Abby and Swifty walked around the park for a few hours, Abby telling Swifty as little as she could about why she was mad. Swifty's eyes widened as she began to tell him more and more about what was going on with her and her family.
Apparently, her older brother had run away from home the day after he graduated from high school. He knocked a girl two years younger than himself up and they had a son named Nico (nee-koh). He occasionally called her and her older sister, Chris, but very rarely talked to his parents. She had begged him to go with their parents to see her at Christmas, but he had left his girlfriend and son at home.
Her sister, on the other hand, had gone to college, got a boyfriend, and then a really good job that paid a lot of money. She was living the good life while her brother was striving just to keep going threw another day and she was locked up like a prisoner at some school that she didn't really like.
Her parents got themselves a new house and threw out everything that had belonged to their children, except for pictures and clothes. The called every few months or so, just to keep in touch, but other than that Abby hadn't heard anything new from them.
Swifty walked beside Abby, not saying a single word throughout her entire conversation with him. He nodded a few times and let out a couple of sighs, but nothing else.
When she was through, he stared at the floor in front of them and stopped walking.
"Buttons..." he stared off. "I know that's not all. Tell me everything." he looked up at her, staring into her eyes. He took her by the shoulder and held her for a few moments while she sobbed into his chest.
With Becka and Spot
Becka and Spot found themselves on the roof, sitting at the end of the pool with their toes dangling in. Spot held Becka in his arms as she leaned her body against his. They stared off of the roof and admired the beautiful view.
"So, tell me how you used to be." she said, closing her eyes as his soft lips nuzzled against her cheek.
He sighed and pulled his head away from her's. "Where should I start? There's so many things that I haven't told you that I know I'll probably end up saying tonight..."
With Lisa, Racetrack, and Willie
The three had started to spend a lot of time together lately, much to Race's dismay. They had wandered outside and around the corner to the school's privet park. There were a few students selling ice cream for their own pleasures, so the trio decided to buy some.
Race bought Lisa's ice cream for her, just to show Willie that he could get anything for her. Willie didn't really care, though. He shrugged and paid for his own. "You know, I was going to make it my treat, but if you really wanted to pay for it, then it's fine with me."
Race frowned but took out his wallet, anyway. They walked back to Lisa, who was sitting on a bench with a small camera which was hidden under her hands. She smiled and said, "Hey, can you two stand beside each other, I need to ask you a question and I want a conscience answer."
They both shrugged and stood shoulder to shoulder. "What's the last letter of the alphabet?" she asked, a smile on her face.
They both immediately answered, "Z" at the same time. She quickly took out her camera and took their picture, both with their pathetic smiles on their faces. She laughed and said, "Thanks, I wanted a picture of the two of you actually looking happy together."
She stood up, walked over to them, grabbed her ice cream, and ran away while they still stood there, shocked at what she had done. Willie shook his head awake and began to run after her, nearly dropping his cone on the floor. Race woke up a moment after him and began to chase after Willie for chasing after Lisa.
With David
He sat alone in his room for yet another hour, staring at the phone waiting for a call from Misty. he hadn't seen her or spoken to her since he had arrived. The two months in the cell had almost killed him.
He had to share his time there with a drunk that had been disturbing the piece for the eighth time in a month. He was an old, funny smelling man with a long beard that he hid pieces of glass in. A few times during the night, David had to restrain the man from stabbing either him or himself.
He remembered it very clearly. Everything seemed to play right through his mind, like an old movie. He remembered how the icy air snuck in through the bared windows, how the deadly stink of urine and human extract attracted his nose, how the sharp pain in his side felt from the first night he discovered that his cell-mate was hiding glass with him.
David slid his hand under his shirt and traced the small scar on his side. He sighed and closed his eyes. He could his own shriek of pain. He could feel the sticky liquid running down his stomach. He could see the blood red eyes of the man standing on top of him.
He was awaken from his memories at the sound of a soft knock on the door. He slowly walked over to it, so as to not make any sound. He peeked through the small hole and gasped.
Misty stood with her head faced down. She had her hair pinned back with a black barrette, she wore a red dress with flip flops on and a small purse in her hand. David's heart skipped a beat as he shook his head awake and opened the door.
He had never seen her dress like this before, it wasn't like her to be "girly"; but he liked it. He smiled when he saw her, even though she did not.
She stared at his face for a moment, as though she was trying to figure out who he was. Before she could say anything, David pulled her inside and closed the door behind them.
"I'm glad to see you, Misty." he said, the smile still on his face.
She stood there, not moving and not making any intention to. He kept talking, though; as if she had answered him.
"I'm soooo glad that I'm able to see you again. How did you know I was here? I bet Jack told you, huh? That's just like-" he stopped when he saw a tear stroll down Misty's cheek.
He stopped it with his finger and stared at her face. "What's wrong? Did I do something else wrong to make you cry?"
Misty shook her head and slapped his cheek. She stared at his face and cleared her throat. "Why are you smiling!?" She took a step back from him, hearing her voice for the first time in two months. David's eyes remained widened as well as his face staying in the same position.
When he finally turned back to her, he saw that she was still crying but was no longer looking at him. He took her face in his hand and turned her head back towards him. She stared at him for a another moment, wondering what was happening.
He pulled her close to him, and whispered in her ear, "Why shouldn't I be smiling? I'm getting another chance to see the girl that I love..."
ok ok. i'm guilty for not updating in a while. but i had writers block and then my dad's computer broke and then i lost the disk that i had them on to bring to my mom's house...very confusing actually. well, sorry for the wait!
Apparently, her older brother had run away from home the day after he graduated from high school. He knocked a girl two years younger than himself up and they had a son named Nico (nee-koh). He occasionally called her and her older sister, Chris, but very rarely talked to his parents. She had begged him to go with their parents to see her at Christmas, but he had left his girlfriend and son at home.
Her sister, on the other hand, had gone to college, got a boyfriend, and then a really good job that paid a lot of money. She was living the good life while her brother was striving just to keep going threw another day and she was locked up like a prisoner at some school that she didn't really like.
Her parents got themselves a new house and threw out everything that had belonged to their children, except for pictures and clothes. The called every few months or so, just to keep in touch, but other than that Abby hadn't heard anything new from them.
Swifty walked beside Abby, not saying a single word throughout her entire conversation with him. He nodded a few times and let out a couple of sighs, but nothing else.
When she was through, he stared at the floor in front of them and stopped walking.
"Buttons..." he stared off. "I know that's not all. Tell me everything." he looked up at her, staring into her eyes. He took her by the shoulder and held her for a few moments while she sobbed into his chest.
With Becka and Spot
Becka and Spot found themselves on the roof, sitting at the end of the pool with their toes dangling in. Spot held Becka in his arms as she leaned her body against his. They stared off of the roof and admired the beautiful view.
"So, tell me how you used to be." she said, closing her eyes as his soft lips nuzzled against her cheek.
He sighed and pulled his head away from her's. "Where should I start? There's so many things that I haven't told you that I know I'll probably end up saying tonight..."
With Lisa, Racetrack, and Willie
The three had started to spend a lot of time together lately, much to Race's dismay. They had wandered outside and around the corner to the school's privet park. There were a few students selling ice cream for their own pleasures, so the trio decided to buy some.
Race bought Lisa's ice cream for her, just to show Willie that he could get anything for her. Willie didn't really care, though. He shrugged and paid for his own. "You know, I was going to make it my treat, but if you really wanted to pay for it, then it's fine with me."
Race frowned but took out his wallet, anyway. They walked back to Lisa, who was sitting on a bench with a small camera which was hidden under her hands. She smiled and said, "Hey, can you two stand beside each other, I need to ask you a question and I want a conscience answer."
They both shrugged and stood shoulder to shoulder. "What's the last letter of the alphabet?" she asked, a smile on her face.
They both immediately answered, "Z" at the same time. She quickly took out her camera and took their picture, both with their pathetic smiles on their faces. She laughed and said, "Thanks, I wanted a picture of the two of you actually looking happy together."
She stood up, walked over to them, grabbed her ice cream, and ran away while they still stood there, shocked at what she had done. Willie shook his head awake and began to run after her, nearly dropping his cone on the floor. Race woke up a moment after him and began to chase after Willie for chasing after Lisa.
With David
He sat alone in his room for yet another hour, staring at the phone waiting for a call from Misty. he hadn't seen her or spoken to her since he had arrived. The two months in the cell had almost killed him.
He had to share his time there with a drunk that had been disturbing the piece for the eighth time in a month. He was an old, funny smelling man with a long beard that he hid pieces of glass in. A few times during the night, David had to restrain the man from stabbing either him or himself.
He remembered it very clearly. Everything seemed to play right through his mind, like an old movie. He remembered how the icy air snuck in through the bared windows, how the deadly stink of urine and human extract attracted his nose, how the sharp pain in his side felt from the first night he discovered that his cell-mate was hiding glass with him.
David slid his hand under his shirt and traced the small scar on his side. He sighed and closed his eyes. He could his own shriek of pain. He could feel the sticky liquid running down his stomach. He could see the blood red eyes of the man standing on top of him.
He was awaken from his memories at the sound of a soft knock on the door. He slowly walked over to it, so as to not make any sound. He peeked through the small hole and gasped.
Misty stood with her head faced down. She had her hair pinned back with a black barrette, she wore a red dress with flip flops on and a small purse in her hand. David's heart skipped a beat as he shook his head awake and opened the door.
He had never seen her dress like this before, it wasn't like her to be "girly"; but he liked it. He smiled when he saw her, even though she did not.
She stared at his face for a moment, as though she was trying to figure out who he was. Before she could say anything, David pulled her inside and closed the door behind them.
"I'm glad to see you, Misty." he said, the smile still on his face.
She stood there, not moving and not making any intention to. He kept talking, though; as if she had answered him.
"I'm soooo glad that I'm able to see you again. How did you know I was here? I bet Jack told you, huh? That's just like-" he stopped when he saw a tear stroll down Misty's cheek.
He stopped it with his finger and stared at her face. "What's wrong? Did I do something else wrong to make you cry?"
Misty shook her head and slapped his cheek. She stared at his face and cleared her throat. "Why are you smiling!?" She took a step back from him, hearing her voice for the first time in two months. David's eyes remained widened as well as his face staying in the same position.
When he finally turned back to her, he saw that she was still crying but was no longer looking at him. He took her face in his hand and turned her head back towards him. She stared at him for a another moment, wondering what was happening.
He pulled her close to him, and whispered in her ear, "Why shouldn't I be smiling? I'm getting another chance to see the girl that I love..."
ok ok. i'm guilty for not updating in a while. but i had writers block and then my dad's computer broke and then i lost the disk that i had them on to bring to my mom's house...very confusing actually. well, sorry for the wait!