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Post by Race on Oct 10, 2011 20:40:53 GMT -5
Max stared at the letter, his hands quivering from trying to hold back the tears, he re-read it over and over, a slight tinge of guilt hitting him because he'd done almost the exact opposite of what she'd wrote, if he had gotten there in time he would have found this letter, and maybe not have gotten back addicted, or spiraled downward. He folded the note back up, not quite knowing what to do, he set it on the counter, then stepped into the warm shower, he felt his entire body relax as he stood there letting the hot water pelt down on him, he spit out a mouthful that had gotten in between his lips, then just stood there, as if the shower was washing away all the events of the past two weeks, he scrubbed everything he could get aholt of with a washcloth, washing his hair several times to get all the dirt, oil, and other things out. He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his mid-section as he turned to click the water off. He was still quite pale beneath all that grime he'd just washed off, and he was still quivering from the drugs, but something felt better. He picked up his clothes and put the undershirt that wasn't the dirtiest one, and shook his pants off, hoping it'd get some of the dirt off. The rest he folded up and carried it out, sticking the letter back into his pocket, and running his fingertips over the ring. He found Cailin downstairs, "Thanks," he said, smiling slightly, he didn't look as hobo with all the dirt washed off. "Now..I's owe you somethin'." he told her the entire story of Kiyoni, and Helena, trying not to sound too upset, he ended with what had taken place awhile ago, then watched for her reaction.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 10, 2011 23:11:14 GMT -5
Cailin stared at Max, her mouth hanging slightly open. She couldn't believe that guy had killed his girlfriend just a couple of weeks ago. "I... don't know what to say." she said, in shock more than anything. Part of her was shaky at the fact that if he hadn't showed up today, she might very well have suffered the same fate as Helena had. She shivered at that thought, but pushed it into the back of her mind. It was in the past now. "You've been through a lot, huh?"she finally said, noticing his shaking hands.
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Post by Race on Oct 10, 2011 23:17:17 GMT -5
Max laughed lightly, "You could say dat," he answered, then grinned a little bit, he felt bad for unloading all of it on her but she had the right to know why he killed Kiyoni, it also felt a little better to get it all off his chest and actually tell someone. He attempted to make his hands calm down but to no avail. He watched her, kind of glad she didn't blow up like most girls and immediately throw him out of the house. She was pretty, but he still had that nagging bit of him that wondered if it was the right time to move on so quickly.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 10, 2011 23:24:24 GMT -5
"Thank you for explaining all of that to me." Cailin said, looking up at him and getting lost in his eyes for a brief moment. Something about this boy was just... intoxicating to her. "It probably had to hurt to relive it." She sat there in silence for a moment and then realized that they hadn't even been properly introduced yet. "My name is Cailin by the way. Cailin O'Farrell."
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Post by Race on Oct 10, 2011 23:27:52 GMT -5
"Max Conlon," he said, "Dey scream it on regular basis at the school," he joked, trying to lighten the mood. He shook his head, "It actually felt good ta get it all out, I just hope Spot ain' too angry wit me.." he'd thought about Spot alot lately, feeling bad for leaving him to be the only normal person in their household for these past weeks, but it'd take Max awhile to not need the drugs anymore, he'd have to cold turkey it again, if he could even do that.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 10, 2011 23:52:09 GMT -5
"Well, he's your brother. He seems to only want what's best for you. I'm sure he'll come around." she said, smiling encouragingly.
About that time, the front door opened and Desmond came in with a bag full of groceries. When he came into the kitchen and saw the two of them standing there, he tossed the bag on the counter, and pulled a gun out of his pocket, pointing it at Max and thinking he might have been the one that had attacked Cailin earlier. "Stand back Cailin."
Cailin went wide-eyed and stepped between her father's gun and Max. "Dad no! What are you doing?!" She proceeded to go into Gaelic to explain what had happened, telling Desmond how Max had saved her from the other guy, then went back to English. "I told you we might have a guest for dinner..."
Her father looked hard at Max for a moment, then calmed down and lowered his gun, putting the safety on and pocketing it. "Well... yeah, but I though' ya meant a..."
"Girl? Not quite." Cailin said, stepping back to where she was beside Max. "This is Max Conlon. He's okay."
Desmond looked from Cailin to Max and back, then cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry abou' tha'..." he said awkwardly to Max. "I just worry about Cailin bein' alone on this side of town, y'know?"
Cailin squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying that her father hadn't just pissed off, offended, or run off her first real friend in this town.
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Post by Race on Oct 11, 2011 15:21:25 GMT -5
"WAIT! Whoa...Whoa Whoa....easy dere...listen I ain' da..." Max watched Cailin get between them, for a minute there he thought his head was gunna be blown off. Max just nodded, "Uh-huh..." sweet god... he thought, not sure how to react to just having someone's father stick a gun in their face. "I grew up heah.." Max said, telling the truth, "As long as I'm heah she should be fine." he hoped that made Daddy-Get-Your-Gun happy.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 11, 2011 15:38:12 GMT -5
Desmond nodded. "Max is it? I'm Desmond." he reached out to shake Max's hand. "I hope ya knocked tha' li'l punk's lights ou'. Messin' with my daughter..."
"Dad get a grip," Cailin said, laughing. "That's never happened before, the only reason it did here is because people haven't had a chance to be afraid of my psychotic overprotective dad."
"I'm no' overprotective. Psychotic maybe... but not tha'." Desmond said, smirking.
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Post by Race on Oct 11, 2011 15:43:40 GMT -5
Max nodded, shaking his hand back, "Oh...you ain' gunna hafta worry about him again..." he said, trying not to give away much in his voice. Max just smirked at their conversation, sometimes he forgot there were semi-normal families.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 11, 2011 16:01:52 GMT -5
Cailin started unloading the groceries. Desmond had bought steaks, fixings for baked potatoes, salad stuff, dinner rolls, and all kinds of other stuff. For just one grocery bag, this thing was piled full.
"I though' I would grill steaks tonigh'. Sound good?" Desmond asked.
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Post by Race on Oct 11, 2011 16:04:30 GMT -5
Steak sounded amazing to Max, really really amazing. He hadn't eaten a real meal in weeks, and for the first time he heard his stomach growl loudly. He felt a bit embarassed, but didn't say anything, he just subtly licked his lips, looking the steaks over from where he stood.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 11, 2011 16:19:34 GMT -5
Desmond heard his stomach gorwl and laughed. "A boy after me own hear'. Well, Max, why don' ya take a load off while I go out back an' grill these." He clapped Max on the back and got the steaks and a rather large plate to put them on after he cooked them and walked out back to fire up the grill.
Cailin just shook her head and laughed as she heard the back door close. "Sorry about him." she said, turning around to start getting the potatoes ready to bake.
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Post by Race on Oct 11, 2011 16:23:09 GMT -5
Max laughed after her dad left to the back, "He's fine," he said, " It's a welcomed difference. . ." he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, feeling akward at not being able to do anything, "So..you need any help?" he asked, coming up beside her, looking into her eyes without meaning to, he was still trying his hardest not to get over Helena so quickly, the bump that was the letter in his pocket making him uncomfortable, he also kept trying to keep his hands shaking to a minimum in front of Cailin's dad.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 11, 2011 16:38:36 GMT -5
Cailin put the potatoes in the oven and got the salad stuff and a couple of knives and cutting boards out. "You can help me cut these up if you want to." she said, smiling when their eyes met, then looking down and blushing. What are you doing? His girlfriend just DIED and you're standing here making ga ga eyes at him! Not to mention YOU just got out of a relationship... the voice inside her head chimed in, making her feel bad on a number of levels.
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Post by Race on Oct 11, 2011 18:21:46 GMT -5
Max stared, taking up one of the knives and helping her, one of the only things he was good at in the kitchen was making pancakes, he was surprised he wasn't missing a finger or anything. "So..ya dad always carry a gun?" he asked, trying to break the silence, he didn't blame him if he went through the bad part of town, it was why Max carried the switch.
(bahh, got nothing XD but I posted anyway.)
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