Shea shrugged his shoulders, counting the load of cash he had pulled from Andrew's wallet, "A hundered and fifteen. Who in the right mind carries that much to a party?" Jake just lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug, not quite sure why anyone would be that stupid. "You know what I'm going to do with this right?" he shot, looking towards Jake.
"No." he stated, "What?"
"Go to Michigan to see my love." Shea smiled, "And I'm not coming back this time. Never coming back. I think we were destined to be you know, we are gonna get hitched up."
"That stupid guy you meet on the internet!" Jake screamed.
"Yeah." his friend shot, "He told me when I got enough money to come live with him."
"So...your just leaving?"
"Exactly."
"Take me with you! Please!"
"No way. I don't want no, 'im not sure if i'm gay or not' guy tagging at my side."
"Oh, come on Shea. Don't leave me here."
"I am. End of discussion. This is goodbye."
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A quiet knock was heard at the door, causing Brooke to fly up off the floor and over to the door where she was greeted by her long time friend. Laura smiled weakly and took a step in, "I lied a little on the phone." she confessed.
"How so?" Brooke inquired, staring intently at her.
"I actually didn't sleep with him, just very close to it...he backed out. I know. Weird. But then he took off." she explained, fidgeting with her hands the whole time that she spoke.
"He took off? Are you saying he ran away again? Just left?" she questioned, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, she always hated it when he ran away. Even now, when she didn't care about him, the thought of him on the streets made her sick.
"Yeah." she stated, "He was going to ask you to go with him...but...I couldn't find you and I kind of lied to him."
"Your lieing a lot tonight..." her friend observed.
Laura laughed, "Too much alcohol can do that to a person."
"Well, don't worry about it." she said softly, "he's gone now. No more mind games."
"What a relief!" she cried, her eyes slowly scanning the room, where they came upon a figure sleeping peacefully on the couch, "Sleeping beauty...that Peter?"
"Nope." Brooke laughed, "That's Thomas Valmont...Peter is the one laying on the floor." she stated pointed infront of the coffee table where Peter was sprawled out, quietly watching mtv's undressed.
"How the hell..." she muttered letting her voice drop to a whisper, "You found two hot guys in one night? how did you accomplish that."
"Take their hot older brother to a party, get pissed at him when he wants to..yeah, then go cry on the steps and meet the depressed younger brother who invites you to his house, and then falls asleep. Where you find his twin, the man of your dreams."
"Long night?"
"Very."
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"I'm going to have to take you down to the station. It seems you are driving a stolden vehicle." the officer stated, tapping his pen on the car door.
"What? This is my car!" he cried, slamming his hands down on the wheel.
"Your plates are from Canada." he shot, "Why are you here?"
"I just moved." he muttered, "I just forking moved here! This is my car?"
"Really Mr. Valmont?" The officer questioned, "Then why when I searched your plates, the owner is David Moffatt?"
"Oh my gawd!" Ashley cried, "You stold a car from a dead guy!"
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Andy ran his hands through his short cute hair, all the while feeling his stomach churn, he was gay. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to hold back his tears, he never saw it coming. Maybe that's why they say drugs are bad for you...maybe it won't kill you, just ruin your life. he laughed at the excuses he was coming up with...he swung over the line. and that's the only thing that he knew for sure.
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Megan shook her head slowly, kicking the dirt as she walked down the street, The usual. Rejection. How could she live when she knew that life was just, a game. She was a stupid pawn in the game of life. In Luke's life.
She brushed a strand of hair away from her face, and headed straight towards home, it was about the only thing she could do. She didn't want to drive...she just wanted to be alone. And think. Think, yeah. Something nobody does these days...