There's gonna be a fight

[ilikejourney]

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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[ilikejourney]

"Yeah ... uh, better," I said and looked around. Nice and quiet and ... alone. I noticed the bottle of bacardi in her hand and just ... looked at it, I guess before looking back up at her. She had a smile on her face, but just seconds before, she seemed so nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about and well, it was kind of my job to be nervous. Leaning back against the wall, I shrugged.

"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.

[darkersideofyou]

"No. He's definitely not my older brother." I clarified for him. Even though I couldn't blame him for being confused considering the spaz I had turned into for a second. It was just that it was weird....having a guy rush to my defense like that. Especially when I could probably break this guy in half with my pinky finger. I didn't need anyone to defend me against Spike but it was nice that Ryan had tried anyways. "We're just old friends. Sometimes we get to horsing around and just get carried away. Sorry about that. He can be a jerk sometimes."

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.

[ilikejourney]

For some reason there was something about Spike. I don't know. Maybe it was just because he was able to horse around with her like that. Old friends. Okay, I wasn't jealous. There was nothing to be jealous of, especially not of him, but maybe there was jealousy toward the whole situation. I used to have friends that I could horse around with and it was fine, but now, those days are pretty much gone and instead of me thinking about them every five minutes, maybe I should try to do something else for a change.

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?"

[darkersideofyou]

There was something about him that made me pause, and I couldn't really figure out just what it was. He wanted to say something but he wasn't letting himself and I didn't know why. He said he didn't believe but then he stopped himself like maybe he did believe he was just too afraid to think about it, or to admit it. It looked like I wasn't the only one who'd played a hand and lost. That's life though, right? Or death. Whatever.

"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."

[ilikejourney]

It wasn't stupid, I was just curious as to why she was asking me that question. I hoped she wasn't going to do anything stupid, but something inside of me just had a feeling she wouldn't do something like that. Then again, I could be wrong. It happens. Sometimes too often. Leaning back against the wall, I glanced over at the beach, with the bonfire and then turned my attention back to her. I just watched her, watching them. Did she want to be out there? Honestly, I was alot better where I was at.

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."