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Post by ANDRIA ROSEMARIE STONE on Jul 1, 2012 16:35:07 GMT -5
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Tongue Tied, Take me to your best friend's house, I loved you then and I love you now Don't leave me tongue tied Let's stay up all night I'll get real high Slumber party; pillow fight The cicadas outside Andria’s window were being specifically loud and annoying, or maybe it was just her rotten mood. That whole day had been tumbling out of her grip since she woke up. First, her car’s battery was out so she had to ask her dad to borrow money so that she could get another, and then she had to ask him to take her, and THEN she had to ask him to put it in. Nothing too hard for any father who loved his daughter, but her dad was different, and he never failed to hold these things over her head. He just loved to guilt trip her into being the good little slave girl she always was. There wasn’t a real need for him to hold things over her; if he had just showed all the normal love and affection that a father was supposed to, she would have done anything he asked. Hell, she would do anything he asked of her no matter how he treated her, so why did he have to sing that “Ugh, now I have to actually do something for my child,” tune whenever she asked anything of him? Andria remembered the days when she was able to swallow her anger and force herself to be apologetic and meek, always trying to please him. But now she couldn’t get it to go away, and she was always so close to picking fights with him. It had occurred to her when she had turned seventeen, only a few days ago, that she only had one more year left with this man. When she turned eighteen she could go anywhere else in the entire world, and wouldn’t have to worry about what he said to her, or about what he thought she looked like. It was that sort of thought that gave her a more brazen attitude towards her father, and that’s what had landed her locked in her room, with the sentence of “no dinner before bed.”
When she received that punishment, Andria wanted to laugh. No dinner? No dinner? She didn’t eat dinner, anyway! She’d had an apple to entire day and had not felt the need to eat since because she was being fueled by her anger. The worst thing he could have done was to send her away with no dinner, because that meant there would be no one to make HIM dinner. Andria stifled a laugh, feeling slightly high from the adrenaline from back talking her father, and also a little scared. It had been one of the only times she had ever spoken out to him, and he always got weird afterwards. He would avoid her even more, and even when she tried to spark a conversation with him, he would be short and curt, as if he didn’t want to talk to her. Andria wondered if that’s how all fathers were like to their daughters, and she hoped not. She would never have a child if that was the case. Andria slumped onto her bed, heaving a sigh. She felt suddenly cooped up with her thoughts running around her head in circles. The sun was going to be setting soon, and the sky was a pretty orange-ish color. Andi wanted to do something different, and that was not an urge she often got. Normally, she would be out with her father, attempting to patch up their crappy relationship, but that never worked. But now, she needed to get out. She needed to go do something reckless, although she didn’t have the first idea about what something reckless was. After a moment of deliberation, Andria stood and put on her sandals and an oversized sweatshirt over her tank top. Ok, so, why didn’t she just sneak out? It’s not like her father would come checking on her. The door was locked, and God forbid Andi ever do something like open a window. That was exactly what Andria was planning to do, however. She gathered up all her essentials and her keys and then walked to the window, unlocking it and pulling it up slowly, making sure no noise would sound. It was a good thing they only had a one story house, or this might not have worked.
After a minute of quiet wriggling, Andi landed on the ground with a soft thump, and then pulled the window down. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. She was free, out, she had broken her leash. But what in the world did a seventeen year old girl do at the start of night? Now that she was out, Andria cursed herself for not thinking this through. She went to her phone, then, scrolling through the short list of contacts she’d managed to get in the last few years of living in Ocean City. She could text Luce and say she was coming over, but then again, she wasn’t sure how Luce’s family would accept that. And there was no way Andria could call Dalton now, it was so already getting dark. But what about Ariel or… Oh, Andria mentally slapped herself, wondering why Gabriel hadn’t been the first person to come to mind. He lived in his own place with a roommate, so it wouldn’t be weird if she showed up, and he could probably figure out something to do, or at least be a good listener in case she wanted to rant. Andi dialed his number, but it went to voicemail. ”Uhm, hi Gabe, it’s me, Andi. I just… I’m coming over.” After leaving that short and sweet message, Andria got in her car and left without looking over her shoulder. On the way, however, she felt a bit of doubt creep in. What if he was busy? What if he wasn’t home? Andria didn’t want to bother Chris if Gabriel wasn’t there. But then again, what if Gabriel was there and was busy with someone else? Andria cringed, hoping that that definitely wasn’t the case. Andria didn’t like to see any of the girls that Gabe hung around with, not that they were bad people or anything; there had always been a certain jealousy that had hovered in Andi’s mind. She never gave it much thought, knowing that having any sort of feelings for Gabriel beyond sisterly admiration was a bad, bad idea.
Andria pulled up in front of Gabe’s house that he shared with his roommate, and then went to the door. She saw that his black Chevelle was in the driveway and felt a little relief. She rang the doorbell, hoping that he would answer.
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Post by gabriel connor wright on Jul 28, 2012 1:20:41 GMT -5
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[/div] [/style] he was so hungover.
he didn't even want to leave his apartment all day - gabe had sat and pouted at home. for the past several months, he had been exceedingly lucky with hangovers, but not today. gabriel had experienced quite the fun night the previous day, and was now paying the price for all of his fun. most of the day he had slept or woken himself up and taken a cold shower, but the fourth time he woke up from sleeping, he was feeling better. a tired groan slipped from between his lips as he stared around his familiar room, bringing a hand and running it absently over his bare chest and stomach as he worked his jaw muscles a bit. he was sore? his shoulders ached and throbbed insistently, and gabe rolled his eyes. he hadn't remembered doing anything crazy. and he hadn't taken a girl home because he didn't have one that morning to get rid of. with an inward shrug, gabriel pulled himself up into a sitting position and stared groggily at nothing for a moment.
he would still pick this life over what he had before. all of the parents and the judgy eyes and schoolwork and all the pressure. and jesus christ, the religion. gabe had actually considered worshiping satan just to spite his parents and attempt to piss them off more than he already had by leaving, not going to college, and living the party hard life with a buddy of his, breaking every rule he could along the way. there was something to be said for parents who let their kids figure out their life with some sort of independence. gabriel only wished his had received the same idea from the almighty lord. rolling his eyes in disgust, gabe hauled himself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom in his black pajama pants, staring at himself in the mirror. it was, surprisingly, an improvement over that morning. only earlier that day, gabe had all sorts of dark circles under his eyes, a dead looking quality to his skin, and bloodshot eyes. at least he was experienced with dealing with hangovers. chris was out somewhere; gabe hadn't paid too much attention to what he was doing whilst practically writhing from a migraine in bed (which was now also, thankfully and blissfully relieved from him). probably out with one of his girl toys or drinking with other people. gabe rolled his eyes, not sure how his friend did it, and splashed hot water on his face.
interrupted by an insistent buzzing, gabe looked over his shoulder to his phone, sitting on the bedside table, and ambled over to check it. it was from andria - she had called but he'd missed the call. there was a voicemail. andria's cautious voice played over the speaker phone. "uhm, hi gabe, it's me, andi. i just... i'm coming over." the voicemail was announced to be over and gabe tossed the phone onto his bed with a small nod. he saw andi quite a bit - not that he minded at all. he loved her company, surprisingly. it was only kind of interesting because of the typical girls gabe surrounded himself with. but something about her quiet demeanor made him enjoy being with her. plus, they had been friends since... gabe was in the cage also known as the wright household.
five minutes later, the doorbell announced andi's arrival. gabe had flopped backwards onto his bed, getting distracted with facebook on his droid, and hadn't made much progress other than the previous washing of his face. he sat up sorely, making his way towards the front door. a white v-neck tshirt lay cast carelessly over a chair near the door, and he grabbed it, opening the door as he tugged it over his head to see andi there. "come to pay me a visit, have we?" gabe waggled his eyebrows suggestively, mentally shelfing and ignoring the fact that his voice was hoarse and a bit deeper than usual from sleeping the entire day. he leaned against the doorframe, pulling the door to his side and staring at her with an obnoxiously expectant gaze. "what's the password." his tone was deadpan, his serious eyes staring her down as he tried to measure her mood. he was rather curious as to her arrival. it wasn't a rarity or anything, but he could tell from the slightest inflections in her voice whether she was in a good mood or bad, and he was still currently assessing the situation. some people found it comical how much he cared for andria. at first, they had all been kind of confused and thought that he was into her in the sexual way, because gabe typically didn't have relations with women other than those of lustful encounters. but they had eventually figured out the sibling-like care he had for andria. gabe gave up the act and backed up, pulling the door wide open. "kidding, don't claw my eyes out. because you're just vicious." the sarcasm brought a small smile to his voice as he left the door to the house open for her to enter.
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Post by ANDRIA ROSEMARIE STONE on Jul 29, 2012 0:46:45 GMT -5
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Tongue Tied, Take me to your best friend's house, I loved you then and I love you now Don't leave me tongue tied Let's stay up all night I'll get real high Slumber party; pillow fight The state of Andria’s relationship with her father was slowly degrading, and she knew that, somewhere deep down. She didn’t want to admit that, though. He was all he had left from her childhood. Her uncle here in Ocean City was a stranger, and she could never bring herself to talk to him very much, worried that he would be a little too much like his brother, her father. Of course, her uncle didn’t have a “reason” to have so much disdain for her, but her take on parental figures was completely skewered by her father, and even her suicidal mother. What Andria wanted was to find a way to somehow earn her father’s love. Of course, she’d been searching for that way her entire life, never being able to find it. She tried to be smart; she made straight A’s. She tried to be beautiful; she was anorexic, for crying out loud. She tried to be perfect for her father, but no matter what she did, he always found a way to turn it around on her. Andria couldn’t imagine what kind of reaction he’d have to finding out she snuck out that night, but it would promise to be awful. Andi didn’t think she would get caught, however. Doubt still lined the walls of her stomach like it always did, even when—especially when—she felt any sliver of confidence. Without realizing it, Andria’s leg started to bounce with anxiety as she waited for Gabe to answer the door. Idly, she wished that she had been able to talk to him first, instead of just leaving that cryptic message. In fact, what she should have done was just call him until he answered. There really hadn’t been any need for her to sneak out, and now that she thought of it, Andria was starting to regret it. She absently chewed on her bottom lip, fretfully (as always), but then closed her eyes tightly. She steeled herself and told herself to stop whining. She had done it already, and there was no going back.
With the sound of the door opening, Andria’s eyes flicked open, and she felt happier just seeing Gabriel’s face. He looked pretty bad (hungover, she suspected) but he still represented a comfort for Andi, and it didn’t really matter what he looked like as long as it was him. He was truly the only male she’d ever trusted, although Dalton was a close second. Andria started to smile at his greeting, as it was always a little joke, but her lips curled in the opposite direction when he asked for a password. Most days, she would jokingly guess something, but right now, she just wanted to get inside and pretend like she wasn’t breaking her father’s rules. She frowned up at his serious face, resisting the urge to cross her arms childishly. He seemed to realize she was in no mood for joking though, as he slid the door open wider for her and moved out of the way (with a sarcastic welcome, of course.) It was a good thing she understood him, or she most likely would have turned away, crying at his sarcastic jabs. Andria did know him, however, and she happened to know that he was a giant softie. Sure, he put up a front like he was tough, he’d left home and not gone to college against his parents’ wishes, he slept around, he was a bartender, yadda yadda. But Andi knew that, deep down, he was protective, and cared a lot about her. He was also really easy to manipulate with a doe eyed look and a pleading whine from a pretty face. She followed him inside, closing the door a little strongly behind her. She glanced around absently and immediately wanted to clean the whole place. It wasn’t like it was completely trashed, but it had that classic bachelor, devil-may-care look that made Andi’s fingers itch. She glanced at Gabe and picked up a misplaced shirt and put it in what she knew to be the dirty clothes hamper.
Andria caught herself and sighed, realizing she was defaulting to what she knew best because of her aggravation. ”Sorry,” she said, although she didn’t really have a reason to apologize. She slumped onto the couch in a defeated manner, knowing that Gabriel still didn’t know what was ailing her, although he would have figured out she was pissed by now. After a second, she stated plainly, ”Sometimes, I just hate my father.” Gabriel knew about her problems (in fact, he was the only one that knew all of them) as he was the person she trusted most with her secrets. So, he knew her relationship with her father was bad, but she had always argued with Gabe about her father’s character, until now. Her anger was still burning. Continuing, she added, ”He locked me in my room with no dinner.” Andi scoffed, a rare show of rebellion for her, and then laughed sharply. It had just been so stupid that she couldn’t get over it. Of course, her father didn’t know about her eating habits, but she scorned him for his lack of attention to that detail, seeing as he could pick out every other mistake she made. Feeling a sudden rush of frustration, Andria’s hands flew to her face and she groaned. Why did her life have to suck? She was very dimly aware of Gabe right now, but she knew he would listen to her bitch and moan for a bit, and maybe even cheer her up.
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