Realistic or Modern Westbrook

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

The cold of the ice pack seeped the warmth from her hand as she held it to Vanden’s face, but it was really no matter. What was important was making sure his cheek didn’t get too swollen. Even when he looked at her and his hand rested on top of hers, her gaze stayed distant for several moments. They eventually came back to the present, focusing back on his eyes as he spoke. She shook her head and kept the ice pack there for as long as possible, even when he started to turn his face away. She leaned up to keep the ice pack pressed until he stood up and was out of her reach. She sunk back to the floor and waited. She really was going to insist that he be the one to insist on him taking the bed, but she was just too tired.



Physically and mentally she just couldn’t take much more. So, she let him help her into bed and put the ice on her ankle and pull the covers up. She even smiled, even though she could feel it was fake. But, she had to at least try. She nodded at what he said, although she had no intention of waking him up or anything. She wondered why he suspected she would leave while he was asleep, when she had to admit it had crossed her mind. Fear was slowly creeping up inside her. She had never spent a night away from home before and she already knew her father was going to be absolutely livid. The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became.





She laid there until he turned the lights off and laid down, squeezing his hand gently when he reached his up for hers. She waited even longer until he was asleep. She had even reached down at one point, gently prodding at him, but it didn’t wake him up. Once she was sure he was asleep, she slowly sat up and slipped out of bed. She hesitated for a moment, testing her swollen ankle, but even just sitting there caused the pain to flare up. Putting any kind of pressure on it would create more consequences for her, but she really didn't have a choice. She lifted herself up and limped over to the door and into the bathroom. She wanted to make sure that there was no mess left behind and cleaned up any small spots that had been missed. She then picked up her wadded clothes and brought them back into the room.



At that point she was out of breath and the room really was starting to spin in the darkness. But even then, she still wasn’t finished. When she hobbled back to the bed, she sat down on the edge for a moment while she pulled the pillow and blankets to the edge. She knelt on the ground and carefully lifted Vanden’s head, putting the pillow underneath and setting him back down so he would be more comfortable.





She then went about tucking the blanket around him, giving him as much to sleep on off of the ground as she could. She really wouldn’t need either of them. She had slept on the floor many times and crawling back onto the soft bed would be fine. At least, not physically. Internally she was so distraught, it would take her hours more to get to sleep. The blame for Vanden came back tenfold and she curled up into a small ball. The tears came back and this time she didn’t try to keep them from falling.



The tears streamed down her face as she silently cried, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as she lay there. At some point her guilt had overwhelmed her to the point that she had grabbed the notebook and wrote I’M SORRY in big wobbly letters across the page, tears streaking the ink down the paper. Then she got frustrated at herself for being so pathetic and tossed the notebook somewhere across the room, hoping it was out of sight. She crawled back to the corner of the bed and curled up again, shaking slightly, and laid there until she finally fell asleep.

coding by cychotic

Spoiler: Phone Friendly

The cold of the ice pack seeped the warmth from her hand as she held it to Vanden’s face, but it was really no matter. What was important was making sure his cheek didn’t get too swollen. Even when he looked at her and his hand rested on top of hers, her gaze stayed distant for several moments. They eventually came back to the present, focusing back on his eyes as he spoke. She shook her head and kept the ice pack there for as long as possible, even when he started to turn his face away. She leaned up to keep the ice pack pressed until he stood up and was out of her reach. She sunk back to the floor and waited. She really was going to insist that he be the one to insist on him taking the bed, but she was just too tired.



Physically and mentally she just couldn’t take much more. So, she let him help her into bed and put the ice on her ankle and pull the covers up. She even smiled, even though she could feel it was fake. But, she had to at least try. She nodded at what he said, although she had no intention of waking him up or anything. She wondered why he suspected she would leave while he was asleep, when she had to admit it had crossed her mind. Fear was slowly creeping up inside her. She had never spent a night away from home before and she already knew her father was going to be absolutely livid. The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became.





She laid there until he turned the lights off and laid down, squeezing his hand gently when he reached his up for hers. She waited even longer until he was asleep. She had even reached down at one point, gently prodding at him, but it didn’t wake him up. Once she was sure he was asleep, she slowly sat up and slipped out of bed. She hesitated for a moment, testing her swollen ankle, but even just sitting there caused the pain to flare up. Putting any kind of pressure on it would create more consequences for her, but she really didn't have a choice. She lifted herself up and limped over to the door and into the bathroom. She wanted to make sure that there was no mess left behind and cleaned up any small spots that had been missed. She then picked up her wadded clothes and brought them back into the room.



At that point she was out of breath and the room really was starting to spin in the darkness. But even then, she still wasn’t finished. When she hobbled back to the bed, she sat down on the edge for a moment while she pulled the pillow and blankets to the edge. She knelt on the ground and carefully lifted Vanden’s head, putting the pillow underneath and setting him back down so he would be more comfortable.





She then went about tucking the blanket around him, giving him as much to sleep on off of the ground as she could. She really wouldn’t need either of them. She had slept on the floor many times and crawling back onto the soft bed would be fine. At least, not physically. Internally she was so distraught, it would take her hours more to get to sleep. The blame for Vanden came back tenfold and she curled up into a small ball. The tears came back and this time she didn’t try to keep them from falling.



The tears streamed down her face as she silently cried, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as she lay there. At some point her guilt had overwhelmed her to the point that she had grabbed the notebook and wrote I’M SORRY in big wobbly letters across the page, tears streaking the ink down the paper. Then she got frustrated at herself for being so pathetic and tossed the notebook somewhere across the room, hoping it was out of sight. She crawled back to the corner of the bed and curled up again, shaking slightly, and laid there until she finally fell asleep.

 

[Direct Timing]

Vanden felt himself being grabbed by Anabelle and they fell into the snow outside the changing room. Vanden rolled over to look in the changing room. The lights were all on and Anabelle stood up. Vanden got up and his dad was standing behind Anabelle with his hands on her shoulders. There was a stream of blood running down her arm and dripping onto the snow in a puddle.

“Clean mess.” His dad pointed to the changing room. Vanden turned around. There was a puddle of water next to his Letterman jacket on the floor.

“NOW.”

Vanden shook and stared into the changing room. He faced his dad only to see that Anabelle was gone. He saw that the puddle of blood was still there on the snow. His dad grabbed Vanden by the hair and walked the boy over to the doorway and threw him in. Vanden landed hard on the cement floor and he struggled to get to his feet. To his horror the door was shut. There was a piece of wood covering the little window in the door. There was the smell of wet hair in his nostrils. His eyes trailed down to the floor and the watery wet spot that had been on the floor was now crimson colored. The lights began to flicker and he ran to the door. The handle was locked and Vanden tried with all his strength to turn the handle but his hands kept slipping on the knob. He heard something scraping along the cement behind him. “Please no!” Vanden yelled. Where was Anabelle? “Anabelle!” Vanden yelled for her but she was not there. And then, *it touched his shoulder. Vanden screamed.

“NO!” Vanden yelled sitting up. He was breathing heavy and he looked around. Was he in the changing room? Vanden saw that he was in his bedroom on the floor. He looked for his friend. “Anabelle!” Vanden said standing up in only his boxers. He saw that she was lying on the corner of the bed with no blanket and no pillow. He felt relieved that she was still here. Vanden looked to where he had been sleeping and saw that he had the pillow and blanket. *She must have…

Vanden stared at Anabelle’s small form. She was almost like a little doll curled up on her self. Red on white caught his eye and he moved closer to her and then knelt down. It was apparent that her elbow had been bleeding over night. He didn’t touch it for fear it might hurt her. His eyes traced down her torso, her legs, and finally stopped on her ankle. Swollen with purple and blue Vanden cringed at the sight. He knew that hurt and he wondered if she had slept at all last night. Vanden picked up his blanket and put it over Anabelle. He then got the pillow and put it under her head. He went over to his dresser and put a pair of grey jogging pants on. Forgetting that his back was covered in welts and scabs he went over to his closet and put a shirt on. He got the plate and glass from the night before and went into the kitchen and put them in the kitchen sink. As he turned he saw a note on the table. He went over and read it.

“Had to work today. Feed yourself.”

Vanden was actually relieved when he read the note. Good, stay gone all day. After setting the note down, Vanden started a new ice pack for Anabelle. He knew she needed it. On his way back he stopped in the bathroom and got a bottle of Ibuprofen. It had helped him lots of times with his injuries. He went back into his bedroom and sat down next to Anabelle. He slowly pulled back the covers where her feet were and looked at her ankle again. He put the ice pack on it carefully and then pulled the covers back over. He sat the ibuprofen on his desk and left to go make breakfast.

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[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

Ana had a restless night, but no specific dream or nightmare came to mind. A lot of it was flashes that would instantly get swept away. The only real thing that resulted from it was her squirming on the bed, which didn’t help her ankle at all. She probably would have slept half the day had it not been for the growing cold on her ankle. It eventually sent her bolting up in bed and yanking the covers off, which only confused her.



She stared at them for a moment, confused. They didn’t look like the ones she had at home and why was her ankle so suddenly cold. Her eyes drifted to her ankle and she saw the ice pack, but very instantly saw the bruise a moment later. It was then that everything came back to her. The day before at the school and everything that happened with Vanden. She looked around the room, but he didn’t seem to be there. He hadn’t left a note or anything and a few moments later she could smell food wafting in from the kitchen.



With another frown she scooted to the edge of the bed and tested her ankle again. She instantly winced, taking in a breath and pulling the pressure off of it. It hurt… a lot. She looked around again and noticed the ibuprofen, but she wasn’t sure if Vanden had meant that for her or not and she didn’t want to take anything from without asking.



So, with a long and drawn out sigh, she stood up on her good foot and got her balance. Slowly, she limped towards the door, each step more painful than the last. But the time she got to the door, she was already slightly out of breath, but that didn’t stop her. She peered out of the room and listened for a moment. She didn’t hear any voices or anything, so she slowly made her way to the kitchen. His back was to her and it didn’t seem like he had noticed her there. Her brows furrowed when she saw him cooking. It looked like a lot of food. A lot more food that he would need to eat.



Without any support to use, she hobbled over to him, and touched him on the arm. She didn’t want to scare him, but she wanted to get his attention. She pressed his arm lightly with one hand, but hard enough to turn his body a little to face her. With the other she pushed the pan off the warm burner and shook her head, keeping her head down as she usually did. She didn’t want him cooking his food, wasting it on her.

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Spoiler: Phone Friendly

Ana had a restless night, but no specific dream or nightmare came to mind. A lot of it was flashes that would instantly get swept away. The only real thing that resulted from it was her squirming on the bed, which didn’t help her ankle at all. She probably would have slept half the day had it not been for the growing cold on her ankle. It eventually sent her bolting up in bed and yanking the covers off, which only confused her.



She stared at them for a moment, confused. They didn’t look like the ones she had at home and why was her ankle so suddenly cold. Her eyes drifted to her ankle and she saw the ice pack, but very instantly saw the bruise a moment later. It was then that everything came back to her. The day before at the school and everything that happened with Vanden. She looked around the room, but he didn’t seem to be there. He hadn’t left a note or anything and a few moments later she could smell food wafting in from the kitchen.



With another frown she scooted to the edge of the bed and tested her ankle again. She instantly winced, taking in a breath and pulling the pressure off of it. It hurt… a lot. She looked around again and noticed the ibuprofen, but she wasn’t sure if Vanden had meant that for her or not and she didn’t want to take anything from without asking.



So, with a long and drawn out sigh, she stood up on her good foot and got her balance. Slowly, she limped towards the door, each step more painful than the last. But the time she got to the door, she was already slightly out of breath, but that didn’t stop her. She peered out of the room and listened for a moment. She didn’t hear any voices or anything, so she slowly made her way to the kitchen. His back was to her and it didn’t seem like he had noticed her there. Her brows furrowed when she saw him cooking. It looked like a lot of food. A lot more food that he would need to eat.



Without any support to use, she hobbled over to him, and touched him on the arm. She didn’t want to scare him, but she wanted to get his attention. She pressed his arm lightly with one hand, but hard enough to turn his body a little to face her. With the other she pushed the pan off the warm burner and shook her head, keeping her head down as she usually did. She didn’t want him cooking his food, wasting it on her.

 

[Direct Timing]

Vanden’s mom used to cook the whole family breakfast on the weekends. She had taught him how to make breakfast also when he got older and now, Vanden was really going after it. He had scambeled five or six eggs, fried up half the pack of bacon, and was even making toast. He hummed a little as he cooked sprinkling a little pepper on the eggs. Suddenly he felt something touch his arm he screamed. “AH!” He turned around and saw that it was Anabelle. He hadn’t even heard her approaching him. He put his hand over his heart. “Jesus Christ, I almost died just now.” He said. It’s not that he was normally scared so easily. This was more from what happened yesterday at the changing room. And then that dream.

“Anabelle.” Vanden said relieved it was her. “Sorry…I uh, I guess I’m still a little shaken from yesterday.” He looked at her ankle. It still looked bad. When she moved the frying pan off of the burner Vanden looked confused. “What are you doing Anabelle?” He asked but then figured it out. “I’m not just cooking for you, I’m cooking for me to, and all you need to do is eat some of it. You don’t have to eat it all.” He smiled her. “C’mere, you shouldn’t be up walking around on that foot. C’mon sit down.” He put his arm around Anabelle and escorted her over to the kitchen table. After getting her seated he went back and scraped the eggs onto a huge plat. “Hope you like eggs and bacon.” He said and then got the bacon onto a plate that had paper towels on it. After getting the food ready he set the kitchen table with plates and silverware. He brought over the eggs and bacon and toast and set them on the kitchen table. He got them both a glass of water and O.J. “Well, dig in.” Vanden said with a smile.

 

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

When Vanden jumped, Ana did too, taking a step back out of surprise and completely forgetting about her ankle. The pain that shot up her leg nearly sent her to the floor, but she managed to grab hold of the counter. Her eyes shut for a moment as she tried to compose herself, but the pain was so bad it almost brought her to tears. When he helped her to the table, she didn’t complain. She sat there and waited silently as he finished making the food. Really, she was just trying not to focus on the pain. Her ankle was now more than throbbing and the pain had spread up her leg. She tried not to show it, though.



Mostly because she didn’t want him to worry, but she didn’t want to worry either. She knew at some point, relatively soon, that she’d have to go home. She wasn’t even sure exactly where she was or how long it would take to get back. But, the longer she waited, the worse it would get. She was already trying to prepare herself mentally for what would happen, which came across a little bit. She was getting nervous and jittery, wringing her hands as Vanden brought the food to the table.



She tried to smile as he sat down, but it didn’t feel right. She scooped a small amount of eggs on her plate and took a piece of toast, but she really only ate a couple bits and pieces. She pushed the food around a lot, trying to make it seem as if she had eaten more. She did take the water, though. Water was safe. She kept it in her hands most of the time, taking small sips to make it last longer.

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Spoiler: Phone Friendly

When Vanden jumped, Ana did too, taking a step back out of surprise and completely forgetting about her ankle. The pain that shot up her leg nearly sent her to the floor, but she managed to grab hold of the counter. Her eyes shut for a moment as she tried to compose herself, but the pain was so bad it almost brought her to tears. When he helped her to the table, she didn’t complain. She sat there and waited silently as he finished making the food. Really, she was just trying not to focus on the pain. Her ankle was now more than throbbing and the pain had spread up her leg. She tried not to show it, though.



Mostly because she didn’t want him to worry, but she didn’t want to worry either. She knew at some point, relatively soon, that she’d have to go home. She wasn’t even sure exactly where she was or how long it would take to get back. But, the longer she waited, the worse it would get. She was already trying to prepare herself mentally for what would happen, which came across a little bit. She was getting nervous and jittery, wringing her hands as Vanden brought the food to the table.



She tried to smile as he sat down, but it didn’t feel right. She scooped a small amount of eggs on her plate and took a piece of toast, but she really only ate a couple bits and pieces. She pushed the food around a lot, trying to make it seem as if she had eaten more. She did take the water, though. Water was safe. She kept it in her hands most of the time, taking small sips to make it last longer.

 

[Direct Timing]

It didn’t take long for Vanden to finish his breakfast. He was starving even before he had gone to bed the night before. He even had seconds while Anabelle seemingly ate very little. Vanden didn’t say much while he was feeding his face. He did look up at Anabelle and smile at her now and then. “This is the best breakfast I’ve had in a while.” He said finishing up. “Are you done Anabelle?” He asked reaching for her plate. If she was done he would take both of their plates and put them in the sink. He returned to her rubbing his chin with the back of his hand. “I know you probably need to get home…do you want to bathe first? I can run a bath for you. After you get ready and stuff, I can call you a cab. I’ll pay for it. My mom, she used to give me money for doing house chores, so I saved a lot of it. Oh-you need the notebook don’t you?” Without waiting for a reply Vanden ran to his bedroom and searched around the bed for the notebook, then the desk, then he saw it laying against the far wall. He went over to it and then read what Anabelle had written. I’m sorry. Vanden could also see the smudged lines on the paper as if water droplets had fallen onto it. She’s been crying…

Vanden wondered what she meant exactly. She doesn’t need to be sorry for anything. Vanden took the notebook grabbing a pen on the way out of his bedroom and returned to Anabelle in the kitchen. He held the notebook up showing her what it said. “What are you sorry for Anabelle? You don’t have to be sorry for anything…to be honest with you…” Vanden hesitated. “…I enjoyed you being here. I didn’t feel so alone…if you know what I mean…” Vanden’s eyes fell to the kitchen table. “When my dad is home he doesn’t really talk to me…I mean, he does, just-“ Vanden frowned and looked at Anabelle. “Doesn’t matter.” Vanden pretended to smile and then handed the pen and notebook to Anabelle. “So, what would you like to do?” He asked her sitting back down.

 

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

Ana didn’t eat much as they continued to sit there. A couple more small bites of toast and most of the water was all she had by the time Vanden got finished. Her nerves were steadily growing and it was everything she could do to keep from showing it besides the nervous kicking of her foot. She smiled at Vanden when he smiled at her and nodded when he asked if she was finished, even scooting the plate towards him so he could reach it better. She half turned in her chair so she could face him better although she still didn’t make a lot of eye contact.



She sat there awkwardly, not really sure what to do without something to write with or write on. He suddenly went to get the notebook from last night, which only made her more nervous. She remembered the words she had written in her emotional state last night and wished she had ripped the page out instead of throwing the book. She glanced nervously at the clock and was slightly relieved that it was only just after 10, but at this point it didn’t matter how early it was. She didn’t go home last night. That’s all that mattered at this point. Vanden returned shortly after with the notebook, but she didn’t look at it. She knew what it said.



She didn’t make any move to look up at him either. She knew the kind of expression that was on her face and she honestly didn’t know how he would react to seeing it. With shaking hands she took the notebook and pen from him, but she didn’t do anything with it. She was too afraid for words at this point. A large chunk of her wanted to just write everything down. I’m scared. I don’t want to go home. He’ll hurt me again if I do. I don’t know if I’ll live through it this time.



The feeling made her want to throw up and already she could feel hot tears streaming down her face. She turned back to the table and pressed her forehead against it, one hand clutching the pen and the notebook to her chest, the other pressed against her face. Now that the fear was here, she was drowning in it, and unable to pull herself back. The tears flowed and her body shook. She didn’t know what she wanted to do exactly. Everything that came to mind was selfish. He had already done so much for her even after all he had been through.

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Spoiler: Phone Friendly

Ana didn’t eat much as they continued to sit there. A couple more small bites of toast and most of the water was all she had by the time Vanden got finished. Her nerves were steadily growing and it was everything she could do to keep from showing it besides the nervous kicking of her foot. She smiled at Vanden when he smiled at her and nodded when he asked if she was finished, even scooting the plate towards him so he could reach it better. She half turned in her chair so she could face him better although she still didn’t make a lot of eye contact.



She sat there awkwardly, not really sure what to do without something to write with or write on. He suddenly went to get the notebook from last night, which only made her more nervous. She remembered the words she had written in her emotional state last night and wished she had ripped the page out instead of throwing the book. She glanced nervously at the clock and was slightly relieved that it was only just after 10, but at this point it didn’t matter how early it was. She didn’t go home last night. That’s all that mattered at this point. Vanden returned shortly after with the notebook, but she didn’t look at it. She knew what it said.



She didn’t make any move to look up at him either. She knew the kind of expression that was on her face and she honestly didn’t know how he would react to seeing it. With shaking hands she took the notebook and pen from him, but she didn’t do anything with it. She was too afraid for words at this point. A large chunk of her wanted to just write everything down. I’m scared. I don’t want to go home. He’ll hurt me again if I do. I don’t know if I’ll live through it this time.



The feeling made her want to throw up and already she could feel hot tears streaming down her face. She turned back to the table and pressed her forehead against it, one hand clutching the pen and the notebook to her chest, the other pressed against her face. Now that the fear was here, she was drowning in it, and unable to pull herself back. The tears flowed and her body shook. She didn’t know what she wanted to do exactly. Everything that came to mind was selfish. He had already done so much for her even after all he had been through.

 

[Direct Timing]

Vanden watched Anabelle take the notebook and pen. She seemed to hesitate writing anything. Perhaps there was a lot she wanted to say, perhaps not. Vanden wasn’t sure, but when she started crying and then leaned over the table he watched for a moment. Of course…your home life isn’t any better is it?

Vanden scooted his chair closer to Anabelle and he slowly caressed her back trying to comfort her. “Anabelle…what’s wrong?” Vanden asked quietly and then leaned into her putting his arm around her. “If you just need to cry then that’s ok, just cry.” He gave Anabelle a few minutes before leaning back up to see if she was ready to write or not.

 

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

She was almost oblivious to the word around her as she sat there and cried. She hadn’t really heard him speak or move his chair over. When he put his hand on her back, she jumped, almost flinching away from him. But, she knew who it was and really wasn’t afraid of him. When he put his arm around her, it only made her cry more. Her body wracked with sobs and she let the pen and notebook fall to the ground, her other hand moving up to cover her face. His arm was warm and comforting and almost instinctively shifted and wrapped her arms around him, her head burying against him. She wasn’t sure if this was okay or not.



She half expected him to push her away, not wanting her arms around him or her crying into him like that. But… it had been so long since she had any kind of comfort, any kind of warmth from another person. Even if they barely knew each other, he still knew more about her than anything else. Her arms wrapped tighter around him as she cried. She didn’t know how long she stayed there for. It could have been minutes or hours. Eventually her tears dried up and she reluctantly sat up. Her eyes were red and puffy and she rubbed at them with the back of her hand. Her body still shook in small tremors, but at least the crying had stopped and it had left her numb to a degree.



She leaned down and picked up the notepad and pen, hesitantly writing:



I think I should just go home now. I can walk..I just need to know exactly where we are.



She put the notebook on the table for him to read, her hands wrapping around themselves.

coding by cychotic

Spoiler: Phone Friendly

She was almost oblivious to the word around her as she sat there and cried. She hadn’t really heard him speak or move his chair over. When he put his hand on her back, she jumped, almost flinching away from him. But, she knew who it was and really wasn’t afraid of him. When he put his arm around her, it only made her cry more. Her body wracked with sobs and she let the pen and notebook fall to the ground, her other hand moving up to cover her face. His arm was warm and comforting and almost instinctively shifted and wrapped her arms around him, her head burying against him. She wasn’t sure if this was okay or not.



She half expected him to push her away, not wanting her arms around him or her crying into him like that. But… it had been so long since she had any kind of comfort, any kind of warmth from another person. Even if they barely knew each other, he still knew more about her than anything else. Her arms wrapped tighter around him as she cried. She didn’t know how long she stayed there for. It could have been minutes or hours. Eventually her tears dried up and she reluctantly sat up. Her eyes were red and puffy and she rubbed at them with the back of her hand. Her body still shook in small tremors, but at least the crying had stopped and it had left her numb to a degree.



She leaned down and picked up the notepad and pen, hesitantly writing:



I think I should just go home now. I can walk..I just need to know exactly where we are.



She put the notebook on the table for him to read, her hands wrapping around themselves.

 

[Direct Timing]

Vanden was surprised when Anabelle put her arms around him and cried into his chest. He felt his shirt getting wet, but that was no big deal. He simply held her with both arms resting his head on her shoulder. When she sat back and started writing Vanden read it and looked surprised. “Anabelle…you don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to. But, if you ever do, you can text me or write me a note…do you have a cell phone?” He asked. “And as for walking, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you walk with your ankle like that. Anyway, here’s my number. Write down your address and I’ll call a cab. No butts.” Vanden quickly scrawled his number on the notebook.

 

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

You’ve done so much for me, you have to let me do something for you. Anything. Okay? There has to be something. Not now maybe…but anything.



She hung her head and wrote what he requested, but she wasn’t that happy about it. She made sure to underline the last part. She wanted to repay him for absolutely everything, but she didn’t exactly know how. It was true she didn’t have a cell phone, so she didn’t make a move to do anything with his phone number. The address she had given was a couple blocks away from her house. If she showed up in front of her house with a taxi, things would not go well. They would go a lot worse than what was originally going to happen. When she was finished she scooted the notebook to him and stood up with a wince. She wasn’t sure how long it would take a taxi to get to the house, but she couldn’t very well leave in what she had on and while she didn’t relish the thought of changing back into her day old clothes, she didn’t have much of a choice. It would probably be better anyways. If she showed up in freshly washed clothes, it would just be another thing her father would get angry at.



Her balance wobbled as she stood there, one hand on the table and another stretched out for balance. She took a hesitant step, but the pain brought her to her knees. Her ankle immediately started throbbing. She took a few steady breaths as she knelt there, determined not to let that stop her. She’d have to walk the couple blocks home, so she had to get used to the pain now. Carefully, she edged herself over to the wall for support.

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[Direct Timing]

As Vanden read what she wrote he smiled at her. “Ok, not now, but maybe later you can do something for me, though you don’t have to.” Vanden looked confused when she moved the notebook back over to him. “Uh…ok…no worries…” And when she stood up, Vanden stood up.

Vanden watched with some sadness as Anabelle tried to walk. “Ana-“ Vanden started, "...please, let me help you home…I don’t know where you live but…I can call a cab or walk you at least. I mean,” He gestured toward her swollen ankle, “You can’t walk on that, believe me, I know from football. Here.” Vanden walked over to her and put his arm around her like he had been doing to support her.

“Let’s get your things, and I can walk you, ok?” Vanden asked, but really he was insisting he help her.

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[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

Ana was somewhat relieved when Vanden agreed that at some point, she would be able to do what she could to repay him. But, even with that in mind, She still had the issue of walking to deal with. She had been determined to do it on her own, knowing at some point she would have to anyways, but it was pointless. She didn’t resist when Vanden came over and supported her. It almost made her want to break down in tears again, unable to accept how very helpless she was now. She clung to him as they walked back to his room and as soon as they were next to her old clothes, she plopped down onto the floor.



She turned away from him and started changing, not warning him or giving him time to turn around. She wasn’t in any kind of mind to care about something like that and she really needed to give a move on. Her back was covered in large scars that contrasted with her white skin as well as a few deep purple bruises. She quickly changed and folded his clothes neatly, putting them on his desk for whatever. She crawled over to the bed and grabbed her bag, strapping it onto her back before she stood up. Wearing her shoes made walking even more difficult, the restriction on her ankle making it more difficult to maneuver into positions that were less painful to walk in.



She used the bed and the desk, as well as whatever was in reach to get to the door. By the time she got there, she was already out of breath, her body starting to shake. But, still she was determined.

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Spoiler: Phone Friendly

Ana was somewhat relieved when Vanden agreed that at some point, she would be able to do what she could to repay him. But, even with that in mind, She still had the issue of walking to deal with. She had been determined to do it on her own, knowing at some point she would have to anyways, but it was pointless. She didn’t resist when Vanden came over and supported her. It almost made her want to break down in tears again, unable to accept how very helpless she was now. She clung to him as they walked back to his room and as soon as they were next to her old clothes, she plopped down onto the floor.



She turned away from him and started changing, not warning him or giving him time to turn around. She wasn’t in any kind of mind to care about something like that and she really needed to give a move on. Her back was covered in large scars that contrasted with her white skin as well as a few deep purple bruises. She quickly changed and folded his clothes neatly, putting them on his desk for whatever. She crawled over to the bed and grabbed her bag, strapping it onto her back before she stood up. Wearing her shoes made walking even more difficult, the restriction on her ankle making it more difficult to maneuver into positions that were less painful to walk in.



She used the bed and the desk, as well as whatever was in reach to get to the door. By the time she got there, she was already out of breath, her body starting to shake. But, still she was determined.

 

[Direct Timing]

Vanden waited by the bed as Anabelle dropped to the floor. He was going to say something but then she pulled off her shirt and that is when he saw those scars on her back mixed with bruises. Vanden's mouth opened in silence. That was not something he was expecting to see. Her...back... Vanden turned around while she finished changing. There were a million questions running through his mind he wanted to ask her. Would ask her at some point. Like who did this, and why? When he heard Anabelle standing up he turned back around and saw that she was in her old clothes again he went over to her.

"Dammit, Anabelle, you're stubborn. I told you I'm going to take you home. First of all, here take my phone and put in your address." Vanden launched the maps app and handed his phone to her. Vanden literally picked up Anabelle in his strong arms. She was so light, it was like carrying a couple of pillows. Vanden made his way out the front door and went down to the side walk being careful of the snow on the ground. "Hold the phone up so I can see it, please." Vanden said carrying Anabelle down the street.
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[DrabberRogue]

It wasn't often that Serena had to take extra time for studying and homework. The girl was usually so diligent with her assignments that she got them done the day they were handed out. Studying maybe took a little longer, but in general she didn't need to go out of her way to do that. She certainly didn't need to hike all the way out to the library for it. However Serena didn't just do the basics of what was assigned to her. Oh no, this girl always took the opportunity for extra credit. So when her history teacher gave an assignment that required actual research, research she couldn't just do in her textbook, she naturally chose the library.

Serena was almost done with the research part of her project when the cheer captain came in to tutor some other girl. All those troubles with the cheer leading team and she was still taking time out of her day to help someone. Grace really was too good for the world, although maybe her priorities were a little out of order. However Serena didn't pay them much mind. She'd chosen one of the more secluded corners of the library for a reason. She wanted to focus on her work. The green eyed girl had her earbuds in, playing music just loud enough to drown out everything else. Her strawberry-blonde hair was drawn up into a ponytail, mostly just to keep it out of the way. Although she did spend a little time making it look nice. Well, a little by her standards. Serena knew at least of one person who would've literally died if he had to wait for her to do her hair.

The only nearby seat at her table was occupied by her beige overcoat draped over its back, while her pink scarf was folded neatly in the seat itself. A clear sign she didn't want to be bothered while she was busy. Even Serena could only work for so long, however. Eventually her pen came to a halt, putting a stop to the several pages worth of cursive notes she'd been taking. At long last she was satisfied with her research. Now all that was left was to do the assignment itself. With a quiet sigh the girl let herself lean back into her seat, breaking posture for just a moment so she could relax. Her brilliant emerald gaze shifted up from the dull white and black of her notebook's paper, looking with idle curiosity to see if Grace was still around. No such luck.

Weirdly though the girl she'd been tutoring was still there. Had she canceled her tutoring session too? Knowing Grace she probably had a good reason though, she wasn't the type to just abandon someone. Glancing back down at her notebook, Serena found herself kind of reluctant to move onto the next stage of her extra credit. She needed to take a break. Yes, Serena Harper was indeed still human. She couldn't just work indefinitely. Again she looked across the room at the other girl, the one whose name she didn't yet know.

It didn't take long for the idea to strike her head. Taking a moment to regain her posture, Serena removed her earbuds and uncrossed her legs to stand up. After wrapping the earbuds around her phone she then started towards the other girl's table, making sure to bring her pen along. Maybe she could try to pick up where Grace left off. Just for today, of course. Only Serena would think to take a break from schoolwork by doing different schoolwork. Although to be fair there was another person involved with the work. Someone who was probably Grace's friend. Maybe. Most people who talked to the blonde seemed to be her friends, so it was a pretty good bet.

A small smile decorated Serena's face as she reached the table. "Hey." She softly greeted, waving with the hand that held her pen while the other hand slid her phone into her pocket. "D'you want some help with that?" The hand with the pen gestured to the other girl's biology textbook, Serena's own bright eyes glancing over what was on the table before returning to the brown of its occupant.

Winona

 

[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

Ana reluctantly took his phone when he handed it to her and stared at it for a moment, not exactly sure why he wanted her to put in her address. She stared at him for a moment, squeezing the phone between her fingers. She was about to switch to the messages, to ask him exactly why, when she was suddenly being lifted off the ground. She gasped, her eyes going wide as an arm clung to him and her body tensed. This was absolutely the last thing she was expecting and now that she was fully aware of her surroundings, she felt awkward in his arms. She almost considered trying to squirm free, but she was worried about landing on her ankle or on her bad arm. Her other hand pressed his phone to her chest and she still didn’t do anything with it until they were almost out the house.

She unhappily put in the address of a house close to hers, hoping he wouldn’t insist on walking her straight to her door. That would cause some issues and she would really have to put her foot down, which was not something she wanted. She stared down at the phone for a moment and held it up to him so he could see which direction to go, but then immediately pulled open a new message.

Vanden please. You don’t have to do this. It’s freezing out and its a 20 minute walk…I can make it…I’ll be slow but I can do it.

Even as she wrote that and held it up for him to read, she began to shiver lightly. She had left the jacket at his house and she was glad he didn’t notice. She curled up against him as much as she could, hoping at the very least they would be able to keep each other warm.

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Spoiler: Phone Friendly

Ana reluctantly took his phone when he handed it to her and stared at it for a moment, not exactly sure why he wanted her to put in her address. She stared at him for a moment, squeezing the phone between her fingers. She was about to switch to the messages, to ask him exactly why, when she was suddenly being lifted off the ground. She gasped, her eyes going wide as an arm clung to him and her body tensed. This was absolutely the last thing she was expecting and now that she was fully aware of her surroundings, she felt awkward in his arms. She almost considered trying to squirm free, but she was worried about landing on her ankle or on her bad arm. Her other hand pressed his phone to her chest and she still didn’t do anything with it until they were almost out the house.

She unhappily put in the address of a house close to hers, hoping he wouldn’t insist on walking her straight to her door. That would cause some issues and she would really have to put her foot down, which was not something she wanted. She stared down at the phone for a moment and held it up to him so he could see which direction to go, but then immediately pulled open a new message.

Vanden please. You don’t have to do this. It’s freezing out and its a 20 minute walk…I can make it…I’ll be slow but I can do it.

Even as she wrote that and held it up for him to read, she began to shiver lightly. She had left the jacket at his house and she was glad he didn’t notice. She curled up against him as much as she could, hoping at the very least they would be able to keep each other warm.

 

[Direct Timing]

Vanden read the message getting a little perturbed and then he felt her shiver. That's when he noticed she wasn't wearing her coat she had gotten from the changing room. "Dammit, where's your coat Anabelle? And stop being so damn stubborn. I'm going to carry you home. You only weigh like 25 pounds so I can carry you for twenty minutes." He pulled her closer to his body as he held her so that she might be a little warmer. "Now put that phone back on the map app so I know which way to go." He crossed his eyes and put his nose against hers. "Please."

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[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

Ana breathed out an aggravated sigh and pulled the phone back down. His frustration with her made her feel guilty, but she really didn’t want him to keep doing things for her. At some point she would owe him too much to be able to easily pay back. She didn’t struggle when he held her closer, thankful for the warmth. It would be better if the jacket stayed with him anyways. She was sure he would probably find a way to get it to her at school or at the very least take it back to the lost and found. She would have to toss it or hide it somewhere if she had brought it with her.

Speaking of the lost and found…She was about to write something else out before putting it back to the maps when suddenly Vanden’s face was right in front of hers, their noses brushing against each other. His voice made her breath catch and she could feel her cheeks start to burn. She buried her face against his chest for a moment and then put it back to the maps like he requested, thoughts of her lost notebook and her request lost on her.

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Spoiler: Phone Friendly

Ana breathed out an aggravated sigh and pulled the phone back down. His frustration with her made her feel guilty, but she really didn’t want him to keep doing things for her. At some point she would owe him too much to be able to easily pay back. She didn’t struggle when he held her closer, thankful for the warmth. It would be better if the jacket stayed with him anyways. She was sure he would probably find a way to get it to her at school or at the very least take it back to the lost and found. She would have to toss it or hide it somewhere if she had brought it with her.

Speaking of the lost and found…She was about to write something else out before putting it back to the maps when suddenly Vanden’s face was right in front of hers, their noses brushing against each other. His voice made her breath catch and she could feel her cheeks start to burn. She buried her face against his chest for a moment and then put it back to the maps like he requested, thoughts of her lost notebook and her request lost on her.

 

[Direct Timing]

Vanden giggled when Anabelle's face turned red and she buried her face in his chest. It was so cute. "Anabelle, you are so precious." He said stopping. "I wish I knew why you can't talk...I'd love to hear your voice. I bet its pretty." Vanden looked at Anabelle as a few cars drove by. One black SUV slowed down to stare at them. Vanden furrowed his brow at them but then realized it might be his new neighbor that lived across the street from him. The car looked familiar. The driver was an older man, maybe in his 40's, brown hair, and he looked built. Vanden quickly diverted his attention back to the one he was holding. "It's ok though, I mean, if you can't talk or don't want to." Vanden added glancing at the maps and then his phone spoke. "Stay on this route for another 1/4 mile then turn right." Vanden started walking again. "Maybe some day you can tell me."

After sometime of walking Vanden started breathing heavier. His muscles were burning from carrying Anabelle for such a long distance but he didn't let it show. As far as she would know, he was perfectly fine. As they got closer to the address that Anabelle had entered Vanden started to feel a little sad. He was really starting to like her and was afraid he might not see her the following week at school. But he did make a mental note to wash her coat and give it to her. That might be a nice surprise. Maybe I could put it n a box, or wrap it even...no...that's stupid. I'll just hand it to her and tell her to smell it. The coat will smell all clean and fresh and then maybe she will whisper 'Thank you'. Vanden smiled at himself. That was going to be a good plan.

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[Gomenesigh]

Anabelle Price

mentions: Direct Timing

Vanden’s words only made her face light up more and she kept it hidden, lightly swatting at his chest. She had never been called anything like that before andd it made her utterly flustered. She heard the slowing of a vehicle and Ana tilted her head up enough to see an SUV. She instantly tensed and buried her head again, her heart racing. Was it one of her father’s associates? Was it someone who recognized her? She didn’t get a good look of the driver for fear they would see who she was. The SUV seemed to drive off, but Ana didn’t look up to check.



I wish I knew why you can’t talk. Ana instantly stiffened even more in his arms and her teeth gritted together. Everything was always connected; her problems at home, her silence. She couldn’t tell anyone about anything that was going on. What she had showed Vanden had already been a mistake. One she either needed to fix and fast, or she would face consequences. She shook her head, although it was barely noticeable. Her arms tightened around him and she didn’t make any attempt to communicate further. She didn’t want to risk telling him anymore than he already knew.



She stayed silent for the rest of the walk and when they finally got in front of the house, she squirmed ouot of his arms. Her arms wrapped tight around him and she shifted her legs out of his grip until she stood straight. She quickly closed out of the maps app and went back to the messages.



Thank you…for everything you’ve done…You have no idea how much it means to me…All the kindness you’ve shown. I can make it from here.



She could feel tears start to gather in her eyes and she turned her head downcast as she normally did and handed him the phone. She wrapped her arms around herself, one hand gingerly touching at her injured elbow. She winced, the area still extremely sore even through the clothes and the bandages.

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[Direct Timing]

Vanden noticed Anabelle tightened up from his comment. He knew something was going on but he didn't know what for sure or how to help her. He hoped that maybe Anabelle would tell him some day. As Vanden took the last few steps to where they were supposed to be he stopped and let Anabelle down. He read what she wrote and he smiled at her. "You're welcome Anabelle." Vanden said and leaned over taking her head in both his hands and kissed her forehead. "Please, if you need anything else, I mean anything, come find me...and, well, you know where I live now, so stop by anytime." Vanden took the phone as she handed it to him. He hated seeing her look down all the time when she had such a pretty face. That wasn't normal for a girl, hell it wasn't normal for anyone. He wanted to take her all the way to her doorstep, to her bedroom.
Vanden turned to leave. He was about halfway home when a black SUV pulled up along side him. "Hey kid." A man said. Vanden turned to see who it was. It was the same guy who drove by earlier. His neighbor. "Oh, hey." Vanden said stopping to face the guy.

"Don't you live across the street from me?" The man asked.

"Yeah, yeah, you just moved into the house across the street from me right?"

"That's right. I'm Brian." He said holding out his hand. Vanden stepped closer.

"I'm Vanden." They shook hands.

"Well, I see by your Letterman jacket you play football." Brian said.

"Yeah, running back." Vanden said with a proud smile.

"Cool man, I used to be a line backer, but that was a long time ago." Brian laughed.

"You did?" Vanden asked.

"Sure did. So, I thought I saw you carrying a girl earlier. Was that your girlfriend?" Brian asked.

"Uh, no...nothing like that...I mean...we kinda of just met. I like her though." Vanden said smiling.

Brian smiled. Vanden saw that he had straight white teeth.

"Girls are great. Every guy should date one." Brian said.

Vanden laughed. "Yeah, I think they are pretty great!"

Brian looked around then in his rear view mirror and saw that the street was empty behind him and then looked back to Vanden. "So, where you headed now?" Brian asked.

Vanden shrugged. "Just heading back home I guess."

"Well, hop in, I'll give you a ride." Brian said.

"Oh, uh, ok, sure." Vanden hesitated but Brian seemed nice enough. Plus he was a football player so he could be trusted. Vanden went around to the passenger side and got in.

"Put your seat belt on." Brian said.

"Yeah." Vanden said and locked in his seat belt.

Brian pulled away from the curb and slowly drove down the street with his new catch...

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[Direct Timing]

The two football players chatted for a while about the games they've been in and working out. Vanden didn't seem to notice that Brian was driving slow as they talked. Vanden wasn't in a hurry to get back home as it was and he was rather enjoying Brian's company. Soon they were pulling into Brian's driveway and he put the car in park. "So, do you want to come in for a while?" He asked Vanden.

"Uh, nah, I mean I would, but I had a busy weekend and I still need to do homework." Vanden said opening the car door. Brian placed his hand on Vanden's leg and patted it.

"Well, maybe some other time. Oh, by the way, any chance I can get you to shovel my side walk. It's kind of treacherous to walk on with all of the snow on it." Brian asked with a smile. "I would pay you of course."

"Yeah, sure. Maybe tomorrow after school?" Vanden asked.

"That would work. I may not be home but you can get started anytime."

"Ok yeah, sounds good." Vanden said getting out. He felt a little uncomfortable with Brian patting his leg, but then again, the guys always slapped each other on the ass or the thighs in the locker room, so he must not have meant anything by it.

When Vanden got inside his home he went back to his bedroom and scrolled through his text messages. That's when he realized he had missed a text from Jaehwa. "Shit!" Vanden said. But, he found himself hesitating. Finally he started typing.

"Hi Jaehwa. No its fine. I thought I scared you off or something...sorry I'm just now texting you back. Had a busy weekend. I know it's Sunday night, but, if you want, we can hang out?"

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[PenguinFox]

Tallulah smiled warmly at Sam. "Well on behalf of Westbrook, welcome." she said readjusting the bag on her shoulder. "I suppose I can understand wanting to better yourself despite the elements." A bright smile crested Lulu's face as Sam shared her opinions on photographers. Even if she didn't mean the words she was very polite and Lulu decided that the white haired girl was a nice person. "Thank you for noticing Sam. Not everyone realizes what exactly we have to go through to get the perfect shot. I would assume it's a similar determination to that of an athlete though." she said returning the friendly gesture of appreciation for what the other person was doing.

"Lulu might be easier in emergencies, but I hope that wouldn't be a worry. Tallulah works just fine, I have no real preference one way or the other." Light brown eyes watched as the other girl took the water apprehensively. "I insist. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure. Besides you need the hydration more than I do, and I have this hot chocolate. I'm usually over prepared." she gave a casual shrug as she took back the bottle and placed it back into her bag.

Slightly disappointingly Sam admitted she was not in fact a creature of the fey. Lulu gave a slight pout but her smile quickly returned. "Well, your hair is quite pretty. I guess I just assumed because of how perfectly it matched the scenery that you were a winter spirit of some kind. Speaking of which..." she placed her thermos in her bag and retrieved the camera again. "Do you....Do you mind if I take a few pictures of you? Purely aesthetically. I won't sell them or anything. Unless you want me to, then you'd get half of all profits. But if not then it'd just be art." Lulu hoped the request wasn't too forward. She understood that some people found that kind of thing weird and she could come off as strange but she never meant any harm. In fact it was usually a compliment. She truly thought this Sam girl was pretty and wanted to capture this image in a more permanent way than memory. Gomenesigh

 

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Nicole Belrose​

Nicole found Brie’s company to be somewhat tolerable so far, Nicole had half expected the young woman to chew, talk and kick her feet up on the table all at the same time like a delinquent. The heiress exhaled sharply, ashamed of her preconceptions regarding her buoyant lunch mate. Surprisingly, Brie had displayed enough courtesy despite the grating sound of Brie's constant finger drumming on the table. Brie had stopped suddenly, perhaps finally realizing Nicole glancing towards her fingers in disapproval.

The waiter served Brie's lunch, and she wasted no time digging in, instantly one slice of truffle flew into her mouth. "That would be preferable." Nicole was silently glad, the moment Ms. Ceres had assigned NIcole to Brie, her heart sank, anyone but her. She thought. Nicole wouldn't have survived Brie's constant need for conversation, the girl was absolutely needy in that regard. Even more so with Nicole for some unknown reason. She needled Nicole at every turn, trying to prompt a reply yet Nicole returning none. Thankfully however, Brie had surprised her with her professionalism, however limited that was, Nicole took it.


Her cheek twitched at the casual wink and cheeky little grin, what a minx. She pushed down the urge to roll her eyes. "At the laboratory then," Nicole paused, casting a faux-glare at Brie, "As usual." Nicole turned her attention towards her last piece of steak, plunging into the meat and scooping it into her mouth. Savoring the taste of an exquisite meal before relegating herself to sub-standard food tomorrow. Cafeteria food. Perhaps she'll skip lunch for the hundredth time and make a sandwich as always. She could imagine it now, Brie bouncing into the laboratory with more food. And herself, acquiescing to her requests just so the girl would shut up.

Tomorrow there'll be a valid reason for Brie to interrupt her in the laboratory, Nicole had invited her even; that was a whole can of worms. But Nicole could handle it. It was only Brie. And she had handled Brie for the better part of high school. "Why are you sweaty?" The question flew out of her mouth faster than her mind could process, she held her hand from slapping herself square in the face for the promptness. The woman had tell-tale signs of exertion, her knuckles were pink from hitting something and sweat till glistened on her forehead. "Please tell me you did not get into a fight. As much as I am capable, our marks for the class are shared and I cannot have my project mate in jail or the hospital." Nicole chided her lightly.


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[Kipsy]

Jaehwa

Mood: Lonely | Interacting with: Vanden ( Direct Timing )

Having received no answer from Vanden right away, Jaehwa eventually gave up waiting. Standing up and stretching, he made his way back home. It didn't take long and, once he was there, he slipped his shoes off and entered. No one was home. Confusion furrowed his brows for a few moments before he saw it. A note was attached to the corkboard, fancy handwriting a starking contrast to the bland, pink paper.

Went to the store. Be back soon! Love, Mom.​

A loose sigh leaving his chapped lips, Jaehwa ran his fingers through his hair. Usually, he wouldn't care where his mother went while Dad was at work. But tonight... That meant he was on his own for dinner. The problem? He didn't know how to cook.

Instant noodles it was.

Jaehwa soon had a cup of noodles in one hand and the television remote in the other. When he found nothing interesting to watch on the satellite, he got out his DVDs and watched a few plays, starting with Cats. It was humorous and entertaining, not to mention having a requirement of little to no thought, which made it perfect for occasions such as these where he really just wanted to pass the time. He figured he was probably the only teenager on the planet who didn't have anything to do over the weekend. His focus was usually on academics and club-based activities. Psh, a social life? That was nonexistent for him. It was also... pretty sad.

Shaking his depressing thoughts away, Jaehwa busied himself with his plays. The afternoon turned to night sooner than he realized. And, once it did, he finally got a text back from Vanden. A smile shaped his lips and he set his noodles down on the coffee table to send him another message.

it's alright. i don't mind. and we can totally hang out. do you have anywhere particular in mind?

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