Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Thread Topic: Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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xDDD "DAMN FRONTAL CORTEX!" Nice, maybe the brain surgeons can remove that for ya.
I bowed my head and continued walking. "Hey, hey... Sam, wait." I looked up at the mention of my name. I was enveloped in strong arms. "Ryan. How'd you find me?"
XDDDD I DUNNO. I BLANKED OUT. AND I DIDN'T WANT A CRIME SCENE. SO THERE. -
xD LOL This is so histerical.
*was talking
I was just so irritated I just couldn't think clearly. Which mean't off to home I went. -
He kissed my forehead, holding me close. "I followed you guys. Just to see you home safely." I felt safe for the first time in, well, forever.
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I walked, and walked, back in the direction I was supposed be going, and then it hit me. What if I had taken a wrong road or something? Okay, now you're just worrying yourself, Randy. Get a hold of yourself.
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"Where's Randy?" he asked, holding my hand.
"I uh... I left him," I shook my head. "I wasn't thinking clearly... I just did..." -
You're turning into a woman.
I told myself mentally. "Damn, can wait to get home now." -
"Let me take you home. He'll turn up there." He led me to his car.
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Gotta go. I'll be back later. Bye!
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Bye Lana. See ya.
"Get it together, Get it together." I snarled and ran off. -
Guess who's back? :P
The ride home was quiet and peaceful. Ryan drove with one hand, holding mine in the other. He gave my hand a comforting squeeze every so often. -
:3
Finally, After Randy gets home
I stepped inside, Amazed that I had beaten Sam to the house. I mean, seriously; Even though I had taken a taxi... -
He pulled a little ways down the street as I instructed him to. "Thanks, Ryan." I pecked him on the cheek before getting out of the car and making my way to our driveway and eventually opening the front door minutes later.
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I had went upstairs, locked my bedroom door, and kicked my shoes off. For the first time ever, I realized the reality my world faced. I was the one the who tore this family apart. I was the one who made Sams life hell. And I was the one, who was better off dead. So why did dad hate Sam so much?
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( alana? would you like to continue the other soap opera or continue with ozzy's soap opera? )
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I slipped inside, closing the front door as quietly as I could. I slipped off my sneakers and hung my coat up in the coat closet and practically threw myself onto the couch. I'd been such a b---- to Randy. Such a f---ing b----.
I'll continue this one, thanks dragon. I have to go in 10 for a movie.
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