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Outcast Boulevard

Outcast Boulevard

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Eight misfit teens will learn what it is to love, to lose, and find out who they are in one life-altering summer. (Full!)

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Introduction

"Outcast Boulevard"
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Image She lived in a house, but was homeless. Her parents were wealthy socialites, owning a successful chain of high end hotels. They rarely spoke to her, only judged her actions, always yelling and too blind to realize that her older brother was abusing her. They were hardly noticed when she would leave for days at a time, always being to busy with something else. It was around this time that she met a boy, and that boy introduced her to a group of outcast, high school drop outs. Sure, they were into drugs, loud music, and dressed like crazy anarchist fools...but she joined right in. The boy and her got into a relationship. It wasn't the best, but they loved each other. Why not? They understood what was going on in each others heads, he was willing to protect her from her freak family, and she would do anything for him. So what happens when she gets pregnant? Will she have the guts to tell him?

Girl 1 - Taken by me. :p
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Image Her parents were concerned. She was fourteen years old, she was hardly eating anything, and her friends were hardly ideal, but she didn't see anything wrong with it. So when they tried to send her to rehab for anorexia, it was only logical for her to run away. She joined her friends, living in an old fire station, prostituting herself out for quick cash. He met her when she was working a corner, bumping into her by accident. He was a college student, wanting to be a doctor, and positively perfect in her eyes. They started dating, but he wants her to change her lifestyle. Is she willing to give up the sex, drugs, and lawless life for him?

Girl 2 - Taken by WrittenInSilverInk
Boy 2 - Taken by Mela

Image He loved his friends, the crazy way they lived in the moment, and the general unpredictability of his life. What could be better than living on your own terms? Who cares if that meant holey clothes and crappy jobs? They all stuck together, through everything. They were his family, the only people he had left in the world. When he gets diagnosed with stage 4 cancer at a free clinic, why would he want to change anything? It wasn't like he could afford treatment and why would he want to bum everyone out with his bad news? But one drunken night, he confides in her. The one girl who could keep a secret in their tight knit group and the one who had loved him for as long as she had known him. She's determined to help him, but how can she do that without telling the rest of the group? Should she break her promise to keep a secret, or tell everyone so they can help save his life? Even if that means sending him back to his wealthy albeit crazy family?

Boy 3 - Taken by Faithsangel
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Image He came here to avoid his past, to avoid the girl who broke his heart. He loved her with all his heart, but when she told him she wasn't ready to commit to him, he walked away. He left his town and hitchhiked his way across the state until he found refuge with a group of fire house living rejects. He didn't agree with the drugs, but they were nice people, and he turned into the 'big brother' of the little group. Making sure they were all taken care of and the only one with a "real" job. But then his past finds him, and she brings his...son? Turns out she was pregnant when he left, not that either of them had known that at the time. She's ready to commit now, and not just because of the baby. She regrets the things she said, but is he so willing to take her back?

Boy 4 - Taken by Shudderfox
Girl 4 - Taken by Deadaray

"More Information"
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Six out of the eight characters know each other, in fact they all live in "The Firehouse." (It's not really a firehouse, it's just an old building they put a stripper pole in for shits and giggles, and someone said it was "The Firehouse Pole.") The only ones who will be new to all of them at the beginning of the role play is Girl Four and Boy Two. Other than that, everyone living there has been there for a year or more. All of them are 18 - 23, and all of them have some sort of job, illegal or otherwise. Some of them deal drugs, there's prostitution, etc. Some of them might not like each other, but at the end of the day they're family and have each others back. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in OOC.

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Jessa tapped on the back of her cigarette, searching for what she could say next. He didn't want to talk to her, that much was clear from his indifferent "Sup?" She frowned, wondering how he would react to her news. Would he freak out, would he yell, or would he do something ludicrous like say it wasn't possible? She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her palm, like she was trying to rub the tears out of them. All she could focus on was the smell of smoke in the air and the brightness of the sun. Maybe she should just let it all out, like she had been doing all day. She was on a roll, why stop now? Oh right, you couldn't just throw that news at someone...

Could you?

"That night, you didn't....Did you..." She bit the inside of her lip, making it bleed as she searched for words. "I - we...I don't know." This was not working out well, she should have planned more, she should have had note cards, she should have been prepared. How did people in movies pull this shit off? They just ran up, said it, and there were happy endings all around! If only it had been so easy in real life. As it turned out, nothing in Jessa's life had been going easy. Not one damn thing. She was a starving artist, a musician, working as a waitress, living with roommates just to make ends meet, and now pregnant with a drug dealer's baby. Things weren't exactly a fairy tale, and just once? Just once she wished she could have her happy moment, where all the pieces clicked together, that day where everything just went right.

"I'm not good under pressure. I never have been. When something happens I just deal with it and move on. But this? I can't do that with this and it's driving me insane." She said, sighing, looking up at him and feeling totally defeated. "I mean, I guess I could but that would be wrong." That statement was meant more for herself than it was for him. She leaned against a park bench and looked down at the concrete floor. "Zack I'm..." She took a deep breath before finally looking back up at him.

"Zack, I'm pregnant." Finally, the words had come out.

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Grey watched Emma's eyes get shiny, barely, with the threat of tears, only to clear up again just as quickly. Hell, maybe he hadn't even seen it at all. Just wished, somehow, he wasn't the only one of the two of them teetering on the edge. Then again, it probably wouldn't be too good if she started crying and happy-go-lucky Colby happened to look over. See his mom upset. He didn't know the kid at all and couldn't force himself to give the kid any sympathy, but the good guy in him didn't want any kid, his or otherwise, to see it's parent hurt. Upset. Grey looked around him, glancing up and down the street at the various buildings and shops. There was a hot-dog cart a ways down. A couple birds waiting patiently nearby, watching for the guy running the cart to drop something. Lazy ass birds. He couldn't fight the thought. They sat there, living for nothing and too stupid to really feel anything. Sometimes he wished he was like that, but then he'd remember the good times he'd had and shrug the thought away.

Grey started walking, hands in his pockets. Actually, his appetite had left a few moments ago, when she touched his arm and he decided to hug her. Well, that was kind of short to be called a hug, but whatever he did, he probably should've kept his hands to himself. They were going nowhere, both literally and figuratively. Grey didn't have anywhere to eat in mind, and was really just walking now that his need to eat had left. Plus, he didn't expect to get back together with Emma. Definitely didn't expect her to want to get back with him. But Grey really didn't want to think about that anymore. Every other thought seemed like it was about her; figuring out her thoughts, wanting to curse her out, feeling kind of bad about the situation, blah blah blah. Flipping between confusion, calm, and irritation. He was done with it.

But he kind of wanted to talk. Just sit there and talk about nothing like friends, even if it may never get back to that point. "You said you moved out of your parents house. What happened with that? Where'd you stay?" he asked, not questioningly, just quietly curious about what happened to her after he left. Maybe a little time off from the subject of Colby and their feelings would be better for both of them. He also felt the urge for a cigarette, but Grey was trying, and failing, to set a good example for everyone else in the Firehouse.

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"That night, you didn't....Did you..." Jessa began but couldn't seem to finish a thought. It looked as if she had so much to say yet couldn't say a word. "I - we...I don't know." Zack shifted his weight to his other foot. She looked as uncomfortable as he felt in that moment. It was awkward, to say the least. Zack's eyes fell towards the ground, his focus became his hand. Had it always looked so small? He moved his fingers as if to make sure reality had set in.

"I'm not good under pressure. I never have been." Jess started again. "When something happens I just deal with it and move on. But this? I can't do that with this and it's driving me insane. I mean, I guess I could but that would be wrong." She began to ramble. Zack pulled his eyes away from the ground and watched Jessa's face. She was chewing on her lip awful hard, but Zack realized he was fidgeting quite a bit as well. "Zack I'm..." He sucked in a breath as he felt the uneasiness begin to really settle in. The soft voice of the beautiful girl began to tremble which made Zack start to shake a little as well.

And then, those words..."Zack, I'm pregnant." It took a minute to process the words the girl had uttered. Zack stared at her in disbelief. "What?" was all he managed to croak. Pregnant? Wait what, with HIS baby? This was all too much. A billion questions began to swirl in his mind. Was she sure it was his? Did she want to keep it? What if she did? Where would she live? How would she support it? Did she want Zack to be with her to be a father? The questions kept coming as Zack stood frozen. Where did he begin? He couldn't be a father, he wasn't fit to be one, ever, let alone at twenty years old.

He shook his head "Are you positive? What are we going to do, Jess?" was all he could seem to say.

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Emma pulled her arms tight around her middle, almost too tight. Her appetite was gone, but if Greyson wanted to eat she would manage to get something down somehow. Her thoughts had finally slowed. More than slowed. They had stopped entirely. She could feel her pulse throughout her entire body. Every breath felt weaker and weaker. She felt weak.

"Yeah, I uh, they kicked me out." She said. Her words were empty, completely void of emotion. Maybe there was finally nothing left. "They weren't too happy that I was pregnant, so they just kind of kicked me out. So, I moved in with Tyler and a few weeks later I had Colby. I came home from the hospital to find a fully stocked nursery in Tyler's apartment, diapers and all. I haven't really talked to my parents since. They didn't even want to meet Colby."

Could Greyson still read her like an open book? Did he still understand her every thought with nothing more than a passing glance? She could hear Colby's screaming laughter coming from the park as they walked away. He didn't have a care in the world, and Emma hoped he never would. She would do anything to protect him, keep him safe. Keep him young.

"What about you? How did you end up here?" she asked looking over at him. She was truly curious, although a little scared to hear the answer. Please, she pleaded, don't let it be a girl.

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"I was going to take care of it," She said flatly, not looking him in the eye. Abortions were routine right? A lot of people got them and they were fine. If she couldn't go through with that there was adoption. Her hand moved over her stomach, as if on its own. She tried to imagine what she would look like nine months from now. Would she be one of those tiny girls? Or would she blow up like a jumbo balloon? Eighteen year old girls were not supposed to think about this. "I just...." she furrowed her brow. "I just had to tell you. I took a test and it was positive." Did she really want this? She had no idea what she wanted. What did he want?

On the bright side, Zack had said more than one word to her. She just wished it wasn't because of the circumstance they were in at the moment. "I'm use to doing things on my own. This won't be that much different." She smiled and let out a half hearted laugh, attempting to be her usual self. Normally she put on a smile and was happy. It wasn't always genuine, but it was better than feeling like she was right now - feeling broken, defenseless. "We'll be fine. After this conversation you won't have to worry about a thing and we can go back to the way it was before." Her fake smiled faltered for a moment. The thought of being ignored again wasn't great, but some things were out of her control.

She was shaking, it felt like her legs were turning into jello, but she managed to stay standing. She was scared, her entire world was falling apart and so were the defenses she had set up for herself. She was breaking or she was already broken. It was getting hard to tell the difference. "I told you. That's all I had to do. Don't freak out about it. By this time tomorrow there won't be anything to freak out about anyway. So."

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They kicked me out. Damn, Greyson wasn't expecting that. From what he remembered, Emma's parents loved her a lot. He found it hard to believe they'd throw her out because she had a kid. Then again, that was something you couldn't expect a parent to understand easily. Either way, he slumped his shoulders slightly at the news and kept his eyes straight ahead. At least she had someone to move in with; Tyler. Grey found himself a little surprised that he was thankful she was okay. Was he even more far gone than he had thought? Hearing Colby laughing in the background made him wonder why her own grandparents wanted nothing to do with him. Grey had a decent excuse - he wasn't there. But weren't most parents usually happy about being grandparents? Getting old probably wasn't that fun, but that meant they could take care of a little kid that wasn't theirs, spoil it, and turn it against it's parents for laughs.

Greyson shrugged his shoulders, "I just wanted a change of scenery, you know?" He looked down at her for a second, then back ahead. "I rode the bus until my cash ran out, walked, hitch-hiked a little. I eventually ended up in The Firehouse. And I wasn't the first one there, but we're all screwed up in one way or another, so I fit right in." He half smiled a little, thinking about them all. His family. Not by blood, but they were all so close. Funny, he thought. It felt like they were all drifting, slightly. Between personal drama and a few too many beers, it was like they were each slowly finding their own path to self-destruction. Still, he knew they all cared for each other. With that in mind, Grey wondered if he should introduce Emma, let alone tell them about his new situation. Like with meeting Colby, it would probably be best to wait until they, he and Emma, were on better terms.

"And your friends? Neither of them kept in touch?" Grey asked, feeling like it was his turn to ask another question. He would've thought Emma's friends would call, want to know about Colby or something.

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"Neither of them?" Emma said with a laugh, giving him a playful nudge. She hadn't meant to do it, it just kind of happened. In that moment though, it felt like old times. It felt like he was making a joke about how lame she was or something. This wasn't old times though. This was about as far from that as anyone could possibly get. "I'm sorry." she said quietly, looking straight ahead again.

What had he asked again? Something about her friends. She desperately wanted to change the subject away from the past 30 seconds. "Most of them were supportive. They googled things for me to help figure everything out and they even threw me a baby shower. I guess we kind of just lost touch a little bit after Colby was born because I couldn't go out as much. I had to work and they didn't. I had a baby to take care of, they didn't." Her friends and tried to stick around, but things had just been so crazy in the beginning. Emma wasn't ready to have a baby, and her friends didn't know how to help her. After a while, she just kind of drove them away. More people in her life she drove away.

"You're not screwed up you know." She said softly. He'd had his fare share of problems, but who hadn't? I'm his problem. "Are you happy?" Emma asked earnestly. She hoped he was. Someone should be.

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Greyson didn't fight the small smile that crept up on him when she nudged him. Neither, none, she knew what he meant. For a split second, he wasn't thinking about the awkward and tense air between them. He wasn't calling her a bitch in his mind. It was like old times, when they could laugh and joke and say 'screw the world' 'cause they were in it together. But things change. That fact was made clear by how the smile fell as the joke wore off like a bad drug and they remembered 'oh yeah, we're not two kids in love anymore.' He saw her take her eyes off of him out of the corner of his own and, like a habit, look straight ahead of her. Like he was doing now. Eyes fixed on absolutely nothing in particular, it's like he was looking just to make sure he was still in this world, but nothing was really registering in his mind.

Suddenly, she spoke up again. Good. Might as well kill all and any odd silence between them. Honestly, he felt like if the conversation didn't keep moving, it would fall apart completely. And he wasn't surprised about the outcome with her friends and all. It's hard to keep up with someone who was also trying to keep up with a kid. And work. And being forced into adulthood because of one decision. Then again, it takes two to make a dumb decision like that. Should he feel guilty? Nah. He knew the answer to that one. Can't feel bad for what you didn't know about, right? Right?

Her last two statements caught him off guard. Well, maybe he wasn't flashing his faults like a badge anymore, but the inside might not have been as golden as he'd portray it. However, Greyson couldn't focus on that thought. It actually felt... nice to hear someone say that. He looked down at the ground for a second, then around him, not sure how to return that. And was he happy? "Yeah... I'm happy," he answered out loud, his voice as even as ever. That wasn't necessarily a lie. He had friends, a place to stay, a steady job. Hell, he even had his own stray dog he'd feed whenever he crossed paths with the dog. He wasn't unhappy in the least. But, it's not the same kind of happiness you get when you're not caring about anything, only that one girl who stole your heart and your future, if you had one.

Greyson quickly turned to look at Emma. "Are you happy?" he asked, not meaning to snap the question back the way he did, but it suddenly felt important.

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"I don't things to go back to the way they've been" the dark-haired boy protested suddenly. He frowned at Jessa's feeble attempt to hide her feelings. She was visibly shaking. Zack felt the need to hold her at that moment, but resisted. He knew she was trying to be strong. He himself was trying to maintain his composure. He flicked the butt of his cigarette on the ground near-by and pulled out another. "Here" he gestured towards the pack as he held it out for Jess.

"Look" Zack started shifting his eyes away from her. "You know... that I suck at shit like this, talking about shit I mean..." Zack could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He understood Jess wanting to abort the child, neither of them were prepared for this sort of thing. He was twenty and she was eighteen, barely an adult. He was an addict, he couldn't provide for a child, fuck, he was high that very moment. The feeling of the withdrawl along with the swirling emotions made Zack feel nauseated. "But I just...want you to know, you...you don't have to go alone...I don't want you to, it's my.." Zack fumbled over the word "kid too, ya' know?"

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She studied him for a few minutes, wondering what was going on in his head. "Then what do you want, Zack? Because lately it seems like you hate me." Her voice remained quiet, almost a whisper. In fact, the only time she was loud was when she was drunk or, maybe, angry. She grabbed a cigarette out of the box, lighting it. She stared at the burning end, gray and red. Jessa sighed and looked back up at him, taking a drag. "Thanks," she said out of the corner of her mouth.

"You're about as good at this shit as I am, babe." She tapped the ashes off the cigarette, shrugging her shoulders. Jessa's parents had sucked at being a "mom and dad," and they had had loads of money. She could only imagine what a shifty job she would do with nearly no money and her own drug addictions to deal with. Hell, she popped pills at every chance she got. Both prescription and illegal. Her head snapped up when he said she didn't have to be alone. "You don't need to do that." She wasn't sure if she wanted him to go, what if she freaked out? Or cried? Or God forbid, what if she didn't go through with it because some protesters went all Juno on her ass?

It's my kid too, ya'know? She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying after she had just pulled herself together. She took another drag, hoping the smoke would be a big enough distraction from the tears in her eyes. "It's just a baby." She said, attempting to sound nonchalant but her voice had cracked.

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Emma shrugged. She hadn't really thought about it. No one had asked her how she felt about anything in a long time. She was happy enough. Colby was healthy and happy. That mean she was happy too, right? That's what everyone else seemed to think. If Colby was good, then there was no need to ask about her.

"I'm happy too." She said. Emma could feel the tears coming on again as she realized just how untrue it was. Providing for Colby consumed her life. She'd lost her family, her friends, Greyson. Even Tyler was starting to get tired of coming home to a "bachelor pad" filled with dirty clothes and smelly diapers. He wouldn't admit it, but Emma knew that was his main reason for pushing her to find Greyson when she suggested it. On top of all that every single word that had come out of her mouth today had been wrong, and now she was fucking up Greyson's life too. She could feel everything coming apart at the seems.

Pull yourself together Emma!

"I'm glad you're happy here. You deserve to be happy." Emma said as she looked back up at him. She hoped the tears were gone. The last thing she needed was for him to think she was weak.

How had it gotten to this? This was one of those conversations she had seen in movies, where the exes run into each other at the end of the movie and realize how much better their lives were without each other. Only Emma's life wasn't better without Greyson. Was he realizing just how much better his life was without her? Emma closed her eyes, trying to make the thought go away. It didn't work though. The thought couldn't go away. He's better off without you. she thought to herself.

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Grey nodded, good to know she was happy. Maybe being stuck with a kid at nineteen years old, working, living with big bro wasn't as bad as it seemed in Greyson's head. Maybe she made the best of the situation, and by doing so, and seeing her kid's smile, she got through the day. Then again, this was the real world, not a novel, where everything works out and the moral of the story is set in black and white. Every question ends up answered and you never want the story to end because you want to stay wrapped up in the characters lives forever. 'Cause the character's lives are so much simpler and happier than yours. Grey wondered how Tyler felt about the whole living arrangement. He was sure he was the one to offer Emma and Colby a place to stay, but he was still a man. You cant come home to an empty house and smoke weed, or grab a beer and watch football comfortably with your younger sister and her son there, could you? And that'd be a weird conversation to any girl you brought home; yeah, my younger sister and her baby live in my apartment with me. That had to be cramped.

But family is family, huh? You shouldn't leave anyone out in the cold like that.

She was glad he was happy? Were they both pretending to be grateful for each other's happiness so the other wouldn't see past their walls? It sure felt like it, like they felt obligated to say it back. Did Grey say it at all? He remembered thinking it, but couldn't remember if he'd told her. There was the possibility she assumed he felt the same thing. However, Greyson wasn't even sure what he felt. Either way, he shrugged out a half-hearted, "thanks," and wondered whether or not he deserved to be happy.

"I don't think anyone deserves to be happy," he looked at the random people they were passing by on the street, "You just kinda have it or you dont." He felt it was true. Look at all the shit human beings do to screw up their lives and the lives of those around them. No one really deserved happiness, but it was cool if you could find it on your own. Be it in a hobby, a pet, a party, a drug... a person.

"But, uh, I'm," - how was he suppost to word this? - "I think you're a pretty good person for sticking through all that. Raising Colby by yourself and working, and stuff, and finding ways to be happy despite that." He paused. "Not that kids don't bring you happiness or whatever. You know what I'm getting at."

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"You are calling me a good person?" Emma said, a little shocked. "Is 'good person' code for spawn of Satan these days or something? I mean, I pretty much just tossed you out of my life without any warning, watched you leave with out so much as a good bye, and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, when you're finally happy and doing all right for yourself, I show up out of the blue and ruin everything. Again. Plus, on top of ALL of that, I mess everything up and pretty much blame everything on you by saying you are the one that walked away from me. How could you possibly say I'm a 'good person' after all of that?"

She'd been thinking it all along. She wouldn't have had to raise Colby by herself if she hadn't cut Greyson off. They could have just been one big happy family. Right? Sure he would have been nervous about raising a child, but they would have had each other to lean on. They could have been a team. Instead they were stuck on opposites sides of an impenetrable wall. How could they work anything out with their guards up on high alert? Maybe that was the point. Maybe Greyson didn't want to work things out.

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Aspen watched Skyler leave, her dull eyes following him until he was out of sight. A large part of her just wanted to go run after him, to still be with him, but she had a feeling he needed some alone time, that was why he walked off in the first place, most likely. She'd have to accept that. She turned away from the house so she was facing the road. She picked up a small bit of cement that had crumbled off the curb and threw it out onto the street. As she just stared off at nothing, she could feel the burning sensation in the back of her eyes that normally signalled the coming of tears,but right now the tears just simply would not fall. Aspen knew why that was. Over the years she had trained herself to use crying only as a last resort.After all, what purpose did crying serve? She refused to do it as long as had a feeling that something else could be done, and right now she just couldn't let herself believe that there was no hope for Skyler, there had to be. After all, he was young and treatment was highly successful for people who were only around their twenties. But the damn cost... That shouldn't be such a problem, Aspen figured. We all live together as friends and we have each others backs... We all have jobs, regardless of how well they pay, if we all put in a bit, which she figured everyone would be more than willing to do, it could make a significant impact. But then Skyler's words rang through Aspen's mind, the way he said she had better not tell anyone. This would be the first time she'd be breaking her secrecy to someone, but was it worth it? Skyler meant a lot to Aspen, too much for her to just go off and completely betray his trust. But how could she just let him do this to himself? He would have to suffer and the whole time accept that there was nothing that could be done... No, that just wasn't an option. Aspen was determined to help him out, no way would she just stand by like he expected. Whatever it took, Skyler was going to get that treatment. She just hoped she could find a way to do it without ruining their friendship, if you could even completely call it that. Aspen would have to talk about it to him later after he was slightly more back to his senses, because of course he must be wasted right now, she saw how much he had to drink.
In the meantime, Aspen got up to her feet and decided to take a relaxing stroll by the river to have a bit of peacefulness, she knew she needed it.

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Skyler thought ran through his mind over and over, all the memories came around as well, then his future would really soon, if he would live to have one. Opening his eyes a little his vision was still blurry, the world was still spinning in his eyes, gripping on the clothes that surrounded his burning chest. He slowly closing his eyes again, maybe if he falls asleep then it would stop the pain for a little while. Feeling himself drift off really slowly he let his hand loosen the grip completely and fell off his chest hanging off his and bouncing a little before hanging there like he had no soul left in his body. But, he was only dreaming, he was only dreaming.

He wouldn't call this dreaming, he could still think about his thoughts about this cancer thing and how it will effect everyone that loves and cares him. He'll beg the differ that he will tell, because, he wasn't goin to bring their lives down, they all were going through enough without him making it worse. What they don't know won't hurt them but, they would hurt him, if he didn't tell the others he would die from that curable disease. He would die than get anything from anyone, they could keep their money to theirselves, he didn't want to live anyways.

Everyone deserves at least a little peace, except for some one screwing it up with their pain and a long boring sob story. The only person he told was Aspen, he could trust her he hopes. He didn't know why he never noticed her caring hand before, he hoped he could still trust her by the time his life would end. Well, from the beginning he always had.

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“Where I live there seems to never be food, mostly because we’re not big fans of shopping. But we seem to always have beer, and there is usually drugs hidden somewhere in the house too.” Brea said, making Luke shake his head, wry smile on his lips, but he didn't comment. He'd already told her he didn't like the drug-thing, but that if she felt comfortable around them, with the chance of being caught by the police, then that was up to her. He wasn't one to take charge of other people's lives, even if that someone was his girlfriend. A girlfriend who, though she was 18, clearly needed help. She barely ate, everyone could see that, though he suspected she'd always been slight of build, and she still sold her self. Something she didn't personally seem to mind. It was odd; most women he knew, and he knew a lot, would rather die than do something so degrading to themselves. Brea was different, and he didn't understand her. Not even a bit.

Speaking of the devil, her next words were so in tune with his thoughts, it sort of startled him; “Do you sometimes feel like I’m cheating on you?” Uh oh, his mind immediately peeped, alarmed. "Huh?" he just said, buying himself some time to think. This was a question he'd dreaded every hearing her ask, especially because he didn't know quite how he should reply. He could say no, but then she'd assume he didn't care enough about her, and besides.. it would be somewhat a lie, and Luke hated lying. Then there was the yes option, but that would make him seem like the possessive boyfriend who got easily jealous, and tried to control his girlfriend. Though saying yes wouldn't be entirely true either. There was absolutely no way of winning here.

So in stead of answering her actual question, Luke answered with one of his own, "wait... why do you ask?". He actually wanted to know. It seemed so random, and he was always curious as to what went on in her head. He let her out of his embrace and took her hand in stead, leading her towards the couch with him. Then he sat, pulling her down onto his lap, arms wounding loosely around her waist again.

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Grey wasn't expecting to hear so much come from her after he'd given her what he assumed was a compliment. What was it with her? Just take the damn compliment and say thanks. No loops. No irrational behavior. Grey just wanted a nice conversation to try and re-get-to-know the chick who ended up mothering his child. But everything she said reflected what he was feeling inside, whether he wanted to realize it or not. He blamed her for his leaving, he thought - knew - she was the problem. And yet, he just kept on walking his same pace, quiet for the moment, letting it all sink in. Truth is, he didn't know she felt that way. He thought all of that was just how he viewed the situation. It was actually a weird feeling to know they were both on the same page about this. Was it okay, though, for her to feel that way? He was expecting her to be combative, blame him. Now this was coming out and he had no idea how to react.

"I was just saying, you're a pretty good person for staying with our kid even when I was gone, instead of putting it up for adoption or killing it," he restated, simple as that. It had nothing to do with their relationship, or what she'd done to him. It was about her and Colby, nothing more was meant by it. "Don't think so much into it," Grey added quickly, turning his neck to look behind him only to find the park out of sight. How far had they walked, forgetting about a sense of time until this moment?

Or was it Grey who didn't want to put much thought into what she said? How could you possibly say I'm a 'good person' after all of that? It seemed like it deserved more of an answer than Grey was willing to give. "I don't understand why you'd think so bad of yourself because of a few mistakes. You came back, didn't you? You tried to fix the situation, at least." He was still unsure why she came back, but they were both trying. That had to count for something.

He wondered why he was trying to build up a chick who'd torn him down in the past.

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Stop. Emma ordered herself. No more sob story. You are not his problem anymore, so stop. Talking with Greyson had brought so many things to her attention, things she didn't want to think about. No more sob story though. No, she would smile and be polite from here on out. Emma didn't want a pitty party.

She had so many responses to what he said. The first thing that came to mind was 'yeah the situation i created'. 'I came back and screwed everything up even more for you'. No more of that though. She tried to think of why she had come. There had been a reason, and it sounded good at the time. Something about Colby having two parents. That wasn't it though. The real reason Emma had come back: Greyson.

She shrugged, "I just kind of thought you had a right to know, you know? He's your son too." She put a little extra emphasis on the 'he'. Why had Greyson referred to Colby as 'it'? Emma didn't want to make a big deal about it though, no more monologues for her.

The thoughts that had been destroying her before had calmed down a little. She wondered if her and Greyson could ever be friends again. It was pretty clear he wasn't interested in ever being anything more than friends again, but friends? That seemed like a battle for another day. Especially considering how poorly today had gone so far. All she had done so far was butcher the announcement, blame him for her mistakes, and throw a sob story out there for the world to hear. Stop it.

What should she ask next? There were plenty of boring catch-up questions left on the table, that would probably be a good place to start. "So, what's there to do around here?" she asked with a smile.

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A frown formed on the young mans lips. He hadn't a clue what to say in a situation of this magnitude. "It's just a baby" Jess seemed to choke out the words but her voice faltered. Zack's stomach began twisting, he felt like he would vomit the next time he opened his mouth. His hands were visibly shaking now, he noted, then shoved the free one into the front pocket of his jeans. He felt the sweat from his clammy hands stick to the material.

"Look, I'll come with you...if you need me too. I don't wanna fuck shit up anymore than I have." Zack sucked from the glowing stick again. He was sincere but he wasn't sure if he could go through with this to be honest. He couldn't think about this shit right now. He needed to escape, but he felt like a deer caught in headlights. He promptly shifted his gaze to the ground. "I was on my way somewhere actually. I don't wanna leave right now, but...I can't...right now...I just need some time, to think." He caught the sight of the city bus appearing down side of the road. "Look, I'll see you later" was the only thing he could think of to say before quickly dashing of towards the bus stop near-by.

The sweat began to drip from his face as his long legs carried him as fast as they would allow. It was warm outside this time of year, but Zack always wore an extra layer. He started to regret his decision as stopped at the bus stop right as the bus pulled up to the curb. The boy was panting hard now, his hair damp underneath his hood, the cigarette still burning brightly in his hand. He quickly tossed the smoke and quickly boarded the bus not bothering to look behind him. Fuck, what a stupid thing to do, Jessa probably though he was a coward. No wonder she didn't want to keep the baby, it would be the spawn of a lowlife coward. Zack made his way to the back of the bus and slumped in a vacant seat resting his head on the cool metal bar. A baby, why me? Why now? "Fuck!" Zack's voice echoed. A few surprised heads turned to stare at him but he didn't care. How was he supposed to react? All he knew was he felt like he was going to collapse.

It was only about four blocks away from where the bus had departed but Zack made his was to the doors and quickly exited. His destination wasn't far from here and his stomach couldn't take the motion from the bus. Zack hurriedly made his way down any alley near-by and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into a garbage can. The smell of vomit filled the small confines of the alley way as Zack's legs struggled to hold his body upwards. Panting was the only thing he could do before slowly wiping his mouth with his sleeve and wobbling behind old apartment buildings. There was only one thing on his mind now and he wasn't going to stop for anything to get it.

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Jessa didn't say anything when he ran off and she didn't follow after him. She knew all about running away from problems and right now? Right now she wished she could too. There was a part of her, though it was a small part, that wished he would have stayed and held her through this. That he would tell her everything would be alright. But who was she for him to tell those things to? No one. She was just an.. incubator for a kid he didn't need or want. She watched as he boarded the bus and stayed there long after it had left, feeling absolutely numb.

Eventually she found herself walking, she didn't know how far she had gone or where. She just kept walking. She watched the town pass before her eyes, houses, businesses, more houses, more businesses. And then she saw it, her last name written on the front of a ritzy looking building; The Van Zandt Hotel. The building had beautiful architecture, decorations of white and gold, a beautiful fountain in the middle of the lobby. How is it that a place with such horrible memories, look like the gateway to heaven? Things are never what they seem, she supposed. She watched the top floor, knowing that her nightmares waited for her, and knowing she would never willingly return to them. It was almost funny, how out of place she looked here, when it was her blood family that owned the damnable thing.

"Could I help you, miss?" The doorman asked, eyeing her curiously.

"I'm fine...just remembering," She replied still staring through the doors.

The man clearly thought she was mad, but left her alone after that. She left shortly after and continued to walk until she found herself back where she began. She pulled out her cellphone (clearly it was one of those cheap "pay as you go" phones), and dialed the number to the clinic. With every ring her heart beat faster and faster.

"City Health Clinic, how may I help you?" An upbeat woman's voice answered.

"Uh..yeah. My name is Jessa Van Zandt. I need to terminate my pregnancy." And that was that. The appointment was set, now it was a matter of if she would show up and who would go with her. Even if Zack was a no show, she'd need someone there in case of a medical emergency. According to the nurse it was the hospital policy.

Tomorrow. 4 pm. She texted Zack. There, now there was an official time and maybe he could calm down...if it really bothered him that much at all. The only problem was the doubts and what if questions forming in her head. Could she really go through with this? Could she squash the little life growing inside her? She found her way back to the Firehouse, feeling more alone than ever.

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Grey thought about it, wondering just how much there was to do around here. Honestly, the real fun, he thought, was getting out of here and going to the amusement parks, malls, things like that. It was kind of weird. All the good stuff started when he left. Grey looked around. Alright, all the fun and legal stuff happened when you left this place. What he saw around here was usually just places to eat, the park. It was like you had to make your own entertainment and fun. "Nothing unless you're into smoking weed and getting laid," he half smiled, partially joking but not completely telling a lie. Of coarse, Grey never really got out and looked for fun places around here. It was never on his mind.

"The real fun is what you come up with yourself. Of coarse, I think traveling out of here is where the real action is at. As soon as you get away, all the fun stuff pops up," Grey nodded, motioning out in front of him. It wasn't necessarily a short walk, but he knew where some cool places were. What to do that was local, though?

"If you ever have the time, we can get out of here, and I can show you some cool stuff."

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Emma laughed half heartedly at Greyson's remark about 'smoking weed and getting laid'. She had never tried weed before, and look where getting laid had gotten her. If that's what Greyson wanted to do though, who was she to tell him otherwise?

"That sounds like fun." She said, smiling up at him. A real smile, not a forced one. Emma wasn't sure if he meant it or not, but she was hoping for the best. Maybe hanging out here and there could make things easier with deciding on how to move forward with Colby. It would probably be worse for him to watch her and Greyson fight than it would be for him to never meet Greyson at all. Things were starting to look up today.

Emma took her phone out of her pocket as it started to buzz loudly. A picture of Tyler popped up on the screen above his name. "Hey Ty, what's up?" she said cheerily. Her smile faded quickly though. All she could here in the background was Colby screaming crying.

"Emma?" Tyler said, his voice was calm, unnaturally calm.

"Yeah, Tyler, what's going on?" Emma said. She was trying to stay calm, but Colby's voice was making that nearly impossible. It tore into her, almost as if she could feel his pain.

"Em could you come back to the park? Colby fell off a swing and- no, no it's okay ma'am, we don't need any help, thank you though- Emma, you still there?" Tyler said as another of Colby's wails came through.

Emma was already walking back towards the park, "I'm on my way." She put her phone back in her pocket and sped up a little. Crap she thought as she saw Greyson out of the corner of her eye. "Colby fell off a swing and he's freaking out." She said. If he wanted to come he could, if not he didn't have to. Emma didn't have time to wait around for an answer though, so she didn't ask. She was walking as fast as she could. Tyler hadn't actually said what was wrong, just that Colby fell off a swing. Was he seriously hurt? Should she be calling an ambulance or something? Her pace hastened as the possibilities flew through her mind. There were way too many of them.

As soon as the park came into view, Emma's eyes locked on Colby. There were people standing around staring. She could see Tyler looking right at her. "Colby sweetheart!" Emma said, kneeling on the ground next to him. He buried himself in her embrace, his wails slowing to hiccups. The onlooking parents turned their attention back to their own children as Emma examined Colby. He didn't look too hurt, with the exception of a large cut extending the length of his left arm. There was a whole lot of blood. "Let's go get this cleaned up." She said as calmly as she could, standing up and scooping him up into her arms.

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The musty smell of gasoline and garbage wafted through the air of the dirty streets. This was indeed the boulevard of broken dreams. Homeless people littered the street, young girls strutted promiscuously in skin-tight clothing and hoards of children were smoking marijuana like it was the newest fad. Zack slunk through the busy street with his head hung, his eyes fixed on the ground beneath him. A young woman dressed in tight shorts and a low-cut top waved and called out to Zack, but he was so lost within his own mind he didn't bother to look up.

He made his was towards a worn-down apartment building that appeared to have been built sometime in the early seventies. He halted at the front door and rang the buzzer. A crackled voice came from the barely working speaker. "What?" was all the voice said.

"It's me." The sound of buzzer rang and the old red door clicked open. Zack opened the door and proceeded to climb down a flight of stairs. The walls of the building still had tacky wallpaper that was peeling at every edge and graffiti covered each wall down the dimly lit hallway. Zack ducked his head underneath the ceiling to a door which he then knocked on. A woman from the other side open the door enough for her to peer outside and unlock the chain restraining the door.

"Hey doll!" the woman beamed at him before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I was wondering where you've been." The woman ushered him inside the tiny apartment. Zack made his way through the apartment, trying not to step on the strewn items that lay on the floor, over to the bedroom.

The woman appeared in the room as well and closed the bedroom door behind the pair and locked it. The woman looked as though she was in her late twenties, with long auburn the fell over her shoulders. Her dull green eyes had darkened circles underneath and her skin gaunt and adorned with many scars along her arms. She wore a white tank top that exposed her bony midriff and pink underwear that sat on her hips. She made her way over to a dresser in the corner of the room while Zack plopped down on the edge of the bed and pulled his hood back.

"Look Marl," Zack started turning his head towards the woman, "I need some of that good shit, now."

"Rough day doll?" Marl asked as she handed Zack an eight-ball of cocaine.

"Like you wouldn't fucking believe." Zack replied as he went over to the small table and started to chop the substance.

"You look pretty bad, withdrawl?" the woman asked before wrapping her arms around him. Zack nodded as he made the powder into small lines. "Oh! I almost forgot, I guess we could use some straws huh?" Marley said as she left the room without waiting for a reply. Zack suddenly felt the vibration in his pocket. He yanked out his phone and flipped it open. Tomorrow. 4 pm. was all the message read. He paused for a moment before snapping the phone shut and shoving it back into his pocket. Marley returned with two stubby straws in hand. She handed one to Zack and kept one for herself as she let him take the first hit. His body was suddenly filled with the overflowing feeling of relief. He exhaled deeply and flopped onto the bed while his friend proceeded to do a line. He reached back into his pocket and pulled out the cell. His fingers ran over the keys at an alarming speed before he hit the send button. I'll be there, promise. 4pm, the time was now imprinted in his mind.

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The way she sounded over the phone made Grey stop in his tracks. What was wrong? It sounded like a man's voice over the phone, and what other guy would call besides Tyler? And Tyler was at the park with Colby. Hm. Maybe not being use to the burden of children was why it took him a second to put two and two together; something was wrong with Colby. Greyson watched as Emma put her phone in her pocket, already walking off as she explained the situation to him. She didn't look back or anything. Didn't ask him to come. Maybe that was a good thing, because Greyson was still standing in the same spot as she walked off - rather quickly - to go help Colby. Shit, was he suppost to go? Grey didn't really feel pressured to go, his heart wasn't racing with worry. Was Colby dying? Bleeding to death? Broken bones and a dislocated joint? Was it bad he wasn't freaking out? However, he did feel morally obligated to go and see what he could do to help. It was his ex-girlfriend's child potentially injured out on the playground. Why wouldn't you go try and help a little kid? That's like seeing a guy get mugged on the street and walking on by, or passing up a burning house without calling 911. Or, at least, it seemed serious like that.

By the time his mental should I or should I not rant had fizzled out, Emma was almost out of sight, and definitely close to the park by now. Grey jogged on over there, biting his lip. He wasn't a total monster; he hoped the kid - darn it, their kid - was alright. Although, crying like that didn't happen when a kid was alright. Grey weaved through the few people in his way and made it to the park just in time to see the crowd fall back and Emma pick up a crying Colby. There was blood running down the boy's arm, and a good deal of blood on the ground. A cut like that shouldn't be left to bleed, he thought.

But he stopped, again, at the opening of the fence leading into the park. Colby wasn't shrieking crying anymore, now just hiccuping. It really wasn't as bad as it seemed, he figured, looking at the cut and thinking that must equal getting beheaded on two-year-old terms. And it did make him tilt his head to the side a little as she hugged and held the boy. A little crying really couldn't kill him. It'd just toughen him up, right? Keep him from being a mama's boy in the end. He'd probably mention it to her later, but that seemed irrelevant right now. Grey walked over to the three. "The hospital isn't too far off, but you're welcome to come inside and wash it off. We've got some bandages in there," he offered, his voice pretty level. And it really wasn't hard to achieve that. Grey motioned towards the Firehouse, now empty unless not everyone had left. For all he knew, everyone could be back inside. Still, the kid was hurt, and it seemed rude not to offer whatever assistance Grey could.

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"Mumma!" Cody said urgently. "No talking to strangers!" Emma smiled as he pointed to Greyson, who had just offered his assistance. Emma hadn't even realized he had come along until he spoke. At least he cared a little bit. Granted, Tyler had made it sound much more urgent than it was, but still.

"It's okay, he's not a stranger." Emma said, putting Colby back on the ground. "Are you sure you don't mind? What if your friends are there?" She asked.

A little blonde boy in a bright blue shirt came running up, almost tripping when he tried to stop. "Woah!" he yelled excitedly, pointing to Colby's arm. "Are you gonna need stitchies?" the little boy asked. Colby looked a little confused so the boy went on. "You know, stitchies! When you fall and then they sew you back up like a teddy bear!" Emma hadn't even considered stitches. It couldn't be that bad, right? No, not if he had already stopped crying. A woman who appeared to be in her late-twenties called the boy over. Apparently his name was Ryan. "I gotta go, by Colby!"

Colby smiled and waved with his uninjured arm as the boy ran back to his mom. "I don't want to be a teddy bear." He said shaking his head in an exaggerated manner.

"I don't think you will be, sweetie." Emma said, directing him towards the park's exit. Regardless of where they went to clean him up, the first step would be leaving the park. She realized she still hadn't introduced Greyson yet. "Colby, this is..." Emma's voice trailed off. She hadn't gotten a chance to ask Greyson how he wanted to be introduced. Would he want Colby to call him dad? She glanced at Greyson, hoping he would pick up on her thoughts and introduce himself.

Luckily Colby took control first. "Hi, I'm Colby!" he said with a huge smile.

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You should absolutely totally recreate it. I'd be so there, and I'm sure lots of others (old or new) would as well.

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I'm really sad that this died. ;-;

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Hey guys, I know no one has written in this RP in just over a month, but I just wanted to come and apologize for disappearing out of the blue. It's complicated and I really don't want to explain it but I just want you guys to know that this was my absolute favorite RP and if it does wind up starting back up (though I kind of doubt that now that it's been so long), I'm totally in :)
Again, so sorry for disappearing .xx

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Well, this was my favorite rp .... I'm sad it got snuffed out ):

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I've been here all along, but Written isn't, so that doesn't really matter. Haha. xD

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I'm definitely around! :) I just don't know if the others are. :/

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If you guys are still around, I hope we can revive this! Let me know!

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It's been awfully quiet around here...

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Me too. I'm going to message everyone this weekend.

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Y.Y I hope this will somehow be revived soon...

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But even though that's the case......I'd really like if everyone would post once this weekend!

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You don't need to be sorry for having a life. XD
That's the reason I don't have a "Post once a day" rule. :)

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Sorry, I'll have "Zack" post tonight. I've been out all weekend >.<

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Wow, it feels so good to finally post again :D and my post wasn't even super short either!

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Wow, it's been soooo long! Just wanted to let you guys know that I definitely haven't forgotten about this, and I'll try to do a post later today, after school :D

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Blegh... -.-'