Her laughter surprised him. So much so that his face expressed his suprisement. He walked up behind her, coolly, peering over her shoulder. Although he didn’t know if she noticed. He was sort of creeping around. “I see, I guess that makes sense. Someone you think’s ‘below’ you wouldn’t flatter you.” He shrugged. “I got told that everyone was equal. I guess that’s what people tell idiots like me though, right?”
Ryan raised an eyebrow as she began to become sharp with her words. “What? How does hugging your friends make you a le-“ but then she continued. It scared him, how she’d changed to being so blunt. “Regan, are you okay?” he asked her. He tried to sound concerned, but he wasn’t. He was just utterly confused. “Hey, hang on, are you trying to say I’m homophobic or something?” he asked. What was wrong with her? It was like the innocent girl had suddenly turned all different. “Hey, I’m not homophobic. My brother’s bi. I don’t care, I’m too much of a man, I… I’m not gay. I’m straight. And no, I haven’t done any experimenting. Jesus, what’s up with you?” He held his hands up in front of him, defensively, and then lowered them to his side.
When she turned around, he noticed something. A slight tear in her eye, but he didn’t mention it. Perhaps he was hallucinating. And then as she kept knocking him down, she really did keep knocking him down. Mentally, not physically. No one was ever so blunt. No one was ever so mean to him. He wasn’t used to it. Maybe he should’ve been. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he repeated. “My clothes, my hair… what? What are you talking about, I hurt your feelings?” he didn’t know whether she was mocking him or not. He didn’t know whether she was joking or being serious. He approached her and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But you insulted me and you judged me. I just don’t appreciate it as much as some other people might.” He frowned, reaching out for her arm. The radio was in the other hand.
But suddenly, he dropped it. Not the radio, but his hand. “Why wouldn’t I be able to afford it?” he asked, his face dropping, no longer a smile but a sad, ‘what are you trying to say’ look on him. “Why are you insulting me so much? I’m sorry if I offended you but you offended me first and I don’t recall getting any apology off you. So why don’t you just quit crying and just start being nice to me. Or at least polite. And no, I’m keeping the radio! I don’t pay for things that I thief!” he said as he moved in a quick pace towards the exit.
"I never said you were below me and I don't think that way. Only princesses do, and do I look like a princess? No. I didn't even mention your name in the flattering subject. I just said it depended, whether I liked the guy or not" she shrugged. "If everyone was treated equally there wouldn't be homelessness." She sighed, "Hmm I don't know, do they teach that in idiots school?" she rolled her eyes slightly.
"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" she asked slightly confused. "I don't believe I said or was trying to say you were homophobic, I was just saying I didn't see you as the type of guy..". She paused, "Your brothers bi?" She wasn't say ing this as in 'ew your brothers bi?! Eww' no it just sounded familiar to her. What was his last name again. Think. Think. Think. Carpers! Yes that was it, now where had she heard the name before. Ding Dong. The light blub had been switched. "Wait, hey are you Ryders brother?" she asked. She didn't know Ryder that well, only his name and they chatted occasionally in class but that was it. She never knew he had ha brother, well I guess now she did. "Nothing's up with me!"
"Hey, you asked me what made you an ass and started listing things, and I was just merely pointing out those things you listed weren't the reason you were an ass. She nodded.
Regan sighed, she hated getting on the bad side of people and doing or saying things she would regret moments later. She folded her arms prepared to let him go, but she wanted her radio and she wanted to try again. Running slightly so that she was infront of him she stopped, putting her hand near his chest in a stop motion. "Look can we try again? Despite the fact that conversation was kind of confusing...Look, I'm sorry for judging you and assuming you were some sort of ass. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. Can we just start over? Please? P.S. I was not crying." she half smiled as she held out her hand as if introducing herself.
“Maybe you see yourself as a princess. I don’t know.” Ryan said stubbornly. “What do Princesses look like anyways? Only back in the day did they wear huge dresses, right? Aren’t they not normal looking now?” he asked. Ryan began to chew on his lip. Not nervously, but just for the sake of it. As if he had a piece of skin there which needed to remove itself from his body. “I don’t know, do they teach that in… idiot’s school, was that insult? I didn’t attend it. You’re rude, I don’t like you!” he stated blankly, a frown of concern on his face.
“If you didn’t see me as the type of guy then why did you ask if I did it? You judge me enough, I thought you’d judge my sexuality without asking too.” He nodded. Following the nod came a gracious roll of his eyes. “Yes, my brother is bi-sexual. My brother likes both males and females. Did you not get it the first time or must I repeat myself?” he said with a hint of anger in his voice. Again, he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, my brother’s Ryder. I also have a brother named Tom. They’re both my half brothers. Both younger, both blonde.” He added with a sigh.
”But you failed to mention the reason of me being an ass which leads me to the conclusion that you’re in fact an ass for assuming. Now if you don’t mind, I have a movie awaiting to be edited.” He replied.
Ryan had almost reached the door. He felt angry and stressed. With her. The radio could be used to see on eBay. He could make money for it. Though he didn’t want to take it, he was really just bluffing with the radio. “Try what again?” he asked straight up. “Look Regan, you seem like a nice girl and all, but clearly you only want your radio back. I’m not as thick as you think I am. Here, have it.” He said as he slung it into her open hand ready for him to shake. “I believe we’ve met before, Regan, no need for a hand shake. I don’t want to start again. You judged me and insulted my beliefs and way of life. Because I don’t do relationships, I’m automatically using people for sex. You should dig a little deeper, you might actually get the chance to know someone when you do. And anyways, I wouldn’t have sex with you! The girls I have sex with aren’t rigid, they don’t mock my brother, and they don’t insult my appearance a darkly as you do. Sorry.” He shrugged and again, turned to the door.
"Of course I don't see myself as a princess, which is a rare thing to find in girls these days." she joked lightly. "Um let me see, Princesses. They look like your average girl. The only way to extinguish one is if they have a 'Daddy's Girl' necklace or t shirt. They think they're better just because they have money and their daddy can pay her way out of any little jam" She guessed he was using sarcasm when he asked the question, but she figured she'd answer him, "Whoever said I liked you anyway?"
Regan rolled her eyes, how many minutes now had he yammered on about her judging him? What 5 or was it 10? Get over it already. "Are you in acting? Because if you're not, you should be. You are the biggest (guy) drama queen I've ever met!" Yeah ok so it was a little immature, but he was seriously annoying her, and had wasted enough of her time. Now she was in the wrong? "No, I know what bi-sexual is, It just sounded familiar to me.."
Regan took the radio and held in between her arm and waist. "I don't take the need to analyze every guy who hits on me.." she muttered. "Hey! I wasn't mocking your brother, I was just pointing out that I knew him and we're friends, well kinda" she then turned and headed back to plug in her radio, "Wow, So original. A guy calling a girl rigid because she won't sleep with him. How many times have I been called that in my lifetime..So, how long did it take for you to come up with that one?" She waved fakely and continued over to the wall and plugged in her radio. Gathering her hair in her hands, she roughly pushed it up into a ponytail. Bending down she waited for it to register the CD was inserted, she scrolled through until she reached Number 8 and pressed play. She turned the volume up high, and continued with her routine.
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“You think? I think too many people are insecure and too many people don’t see themselves as princesses.” Ryan shrugged. “Ah… so because their dad loves them, they’re a princess. I guess I must be a prince then because my dad’s got me out of one or two sticky situations before.” He said with a nod of his head as he thought of his father. He really respected his dad. He enjoyed hanging out with him, and Ryd and little Tommy. He liked his family a lot.
“No one did. But why be so childish about it? If you were polite and nice, I’d like you. You’re the opposite so I don’t.” Ryan admitted. He jumped up in the air, randomly, reaching for as high as he could. And then once his feet had made touch down, he stopped for a moment and looked around him, as if spotting some prey.
And then within a matter of moments, he returned to his usual self. “No, I’ve already told you what I do. I work behind the camera. But I do do acting also, I guess. It’s just not what I do most. I act when someone asks me to do something I’m interested in, or I see something I’m interested in, but other than that, I don’t act. I did take drama in my old school though, then I graduated. I think Ryder’s the actor of my family…” he mused. “Ryder doesn’t really do much directing or producing or camera work. He’s more comfortable being in front of the camera, I think… he has this magic power which makes him so unique at acting so I think if he stopped, I’d force him to continue it. On the other hand, he learnt all he knew from me.” Ryan smiled with glee. He answered her question seriously, thinking hard about it. He always took the entertainment business somewhat seriously. It’s why he hated having to work with people who didn’t.
“I wonder why.” He muttered under his breath. He watched her, an eyebrow raised as she started. “Hey, you’re arrogant, I wouldn’t fuck you. And I got it off a movie, thanks, so I’d say about 43 minutes, maybe 21 seconds? You know, something around that region of time,”
Instead of leaving like he planned, he began to watch her. And then copy her. Ryan crept behind her, copying her moves, with less grace than her, and less knowledge of it, but very mockingly also. It was like he couldn’t take it seriously, but because she’d insulted her, he wanted to do the same back, so piss taking her dance would do for him. “Wow, I’m pretty good, maybe we should do it as a duet!” he suggested, shortly following an evilish laugh.
"That's not what I meant and you know it. You know what kind of girls are princesses. They flutter their eyelashes and say 'Daddy' in that sweet voice of theirs just to get what they want which is usually money or a new car. It's sickening" she sighed, as she fidgeted about with her fingers.
"I am polite and nice, just to people who deserve it, and obviously you're not one of those people. You bring out the worst side in me" she nodded and then stood slightly confused as he started to jump in the air, "Are you high or something? Because if you are I'd advise you to leave"
"Okay.." she hadn't really expected him to answer seriously and detailed. "I don't care if you got it from a movie, you still said it. Hmm It took you that long, must be some sort of record" she sighed as her eyes rolled slightly. Would this ever end?
Ryan creeping up behind her caused her to stumble slightly, setting her hand on the wall before she fell. She turned around. Wasn't he leaving? Hadn't she finally gotten rid of him? She groaned, she really needed this dance time, as there was no where else and she had only a half hour left here. "Can't you just leave me alone? Scurry along and find some blonde?" she moved apart from him and continued her dance, careful not to interactwith him.
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Ryan nodded. He did know what she was saying. “Well I have to be a daddy’s boy, I don’t have a mom to be a mommy’s boy. My mom died giving birth to me,” he said with a light shrug as if it meant nothing. “I guess I killed her, huh?” he questioned. He showed a slight emotion. Disappointment, sadness. The first he’d showed in the conversation. The first real emotion he’d showed in the conversation at least. “But it doesn’t matter. I then had another mom. A step mom, and she’s the mother of my two brothers. She’s a hooker and a drug addict.” He admitted plainly. “But she’s not my mom, so I don’t care.” Ryan stood up and walked in the opposite direction. He hadn’t told anyone that story before really. It was something that he wouldn’t go around saying, that he didn’t like to say. But for some reason it coming out in such an offbeat way made him want to say, to share. Even with Regan.
He turned back to face her, his eyes dark. “I don’t do drugs. The worst I’ve done is a joint, and I don’t even do that anymore. I only did it when experimenting. So please don’t accuse me of being high because I’d do something you wouldn’t have the guts or confidence to do.” He shot back at her, a meanness in his voice. What would she do if he didn’t leave? He wondered.
“Don’t diss movies. There are awesome quotes which come from them. For example, slamerino is from a movie and I say that all the time.” He shrugged. It was a cool word.
Ryan frowned. “I don’t like blondes. They’re too dumb and giggly. But I guess if you really want me to go,” he said as he yet again started towards the exit, this time with the intent to actually leave.
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Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #22 on May 1, 2007, 8:29pm »
"No you didn't kill her" she shook her head lightly, her tone soft. Okay well, that kind of made her feel sorry for him but she wasn't going to start being all nice and apologise to him. She just nodded in reference to the comments about his step mother. "My mom's a heartless b*tch." she added randomly. He'd told her something about his family she just thought it fair. "And I may as well be invisible in my father's world" she wasn't comparing that to losing a parent, she was just showing she didn't have the perfect life. Well no one did.
"Don't take a fit. People don't usually start jumping up and down in the middle of a conversation. Well my friends don't." She didn't know if he meant she wouldn't have the confidence or guys to do drugs or to jump up in the middle of a conversation and try to reach the ceiling. She couldn't picked so she left it at that.
"I'm not dissing movies. But it is kinda lame to quote one." she nodded. Although it was a frequent joke between her and her friends that they said 'Grool' when ever they thought something was cool or great.
She wasn't too fond on blondes herself. Well girls mostly. Most of them lived up to the stereotype. She didn't know if that was the same case for boys. She sighed as she turned continueing to dance, "You can stay if you want" although she hoped it was something he didn't.
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Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #23 on May 7, 2007, 1:47pm »
“And how do you know?” he snapped at her. “How would you know that I didn’t kill my mom? And what if she’s not the only person I’ve killed? What if I’ve killed someone else and I just haven’t told you? What if you’re talking to a killer?” he spat. Ryan took a step back from her, his face slightly gauntlike by his expression. His cheekbones look extra-defined as he chewed on the inside of them. His dark eyes were slightly softened, slightly nervous, slightly terrified. “Your mom’s a heartless bitch, just like you I guess.” He snarled darkly. He didn’t know why he was being so mean to her suddenly. Perhaps it was his own mention of death and his self-defence incident in the past. He was scared of that, guilty and needed to tell someone about it. Even if it was telling them in the way he did, it was like he needed to get it off his chest.
“Your friends are gay! That’s why. They’re all homosexuals so go join them and wank off together!” he said childishly, turning his back on her. How dare she insult his jumpingness. Ryan backed backwards, towards a wall. He shrunk down in a slight panic. He needed to redeem himself of the guilt which now lay wedged at the back of his throat and packed tightly in his heart. “Movies rock as do quoting. How do you think legend sayings are made?” he asked loudly, “So ha, don’t question me, I know, I know everything!” he covered her face with his hands, stretching them up through his hair.
Ryan lifted himself up and began to walk, until he heard her words. He turned back to spy her look, “I can stay?” he asked, a small smile coming on his face. And within a second or so, Ryan had ran all the way across the room and pulled her in a hugeo hug
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Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #24 on May 7, 2007, 3:06pm »
"Well I was just saying it to spare your feelings!"she hissed back. ""And I know you didn't kill your mom, because I don't think new born babies can even see, let alone kill someone" she knew that's not what he meant by killing her. Technically giving birth to him must have caused her death, but it wasn't necessarily his fault. Sh*tty things happen in the world. She was taken back slightly by the talk on him being a killer. Surely he was joking..right? "Have you actually killed someone? I mean really?" she asked nervously. Obviously if he had killed someone, he'd be in jail now and not talking to her, so he must have been joking. She then nodded, "Yep. I guess I am like my mother, only I'm not" She shrugged.
Regan rolled his eyes. Was that everyone's answer to everything? That they were gay. "You know I would" She paused, "but I have other things to do. Maybe I will do that tomorrow with them who knows" She smirked slightly. "I'm not saying Movie's don't rock, I'm just saying quoting them is kinda lame" she sighed, dropping it there. "I'm sure you do" she replied about him knowing everything.
She squirmed, trying to get out of his hug. She regretted her words now. "Yes you can stay, just don't distract me, or annoy me. Don't even talk"
Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #25 on May 12, 2007, 8:51pm »
“Haha,” Ryan sparked back sarcastically. He turned his back on her, ignoring her next questions. But the need to tell someone was too strong and he didn’t like. It was like he was compelled to a lifetime of guilt and all he wanted to do was bring the guy back and apologise. He hadn’t even had a chance to apologise to the family of the boy. He didn’t have the guts to do it during court.
When she said he could stay there, Ryan smiled slightly and took a seat near her, crossing his legs and resting his hands in his lap, as he leaned forwards. Ryan spied her, comfortably, watching her and thinking. “Well I did kill a guy this one time,” he started, getting it off his chest. Maybe she’d think he was joking. “I kissed his girlfriend and he found out… and he went after me.” Ryan said quietly, almost a whisper. He’d told this story over to lawyers, judges, his family, but each time it was still painful, and each time weakened him, making him want to break down. “I was sixteen. He followed me one time and tried to beat me up, he had a blade. We were wrestling on the ground. He was trying to stab me, I was trying to stop him. So then something happened. I guess I managed to get the blade and he was coming at me so bad, so quick, so I just held it out in front of me, and I stabbed him.” Ryan gulped loudly. He couldn’t look at her, see her reaction. He shivered as he told the story, terrified of the memory. He was trying to tell it as though it wasn’t him so he couldn’t get upset.
“He died that night. And it was my fault. I didn’t get put in jail because it was self defence. His friends even testified for me. They told the truth… so even if I’m not responsible for my mom’s death, I am of his. His name was Wayde Manfield, he was only sixteen.” He said, trying to keep his voice steady. But it was hard. Would she be scared of him now? Ryan put his head down as if hiding from her.
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Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #26 on May 12, 2007, 9:26pm »
Regan listened as he described the details of how he had killed someone. When he'd first uttered the words 'Well I did kill a guy this one time', she thought it would have been in cold blood for something stupid. She'd just wanted to run then. To Get out. Even though she doubted he would raise a gun to her and shoot her. This all happened because he'd kissed someone's girlfriend? Boys will be Boys eh? She continued to listen as he revealed more. She began to wonder why he was confiding this in her. The girl who'd judged him too quick and he'd called her a b*tch among other things.
She didn't know what to say. For once she was speechless, lost for words. "It was either you or him" she managed to choke out after moments of uncomfortable silence "You said he was trying to stab you right? If you hadn't stabbed him he would have done it to you." she nodded slightly. "You were only sixteen too. You were young and scared..." she could see how awkward he was after telling her his story. She wasn't scared. No. It was self defense. If it wasn't he'd be in jail right now paying for what he done. She guessed he did pay everyday, in his mind, which was probably filled with guilt.
She hesitantly reached out and took his hand. This wasn't pity. You can't pity someone for killing. This was just...showing she cared? She didn't know. She just felt the need to do it. Even if he did think it was a come on.
Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #27 on May 13, 2007, 9:08pm »
“I know.” Ryan nodded in agreement. He wouldn’t’ve done it if he wouldn’t’ve died. He remembered the deep red blood running from him, and him lying lifeless. Ryan passed out shortly after that. Shock caused it and the pain off the fight he had just endured. He didn’t come round until about a day later. It was Ryder who had told him what happened, and since then his conscience had been haunted by an invisible Devil who wouldn’t leave him alone. Would this keep him out of Heaven? If it even existed. Sometimes he wished it was him who had died. That had been the boys intention. Would he have felt guilty if Ryan had been the one to die?
“How do you know I was scared?” he asked her darkly. “I wasn’t scared until the blade came out. It’s not good to be afraid in fights.” But he was lying, he was scared when it was happening. There were too many and it hurt him so much. The pain of what had happened, the realisation of what had happened, but mostly the guilt. Sometimes he would just lie and cry. He never really told his family any of this. He just hid it to himself mostly.
Ryan looked at her hand, holding his hand. He didn’t try and break free. He knew she meant well. Ryan reached forwards and, although she’d probably hate it, he hugged her. And he felt tears drop from his eyes, down his cheek to her form. He didn’t want her to see him crying, it was why he hugged her so hard, so tight, so long. She was his only comfort right now. “Sorry… I just needed to tell someone.” He said quietly, as he forced his voice not to quiver. It wasn’t working well.
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Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #28 on May 16, 2007, 4:27pm »
"Well I don't know about you, but I, myself, and most people would be pretty scared if they got into a fight, even without the blade. They'd be scared of getting hit, of hitting the other person, of getting beaten up. But you know that's just my view of things, yea mine.." she used a hint of sarcasm through the whole thing, trying to lighten the mood of the conversation, although she found it impossible how she could do that.
One minute, she was holding his hand and the next she was engulfed in a hug. A hug that she thought if he squeezed any harder she would suffocate. She tried to be nice and patted him on the back gently trying to comfort him, you know just to be nice. Then she felt a light wetness on her back, it took her a moment to realize. He was crying. She'd never witnessed a member of the male species crying, because most of them don't want to be mocked for being sensitive. But girls? They cry almost every day about something stupid.
"It's Okay" she soothed as she rested her hand on his back. "It's Okay" she repeated again in a softer tone. She didn't know why. Why would he tell her? To simply scare her? No. She didn't think he would reveal a secret from his past, let alone murder, just to scare her. Maybe he just needed to get it off his chest and talking was something she was very good at, even though he'd already said everything.
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Re: ((Broken)) [[Hallelujah]] /Regan, Ryan, Open\ « Reply #29 on May 16, 2007, 5:18pm »
Her words of niceness brought him back to reality. He didn’t know her, yet she had become his shoulder to cry on. Quickly, Ryan wiped the tears from his eyes with his hands behind her back. He didn’t want her to see him cry. He didn’t want anyone to, he hated crying. He wasn’t the type of boy who would cry, he didn’t even cry at home, at least not much. But since coming to California, it was like tears had become a second nature to him and he hated it.
Ryan parted from the hug and smiled softly at Regan. His eyes were brighter and watery. You could tell he’d been crying, even if he wanted to hide it. “Thanks,” Ryan said with an attempt of a smile. “I feel… guilty. Just guilty.” He admitted. Ryan moved back away from her and sat himself against a wall, his knees up. He looked on. She wanted to dance, not listen to some teenage murderer discuss his feelings. Though he appreciated her company, what she’d done, despite hating him. Or appealing hostile towards him.
“Please, continue your dance, I’ll just sit here and watch. Quietly.” He was human and his cockyness had all ended with the telling of his story. Now he just felt weak and drained, ill and afraid. What if she kicked him out, what if she feared him? He hated it. Fear.
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