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GothLoliKitty

...And Mrs. Dredson was as short compared to me as I remembered. She practically jumped on my with happiness, pulling me close in a tight embrace. I laughed and hugged her back. I missed her kindness. I was always welcomed warmly at Darcy's house, which was great since my parents went through a messy divorce two years ago. I couldn't stand the constant bickering. It made me want to scream. So I'd sneak out my room's window (luckily my room was on the first floor) and walk over to Darcy's to spend the night. I didn't have to sneak into her house. I was always welcomed, no matter the hour. In the morning, I'd just walk home and hop through my window like I'd never been gone. It didn't make a difference though, because my mother and father had to leave for work early. My home life was a wreck. My sister had just left for college the year they went at it. I remember the feeling of jealously I had towards her. That she got to leave and I couldn't.

When she let go and scurried off to cut the pie, I smiled at Darcy. Not much has changed, as she told me earlier. And it was true. My smile widened into a grin, and I choked back a laugh at the table settings. It was definitely Mrs. Dredson's doing. She was a funny one, setting it up with candles and all. Like it was a fancy dinner date at an overly-priced, four-star restaurant. Sometimes I got the feeling that Mrs. Dredson wanted me to marry Darcy. Or maybe to marry her now that I thought about it. Okay, weird.

I sat down in the chair, leaning back as I took a long swig of Dr. Pepper before digging into the pie. It looked mouth-watering. And once I took the first bite, I wasn't disappointed. It was just as I remembered it. Better, in fact, because I hadn't had it in so long. It was warm and sweet, and had the perfect amount of cinnamon. I wished my mom could bake. But she was a hopeless cook. My sister cooked for us most of the time back when she was in high school. Now we pretty much fended for ourselves or mom brought home some fast food for the two of us (Dad was forced to move out after the divorce was through; I don't see him much anymore, and honestly, I'm fine with that). I was absolutely sick of McDonald's and was pretty sure I never wanted to eat it ever again in my entire life. I'd probably puke.

Finishing the pie in merely minutes, I looked over to see Darcy's progress. Half-done. I caught a smirk on her face and stuck my tongue out in return. As I watched her eat, I drank my Dr. Pepper slowly. She used to hate it when I watched her eat. I was pretty sure she still didn't like it, but I didn't care. I wasn't saying anything. Just...observing. And after my last gulp of soda, she was finally done.

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`kiwi · Subject: Re: - Perks of Being a Third-wheel - [private] Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:08 pm

` A n d I w i l l t r y t o f i x y o u . . .

I pulled into the driveway slowly, turning off the ignition and leaning back in my seat as Logan quickly jumped out of his. By that time, I had cooled off... but there was still a spark of anger that trailed within me. I wasn't meant to be, I couldn't be angry or upset. I was Darcy Dredsen; the healer; the comic relief; the common 'smile' as people liked to call me. Negative emotions weren't in my blood, but for some reason the thought I never getting what I truly wanted made my heart sink. And I felt bad, well... for feeling bad. If that makes sense... I was never satisfied, was I?

Before my hand could reach the handle of my own door-handle, the door deftly opened and I was greeted by a draft of chilly air. Logan stood outside, with a smile, calling me a 'princess.' I couldn't help but to chortle, and I perked my neck up and made an 'elegant' face. Speaking in a mock british accent, I said, "Why thank you, slave." pretend as if I was some sort of prissy, stuck-up princess from... Brimingshire... or whatever they have in England... something that sounded of power, and grace. I delicately got out of the car and strutted all high-and-mighty like towards the door, but eventually my body slouched and I laughed out loud at my own stupid. "Wow, I'm lame!" I exclaimed, my hand grasping the handle of my big red entrance door. My house was the only with with a red door. When people needed directions I didn't even need to give them my address. All I would say was, "Turn on Yorktown Lane, and then look for the big white house with the red door, you can't miss it." My house was so distinguishable to people, I don't know... I guess I was sort of proud to be living there, I liked my house, it fit my family perfectly.

I pushed on the gold handle and the door creaked open, the wafting smell of apples and cinammon filled my nostrils. "The pie just cooled off, we arrived just in time." I said quietly to Logan, whom strided to the side of me. I knew he was probably like a dog with saliva dripping out of it's mouth, nothing appealed to Logan more than my mother's apple-pie. Well... besides Marissa. She was always number one.

"Hey, mom! Look at this hobo I picked up from the street!" I said outloud, leading Logan in. I closed the door from behind us and I only saw a blur of a white-frilly apron and a blob of bright blonde hair, as well as I heard my mom's frantically elated voice cry, "LOGAN!" And when my vision came back to normal, my mom had her skinny arms draped around Logan, hugging him tightly, her head in his chest... Logan was always little awkwardly tall. But I loved him that way. "Oh, Logan! It's so great to see you. I've missed you so so so sooo much! Where have you been?!" my mom cried loudly, swaying Logan back and forth as she clinged to him tightly. I swear, if my mom was my age, or is Logan was about twenty years older she'd be all over Logan. A creepy thought, but it was true. "Mom, you're gonna kill him!" I exclaimed, giggling and shaking my head. And my mom finally tore away from Logan and turned to the both of us, "Alright, alright... I know you're both practically drooling. Who wants some pie? It's just perfectly cooled now!" she didn't even give us a change to respond, she pranced her way to the kitchen, her blonde curls bouncing as she skipped away.

I glanced over at Logan with a sheer smirk on my lips, "Told you it was perfect." I said to him, walking towards to kitchen to get a hearty slice of pie. Upon entering the kitchen, the table was set for two, candles adorning the seating arrangment and all. I rolled my eyes faintly and sat at the seat with cherry-coke can placed aside my helping of pie. The other side had a Dr. Pepper to the side of the pie. I grinned, my mom knew Logan all too well. Maybe even more than me, it was almost... frightening!

GothLoliKitty · Subject: Re: - Perks of Being a Third-wheel - [private] Wed Sep 30, 2009 7:43 pm

My stomach growled at the mention of pie, so I gave in. "Fine. I'll let it go. For now, at least," I said, while walking around the front of the car to jump into the passenger seat. Once inside and buckled up, I began to fiddle with the radio dials to find a song that wasn't annoying and repetitive. I scowled as I flipped past at least ten rap songs. "Ugh. Your radio still gets crappy stations," I laughed, remembering when we had to settle for Akon a few years back. I couldn't remember how long ago it'd been since he was popular. Apparently, now it was Lil' Wayne. I'd take Akon any day compared to him.

I stopped on the song "New Perspective" by Panic! At The Disco. "Finally! Something good," I commented. I'd been a pretty hardcore fan of Panic since their first cd, and even though they'd recently broken up, I was still sticking with them. They seemed like the kind of band that'll break up for a while but get back together eventually. Plus, two were still making music with the band name, so it wasn't as if they were completely dead. At this point, the bandana laid crumpled on the floor by my feet. I was pretty sure I didn't need it anymore. And even if Darcy wanted me to put it on, I would laugh and tell her that I knew where her house was with my eyes closed anyway.

When we parked in her driveway, I hopped out to open her front door, knowing exactly which pot to look under for the key. Believe me, there were a lot of pots outside of her house. All filled with different colored flowers. Her mother liked to garden. Well, and bake. And was good at both. Mine, on the other hand, was obsessed with her job. And cleanliness of our house. I grew up to be very organized, thanks to mother dearest. I always told Darcy that I wanted her mother instead of mine. Her mom used to give us cookies and milk after school when we were in elementary school. Darcy used to make a face at me and reply "Ewww! You like like my mom?!" and stick her tongue out at me. We never used the words 'crush' or 'love'. Thinking back upon it, 'like like' was a stupid thing to say. But I guess it got the point across. If, and when, she said that, I'd rip off a piece of my cookie and throw it at her with mock disgust. It was true that I never felt that way about her mom, though. She was a second mother to me. And a nicer one at that.

I turned the key and pushed the door open. "After you, Princess," I laughed, allowing Darcy passage first.

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` A n d I w i l l t r y t o f i x y o u . . .

I wouldn't allow myself to become pathetic, I couldn't. I was so entirely sick of being the third-wheel. I was so entirely sick of being the comedic relief for everyone. It made me jubilant to know I did someone else and favor of good... but I realized suddenly that hadn't been doing myself any good by shoving my heart off to the side and taking other hearts before my own... Logan and Marissa's especially. I never got angry, I was never upset, but the mixed emotions within me targetted a pin-point towards utter chaos. I knew Logan was going to approach me soon, I loved him for that... he was always concerned for my well-being, but when Marissa came around he suddenly seemed less... concerned. I don't know, all of these spontaneous thoughts were rendering a headache. I decided to stop thinking about it and blow off my heart for yet another time.

As expected, Logan caught my by the shoulder. Although I knew he was going to, I still slightly jumped and quickly turned around. He was still blind-folded, and I couldn't help but to actually smile faintly. Gently, I lifted my hands to his face and slid the bandana off, taking it and crumpling it in my left hand. I slightly backed away and out of his grip on my arm, and looked down to the ground, smiling and shaking my head. He bombarded me with concerned questions. God, he was great.

"I'm fine." I said, quietly, my voice soft and defeated. It sounded sincere, although in reality it wasn't. "Nothing's wrong, just a bad thought. You didn't do anything wrong, either. Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal at all. You know how girls are, right?" I stiffled a chortle. "Anyways, let's not keep that pie waiting, let's get home!" and I slid into the car, shutting the door and throwing the black bandana in the back seat, awaiting for Logan to get into the vehicle.

GothLoliKitty · Subject: Re: - Perks of Being a Third-wheel - [private] Mon Sep 28, 2009 8:53 pm

I stared for a moment at the empty space where she'd just been sitting, my arms limp at my sides. Did I do something wrong? She'd wriggled her way out of my hold and jumped up. Almost in an angry fashion. I blinked. What did I do? She was clearly pissed about something. And since she was the kind of person who was never particularly mad at anything, ever, I was truly perplexed.

Standing up, I turned to notice that Darcy was already far gone. I sighed, taking a long, fond look at my surroundings, wishing I'd gone there since sixth grade. But I didn't want Darcy to think I was letting her get away. I followed our trail back to the car (even though I'd been blindfolded I could figure it out; I'd been there so many times I could've walked it blindly if I'd known I was there), and caught Darcy by the arm gently before she opened the driver's door.

"What's wrong?" It was obvious that she was upset, I wasn't stupid enough to ask 'are you okay?' when a girl's crying. And I wasn't a jerk to the point where I wouldn't comfort a crying girl. Especially one who was my best friend. She'd stuck by me, and I'd walk through fire for her. So let the hormones flow. I knew how crazy girls could be. I had an older sister in college. She liked me having a girl best friend; Darcy in particular. And also made fun of me for it, saying how I'd end up gay. I never really saw eye-to-eye with my older sister, Brittany, but she got along well with Darcy, so that's all that really mattered. "Was it something I said? Did?" I let her go, hoping she wouldn't jump in the car and slam the door in my face.

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`kiwi · Subject: Re: - Perks of Being a Third-wheel - [private] Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:31 am

` A n d I w i l l t r y t o f i x y o u . . .

It took me a moment to figure out why tears were starting to jut out from my eyes, but I realized it wasn't only because of Marissa's death. I was because no matter how hard I tried to push that fact that Marissa would always be there inside Logan. I almost felt... guilty for loving the guy. I realized how entirely pathetic I was, falling into a forbidden love. I almost felt like a back-stabbing bitch for wanting Logan more than anything in this world. I knew one time Marissa actually questioned me about it, she pulled me aside one day and put a concerned hand upon my shoulder. "Darce..." she alledged softly. "Do you like Logan?" Marissa wasn't one to beat around the bush; if she wanted to know something she'd get straight to the point. The question caught me off-guard, and I could do nothing but sit there, my throat was suddenly dry.

The look within my eyes was apparently a good enough awnser, Marissa smiled faintly and shook her head. "Thought so." she said extremely quietly, she probably thought I couldn't hear it but I could. Marissa didn't exactly say anything to me for a second, but she didn't tell me to back off and get the hell out of her way, but she said, "It's funny... after all you've been through together you think you'd end up together." she said softly, and we both looked over at Logan conversing with another boy, laughing and dancing around like idiots. But that's what guys do. She smiled faintly and looked over at me, "You're perfect for eachother." but before I could say anything, she walked away and headed up towards Logan and the another guy he'd been talking with.

By that time I was only utterly confused at what Marissa meant. Had she been mocking me? Or... did she really mean it. The smile she gave me somehow headed towards the fact that she really meant what she said.

By that time Logan's arms were around me and holding me close. The only time that he'd do it, not because he wanted to... only because I just looked like a pathetic loser. Angrilly, I forced the tears down and took in a large breath of air, calming myself down by a strong force. "It's not your fault." I said, absently, looking off into the depth of the waters. It's my fault I'm in love with you. I thought softly. Logan also mentioned visiting her family, and I nodded agreeing with him. I suddenly didn't feel like talking nor smiling anymore, I was more upset with myself more than anything. "Let's go." I said, squirming my way out of Logan's arms and standing and taking a hearty look at the sight that gave me a slight aura of happiness, and without waiting for Logan I set off towards the car.

GothLoliKitty

My throat locked up and I looked away from the tear, the hole in my chest tearing open again. I knew she was right, and that hurt all the more. I had to let her go. Let Marissa go. Not forget, but stop being upset that she's gone and think about all the good times. And I realized how much Darcy had been hurting inside too. I hadn't seen her in a month... how come I expected her to have been exactly the same the entire time? Maybe she had locked herself away and cried until she fell asleep like I had.

I turned around back to face Darcy and saw her crumpled, tears leaking from her green eyes. My heart broke to pieces and I sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her, on the verge of tears with her. "I'm really sorry...I shouldn't have left you to deal with it alone. I should've been strong enough... smarter, too. I thought.... thought that I was the only one her death truly effected..." my voice cracked on death and my voice trailed off. Moments of silence passed as we sat in the shade of our willow tree, staring at the glittering pond.

"We should visit her family. But... not today. I don't think either of us could handle that now," I whispered, the wind blowing faintly.

[sorry it's so short >>]

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` A n d I w i l l t r y t o f i x y o u . . .

As Logan stood in his own awe, I took a advanced towards the glittering pond. It glittered as if tiny diamonds were mixed within the reflection of the water... you could say that it was blinding, but I was so used to the bright reflection sparkles that it wasn't any effect to me. I sat down and stared off into the midst of the water, just as I had done. A small flash-back of me as a small child, dressed in a Minnie Mouse shirt, my hair pulled up in high pig-tails with neon green scrunchies, adorned with pink leggings with cute frill at the ankles, followed up with my favorite Rugrats gym shoes (I liked them a whole lot because whenever I stepped down pink lights would flash from the little light indicators) When I thought it was just to look cool, it was really a tracking system for parents. We were so entirely naive, weren't we?

But... sometimes, it would be nice to be naive again. To be that small little girl again... Because when you grow up, you're accountable for all your mistakes; as a little kid you could fall down and someone would laugh a little and help you back up, running a comforting hand through your hair assuring you that you didn't mean to and everything was alright. But, at this age if you were to fall, there'd be no one to help you up and assure you that everything was okay, you'd just get yelled at for what you did wrong. As kids we were so innocent, so free... It feels like as you age, you're chained down farther and farther from imagination... and there's no turning back. If everyone thought Santa, The Easter Bunny, and The Tooth Fairy exsisted... this world would be less of a depressing place. At least, that's what I think.

As Logan spoke up, I didn't turn to look at him... I kept my shining green eyes towards the pond; the waters treading slowly with memories. A small smirk traced up my mouth, it wasn't a kind of smirk that was happy and sincerely happy. It was a sad smile, but it was a smile that kept your head up with hope. "We haven't changed." I said, softly. "Nothing's changed... only the situations." I turned my head finally to gaze upon Logan, and I scooted a ways towards the willow tree. My eyes were momentarily blocked by the soft winds blowing my tawny hair into my face, quicklt shaking it away I took a moment to gawk at the carvings of our names in the tree. "This is a sign that we haven't changed..." I said, kind of to myself but I knew Logan was listening, my fingers gently traced the indents of the carvings. "We've been through things that might of made it feel like you've changed... but you really haven't." I discreetly pulled out a small pocket knife from my pocket, shealthing the blade and advancing towards the tree, carving into it by our names. "You've got the same mind-set, the same heart, the same body... you may think differently but you're still who you are." From my blazer, I pulled out a lily from Logan's frontyard, the lily's that Marissa adored so much. And then I placed it to the tree, it stayed... suprisinlgly.

I turned around to Logan, moving out of the way to present what I'd just done. The tree no longer read, "DARCY + LOGAN." It read, "DARCY + LOGAN + MARSSA" with the small lily aside Marissa's name. I smiled a crooked smile, tears were lining my eyes... I hoped they weren't too visible. But in this glistening light, the sun would take over any kind of water and make it sparkle. "I want you to realize that Marissa is still here, in all of us, whenever you're feeling down you could go back to her... and think of all the memories we've had, and smile. Marissa would not want you to suffer for her own benefit and you know that, Logan. Yes, Marissa's death was tragic, sudden, and terrible. I know that you were her one and only, but I was her best friend. Don't think that I'm trying to push it away and pretend like nothing's wrong. I'm facing it right in the face, but I'm not going to cry... I'm going to accept it and remember what's worth-while. Forget the bad times, remember the good times, and Marissa will continue to live in the both of us. I hate seeing you sad." my voice cracked, and realizing that I was getting emotional, I quickly turned away to face the pond, trying to keep myself in check. I wasn't quite sure why I was starting to cry, I really didn't.

GothLoliKitty

"Hey, I remember this song..." Darcy used to play the song on repeat when we drove in her car. Not that I didn't like the song, but I had gotten tired of it. But right now... "I missed hearing this," I added, meaning every word. I know for sure I owned it on one of the many cds Darcy had burned for me over the years. We shared a lot of music, and started naming each of the cds. "Rainy Day" was all sad songs for example. I had most of the depressing music. She had the hopeful songs. Always the optimist, Darcy. We were a good balance that way.

I grinned at the mention of her mother's pie. Oh, man was her pie delicious. I remembered how every year for the fourth of july our families got together for a special picnic (we had a lot of picnics between our families, and always invited each other), complete with watching fireworks. My father gave us sparklers. The look on Darcy's 9-year-old face was priceless. It was as if she'd been given a magic lamp and a genie had popped out to grant her three wishes. The amazement held in her green doe eyes was....well, amazing. Her mother made her special apple pie every year. And after about two years of me eating half of the pie by myself, she decided to make one for every picnic thereafter, in hopes that I would get too sick of the single pie that I'd let others eat it. She was mistaken. And therefore forced to bake at least three for every picnic. "If you don't give me some, I'll be forced to use torture." I grinned, eyes still covered by the bandana. I was sure she was smirking, considering giving me a hard time. If she did, I'd just steal the pie and run home with it. We only lived a few blocks from each other anyway. And I was a faster runner.

"You know what I feel like? Nesquik chocolate milk. I'll even share mine with you," I laughed, reminiscing. I'd always thought the day I tried going back to normality would be the most painful day of my life, besides losing Marissa and the funeral. I still had the gaping hole in my chest that her death had torn out, but around Darcy I was easily distracted. She did that to people. And even after all these years of friendship, I couldn't resist her optimistic charm.

After we had parked, she pulled me out of the car and slid her hand into mine to lead. I didn't think about it too much and let it be. She was my best friend. Before Marissa came along I'd been used to her hand in mine. But after meeting Marissa there wasn't much of that, the reason being my hand was occupied by Marissa's. When we got to the mysterious location, she tugged the bandana off. I blinked. I couldn't believe it. I knelt down my the base of the tree trunk, running my fingers over our carved names. Standing back up, I looked around at the willow branches, arching down around the trunk. It certainly was a haven, closed in but still lit. And even after all these years, I still felt safe inside the billowing branches, that flowed slowly and gracefully as the soft wind blew by the creek. "It's amazing...how it hasn't changed one bit since we last came. But we've changed so much, haven't we? It's like it's trapped in time..."

[Don't worry about it :3 School certainly is a killer >> math will be the death of me, I swear. I absolutely adore this roleplay~ you have no idea, you amazing person, you :] and the fact that you put a song up = epic win <3 next time there's a song playing, I'll choose one too~ Very Happy

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` A n d I w i l l t r y t o f i x y o u . . .

I flipped through channels, passing through a couple channels that had the exact same song on them, that new song by Taylor Swift... you know, the "You Belong With Me' song? I disliked country, and her music in my opinion was just as cliche as any other love song out there. "Ugh, you're done, Taylor Swift!" I said absent-mindedly, switching the radio station deftly, my slim eyebrows narrowed slightly in aggravation. But finally, I reached to a station that just so happened to begin to play one of my favorite songs, "Hear You Me" by Jimmy Eat World. I remembered listening to this song a lot whenever I was down, it made me think about all the good times I've had with Logan... just me and Logan. I loved having Marissa around, she brought her own kind of fun to the table... but it wasn't the same as just Logan and I. Logan and I were both daring to do something frightening, but Marissa would stand off in the backround and opt out of whatever we were doing. It got kind of annoying after a while... but I learned to accept it; some people just aren't willing to do certain things, I s'pose. The slow song hummed softly within the car, and it was the only noise between us for a bit before Logan broke the silence.

Logan questioned me about the Dr. Pepper at my house, a sly smirk creeped around my lips. "I actually just bought a new case yesterday." I informed him, proudly. "And, I believe momma-dearest made her amazing apple pie as well..." I said 'non-chalantly.' Although, I knew Logan was crazy for my mom's pie, I was anticipating an uprise in him from any moment. I took a sudden turn into a forest preserve... I wasn't exactly all too sure if Logan would remember our hide-out in the third grade. I remember we would have family picnic's together, when both of our families would meet up for a typical hot-dog/hamburger lunch with some silly games. All the women would be chattering about their currents, sipping on a Bacardi wine-cooler while the men would be lounging in their chairs chugging down beer, cackling like mad and conversing/debating harshly about sports.

On one of those cook-out gatherings, Logan and I managed to get away from the other kids. I remember grabbing a hold of his hand and he held onto my hand so hard that it nearly began to cut off the circulation. We ran for a good ten minutes, going deeper and deeper into the woods, laughing and howling like wolves as we did so. We had our little call to eachother. I remember Logan saying to me, "If you ever get lost... or if you just need me for something, just howl like a wolf and I'll come find you." We ran just for another moment before we stopped in the sight of a glittering creek with a shady willow tree beside it, just enough room for two people to sit. From then on, we would always go to that spot, even though our mother's absoleutly loathed the fact that we were so far away from them. You know how mothers are...

One of the last days we went there, I remember we carved our names into the willow tree by the creek, dating the time we were there. I don't exactly remember how long ago it was... but I do remember we stopped going by the sixth grade... Man, did I miss the place. That was my haven. And I was pretty sure it was Logan's, too. So we got there, andI parked, and then retrieved Logan from the other side and grabbed a hold of his hand this time. Hopefully he wasn't weird with human contact anymore... I didn't want him to feel awkward or anything. "C'mon." I said to him, and I lead him into the woods, going deeper and deeper just as we did those many years ago. Once we were there, I stopped... soaking in the beautiful sight. It looked exactly as it did those many years ago. Sure, it looked bigger back then... but it was so beautiful. A smirk lined my lips and tears brimmed by eyes, my stomach churning with emotions of my returning past. "We're here..." I whispered softly to him, and then I took the bandana off of him.

[sorry for taking such a long time >< school kills! btw, i wanna let you know how i really love this roleplay, it's going so well and you're really fun to rp with ^___^ thanks so much for joing!]

here's the song Darcy put on the radio... I wrote this entire passage listening to this song :3

Hear You Me - Jimmy Eat World

GothLoliKitty

My lips curled up into a smile. The movement was strange, foreign to me. It'd been a long time since I'd had a reason to smile. Leaving the town with Darcy, even for a few days, was the best idea I'd probably ever had. Besides asking Marissa out, but I pushed thoughts of her aside. Marissa probably wouldn't have gone ahead with their little journey plan. She liked her home and was proud of it. Always saying how she'd never leave. That was one of the only differences in opinion we shared. I wanted to travel the world. Go anywhere and everywhere. I'd told Darcy that before Marissa had come into my life. She said she travel to the ends of the earth with me. I said I believed her. I still do. And mystery city was first on my list. For Darcy especially.

Another surprise? I was excited for this, to be honest, and didn't hesitate (well, much) to grab the bandana. "Can I at least wait to get to the car? I don't want to accidentally kill myself getting back there. Then who's gonna find the right park with you?" I laughed lightly, surprised by how natural the sound, well, sounded. I thought it'd sound...weird. Ugly. But with Darcy everything was natural. Everything seemed right. Darcy's expression was beyond pleased. In her mind I'd probably made a full recovery. Oh, how wrong was that. I wasn't putting on a charade, I really was enjoying my time. But my heart ached and escaping the town appeared to be the only way to clear the air around me. Stop the haze of memories from suffocating me. Everything here reminded me of Marissa. I needed out. And soon.

I hoped Darcy understood my lack of hesitation to leave. I needed her to. And I was sure she did. Because Darcy got me like that. It was like she could read my mind. We'd always been close enough to read each other. But Darcy was always so happy, I thought it'd be obvious if she was upset. I hoped that I was right, because otherwise I was a crappy friend for not seeing if she hurt. I hoped that she didn't put up a charade of happiness for me. She knew I wouldn't want that. She wanted nothing but the truth from me.

Back in the car, I turned up the radio before tying on the bandana, eyes closed. I let Darcy chose the station. I wasn't particular on music, as long as it wasn't country. I had a strong opposition to country music. Never liked it. Never would. "Hey, Darce? You better have Dr. Pepper for me at your house still. Otherwise I'll be forced to make you buy me one on the way." I smirked. She always kept Dr. Pepper for me at her house for when I visited, just like I kept Cherry Vanilla Coke for her at mine. We were at each other's house that much that the sodas had to be in constant stock.

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`kiwi · Subject: Re: - Perks of Being a Third-wheel - [private] Tue Sep 22, 2009 4:56 pm

` A n d I w i l l t r y t o f i x y o u . . .

I remembered the day Logan gave me his Charizard pokemon card; it was like heaven froze over earth and there was nothing else in the world that mattered but that one card. I remembered clutching that thing to my own tiny body and protectively if I could, and whenever would dare ask what it was I would say "Nothing!" and quickly turn around to hide them from seeing it... I wanted it to be a secretly simply between Logan and I, and no one else. Besides... if it got damaged in any way Logan wouldn't share his chocolate milk with me. And god forbid, I lost that chocolate milk. I guess you could say I had 'chocolate-milk-ilism.' Maybe even worse than alcoholism, I'd nearly throw myself on the ground and throw fits if I couldn't have chocolate milk.

The day I got the card I got home and put in in my special Mickey-mouse jewelry box that would play a Disney-like tune, along with other important things... like all of the love-letters, crush-notes I had written to him... but never mustered up the courage to give to him. My letter-box ranged from the day I met Logan to where I stood now... I just realized, though, that I hadn't written him in about a year. I supposed it was date to update the stock. But that was for another time, because Logan was actually talking about going to the painting. Not even in a metephorical way, but in reality.

Quizzically, I turned and gave Logan such a questioning look. He was serious, I could see it within his eyes. There, I realized I was looking at the same person all along. Logan hadn't changed one bit after Marissa's death. And I was secretly thanking the gods silently within my head. Still, Logan's suggestion was quite suprising... but it wasn't like I wasn't down with the plan, a flood of ideas entered my spiraling wit.... and nothing pointed towards a 'no.' "Yes... let's do it!" I said, chipper. Where ever this city park was, we would find it, Logan and I. And it was to be raining, the picture was permenantly there within each crevice of my mind. It was going to happen. It had to happen. Scanning the information of the painting, I read aloud the artist's name, "William Roundwallen." and I looked for the name of the masterpiece, "The Perks of being a Wall-flower." I said aloud, again. Well that was all too familiar. No wonder I loved this painting so much. "1950..." I read out loud, kind of to myself. I'd make sure the moment I returned home to look this painting up, I'd bring Logan with me, too.

There was one more stop before we'd head back to my place. "Before we go back to my place... there's one more suprise." I said, a smile creeping up my lips. And I held out the bandana to him again.

[That's a good idea! ;3 Aw, and thank you! :333]