I knew I should have left the party once Lucy walked away, but something told me to stay. Regretting it, horribly now because for one, I didn’t know anyone and two … that’s just it. I didn’t know anyone, these people were crazy and for some reason, I just kept on staying. At least there was alcohol. And I hated to drink but right now, it was a
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"No," I said quickly when he tried to leave and I pushed him up against the wall hard again. "Sorry." I muttered, I hadn't meant to push him that hard, I guess sometimes I just get carried away but I don't usually have much interaction with people who didn't have superpowers. Quickly I let him go and took a step back but he just looked at me.
"I know what that looked like but...Spike is..." A vampire? A doofus? Take your pick really. "My brother." I said before I could really think about it. Brother? He was way too old to be my brother, not to mention that was just weird. "I mean, friend. We're friends. Old...old friends." I really wasn't doing very well with this, was I? "We were just fooling around..."
"Don't go." I said, surprising even myself as I looked up at him. "I think you should stay. I'm sorry about Spike. He's KIND OF AN IDIOT." I said loud enough for Spike to hear me.
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Friends?
Old friends?
What they go way back? I was confused- even more so and I just wanted to get out of here, but she didn't want me to. And with her not really wanting me to go, I didn't really want to go, but I didn't want to be around here, or him, or ... just here.
Glancing over at ... Spike .... I shook my head when she said he was kind of an idiot and from the smile on his face, he wasn't exactly fighting it. He came over though and walked up behind her, telling her that he'd see her in class on Monday. Wait, he was her teacher? Or were they just ...
Okay, a little more confused now.
"Come on, let's ... move from this area ... I mean, if you want," I said and looked at her and nodded out the window, toward the beach. I figured we could hang out for a little longer before I had to get back ... to nothing.
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"What?" I asked Ryan, focusing back on him when he suggested that we should go back out to the beach. Hadn't we tried that once and it hadn't really worked out for us? I mean, I saw my dead sister and I kind of freaked. I didn't wanna do that again. But what could we do? Just stand around here?
"No..." I said shortly. "I mean, I can't." Why was I nervous in front of him? I don't really get nervous around guys. It had actually been a really long time since I was in the position to be nervous. I wasn't shy, I just wasn't...really sure what I was doing either. It was weird, this trying to live a normal life. My life was so far from normal.
"But..." I looked around, biting down on my lower lip as I took in the crowd. Suddenly grabbing his hand I pulled him through the crowd, snatching a bottle of Bacardi on the way. It wasn't my usual drink of choice but I wasn't driving anywhere tonight and I could get drunk if I wanted to.
Once we were alone, in the entryway between the noise of the kitchen and the back door, I let go of his hand and smiled at him. "This is better."
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"So, don't tell me I just tried to beat up your older brother?" I said, breaking the short silence that was between us. I gave her a small smile, the most I could possibly muster before nodding to the bottle in her hand. Not that I was a big drinker, I wasn't, or, I never used to be. My mother was an alcoholic and that's what started this whole thing. You know, her kicking me out and me calling my public defender to come and get me, only to get kicked out again and go home to literally nothing. She up and left me and it was only then I actually felt like I wasn't alone because I moved in with the Cohen's and things seemed to be looking up.
I guess I was wrong about that. Not to mention on so many levels.
"Wait, actualy, I can't drink, I have to drive." And I wasn't bringing her back with me, not that she wanted to, but I wasn't. And I wasn't going with her.
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I looked down at the bottle when he told me he couldn't drink because he was driving. Well, at least he was responsible, that was kind of cool. "Yeah, I don't really drink." I admitted to him. "But it's been a long week." It hadn't really been a long week, or if it had been, it was only because this had been a really long year. And it was true, I wasn't much of a drinker but it was a party and Molly had driven us here so I didn't see the harm in it.
"Do you believe in an afterlife, Ryan?" I asked him curiously and I didn't even know why. He didn't seem to say much, which I liked because everybody is always saying too much. It's like constant chatter at school, and it was nice to find someone who appreciated a little bit of silence.
And I guess I asked him because I was hung up on my sister. I could have sworn I saw her somewhere around here, but I knew it wasn't possible. It just wasn't. Was it possible to be haunted? Max had taught me a few things about ghosts before he'd gotten himself killed but I'd never actually dealt with a ghost before.
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Crossing my arms, I leaned back against the wall again and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I get that. Been a long week for uh, me too, I guess you could say."
Letting out a breath, I then swallowed and nodded my head to the faint music that I heard in the few rooms over. At least it was quiet here, but since I really had nothing to say - I wasn't exactly good at the ... actual conversation thing, it was nice to be able to hear some type of music to make the time pass.
Only, time completely stopped when she asked me if I believed in an afterlife.
What kind of question was that? I gave her a look and shifted a bit on my feet.
"Uh ... you mean the heaven and hell thing or uh, ghosts because ... yeah, no, I don't ... believe ..." I trailed off and turned my head a little as I looked at her, before shifting my eyes away from her.
"Why are you asking me that?"
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"Sorry. It's stupid." I shook my head at him, as I took another swig of the Bacardi and decided I was mostly bored with it so I set it down. "Everybody's out on the beach." I said with a shrug as I looked out of the window, watching the scenery, everybody happy and playing on the beach around the bonfire. Why weren't we out there?
I smiled a little bit as I looked over at Ryan. He was nice and it was strange because I didn't know very many nice guys. Usually they were like Spike, only less dead and British. Usually.
"You're not from around here." I said to him, and had I said that to him before? I couldn't really remember. I thought that I had but I couldn't remember if he'd ever answered it or not. "No offense, you just don't seem like the LA type. Everybody's so fake here. You can't trust anybody." I said as I watched him. "You seem....nice."
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Shrugging, I moved away from the wall and toward her, before leaning back against that wall, beside her. "No, not really. I lived in Chino, but .. things went down. I got into some trouble and I ended up moving to Newport with some ... family." Reaching down, I played with my fingers. "Everyone's fake in Newport too, I mean ... to be honest, I think it's a little worse than this. I lived this kind of life for the past three years before I finally left. I wasn't used to it then and I'm not now. It's all so foreign to me," I told her. I wasn't exactly giving a life story, but I told her enough and it was the truth.
"You seem nice too, and well," I started to smile, a little, "You're the only person I've really talked to since I've been out here."
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