the road in front of me, both of us grew quiet. It wasn't the quiet that was peaceful, it was the awkward type. The really awkward type. I didn't really know what to say. I could ask him about what he thought of the play and all, but with the way he keeps staring at the clock, I probably shouldn't. I wondered what my dad was doing at around this time. Probably preparing a sermon for this Sunday? Making dinner? Oh wait. It was my job to cook tonight. Never mind. He probably was busy writing his sermon. What Caleb told me next really caught me off guard. He was willing to help me? Shocked, I didn't really know what to say. The only thing I could do was smile at the offer. "Well, if you don't mind. My list is pretty long." Yeah, it was long. I won't deny that. My father went overload with food again, ever since we had that potluck at Church last Sunday. Our fridge was practically empty, so hopefully seventy dollars would cover everything on this list.

Turning left, I decided to park my car close to the entrance. Hopefully, it would prevent us from walking with grocery bags that weighted ten pounds all the way across the lot. Taking the keys, I just realized that I didn't have any other way of carrying my things without showing off this tainted bag. I sighed. I had to come up with something. There was no way I was going to take that bag inside. Not after what happened. Observing myself in the mirror, I noticed that my eyes weren't red anymore. Okay, that was a good sign. But that didn't stop myself from noticing how bad my bag looked. Then I remembered I had tissues. Getting out of my car, I opened the door and reached for my bag. Bringing the tissues out, I began trying to get rid of the mess that took over my bag. "Sorry. It won't take too long." Observing my handy work, my bag didn't look that bad. The colors from the ketchup, mayonnaise, and mustard changed the dark brown into a lighter, faded color. I thought it looked pretty cool. After using some hand sanitizer, I decided to change my look. Taking off my headband, I threw it in the back, as I ran a hand through my hair. Letting my curly hair drop to my side, I couldn't keep myself from smiling. I felt so much better.

Slinging my bag--well my new renovated bag--on my shoulder, I pulled out the list. "I really appreciate the help Caleb." Shoot. I think I sounded like an old lady when I said that. Pursing my lips, I tried to think of how to say thanks, without sounding too old-fashioned. "I mean thanks." Maybe that sounded better. I never really understood the way the people at my school talked. It was just so foreign, well to me at least. Dad always told me to use "proper" English, kind of how the Brits have their grammatical regulations. Wait, I don't think that's it. Oh well, never mind. Waiting for Caleb to get out of my car, I crossed my arms over my chest. Peeking at the watch on my wrist, I had about thirty minutes. Okay, so that gave me about twenty minutes to shop...and ten minutes to drop Caleb home and get home myself. Maybe I would have to call, and tell dad that I'll be late. I won't lie, of course. I'll just tell him the truth about giving Caleb a ride. Yet again, my dad never liked the Felkers. Well, based on what he's heard at least. He always wanted the best for me, and I'm lucky to have a father like him in my life.

After what seemed like ages, Caleb finally got out of my car. It was about time. Well, I thinking of ways of how to speed up the process, it was either I split the list in half or we go shopping together. I think I like the idea about splitting the list in half. Ripping it straight in the middle, I gave the other half to him. "Well, here you go. Meet me at the cashier, when you're finished." I was sure to put him in charge of getting the canned foods and frozen products, while I got the fruits, vegetables, and meats. That should do it. "See you in a few." And with that, I headed straight towards the fruits and vegetables. Dad always told me to pick the best. The better the quality, the better the food. Speaking of food, I already noticed that majority of the good ones were gone. Oh well, I'm bound to find something...

Picking up the last item, I began making my way over to the registers. My basket was loaded to the brim, and it was quite heavy. I could manage. It wasn't that big of a deal. So far, so good. Well, that was until I noticed some people from school. They were talking about me digging through the trash. Great, just great. Honestly, I was over that. So, who cares if they were talking about me. People like them need to find some better way to spend the rest of their lives. I know that sounded harsh, but it's the truth. Setting the basket down in between my feet, I waited for Caleb to show up with the other groceries. Hopefully, he was able to read my hand writing.

occ: it's fine.
i liked it. (:
oh man, i hate storms too. ):
they're scary.

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Okay, so this girl claims to be my best friend? People out of no where are introducing themselves as my parents, fiancée, and now a best friend. If anyone wanted to show up, now would be the time! "Y-You're my best friend? I began, as my head continued to feel fuzzy. Listening to what she had to say, I could tell that she looked frantic--almost hysterical actually. "Alright, if we grew up together, so that does make us best friends..." Looking at her expressions, she suddenly grew quiet. Was it something I said? Sitting up in the hospital bed, I began to scratch as the bandages wrapped around my head. That reminds me, I have never once looked at a mirror ever since I woke up in this place. Looking down for the first time, I noticed I was wearing one of those plastic, blue gowns. So, I was in a hospital. That would explain all the tubes, bandages, and expressions from everyone who came to visit me. Well at least everyone, except my fiancée, who seemed as calm as ever. Recalling the event, I shook my head in confusion. Damn. I can't remember how I got here in the first place. Bringing my hands back down to my side, I began to close my eyes. Maybe some shuteye will help me remember...


FIVE DAYS LATER

"Brendon, dear. Let's get going." Whoa, this was my first time standing up, and I'm basically towering over everyone. My mom, the doctor, the nurses...well everyone except for my dad, who seemed to be at least four inches taller than me. Nodding at her statement, I watched my parents sign some paperwork. Taking a seat at the bench, I was beginning to wonder where my best friend was. What was her name again? Riley? Jenny? Uh. Oh yeah. Tucker. After her last visit, I was beginning to wonder what she meant about us growing up together. So, were we neighbors back then, or something? For some reason, my head is beginning to hurt from thinking way too damn hard. Looking up from my seat, I noticed a clipboard right in front of me. "Sign the paper, Mr. Jacobs." Glancing at the doctor, I took the pen from his hand and signed my name 'Brendon Jacobs'. Observing the scene, everything seemed to surreal. The place was busy. I could have sworn I even heard sirens. What bothered me the most, was that the place was white--way too ******** white. Scary white. Especially with how bright the lights were, it was blinding to the eyes. It was seriously getting on my nerves. Touching my wrist, I felt nothing but a cast. The doctors insisted that I would wear one on my right wrist, even though I have absolutely no idea how I ended up with it.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I gently pushed it off. I didn't need compassion or smothering right now, I needed answers. And stat. "Come on, son. Let's get to the car." Getting up to my feet, I observed the hospital for the last time. Goodbye white walls. "We're bringing you home." Finally, I was going hom-wait. I had a home? How far was it from here? Since Tucker and I were ... best friends, does that mean I'll get to see her again? Speaking off her, where did my fiancée run off to? Don't get me wrong or anything, I'm not interesting in marriage at the moment, but the next time I see her. I'm going to ask her why her and are are ******** getting married in the first place. That, would have to wait for later though. As I headed down the elevators with my family, I noticed an old man standing in the corner. Noticing a smile on his face, I smiled back. Poor guy, he's probably been here way longer than I've been here. Maybe, he'll end up going home with his family one day--just like how I am now. Heading out the entrance, we ended up in the parking lot where tons of empty cars were. Following my parents, I had no idea which car was ours. Feeling that ache in my head again, I smacked myself. Damn brain. My head was probably hurting because I was thinking too hard, or maybe too much. Coming to a stop, I looked at our car. It was a dark gray van. Stepping inside, I took the right seat. "Let us know if you get hungry, okay?" Looking out the window, I nodded.

The whole drive back home, was long and boring. I didn't even notice that I was fading in and out of conscience, by the time we arrived. I was still tired. Those hospital beds weren't exactly what you could call "comfortable." They were the total opposite, which was probably why my back was hurting like hell. Watching my dad park the van in front of this three-story, average home, I got out and headed straight inside. Turning the door nob, I noticed it was already unlocked. "What the ********]" Someone had somehow gotten into my home. Heading straight inside, I looked around. The concern of the front door being unlocked, slipped my mind as I headed upstairs. Looking through each room, I found one that had my name on it. Entering inside, the room was painted dark blue, with a bed in the corner, and a desk on the other side. Posters crowded the walls, as a tv sat in front of the bed. Walking over to the closet, I opened the doors and found clothes that looked like mine inside. Taking a seat on the bed, I continued to gaze around the room. Hearing my parents downstairs, I ran downstairs to where their voices were.

"Hey, Tucker." Tucker? Heading straight into the living room, I noticed her sitting on the brown recliner. She was here. Taking the seat right across from Tucker, I sat down. "Hey." If anyone was going to help me remember what happened, I know she would help me. "Okay, now that we're all here and accounted for.." Dad began as him and mom sat down on the couch in between us. "Let's get to the point." Watching him open a suitcase, I noticed that tons of photographs were inside. "Tucker, could you please help us try and get him to remember?" Looking between my parents and Tucker, I was lost. Help me remember what? The photographs? Looking at the one my dad put in front of me, it was a picture of a little boy holding hands with a girl. They were smiling at the camera with carefree expressions. "Is that suppose to be you mom? And is the guy suppose to be you dad?" I honestly didn't know what was going on. If this was how they were going to help me remember, then they might as well get me a psychiatrist.

occ: hope you didn't mind that Tucker was inside their house.

[RiGHTEOUS HiPPiE]

Dakota Lillian Simmons
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lovexxisxxpatient,xxlovexxisxxkind.
Itxxdoesxxnotxxenvy,xxitxxdoesxxnotxxboast,xxit xxisxxnotxxproud.
Itxxisxxnotxx rude,xxitxxisxxnotxxself-seeking,xxitxxisxxnotxxeasilyxxangered, xxitxx keepsxxnoxxrecordxx ofxxwrongs.
Lovexxdoesxxnotxxdelightxxinxxevil,xxbutxxrejoicesxxwithxxthexxtruth.
Itxxalwaysxxprotects,xxalwaysxxtrusts,xxalwaysxxhopes,xxalwaysxxperseveres.
Lovexxneverxxfails.xx 1xxCorinthiansxx13:4
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Looking down at the cart, I already realized that half of the items inside, were totally the wrong ones. If I had the time, I would go back and get the right ones--but a change of food wouldn't be bad every once in a while. Watching him pick up the heavy basket, made me feel a bit ... well bad. I never liked it when people did things for me, even if it was out of the kindest of their hearts. Opening my mouth, I was about to say something, but I decided not to. If he was going to help me, then I might as well let him. I should really stop being indecisive. Smiling at his remark about the items, I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Don't worry about it." Retrieving my wallet, I waited until all the items were rung, before I got out the cash. Noticing the price on the screen, it read $60.25. Not bad, for about eighty something items or so. Handing the lady the money, I patiently waited to get my change. Once I got home, I would most likely put the money in my savings jar. Or maybe I could give it to dad. I don't know, but I'll think of something.

Surprisingly, I was beginning to enjoy his company. Caleb wasn't that bad. He was actually really nice. I don't know why people talk about him so badly at school. Sure, he's gotten in trouble a few times, but I'm starting to wonder why he's not acting all mean to me. Not that I don't mind his kindness, it's just very odd. I didn't notice how he was acting the whole time we walked over to my car, since I was thinking too much again. But, I did notice him suddenly walking right by my side. Nodding my head up and down, I didn't quite get that either. His apologetic look however, was even more confusing. Opening the trunk, I began setting the bags inside. Glancing at my watch, I was right. I have about ten minutes to get Caleb home, along with myself. Hearing his voice, I turned and nodded my head back in forth as in a 'no'. "Nope, but I'm pretty sure it's somewhere near where I live." Most people, exception of my dad and the elderly citizens at church, didn't exactly get my sense of humor. Even Penny didn't understand it sometimes, though she tried to laugh at it. I think I should try and call her tonight. Maybe apologize and all, but that would have to wait until after I get Caleb home.

Laughing at my joke, I got inside my car. He probably didn't get it. Remembering the play, I began to think of when we could start rehearsing. "When do you think we could start practicing our lines?" I know dad wouldn't mind having him over, well just as long as we weren't in my room. We would have to be in the living room. As for the singing in the play, I honestly didn't even know if Caleb could sing. I'll probably find that out once we get started. Hopefully, that would be real soon, otherwise I wouldn't even know how to describe Ms. Garber's reaction. It wouldn't be pretty that's for sure. Backing out of the parking lot, I made sure that the coast was clear before I drove out into the street. I hate it when people suddenly come out of nowhere. It scares the living daylights out of me. "Caleb." I began, as I looked at the rear-view mirror. "Thanks a lot for the help." This was probably the second time I said thanks, but I didn't really know what else to say. I am thankful. In fact, very thankful.

Stopping at the red light, I didn't exactly know where to go. "I could really use some directions, now. Please and thank you." Either way he would have to tell me sooner or later, since I didn't really have that much time at this light.


occ: yay (:
oh, trust me i hate walking in hail, but i love it.
it hailed on my birthday, which was in the middle of summer xD

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If you haven't already noticed, I'm Spanish--well at least half. My mom, Isabella Deltorres is the Spainard, while my father Carson Cassion was full-blooded American. What's that? You haven't heard of my parents? That's odd, since after all my mom's a famous international model. She's worked for the big names: Prada, Louis Vitton, Chanel, Armani, and Doir. As for my father, he's a photographer, who mainly specializes in taking pictures of models. They met during one of her modeling sessions in Spain. After that, they fell in love, got married, had my older brother a year later, and finally had me two years after that. If you see me with my parents, you'll noticed that I inherited my mother's beautiful looks, and my father's out-spoken, optimistic attitude. As for my brother? He got my father's look, and my mom's energetic, cocky attitude. Still to this day, my parents are working their asses off at work. Even though they're hardly home, they still rake in the money. I don't really care about my parents, since they were never around. Plus, I was never really close to my parents anyways. In fact, they weren't even the ones who took care of me. Our maid, Delores, took care of both me and my brother, Danny. I don't even consider my other mother, as my "mom", since that job's already taken by Delores.

Well, people around here know me as France, which I personally think is kind of funny. I'm Spanish and yet here I am walking around representing my country's neighbor. Ha, but I never really did like the name Loralie. It just gives off this weird vibe. France sounds more classy, and well me. As for the "the intelligent jockette," it's pretty simple. My label literary means I'm smart, brain smart. I know jocks aren't normally smart, but I'm smart intelligent. Street smart, and book smart. I know what to do to make your live a living hell, and get me straight a's in school. Simply as that. As for the 'jockette' part, I love playing sports. It doesn't matter which ones, I play all of them. If I had to pick a favorite, it would definitely be soccer, or as the Spaniards call it, fútbol. My brother got me addicted to sports, and I really need to find a way to thank him for that. Unlike my parents, I don't have any interest what so ever in modeling or photography. Both can go to hell for all I care. Just thinking about them, makes me want to gag. If I'm not running outside or playing sports, I'll either be inside reading a book or outside with my best friends. Honestly, these girls are simply amazing. Since I'm the oldest of the group, I'm very overprotective when it comes to my friends. I guess you could also call me the "big sister," since I'm always looking out for others. Or maybe it just comes natural with being the oldest, I don't know. It was always the other way around for my family. Majority of the time, I'm pretty much down-to-earth. I'm friendly with just about everyone, that is if you're on my good side. Yes, I tend think a lot, and I over analyze things way too much, but that comes with having a huge brain. Avoid ticking me off though. If you do happen to piss me off, you better start running, but it's not like I won't catch up to you anyways. I pretty much have the endurance, strength, and skill to hurt you.

I'm not really excited about these new guys. The girls and I have heard pretty bad things about them, and I'm not about to become their ******** friend either. Though, I wouldn't mind having a little bit of competition every now or then when it comes to school and sports. I also wouldn't mind giving them a taste of their own medicine either. Now, that would be interesting.




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"Okay, fine. I'll calm down." Hearing Megan's statement, Zini glared in her direction. "You knew. You knew that your best friend was royal, and yet you didn't even tell her?" Clenching her teeth at the statement, she ignored her presence as she waited for Leo to explain. Taking a deep sigh, she crossed one leg over the other and rested her hands on the table. Placing her chin in her palm, she rolled her eyes. Glancing both left and right, she noticed that people at the tables, along with the waiters were looking in their direction. If she had it her way, she would flick them off. Ignoring their presence, she quietly listened to Leo's explanation. "Leo, I'm sorry." He didn't deserve to get spazzed at. Her only option would be to talk to her parents. Yes, it was true that her mother strongly disliked the "royal scene," but Brooke couldn't escape the fact that she would soon be queen one day, since after all Demetri's parents, Marianne and Viktor Vladamir are still ruling. She also knew that her father was very stressed out at the moment, so it probably wouldn't be a good idea to bring it up at the moment--but knowing Ziniada...she'll most likely bring up the conversation anyways. It's not her fault that she inherited Brooke's hardheaded, b***hy attitude. The whole concept of genetics is to blame.

Listening to Leo's explain even further, her mouth grew wide. "Wait." She stated as she began to add everything together. That conversation about the royals, the reason why they were here, the expensive, hotel, and the paparazzi. Of course. It was obvious. Ziniada Irina Vladamir was indeed Princess of Russia. "Leo, since you're the oldest...you'll be king one day right?" She questioned, before he stated that he was going to be king. "So, that makes me future queen o-of R-Russia?" The princess couldn't believe what just came out of her mouth. Her eyes were still wide, as she turned towards Noelle. "You were right." She mouthed at her sister, as she sank into her chair. Bringing her hand up to her head, she began to massage her temples. This was just way too much for her to handle. Remembering the questions that the reporters asked her, she quickly answered them in her head. It's no wonder why her parents always assigned each of the Vladamir girls three guards. It was also no wonder why she didn't know about her status, since they were living in England. It was almost as if her parents wanted to keep her away from it all, but why? Why, was the main question.

"Can I see the menu?" Reaching for the booklet, she noticed that her hands were shaking. So many emotions flowed through her, that she didn't know whether or not to feel excited, hurt, amazed, betrayed, furious, or happy. It was just so compelling for the girl to even comprehend. Opening the menu, her eyes stopped at the crème caramel. Zini had always been a sucker for custards, it was her absolute favorite. That and puddings. "Leo, I'll have a crème caramel." Sitting up in her seat, she uncrossed her legs and gazed around the café. No one was looking at their table anymore, as the locals finally kept to themselves. 'Ha, finally.' She was royal. Ziniada Vladamir was going to be a possible queen of Russia. "Noelle, how is this going to work?" She questioned her duties. "I mean, I haven't even been to Russia!" Just thinking about the country, made her smile. Remembering her attitude towards Megan, she sent her an apologetic look. "Megan, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to act all b****y towards you..." Megan Lawrence, didn't deserve to hear Ziniada's toilet mouth. Only people who pissed her off, deserved a piece of her mind.

Hearing Olly state something in Norwegian, completely confused her mind. She didn't even notice that he was here. "Absolutely, not." She stated, as she smiled at the boy. "Hey Olly." The last time she saw the boy was probably last January, when she went to his mother's concert. His mom was an amazing singer. Speaking of which, where was his sister? "I don't think I saw your sister. Is she doing okay?" Ziniada and Olly's sister were really close friends. They were almost as close as Leo was with Elliana. The whole time, she completely forgot about Ash. Looking in his direction, he looked shocked. Blinking at the sight, she snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Ashby? You okay?" Obviously, he didn't look so okay, but it wouldn't hurt to just see how he was doing. After all that, Ash probably felt the same way as Zini at the moment.

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Ignoring Ziniada's outbursts, he sat quietly in the cafe's seat. All these years his parents had been hiding that fact that he was part royal. Honestly, the seventeen-year-old didn't even know how to take the news. Unlike Ziniada's sudden excitement, he was left merely cold--and well shocked. Who else knew that he was royal? Obviously the world knew. Did the legacies know? Cyrus, Megan, Knox, and Libby? Libby. Did she know that there was a part of him that he didn't even know himself? "Okay, Leo." He began slowly as the information slowly sank in. "We're royal. We're princes..." That would explain everything. Everything from his mom's unknown past to the reporters on the street. It just completely rang a bell. So, it wasn't because he was too young to handle the truth, it was because his parents were waiting until he was eighteen. Leo, who already was two years older, knew before him. He was the oldest, after all. He didn't exactly know how to take the news. Exhaling loudly, he began to watch his cousin change expressions. 'Wait, since Zini's the oldest...does that mean that she has a possibility of becoming queen of Russia?' Nodding his head up and down, he realized that it was a possible. Picturing the thought of Ziniada Vladamir as a queen made the boy laugh.

"Sorry, Leo." He didn't deserve to hear that. Leo and Ash were close brothers. They were always there for each other, and Leo didn't deserve to hear that bullshit from his mouth. Not knowing what else to say, he realized that Libby didn't write him back yet. Taking out his phone, he began rereading through the texts they sent back and forth. Sure, there were probably only four-six, but they meant a lot to him. This was probably the first time he had liked a girl so much. Remembering the last girl he liked, he shuddered at the thought. Her name was Maryanne. Pretty, yes. But she had this personality issue. She was only nice to him, while she acted like a total b***h towards the rest of his family. Ever since the end of that, he soon met Libby Forbes at one of her swim meets. She is the reason why the Paxon boy rereads all the messages over and over again. Call him a hopeless romantic, but Ash was just being himself. Gazing up from his phone, he looked around the cafe. It was a nice place. People were everywhere though. Locals, business workers, and waiters were all chatting around them. The whole time, he continued to keep to himself. Everything Leo said, didn't exactly sink in yet. It almost did, but not yet.

Pulling the menu out of Zini's hand, he scanned through the selection. By now it was probably eleven, so lunch would be appropriate. Looking for any signs of a full meal, he stopped at the steak frites. Hearing his stomach growl at the sight, he just had to eat this. Showing the menu at his brother, he pointed to the picture of the meal, that seemed to good to be true. "Please and thank you." Hearing his own voice crack at how delicious the meal sounded, he rolled his eyes. Ash being hungry was like the world turning upside down. Impossible and yet likely at the moment. Right now he wanted to eat more than anything. Recalling his mother, he realized that she didn't even bring any snacks on the trip. Bringing his head to the table, he already missed the English snacks. Moaning at the fact, he continued to sit there with his head on the table. Slowly lifting his head from the table, he slumped back in his seat. Calculating the time it would take for the meal to get here, he came to the conclusion that it would take half an hour. Rolling his eyes at the thought, he sank even deeper into his seat. Ziniada's voice brought him back to life. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking..." He wasn't lying. He was thinking. Thinking of food, being half-royal, and why Libby didn't write him back yet.

Pulling out his iTouch, placed his earphones on, and turned on the device. Scrolling down to "Waste Myself" by This Providence, the song began playing. This song was one of Ash's favorites. He had met the band once, and they told him that the song was about a relationship with a girl. The guy was madly in love with the girl, until she "set him on fire," which brought this relationship "walking on a wire," meaning that the relationship could end any minute. Tapping his foot to the melody, he didn't even notice Olly come over. Ash talked to Olly, but he didn't exactly know him. Just to be nice, he smiled at the guy, as the song changed to "Squeaking Wheels and White Lights." Another one of his personal favorites. Pulling one earphone out of his ear, he looked over at Zini, who seemed perfectly fine. 'Man, her mood swings are really starting to scare me...' Laughing at his thought, he noticed Megan and Olly take the empty seats on the ends of the table. "Any one have any ideas about where to go next?" Knowing Megan, she would probably drag everyone down to the shopping district, but Ash wouldn't mind. He had to get his hands on an Armani suit.

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Watching Jacob walk out of the room, made Daniella close her eyes at the thought. Surprisingly, she was beginning to miss his company. Out of all these years, she hasn't felt the same way she felt with Jacob with any other guy. It was different from every other guy she met. He had this aura, that completely blinded her, and yet made her feel happy. Happy for the first time in ages. Recalling the conversation she had, she paced herself around the room. He was going to try and find a way to make things convenient for both Lauren and Connor. Jacob was considerate. Something all the guys in her past lacked. They would always ignore her feelings, before considering what she wanted. Her relationships all ended the same way--her breaking up with the guy, which left the guy heart broken. That same cycle lasted throughout high school and throughout college. All leaving her at a dead end. Shaking her head at the thought, it wasn't the time to be thinking about her past, or her sudden infatuation involving how Jacob made her feel alive. Now, she had to get appointments made and paper work done. After all, being a counselor wasn't going to be that easy. Stopping in her tracks, she casually made her way back to her desk, took a seat and went back to work. The next time she would hear from Jacob? Good question, even she didn't even know.




Gazing at the class, he noticed that half of the students look ... bored out of their minds. Noticing that no one wanted to help him, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Would anyone be interested in helping me f-" Looking up he noticed Lauren, with her head down. What he really wanted to do was walk over, and ask her what was wrong, but that would have been weird. Right now he was suppose to be a biology teacher, not a counselor. Averting his attention back to the whole class, he finally noticed an arm in the air. It was Diane. He had seen her staring at him before in the hallways. It always drove Mr. Daniels away from her piercing stares. Something about her frightened him, but it was only just his imagination. Recalling the event that happened earlier this week, he remembered seeing a shadow lurking outside his officer. Investigating the sight, he found nothing but heart shaped chocolates outside his door. The whereabouts of those chocolates? They were rotting away in the trash bin. Obviously, they were from Diane. Focusing his attention back to the girl, he finally gave in. "Yes. He began while sighing in between his words. "Diane."

Watching the girl instantly stand up from her seat, she confidently made her way to where Mr. Daniels's was standing. "The supplies are in the closet," She quickly stated while slurring her words together. Trying to understand her, Mr. Daniels realized that he didn't get anything from what she said. "But other than that, the class and are interested in knowing if you're dating anyone?" She began, as she slowly paced around him. Watching her circle him, made him roll his eyes with irritation. 'When will people stop ******** talking about this bullshit!?' Ignoring her comment, he walked over to the closets that were right next to Mr. Ackermann's desk. With one shot, he had picked the right closet. Picking up the box full of goggles he gave them to Diane. "Now, instead of asking people about their personal life, I suggest you start helping me pass out supplies, Ms. Sanders." Suddenly, the class was in an uproar. Connor had just told the b***h off. "Whoa, dude! Mr. Daniels just totally told her off." Hearing a high-five, it seemed as if the class had been brought to life. Hearing more comments about how he shut up the queen, made him laugh. He was beginning to like being a sub, but of course he like counseling more.

Diane, on the other hand, was pissed. Slamming each pair of safety goggles at the table, she gave every single person in the room a piercing glare. "Everyone, I suggest you place them on now. For I'm about to bring in the real experiment in a few." Walking out of the classroom, he wheeled in a tray full of plastic containers. "Diane, I need your help up here." Turning her face back at Mr. Daniels she flashed him a fake smile. "What is it?" She asked, as she realized that she couldn't stay mad at a babe like Connor. "Could you help me pass out these pig hearts?" Watching her face change from delight to disgust, made him smirk. He was beginning to like this. "Um..." Diane began as the color from her face slowly disappeared. "Um..." She turned around and sat back down at her seat. 'I thought so.'

As he began to hand out trays, every now or then he would look up to see how Lauren was doing. He knew that she probably felt uncomfortable at the moment, but that was Lauren. She always seemed terrified when Mr. Daniels was around. If only he could change that. Maybe she would see him as a friend, rather than an enemy.

OOC: I am so sorry it took so long!
And, I didn't really know what to write for Daniella, since she's basically a minor character at the moment.

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Trent had not gotten a single ounce of sleep last night. He was too busy trying to think about who, or what saved him. Plus, he was practically tossing and turning last night. Even though he was tired as hell, he knew he had to get going to school. 'Damn school. Why can't we have a day off!?' Obviously, a day off wouldn't happen since it was the first day of school. The first day of being at the top. The first day as a senior. Slowly walking to the bathroom, he splashed some cold water on his face. Seeing that didn't work, he hopped into the shower. Emerging from the bathroom, he was fully dressed. Heading downstairs, he noticed that his parents were already up and working at the diner. "Morning, Trent." Catching the cup of coffee being thrown his way, he smile at his father. "Morning. He stated with a yawn. "Have a nice day!" Smirking at his parents, he rolled his eyes in amusement. Of course, he was going to have a nice day. A nice day trying to find Skyla-Arabella, or at least someone who looked like her. Heading outside, the bright sunlight made him blink. It was only 7:30 in the morning, and yet the beams were blinding. If he had the choice, he would just immediately turn around and go back to bed. Taking a sip of the steaming, hot coffee Trent could feel himself walking up.

"Trent, dude." Looking at Brendon through the car windows, he took another sip of the coffee. "You look like hell." Laughing at the sight, Trent ignored him and got inside. "Shut up and drive." Tossing his bag over his seat, Brendon shifted the gear into first and headed straight for school. "Let me guess..." His best friend began while looking at the rear-view mirrors. "You were thinking about what happened yesterday, weren't you?" Holding the cup in between his hands, Trent rolled down the windows. "Yeah." Being the calculating person he was, it was no wonder he was still pondering about what happened. "Hm." Their conversation faded, as Brendon pulled the car into the school's parking lot. Reaching for his bag, Trent slung it over his shoulder. Searching for Skyla-Arabella, he noticed her across the lot walking inside. "Dude, let's go." Brendon stated. while locking his car. "Dude, just go on without me." With that he ran through the parking lot. As people greeted him, he continued running. With his luck, he ran into a crowd of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. They were pushing their way through the entrance. Losing sight of her shadow, he realized that there was no way of getting through. Picking up the pace, he began to shove his way through the crowd. Suddenly, he realized it was too late. The bell for class rang. "Damn." Bending over, he tried to catch his breath. Throwing the empty container in the trash can, he stood up and headed over to the table where they were handing out schedules. "Trenton Knight. You're late again." Looking up, he noticed it was the counselor, Mrs. Allman. Giving an apologetic look he headed over to AP Biology, his first class.

The hallways weren't crowded anymore, as it was just only him walking to class. Looking around the class, he finally saw her. She was in the same class. Taking the only seat left, which happened to be only a table away from Skyla-Arabella's, he dropped his bag on the ground. Listening to the teacher's instructions about their experiment with cheek cells, his attention diverted to her when she walked up the front of the room. 'Cheek cells could make someone sick?' He questioned, as he watched her head out of the room. Last year, they shared a human anatomy class together. Every single time they had an experiment involving human tissue, cells, or blood, she would pick up her things and head over the nurse. He had never noticed it before, until now. Picking up a tooth pick, he scrapped some of his own cells and placed them on the slide. Placing a drop of methylene blue on top of the cells on the slide, he carefully set the coverslip on top. Turning on the microscope, he observed his own round cells underneath the device. Quickly sketching his work, he brought it up to Mr. Dales. "Here's my work. Can I use the restroom?" Snatching his paper, Mr. Dales nodded. Grabbing the pass he headed outside towards the nurse's office.

Heading inside, he looked around for any sight of her. "Mr. Knight. Are you not feeling well?" Meeting the teacher's gaze, he looked around the room. He was avoiding eye contact. "No. I'm looking for someone." Exiting the room, he continued to run down the hallways looking for her. He had some many questions to ask, and yet the most important one yet was why she saved him. Normally, people wouldn't save Trent. He was a calculating a**-hole, who at times, only thought of himself. He didn't deserve to be saved, and yet here he was now--running around acting like he didn't die yesterday. Even though in actuality, it was his second life. Stopping in front of Ms. Power's room, he noticed that the door wasn't locked. Ms. Power's came to their school last year as a chemistry teacher. Recalling the weird rumors he heard about her, she always locked her classroom, since she hated germs. One time, Brendon told him that he went to see her during lunch, but the door was locked. "Yeah, so I looked inside and she was there, eating her lunch with this whole plastic suit on. It was really weird. It's like she hates germs or something." Opening the door, he found someone sitting in the middle of the room.

Hearing the voice, he immediately recognized it. It was Skyla-Arabella's. Quietly, he decided to take a seat in the first desk he saw. Listening to her voice, he began to wonder why she was cursing at herself. "Why did you save me?" He questioned. Sure, it probably scared her living s**t out of her, but Trent wanted to know more than anything. Quietly, he continued to sit in the back, as he waited for her to answer his question.

occ: oh, that's fine.
thanks (:

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Two weeks have passed by quickly, as everything became stressful and chaotic. I didn't mind though, I finally was able to memorize all of my lines, even though it seemed impossible. I haven't spoken with Caleb, ever since our time at the grocery store. Ever since then, we just kept to ourselves. I didn't mind that he didn't need my help to begin with. I'm used to people neglecting my offers, since it happens all the time. Instead, I asked Mr. Lambard to help me with my roles. Mr. Lambard is my father's best friend. Like him, he is also a reverend. With his help, I managed to read my lines perfectly. Let's just hope Ms. Garber agrees. Hopefully, Caleb knows all of his lines. I don't even know if he gets stage fright, but probably not. Someone like him probably doesn't have stage fright, since he's ego is almost as big as this whole stage. I don't mean that in a bad way, but it's good to think of yourself in such a good way. Props to him. I seriously hope he doesn't take this West Side Story play too seriously. He doesn't even have to act all in character, since after all he's doing this in return for putting a poor underclassman's head in the toilet. Poor him. I'm pretty sure I saw the poor guy in the hallway last week. Anyways, if he does decide to take this seriously, then that doesn't mean that I'm taking it that way either. When Maria and Toni do have to kiss, I just hope that doesn't make him fall in love with me, for falling in love is the absolute last thing on my list.

Looking around the stage, I noticed that Caleb wasn't even here yet. Oh, jeez. I completely think that Ms. Garber is going to throw a fit pretty soon. Speaking of Ms. Garber, seems a bit tense right now. Everyone in the classroom even noticed as we're beginning our dress rehearsal over the whole play. "Daniel, don't forget to use gel, not spray in your hair!" Just hearing her now, makes me a bit scared. I wouldn't want to see her yell at me. "Did you bring the dress?" Turning behind me, I noticed Penny with a smile on her face. After her little fit over the roles, both of us are talking again. She even went as far as to help me picked out a dress for the role of Maria and help me with the make-up. "Yes, I brought the dress." Smiling as Penny literary pushed me over to a chair that was right in front of the mirror. "Now close your eyes." This whole time I was thinking, why completely dress up? It was only a dress rehearsal, but considering Ms. Garber's current state, she probably wanted us to act like this wasn't our rehearsal, but our actual show. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Slowly, I opened my eyes to the me in the mirror. I looked different. My eyes popped, as the mascara on my lashes felt weird. Fluttering my eyelashes, I couldn't believe that I could look so different. "Is this me?" I questioned, while looking at Penny in the reflection. "Yes, now let's get up and head to the dressing room. I knew this would look would match the dress perfectly!" Penny, was practically pulling me all the way there. It seems as if she couldn't contain her excitement, and honestly neither could I. Shutting the door behind us, she walked over and grabbed my dress from the closet. Putting the hanger in one hand, she turned me around and pushed me into the dressing room. "Now, we can't keep everyone waiting." Hearing her voice made me laugh. Emerging from the changing room, my feet felt wobbly. I definitely was not used to wearing heels. "Dakota! You look so pretty!" Gesturing that I should spin around, I followed her orders as I stopped in front of the mirror once again. Looking at myself, I just couldn't believe that I was wearing a dress as pretty as this. Noticing that she was also already dressed, she practically dragged me back to the stage.

"Now class, is everyone ready for scene four?" Ms. Garber asked with the script in her hand. Turning in my direction, a smile was now on her face. "Dakota, you look gorgeous!" Embarrassed at the complement, I just smiled. "Break a leg." Penny stated, as she went over to Daniel. Taking a deep breath, I walked on stage. Already the bright lights were hurting my eyes. While blinking, I stood on the left with the other Sharks, while the Jets were on the right. Two underclassmen took center stage as they both recited their lines perfectly. Who knew that they could do such a perfect job? Smiling at the sight, I was trying to hide the fact that I was really nervous. Swallowing hard, I knew that my lines would be coming up soon. "That's it, kids. Keep the ball rolling. Round she goes and where she stops, nobody knows. All right: here we go!" Okay, this is my que. As the two exited, the lights grew dim, as both groups (Sharks and Jets) set foot on the stage.

Slowly, I began walking towards the center of the stage. Steading my breathing, I kept my eyes on Caleb the whole time. Was he just as nervous as I was? Waiting for him to say the first line, I could feel my feet hurting. How knew heels could hurt so much? Stopping at the center, the light now moved to where both of us were standing, as the rest of the stage grew silent. Come on, Caleb. Say your lines. I know you can.

occ: haha, xD
nope, we were inside for my birthday.
but we didn't get to use the bouncy castle my parents rented though, sadly.
that's fine, thanks for letting me know.
i hope you have fun!

i had so much fun writing this post. lol.

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Attentively listening to Tucker, I gazed at the picture. The boy that was holding the girl's hand was me? Squinting at the sight, I couldn't really see any resemblance. In fact, it really looked more like my dad. Turning to look at the girl in the picture, I realized that it did look like Tucker. "It does look like us..." Pulling the picture from dad's hands, I closely examined it. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my head. Releasing the picture from my grip, I watched it fall to the dark maple colored floors. Sinking back in the chair, I crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn't expecting Tucker to tell me that the people in the back were her parents. Hell, I didn't even know what they looked like anyways. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of whether or not I remembered what my parents and Tucker were talking about--but nothing came to mind. I continuously drew nothing but blanks, which lead me to several dead ends. "No." I began. I didn't want to hurt Tucker's feelings, even though I already knew that I did so. "I don't remember."

Looking at the other picture she was holding, I quietly stared at this one. Recognizing the faces from the other picture my head began to sting. It was both of us once again. This time I was on the bottom, while she was on my back. Our smiles were carefree, and it looked as if we were in love? Wait, no that's not possible. I was in love? I don't even remember being in love. Hell, I don't remember any ******** thing. Shifting my weight in the seat, I began nodding my head back and forth. Why can't I remember anything? I know I had a life before this. Before waking up to the bare white walls in the hospital, but why can't I remember anything? "You know." I felt the pain in my head cease. "I feel as if. As if. I had this whole life before, but I just can't remember it..." Uncrossing my arms, I sank deeper into the recliner. I had no clue what was wrong with me. How old am I? When's my birthday? When did I graduate high school? What are my parent's names? Sure, I now their faces, but I don't know them, know them. Tucker. Who are you? How important are you in life my? I could go on and on with all of these questions involving me, and yet sadly. I can't answer them myself. "Well, Brendon dear." Looked up as my mother began to tell me something. "Y-You did happen to have a life before this." Seeing the tears roll down her face, made me feel like a worthless piece of s**t. I went as far as to make my own mother cry. As I continued to watch mom cry, dad began to pat her shoulder and cradle her in his arms. "I think this is enough for today...

Jumping to my feet, I gave them an incredulous stare. "What do you mean we're finished?" I questioned, as my parents sat back down. "Did I have a life before this?" I thought the pain in my head was gone, but it had just gotten worse, while other parts of my body were agreeing with my self-inflicting pain. My ears began to ring, as my palms began to sweat. I knew I brought this on myself somehow. I must have, or else my own parents and Tucker wouldn't be here trying to unravel the ******** mess that I am. Or in this case, became. Whipping her tears, mom still had this look on her face. It was as if something shocking happened. What am I saying? Of course something shocking happened. "Brendon. Let's start off when you were five. It was the time when the Millers moved in next door. Do you remember that?" Shaking my head back and forth, I continued to listen to my dad tell my story. "Well, I'm not exactly sure how you and Tucker met, but ever since you did the two of you became attached to the hip. Both of you were inseparable." Were we really that close? Averting my eyes away from my parents, I began to watch Tucker.

Didn't she like being called another name? What was it? Nellie? No. I'm pretty sure that wasn't it. How about Kylie? Close. I was just about to give up, when something appeared in my mind. Not knowing if it was the right name or not, I decided to say it anyways. "Riley?"

occ: hmm, what else can we do?
should Tucker bring them to like a park or something?
I'll make him slowly get his memory back, as for now, hope this is okay.