At the last second, Laura had blurted out that she lied, and Brooke did care about him, more than anyone has ever cared about him. He sighed and let his head slam against the car window, but how could he go back? How could he even face her after what he had done? For gawd's sake! He practically slept with her best friend.
"I hate my life." He shot coldly, watching what he used to be called home flash before his eyes. He was going to start over, start fresh. He wasn't going to be that player he once was...or so, he hoped.
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"Officer." William choked, he couldn't believe this was happening, "Could...could I speak to you alone?"
Backing away from the car door, the local officer watched carefully as Will rolled up his window, pushing open the truck door and slamming it tightly behind him. "About the Dave Moffatt thing..." he gulped, "You know, Davey is dead...?"
"Yeah, plane crash a few weeks ago." he shot, "Now tell me why, you have his truck."
"I am he, sir." William whispered.
"Oh, yeah. And I'm the president."
"Some day, I'm sure you'd make a great president."
"Shut up." the officer snapped, "No more bull shit, why do you have a dead guy's truck. And no more of this, I am Dave. Because your not."
"But I am!" he cried, "You can even call the witness protection program! They changed my forking name, so I could forking get away from the hell I called my life! They let me forking start over, with a new forking identity so I wasn't forking stalked, beat and taken advantage of for the rest of my forking life!"
"I'm sorry Mr. Valmont but I'm going to have to take you and your little priss ball down to the station. Maybe there we can figure out how and why you stold this car."
"Didn't you hear me?" William cried, "You can't arrest me for having my own car!"
"Yeah? You were speeding and cocking off to an officer. Now. You have the right to remain silent...."
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Laura sighed, and slowly walked over by the couch, plopping down on the cusion near Thomas' feet. She stared intently at him, before reaching out and lightly touching his forehead. Jerking away quickly before his eyes flipped open.
"Who the hell are you?" he muttered through a wave of sleep, "Your not...uhh."
"I'm Laura, a friend of Brooke's." she informed, staring at the floor, just imagining how stupid she looked.
"Oh yeah, Brooke was her name. What ever happened to her?" he asked, sitting up and quickly brushing back his light brown hair. Laura smiled weakly and pointed to the other side of the coffee table where Bob was intently pressing his lips against Brooke's. "I guess that means I have no chance with her." he laughed, "twin brothers, always beating you to things."
She smirked, "Yeah. I guess so."
"Well, anyways, the names Thomas." he shot, scooting closer to her on the couch, "And to me, it looks like you need to talk."
"What?"
"You seem nervous."
"Well...I don't know you."
"I'm Thomas Valmont. Seventeen years old, I have three brothers; Peter, William and uggh Andy. I really don't get along with them, maybe Peter we still have a connection. In fact, It's very unbelievable. We just moved here from Calgary which is up in Canada, I liked it there. I never wanted anything to happen, I never wanted to move. I hate this place. It's so boring, but you, you seem very interesting. Anyways, 'nuff about you, you need to know who I am. I can play the bass guitar only when I'm in a good mood, which hasn't been in forever."
"Umm..." Laura started.
"But who cares! I have other talents. I can, play hockey. That's what I want to be. A hockey player. Probably for the Montreal Canadiens, I really like them. Did I mention I'm Canadian. I hope you have nothing against Canadians I mean my favorite show South Park did kind of give us a bad reputation. But I mean, who cares. Life is just a piece of pie, you go through it so quickly. I like pie, infact it's good..I like pineapples, but my bother Peter, can't hack them, he's such a..."
Laura lightly placed her lips against his, trying to keep him from rambling on and on about himself. When they had pulled away she stated, "I think I know a little bit too much about you." He laughed, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers.
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Grumbling to herself, Megan took a sharp corner and rammed right into someone, as she fell to the ground she felt someone land ontop of her. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she cried, slightly looking at the figure that was sprawled out across her.
"Umm, it's okay." he stated, tilting his head slightly so he was staring into her deep green eyes.
"Are you...okay?" she questioned.
"As okay as I'll ever be." Andy spat, sitting up slightly. Megan was quick to sit up next to him, nuzzling her head against his slightly.
"I saw you at Josh's and your big fight with Brookie, I'm so sorry." She muttered, giving him puppy dog eyes before placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Umm, sorry to break it to you." he stated, "But I'm Gay."