"Who's that?" Gracy asked, bouncing up and down on Ryen's bed as they sat reminiscing.

"Blaire. Vulgar. She's the voxist for our old band," Ryen threw his drum sticks aside and came to sit next to his niece.

"Oh her! I think you showed me a picture once," she bound over to look at his cork board full of photos, "There it is! She's really pretty."

"yeah, we used to have a 'thing'. We had the best play fights."

Gracy crawled up to admire the picture of Vulgar smiling in the sunset, "You liked her, Uncle Ry?"
"Yeah, I did. But she got so crazy all of a sudden," Ryen sighed.

Grace thought she heard disappointment in her uncle's voice and felt sad for him, "She did?"

"Yes. I've never stopped looking for her. Say, do you want some icecream?"

Gracy smiled and jumped off the bed, running down the hall screaming, "icecream!"

A while into the past...

Vulgar walked past the school hall, humming a song in her head, 'I've gone for too long, living like I'm not alive. So I'm gonna start over tonight beginning with you and I...'

She sat down in a window chair in her home room, still humming quietly to herself.

"Early again, Blaire?" The teacher walked in, a very unsurprised expression on her made-up face.

"I don't mind waiting, boss," Vulgar corrected her head piece and went back to chilling next to the window. Teacher looked at Blaire for a moment and sighed. This would be called a good morning for Blaire.

"Hey man!" Ryen greeted Blaire, he nodded at her.

Vulgar replied with a punch to the arm, followed by a cheeky smile, "Hey man, how's it?"

"Ahh, you know.."

"You loof," Vulgar readjusted her headphones and passed one over to Ryen.

Days like these made him smile. His best friend was awesome. Vulgar was strange and not afraid to stand all by herself. His other friends were cool-yes, he loved them- but it was Blaire who would always be there when the rest had disappeared.

'Down to you, you're pushing and pulling me down to you, but I don't know what I..'

"Hey dude, what're you doing tonight?" Ryen called Vulgar later on that following Friday.

"Ryen," Vulgar's voice came through raspy and broken, "I'll text you back in a minute."

"Are you okay?"

"Oi! I'm talking to you!"

"Get out!" Vulgar cursed and slammed the phone down. Ryen could make the voice of a man in the background, hoping it was her boyfriend and not her father.

A good 10 minutes later, his phone rang.

"Yo."

"I'm sorry, Ry..." Vulgar's voice was scratchier than before, it sounded like she'd been screaming, "Please don't ask right now, lets just go our somewhere."

"I heard there's a nice party going on down the street. Want to check it out?"

"Sounds nifty. I'll be round in a mo."

He knew better to ask questions later and take her pretending to be fine. He sighed, "Where's that Rum gone?"

'Somehow everything's gonna fall right into place!'

Vulgar came dressed in a tight, black mini-skirt, a black and white singlet and her holey-knit sweater. Adorning knee-high Doc Martens and wearing her half-back length, brown hair down, she looked like a newly single chick, "Ready, Ry-ry?"

She smiled, walking out of his house with a newly found swagger.