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Date Posted: Thu, Nov 11 2004, 9:21pm PST
Author: Ethan
Subject: I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain...
In reply to: Emily 's message, "
" on Thu, Nov 11 2004, 7:44pm PST

He hated this place with a passion that only grew deeper and deeper with every day that passed. He had nothing here but three pointless classes every week, parents who he had never known, a sister he despised, and girls who didn't matter. The one who had atleast had potential to maybe mean something more to him had left for the big times, and of course that was appropriate - she had too much talent to be sitting around there for the rest of her life, not to mention he was part of the reason that the talent agency had actually taken notice of her. It was the right thing for her and it had only been a matter of time until she had gotten discovered, but it was just his luck that things had to blow up for her just as they were starting to get along. For a few foolish days after she had left - that was a very foreign feeling for him, being the one left behind - he had missed her, and come out here as if thinking maybe she would walk right back through those doors. Then he had come to his sense. Ethan McArthur needed no one - he had lived his entire life surrounded by people, yet so on his own - and wasn't about to start counting on anyone now, even though he had never met anyone like her before. None of that mattered though because things were back to as normal as they would ever be. He was actually studying and doing his assignments now, and his marks were soaring, so he planned to pick up four - maybe five - courses for the spring semester, and then apply for one of the university's study-abroad programs for next fall. Torremolinos had been the best two years of his life, and he was thinking that maybe if he could just get away from here, things could be good again - carefree, no worries, no feelings involved. Not in the mood that evening for drinks and sleazy women, he was here for some peace and quiet but, as was his luck, that was disrupted the moment she stepped through those doors. She looked good, there was no denying that, but he could tell that the fame hadn't changed her much, and that was a strangely reassuring thought. Slouched in to one of the couches, he watched her entrance, and was just silent there for a long moment before he wolf-whistled playfully, one eyelid dropping in a wink - the past twenty-one years had been spent modifying his personality from moment-to-moment as he judged what was appropriate or necessary when. Despite the inward turmoil corrupting him, there was never any outward evidence...

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