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Date Posted: Mon, Apr 04 2005, 8:23pm PDT
Author: Alyson
Subject: So this is odd...
In reply to: Jake 's message, "
All the angels I know put concrete in my veins
" on Mon, Apr 04 2005, 7:42pm PDT

It was hard to imagine a time when her life was normal - and it was even harder whenever she was reminded that her life was normal just a few months ago. It seemed that everything was slowly crumbling down around her and she was left grasping at pieces in a desperate attempt to hold it all together. She couldn't remember the last time that she had seen him and he had had more than two words to say to her, and it was tearing her apart - if anything, they needed each other more than ever now, and he was only pushing her, and everyone else, away. Nattie was going out of her mind - working double-shifts so that she could take a few days off every week or every other week to go to Cleveland with her dad or one of the other guys. If she couldn't see Adam, she needed to be as near to him as possible as often as she could. Even if she had had the time to try to get into her brother's head, there was no way she had the emotional capacity to do it these days. So Aly was left to try and focus on not letting her grades slip so near the end of the term and to try and pretend like everything was normal and everything was good - all the while providing a listening ear to anyone who stopped by the Davenport house, where she was still living. She was there that night, because she couldn't concentrate anymore and just needed to get away from reality and out of that house - it was like a wake in there, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Everyone else who was out there for the night were all glammed up and full of good times, but she wore no makeup - though she hardly needed any anyway because of her natually pretty features - and only a plain long-sleeved black tee, fitted faded jeans, and flip-flops. She had just put in a request for a Corona with the tender, and within moments the bottle was between her fingers, and she was turned to lean with her back against the bar, darkened gaze slowly scanning the crowds for a familiar face. She almost didn't recognize him at first glance, but a longer look had a soft sigh slipping from her gently parted lips. For a moment, she thought about just leaving him alone, but he meant the world to her, and she just couldn't stay away, so moments later she was sliding into the booth, in the seat across from him. "Hey."

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  • He took his tortured gaze to his, focusing there for a long moment before he shook his head - as if it just clicked who she was. "Hey..." He murmured softly, his hand running over his hair, suddenly feeling oh so self conscious of his bloodshot eyes, the lines that creased his face, the way his breath had to reek of alcohol - it just proved the fact that he was indeed a loser. His eyes drifted absently over her, at least she looked ok, that made him feel a touch better, if that could actually be used in the world he was living in. (NT) -- Jake, Mon, Apr 04 2005, 8:34pm PDT
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