So The Story Goes

Kendall watched her leave, cooling down. He put his mug in the sink, rinsing it out of the dark liquid. He wondered if his siter meant to put him through that kind of turmoil, or if she really genuinely thought that she was helping herself to escape her life. That was what the stories were for - not alchohol. He wished he could shake her and slap sense into her - drinking away your problems wont drown them. Frustrated with too many things at once, he kicked the counter, then winced. "Ow, damn it...." he muttered.


(Fun post...XP)
 
Laundry finished, Jessica headed out of the house, her car key dangling in her hand. No matter how bad their situation was, she's refusing to sell Betty. She was the best gift she's ever gotten, the one her parents had bought when she turned fifteen. That was only last year; funny how fast people screw up. Now Mom and Dad wanted her to sell it, but they'd have to take it from her cold, dead body. Period. Upon reaching her car - red and shiny if not for the thin layer of dust on it - Jessica thought of her parents. Dad didn't talk much about their financial issues, and neither did Mom. It's worse than they're letting on, though, she knew that much. And even worse lately, because they fought even more than usual (she didn't think that was possible) and they always had this tired look on their face when they came home. The thought made her sigh. It would help them if she'd just sell Betty, but she can't. As selfish as it was, Betty more than a car to her. All sorts of memories were stored in there, and really, the idea of taking the bus to work (at that Frozen-Freaking-Monster) made her shudder.
 
Kendall's toe was definately going to bruise. He cursed his stupidity and frustration, then checked the fridge again. Nothing appealed to him, however, his sister was right. Just coffee wasn't enough in the morning. Maybe he could get something on the way to Borders...Deciding on a quick muffin from what-ever-place-he-saw-first, unless Marella was working today, he walked upstairs to get dressed, descending again in jeans, a tee shirt and converse. As he walked to the door and grabbed the short list he made, he called, "Brendan? I'm leaving. Do you need anything?"
 
Brendan spat into the the sink wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "Yeah, toothpaste that isn't made for three years old and doesn't taste like," he paused to read the label. "Spongebob's Blueberry bubbles. I promise that if you buy big-boy toothpaste I won't swallow it," he yelled faking a childish voice. Brendan tended to get better results if he just played into their game.
 
Kendall laughed. Maybe he was mean to his brother, sometimes, but at least Brendan didn't take it too personally. Plus, it was more then amusing to see him play along, and hear him talk like that. "Peppermint, then," he called, swallowing laughter. "Call me if you need anything," he added, more seriously, and walked out the door to his car. Hmm...Maybe a teddi bear would be a good apology present? Deciding this was perfect as he got into his car, a red Prius his parents bought hium, despite their financial situation, Kendall pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Marella's number before turning the car on. He wanted to know if she was working today - he needed a muffin, or some sort pf breakfast pastry.


(I love this character....)
 
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah," Brendan called splashing some water onto his face. He lumbered into the kitchen and began prowling for anything to eat. As he circled the kitchen he grabbed a wash rag wiping the counters lazily as he looked.


Marella slipped the keys into the old ragged, rusty Dodge. The car was a piece of crap that usually forced her to walk to work or school. As she tried to rev the engine her cell phone went off. Glancing down she saw that it was Kendall, "What's up?" she asked masking her frustration with the car, but just barely.
 
"I only need to bug you for a minute," he told her, holding the phone between his cheek and shoulder a he backed out of the driveway and on to the road. "Are you working today? I need a freaking breakfast....We can see a movie later, too, if you want. I'll call Callie, maybe we can all do something? I need to be more social, apparently." He took the phone form its wedge and held it up to his ear, turning on to a busy divided highway. Kendall sensed some frustration in Marella's voice, but he didn't ask her. Asking her would bug her even more. Oh, Marella....
 
Jessica reached her workplace with a tight frown on her face. Some douchebag almost ran into her at the red light, and she literally shrieked because it was so close. Luckily, nothing happened. Or else the guy would be dead by now. Stepping out of the car, Jessica adjusted her skirt and threw her hair over her shoulder; it was going to be a long day making frozen yogurt. She really wished she could just go see Matt.
 
"Sure, just meet me at Starbucks I will see what we have," she said with a sigh. She needed to leave work early today if she was going to get home before the mail came. Her Dad's check was coming today and without it she would have no rent money. Her Dad was notorious for spending it all before Marella had even seen it.
 
"You're a life saver, Mara," Kendall said, turning a corner, only a few minutes from the Starbucks. "I'll see you in a few minutes." He hung up and closed his cell phone, tossing it into the passenger seat. Kendall released a breath, going over what he had to do today. Get the groceries. Survive another day at his crazy job. Possibly drive Brendan around. Or was that next week? Hell.....


~~~


Brie threw herself off the ground, and landed in her bean bag chair. She giggled and picked up her cell phone, lying next to the chair. Dialing Jessica's number, she wondered how she was going toask this question......It was an important question that must be answered immediately, or else Brie was absolutely doomed. "Pick up, b!tch," she muttered as the third ring sounded in her ear. Was Jessica busy? She cant be busy. Crap, Jessica was busy!
 
Jessica felt her phone vibrate just as she was about to put on her apron. It was Brie, Jessica realized with a small smile; she could use some talking to someone who actually liked her today. "Hello?"
 
"I hope you know that I cant wait an hour for you to pick up your phone," was the first thing Brie said. She dipped her head back, letting her glasses fall off and her hair spill down the bean bag chair. "I need to know - was it Unit 6, or 7 we're being quizzed on on Monday? For History, I mean....I need to study, or I'll flunk," she explained, draping her right leg over her left and bobbing her foot up and down o an imaginary beat. Brie was a bit energetic.


(I absolutely love this character xD )
 
Jessica rolled her eyes. "And I have a life, unlike you, sweetheart." She crossed her arms, staring at the ceiling as she did so. "And it's unit seven, I think. Since when did you expect me to remember these stuff? I mean, your grades are better than mine," her gaze wandered around the kitchen, staff, walls, her heels. Gosh, she wanted a new pair of heels. The one she saw earlier, just when she was walking to work, was gorgeous. And she didn't have enough white heels anyway. "Go ask Matt or something, you know, just in case. Not that I think cramming would do your little brain any good."


(waiting for you to say the same thing with the rest of your characters xD )
 
Matt walked sorely into the kitchen stretching his calves with each step. Coach wanted him to run because he wanted Mat in shape as long as he didn't work his arm. Matt was the pitcher for his high school and this year he was determined to go to the championship. Picking up his phone off of the sandy brown granite counter top he began to scroll through his messages wondering what Jessica was up to.
 
Brie blinked and looked at the phone. Jessica was probably in one of her famous moods. "You are so mean to me!" she said. "Damn, Jess, you alright? I'll let you go....Thanks anyway." She closed her phone and picked her glasses up, putting them on with one hand


~~~


"You're a life saver, Mara," Kendall said, turning a corner, only a few minutes from the Starbucks. "I'll see you in a few minutes." He hung up and closed his cell phone, tossing it into the passenger seat. Kendall released a breath, going over what he had to do today. Get the groceries. Survive another day at his crazy job. Possibly drive Brendan around. Or was that next week? Hell.....
 
Sighing Marella pulled into the Starbucks parking lot. It had taken her another five minute, after she hung up with Kendall, to start the car. The piece of junk needed to find it grave in some rusted graveyard. At the same time letting go of it felt wrong, she had rescued it out of her neighbors front yard and worked hard to repair the thing. She opened the staff entrance door clocking in, she grabbed her visor and apron also. She nodded to her co-workers, stepping into the back room where they kept all of the "ugly pastries." The ones with the burnt edges or not enough frosting or even too much, they couldn't sell them but they could eat them if they wanted. Since she was manger she had made the policy a little more loose and said the staff could give them to friends.
 
Kendall got out of his car and shut the door, walking into the Starbuck he spent so much time in. With a deep sigh he looked around for Marella. She wasn't in the front, but he knew she was there. Her car was parked a few space from where he put his. He waved lazily to some of her co-workers, who he didn't know very well but he knew ome fo their names, and they all knew his. He considered going into the back, but decided against it, and waited at a small table by the door, flipping through his messages on his cell phone.
 
Jessica shut her phone, sighing. Mean, huh? She was in such a crappy mood, and well, she needed to start working anyway. Putting on her apron, she wondered if Mom and Dad will find something to argue about tonight. She hoped not; there's history for her to study. Her train of thoughts were broken when the manager began yelling at his employees (specifically, her) to get moving. And so her tortuous work began.
 
Brie streched her arms and put her glasses back on, then opened her book bag and pulled out her text book. "Time to study..." she muttered. She flipped the page to Chapter...What did Jessica say again? Ah, shit...After a minute of staring at her cell phone, she decided not to call Jessica, or Matt. Nope. Brie was going to read both chapters. She could only benefit, right? The girl flipped to chapter six and began reading. After a page or so, she muttered, "Time for a break...."


~~~


Kendall got out of his car and shut the door, walking into the Starbuck he spent so much time in. With a deep sigh he looked around for Marella. She wasn't in the front, but he knew she was there. Her car was parked a few space from where he put his. He waved lazily to some of her co-workers, who he didn't know very well but he knew ome fo their names, and they all knew his. He considered going into the back, but decided against it, and waited at a small table by the door, flipping through his messages on his cell phone.
 
Marella shuffled out of the storage room a slightly burnt crossant and a dented espresso can in hand. "Hey, Kendall I got your misfit breakfast," she said putting on a happy face. Concealer caked her face covering up a nice sized purple bruise stretching across her cheekbone. A product of a shortage in beer, her father had tried to get her to buy more and he didn't accept the explanation that she was too young and could not even if she wanted too.
 
Kendall stood up. "This is why I love you - you give me free burnt crap." He put his phone in his pocket and took the food, grabbing a napkin from a near-by vacant table. "I hate mornings...." he muttered, and noticed the amount of make-up Marella had put on one area of her face. He knew it could only be the result of her dad's famous back-hand slap, but he didn't ask. This wasn't the time, nor place. But, still....Poor Marella. "Would you want to come over and watch a movie tonight? I just rented The Saint, and I have no one to watch it with."


( This charcter...I love this character, but I don't get him X) )
 
"Oh yes, I am the best friend a guy could have," she said playfully. "At least it isn't moldy I'll try to come over but today is pay day and I have to pay the bills. My father is getting better and better at finding the checks when I hide them" Marella shook her head trying to think of another place to put the oh-so-valuable slips over paper.
 
"Okay, when ever you can," Kendall offered through a bite of his croissant. He didn't mind that it was slightly burned - Kendall wasn't picky. One couldn't exactly afford to be picky in his position. Unless, pork was if front of him. For some reason, he hated pork. He couldn't decide if it was the smell, or the animal it came from. "Mmmm....Would you kick my ass if I asked if it was okay to invite Callie? You like her, right? I think that'd be fun."


(And, I curse this writer's block....


Kendall's a babbler....Why are all my characters such babblers? Honestly....)
 
"I like Callie," Marella said softly. It wasn't a lie she liked Callie but she wasn't sure if Callie liked her. Most girls didn't socialize with Marella, she was too plain and quiet. No real visible talent, she was a responsible caring girl not anything more or less.
 
Kendall smiled. It was so nice to know that his best friend liked his girlfriend - that really was very important to him. To most people. "Awesome," he said, re-wrapping the napkin around his croissant. "She's usually free, so I'll call her when you give me a specific date....Hey, I have to go in a few minutes. I'll let you do your job, call me when you get off."
 
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