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Post by Mitchel||Trinity on Aug 5, 2007 20:41:52 GMT -5
What the fuck? She certainly hadn't expected that kind of response. Who was this guy anyways? She hadn't bothered to check the call I.D on the phone, as that might be a little bit rude. She looked down at the screen on the phone. That was his father?! Holy shit. What an ass hole! Who responds to a simple hello like that? So far, Trinity didn't really respect him for that. As asking such things was really rude to say. And even if she was sleeping with him, well, she was, but not havnig sex with him, just lying with him, she wouldn't tell him that. Because, ew!
"No," Trinity said sharply. "I'm not. I happen to be his room mate who is annoyed as fuck with the fact that you won't stop calling when he obviously isn't here." Okay, well, maybe getting pissed off wasn't the best way to handle things. But he was just so annoying with the constant calling. Then again, she wasn't even sure why he was calling. Maybe something had happened and it was urgent. But, still. He didn't have to call every five seconds. He could've left a message and Micah would probably call him back, right?
Sighing a bit, she bit her lip, then replied. "Sorry, but could he call you back? Because, I've not any idea when he will be back and..." Trinity stopped short as she heard the door to the dorm open. "Actually, I think he's just walked in. Hold on." She skipped out of the room. "Miccy," Trinity said, pointing at the phone with a bit of an annoyed look on her face. She'd have to ask him where he'd gone and why he hadn't left a note or something later. She threw the phone at him, flopping back down on the couch.
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Post by Jake//Hayden on Aug 5, 2007 21:15:33 GMT -5
Jason bit back a sharp retort. He’d rather not get his son mad at him for cussing out his girl, but then again, the way things were between them, the worst that could happen would be that his son would never talk to him again. However, that wasn’t much of a difference from how it was now. He was a very straight-forward man. He said whatever was on his mind, no matter what the costs. He couldn’t’ help it, in his eyes, though he could change it if he really wanted to.
“Well, then. I really hope you actually don’t get in a relationship with him then, because you’re probably not the only girl he’s sleeping with.” It was as if he had completely ignored her ‘No, I’m not’ comment. They were teenagers with raging hormones. How could they not be sleeping together? “I doubt he’d call me back. He hasn’t told you about me, has he? Let’s just say we aren’t on the best of terms.” Yeah, major understatement, coming from the man that had beat his son, and caused him to lose all memory whatsoever of his childhood. However, he came to sharper attention when she said his son had just entered the room.
Micah had come home, and jogged up the stares, taking off his shirt and using it to wipe the back of his head and hair. He opened the door, and was greeted by a rather annoyed looking Trinity with a phone on her hand. At first he was confused, and caught the phone as she tossed it to him, and he put it to his ear, saying softly, “Hello?”
“Hello, son.”
Micah swallowed, eyes narrowing a face paling. Trinity had answered his phone. And it had been his father on the phone. He wondered what he had said to her. He’d never, ever told her about his past. He’d only gone as far as saying his mother was dead, and she had left it alone, probably thinking that was all there was to it. But it was SO not.
“Dad.” He said through clenched teeth, running a hand roughly through his hair.
“It’s been a while. I talked to that nice young lady that picked up the phone. It’s nice to know you aren’t sleeping around.” Micah’s jaw dropped, “WHAT? You asked her whether or not I was SLEEPING WITH HER?” He yelled angrily.
“Well, it was only the right thing to do. I am your father, after all. It’s my job to check up on you.”
“Maybe I don’t want to talk to you. I have a pretty damn good reason for that.” He whispered harshly, walking into the bathroom after tossing his shirt on the bed.
“That may be, but you know, you aren’t any different. My blood runs through your vains.”
“I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU.” Micah nearly yelled into the phone. He’d had enough now, and then said, “Don’t expect anyone to pick up next time.” He hung up, and walked back into the bedroom, opening a drawer, grabbing jeans and a t-shirt, and walking back into the bathroom, slamming the door, and changing quickly. He walked back out the door a few minutes later, face still drawn with anger, and he said harshly to Trinity, “Don’t ever pick up my phone again.” He didn’t want to be mean to her, or anything, but his words came out harsher than expected, and he was too angry to make it right. He walked back out the front door, slamming it behind him.
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Post by Mitchel||Trinity on Aug 5, 2007 21:39:04 GMT -5
When the man hadn't listened to her, she'd nearly just went and hung up the phone, but well, there was no need for that. She could just pretend that he'd never said that. Besides, it wasn't all that big. Sure, she'd only wasted about five minutes of her life on that stupid phone. Actually, Trinity didn't like phones all that much. They were a tad annoying. But, course they were. Because of all that ringing that came along with it. Eh. Well, she guessed she wouldn't be able to live without a phone either. So, it was alright. Sort of.
She'd pulled her knees up to her chest. Micah was being really loud, actually. She didn't know why he was getting so mad. But, she wasn't exactly going to ask him. And, the fact that he was getting angry sort of scare her. She'd never heard Micah this mad. And it would frighten any girl, actually. Trinity sometimes was afraid around guys, because there was so much testosterone and you'd never know if they'd hit you or not. And she'd never told that to anyone. But, she'd heard about it happening, girls' guy friends and boyfriends hitting them when they were angry. And she was rather small in comparison to a lot of boys, so, yeah.
Trinity cringed at the sound of a slamming door. Okay, well, she didn't really want to be around him at that moment, let alone try and talk to him, so she kept quiet, holding her legs close to her chest and staring at the t.v, her head resting on top of her knees. And then Micah came back out of the bathroom, she didn't bother looking at him until he spoke to her. She didn't know what she'd done wrong. And he'd never spoken to her in that tone of voice before. But, one thing was for sure, she didn't exactly like it.
When he'd left, Trinity shut off the television and got up from the couch. She was going to go back to sleep. That seemed like a good idea. But, she didn't want the boy to come back in for a bit, as he might still be angry. So, she locked the door to the dorm, hopefully his keys weren't with him, so he couldn't get in. Then he could knock on the door if he really wanted to be in the dorm. And with that, Trinity, who was still in her pajamas, went back into the room, not bothering to shut the door, and crawled under the covers of her bed, shutting her eyes and sighing softly.
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Post by Jake//Hayden on Aug 5, 2007 21:59:09 GMT -5
To solve all problems, go and get drunk. Well, getting drunk wouldn’t exactly solve your problems, but they’d make them go away for the time being. So that was exactly what Micah had done. He’d gone, and gotten very, very drunk, to forget that whole episode, that had just happened. He’d probably be better off, for the time being. But then, would come the hangover, the talk he’d have to have, to explain everything to Trinity.
It would be better just to take a load off for a bit, it seemed to the boy. So that’s what he’d done, gone to Sunnyside’s club, gotten wasted, and then started on his long walk back, stumbling up the side walk, back towards the school and the dorms. He’d been laughing hysterically the whole way, about his club escapades with the pretty girls. He’d made-out with three of them, and then snagged himself a cute boy for a little while.
But now, here he was, stumbling up the stairs, falling several times, and then picking himself back up again, until finally, he was infront of his dorm. He tried to open the door, and then stared at it dumbly, trying to figure out why it wouldn’t open. He sighed, and called loudly, “Trinny… TrinnyVanity…. Open up the door, love.” He slurred, sighing again.
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Post by Mitchel||Trinity on Aug 5, 2007 22:09:34 GMT -5
What was that terrible noise she was hearing? Alright, it wasn't terrible, it was just weird. The words were all slurred. "Great," Trinity mumbled, pulling herself out of the bed. It was starting to get late and she didn't want people to come round and yell at her room mate, so she'd walked herself over to the door and opened it, looking at the boy with the same annoyed look as before. But, this time there was a little bit of hurt in that look.
He owed her an explanation, big time, on why he'd gotten so pissed off at her for not really doing anything wrong. And anyone in their right mind would have answered the phone! It was so fucking annoying! Taking his hand, she pulled him into the dorm, shutting the door behind him and locking it again. She could smell alcohol on his breathe. Yeah, he was a smart cookie that boy. A real brainbox. Not. Oh well, he would have to deal with that in the morning. It wasn't like she didn't do that, but she just felt like benig a hypocrite at the moment. And she knew she was being one, honest. She just didn't care.
Sighing slightly, Trinity went to the kitchen and grabbed and asprin. She filled a glass with water and went back over to Micah. "Drink this," she said, holding them out for him to take. It would help him. That was for sure. And she didn't want to have to deal with him moaning in the morning. She wasn't even in the mood to do this at that moment, but it was better that it was dealt with now. Because later would be worse for him. And if he refused to take it, she'd just have to force him. Because that, she didn't mind.
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Post by Jake//Hayden on Aug 6, 2007 14:31:33 GMT -5
Micah couldn't think straight. Currently, his thoughts were jumbled on how he could open the door. His hands slid over the handle, and he frowned when it wouldn't twist open. It was like his hands were too slippery, or something. While he didn't exactly know now, he didn't want to be known as the bumbling drunken idiot in the hallway, so at any rate, he was glad that Trinity opened the door before he let himself resort to inane flattery. In his drunken stupor, however, he didn't fully register her annoyed and slightly hurt look. If he had, he probably would have started crying. Literally. Every single emotion he felt always ran close to the surface when drunk, and if he let go... well... he would probably lose all dignity for himself, by crying.
Had he been sober, he would have launched into a full-fledged explanantion. But, all he could do was mumble stupidly about hott girls and a very cute boy. He stumbled into the table, and cursed loudly, before starting to laugh, "Oh.My.Gosh. Gahahaha." He was smart, normally, very intelligent. But that didn't mean he had common sense in abundance. Besides, getting drunk was always a bit of fun, yeah?
He eyed the water and aspirin warily, and said, "You... you're mad at me... you probably put... Clorox or something.. in it." He was pronouncing his words in that funny way drunk people do, trying to make sure each word was clear as a bell. He looked at her for a moment, before saying, his words slow, and slightly slurred, "I'm... sorry about my father. His a bit of a bastard.... actually, a bit is a bit of an understandment." He giggled, putting a hand to his forehead and standing up, stumbling across the room in a single, unsteady waltz, saying, "You see! He's never tried to contact me before this year. And I," He giggled suddenly, falling onto the couch, "Don't want to talk to him, on account of the fact that he beat me senseless." He waved his head theatrically, his actions very hysterical, not the right mix for his serious words, "LITERALLY. He beat me so.. so... what's the right word... hard? Bad? Good? I don't think that's right grammar." He mused over it for a moment, before starting again, a goofy smile on his face, "And anyway, I ended up in the hospital, in a coma, for a little while, and when I woke up... it was like, POOF! I didn't have any memories whatsoever of my childhood, except for who my mummy was." He nodded, and started laughing randomly again, trying to get up from the couch, but then lying back on it, and continuing, "I just thought I was different. I liked being different. Because different means not normal. Not normal means different. Very logical, you see." He nodded, " But finally, when I turned fifteen, or maybe sixteen, I can't quite remember straight, I asked her about it, and she told me EVERYTHING. Didn't spare me one bit, that woman, and I got a fair tad mad. TAD MAD!" He burst into giggles once more, squirming on the couch a little, "I'm a poet, see. But anyway, and THEN... I left.. for a few hours, to cool off. And when I got home... my mumma was dead. Slit her own wrists." His face was somber now, and though he was still quite drunk, his words were very serious, and very slurred, "It was my fault she died... but I suppose, it all ends up being Daddy's fault in the end." He sighed, sinking down onto the couch, and waving his hands again, "What a wonderful world!" He burst into giggles once more.
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Post by Mitchel||Trinity on Aug 6, 2007 15:41:43 GMT -5
Well, she wasn't exactly proud of the boy. You could say that truthfully. Because, she really didn't know how he'd even been able to get home without something bad happening to him. That's how drunk she found that he was. And, actually, he was being really childish and she just wished that he would stop speaking. Because, he was acting like an idiot. Why wouldn't he just take the freaking water?! Honestly! She wasn't some sort of looney that was going to do something to him. Honest to goodness. Trinity wasn't anything like that. In fact, she was pretty nice to him compared to how she could be with some people when they went out and got hopelessly wasted. Fuck. Shut up! Those words were running through her brain and she just wished she could yell at him.
But, that would probably be a bad idea. Because, it might just make things worse. What the hell was he saying anyways? Well, she may as well listen to him. Because it wasn't going to help much if she just stood there staring at him as if he were the weirdest person in the world. No, that wouldn't really do anything..And she would love to understand what the hell was going through the kid's brain, but, well. Sometimes you just can't figure out what is on another person's mind. And it can be a good thing, or a bad thing. It all depended, really.
Trinity sighed a little bit, standing there uncomfortably. This was a little bit awkward for her. She wasn't exactly asking for an open book about what had happened to him and all that shit. It was just, I don't know. Weird, maybe? Yeah, that was a good enough for. Awkward, for sure. She didn't know how to respond to everything he was telling her, though. But, who really would? You didn't hear these types of things every day. And he probably didn't realize what he was saying. But, well, who knew. He seemed hysterical. How much had he drank, anyways? This was just a little bit crazy. Okay, more than crazy. But, honest to goodness, did he have to go into an entire sob story? Because, all she wanted to know was what the fuck he was thinking and why had he gotten so mad at her for doing something as harmless as picking up a fucknig phone?! It was crazy, if you thought about it. Who gets mad over answering a phone?! And it hadn't been that nice anyways. No, not at all. Trinity would be happy if she never answered a phone again. Especially after being asked if she was sleeping with him! Seriously! Gah!
She just continued to look at him, shifting her weight uncomfortably while he spoke. Yeah, that was really, really sad. She never really heard anything like that. Trinity let out and exasperated sigh when he'd finished speaking. That God he was done talking. She didn't know how much more of this she'd be able to take. And she didn't exactly know what to say. Trinity bit her lower lip, looking down at the floor. "Micah," she said, seriously, looking up at him. "Just take the water and the asprin." She didn't really want to think about all that he'd said. But, well, she'd have to deal with that after she got him a little bit sobered up. "Like, now. Before I have to do it myself." She moved over to the couch, putting the glass on the table and she took his hand. Trinity put the asprin in his hand, staring at him. "Your story is terrible, and all, but I think right now, getting you sober is more important." She wasn't going to leave until she was sure that he'd swallowed the asprin and drank all the water. Because, it would be pretty easy for him to just go and dump them out if she went back to bed. And it would be one hell of a pain to deal with.
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Post by Jake//Hayden on Aug 6, 2007 16:15:33 GMT -5
Micah sighed, leaning wearily against the couch. Yeah, a half-dozen shots of straight vodka did that to a person. It was surprising that he was even this coherent, especially with that Jack and coke he had downed just before he left. He realized, sub-consciously, that he was beig a tad crazy. Seriously. He was pretty much a completely different Micah right now, wasted and deliriously spill all of his past to Trinity, who probably didn't care. He frowned as he took on this train of thought. Not that she was a bad person by not caring... cause most people didn't really care. That was just the way things were with him. Especially yesterday, with his uncle. He didn't care. And he didn't think his Aunt cared about him all that much. The only reason they had taken him was because it was what his mother had wanted.
He stared at her, blinking surprisedly, and said, "Okay... but if I die, because you poisoned it or something, I'm blaming you." He pointed at her, then took the aspirin. It took a few tries for him to actually aim it correctly into his mouth, but eventually, he got it, then he lifted the glass to his lips, sipping the whole thing down, surprised at the fact he was surprisingly parched. He put the empty glass down on his leg, the water and aspirin dragging him a bit closer to normalcy. He looked at Trinity, and thought hard, because he had a feeling he was supposed to be remembering something. He put a finger to his forehead, and said, "I'm thinking. I think I have something to say... but I can't remember." He said, his words slightly more clear now. He thought for a little bit longer, then his eyes widened happily, and he said, "I REMEMBER!" He looked at her, and his expression turned serious again, and he said, "TrinnyBear. Earlier today. I shouldn't have gotten mad... I think I was mad... was I?" HE thought for a little longer, then nodded, "Yes, yes I was. But I shouldn't have taken it out on you? Yes. That's right," He nodded, again, sinking lower onto the couch, and his eyes drifting shut. He was gonna pass out at any minute, "And.. and.. I'm sorry. Because I shouldn't have snapped. It's just... I really hate my dad. And then.. he was really rude to you. And that made me very very angryful." HE smiled, then nodded, leaned over and stretching himself along the couch, his face buried inthe pillow. He turned his head, and met Trinity's gaze with slightly glazed eyes and said, "But... I'm sorry. Again. And if you don't forgive me and kick me out... I'll sleep outside until you let me back in." He nodded, and laid his head on the pillow, too tired, and wasted to move anymore. His eyes slid shut again, and his breathing slowed.
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Post by Mitchel||Trinity on Aug 6, 2007 16:34:16 GMT -5
She looked at the boy, sitting cross legged on the couch. "Mic," Trinity said. "Why the fuck would I poison your drink?" There was an annoyed tone to her voice. "Don't answer that," she added after about a second of silence. Well, it was better that she'd said that, because she could just imagine the things that he would come up with for why she would possibly want to poison him. But, she wasn't that annoyed with him. In fact, she didn't know why she was so annoyed. Maybe it was just the fact that he'd gone off and gotten drunk after pretty much being an ass hole. That was most likely it.
Well, him actually being able to remember something was a step up, now wasn't it? Yeah, it was. Trinity looked at him. "Yeah?" she said, avoiding eye contact with him. He was her best friend, but that didn't mean she wouldn't get annoyed with him. After all, there's only so much time you can spend with someone without getting annoyed with the things that they do. And she'd pretty much given up earlier that day on trying to keep herself cool with him. Because he was starting to get on her nerves just a little bit. Like hell he had been mad at her. Psch. Even if he was mad, he should think before he said things. Because tone is everything. And girls, well, they tend to take things a little bit more to heart than a boy might. That was one of the things that made them so different.
Trinity nodded her head gently to what he was saying. He actually thought she'd kick him out of the dorm? Ha! Like she'd ever do that. Even if they were mad at one another, the worst she'd do was lock him out of the bedroom. He could sleep on the couch. "I'm not angry enough with you to do that," she laughed gently, shaking her head. Trinity sat there for a moment in thought. The boy had soon fallen asleep. Well, she may as well go back to sleep. She sat on the couch for another moment before getting up, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek, and going back to the room and pulling the covers over her head. Well, that had been one hell of a day. That much was for sure.
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