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A lot of love and tenderness went into this apartment, ever piece picked out and cordinated by hand - matching their each other and the owners personalities perfectly. Its startling white walls were covered in photo's from the past - altered to be in black and white with a splash of color - giving a personal touch to the beautiful, bright, airy apartment.

The words are hushed lets not get busted
Just lay entwined here undiscovered -- Brandon, 10:27:05 08/31/04 Tue
She was laying next to him in bed and they were just idely chatting - his door shut and locked, his hands playing in her hair as soft music played from the stereo. "Tell me how your day went..." He murmured, his gaze adoring as his lips brushed down her forehead and over her cheek, pausing at her jaw for a long moment before he laid his head back down and watched her - waiting for her reply. He loved to just hear her talk, to just spend time with you - quiet touching and soft brief kisses. They hadn't even really 'made out' just brief kisses across her lips occasionally to get a small taste of her.

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Breaking the habit -- Brandon, 10:55:32 08/30/04 Mon
He was doing a little better but most of the time he stayed in his room still - still plagued by the cramps and the cold shakes and all that fun stuff. He sighed as he stretched out on the couch, looking up at the clock and wondering if Maddy would come in to keep him company once Stacie and Ryan left. He had stayed away from her most of the time, on his friends silent request, but he rarely stopped thinking about her. She had been the only thing to soothe him these past couple of days, the only thing able to take his mind off of the drugs and the fix he was in such dire need of. He shifted a bit, wearing just mesh shorts, recently out of the shower. His stomache growled a bit but he didn't feel like getting up so he just layed there, remembering the feeling of her in his arms, the sweet scent of her perfume, the way her skin had felt as his fingers brushed against it. He groaned softly, brow furrowing - perhaps mesh shorts weren't the thing to be wearing. Swallowing, he stood, trying to change the directions of his thoughts as he tugged on a pair of jeans instead.

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It's all out of control -- Brandon, 06:30:54 08/26/04 Thu
It was almost three o'clock in the morning but he was convinced he was dying. He was so cold his teeth were chattering but he was sweating for some reason which was making him freak out even more. It had been 72 hours since his last fix and each second seemed to drag by. With a grown he clutched at his stomache to stop the pain that seemed to be eating him alive, taking a ragged breath and pushing out of his room. He couldn't sleep, he wasn't hungry, he was trembling violently but he thought maybe if he got something into his system the cramps that were seizing his stomache would stop. He crept down the hallway, one hand on the wall until it stopped, where he stumbled and cursed under his breath.

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Wish I was deaf and dumb
Wish I could fake it
-- Ryan, 09:32:13 08/25/04 Wed
Despite Brandon's protests, he was carrying the other man's bag as he led the way inside. Just quiet in thought, he carried his friend's things off to the guest room that Maddy had abandonned and then ran his fingers through his hair with a soft sigh. They had very clear warnings on the sort of things to expect over the next few weeks and instructions on how to deal with Brandon's withdrawal and medications and whatnot, but it was still scary. "You want anything B?" Madison had the puppies out for a walk - she'd tried to take them with her on her runs, but it didn't work out so well, so she had settled for afternoon walks through the park - so atleast things were pretty quiet for now...

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The plaster dented from your fist
In the hall where you had your first kiss
Reminds you that the memories will fade
-- Ryan, 06:34:35 08/23/04 Mon
It was late, but he was up and waiting for Brandon - the man was supposed to be over a while ago and they were going to see about going out, or just hanging around there or something. Stretched out on the couch, Chey was curled up at his side in a tiny ball as he surfed uninterestedly through the channels - most of his attention on what was keeping his friend. Jeans fit fairly closely to his hips and a kelly green polo shirt to his chest, dark hair an unruly style - he didn't care what they got up to that evening, just felt like he had been sorely neglecting their friendship with everything going on with work and Stacie...

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