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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 16:38:38 GMT -5
The Miami air was already warming again, and it was only seven A.M. It wasn't unusual to see India out running around somewhere, especially in the mornings. She loved to go out for runs anytime she could; she was the exact opposite of lazy. Music pulsed in her ears, her MP3 was clipped to the waist of her shorts. The park was empty, except for the occasional homeless person, and once she came across someone who seemed to have passed out from too much alcohol intake. Been there, done that. India usually didn't pass out in parks, though, but whatever floats your boat right? The sun had started coming up an hour ago, but India was up about two hours before that. She had a bit of an insomnia problem; she was more of a sleep all day, then stay up all night kind of person. She couldn't fathom sleeping at night; it was usually when she did her homework for college and stuff. She didn't need to worry about that right now, because all the classes she was in were out for the summer. She was glad for the freedom; it gave her more time to play drums, or bass, or do whatever else she liked. She hated doing homework; it was too repetitive and boring. She shook some multi-colored hair out of her face; she may not classify herself as 'scene' or whatever, but she did love hair dye, and bright colors. Right now, her hair was currently blond, pink, and blue. She didn't really fit into a stereotype, nor did she try. She was just... India.
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 24, 2007 16:59:09 GMT -5
[/b] He called, his voice slurred as he reached an arm out for her. Fuck he was wasted. At least he was a good natured humorous drunk. "Inny come here my darling."[/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 17:16:53 GMT -5
India wasn't really paying much attention, though her music wasn't up that loud. She could hear the loud crunching sound the gravel made when her feet pounded against it. She slowed to a jog, not getting tired, but not wanting to wear herself out either. The birds chirped around her, and the early morning sun cast rays onto the sidewalk through the trees. People were just beginning to stir; curtains were opening in the apartments surrounding the park, and people were leaving for work, or dragging their children off to rot during the last few weeks of school. She heard someone calling her name and stopped, looking around. She got aggravated when she couldn't find them, at first, and turned completely around once before she saw that Deryck was sitting on the bench behind her, to the right. She smiled broadly. "Derryyy, my dahlinggg!" India said. She walked over and sat down in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. No, it wasn't anything romantic; India usually did this with guy friends, if they knew it wasn't personal.
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 24, 2007 17:29:43 GMT -5
[/b] he mumbled. Christ he had drunk an awful lot hadn't he? He rubbed her shoulder gently before giggling. Christ they had a weird kind of friendship really, India was a lot like a little sister to him, even though she was older. Deryck would kill the bastard who ever hurt her. "How are you?" He asked his words still slurring, he really should have been in bed long ago to sleep it off, but everyone knew what his dad was like, straight edge, non drinking and all the associated crap that went with it. If he went home in this state he would be dead. That was why he usually waited until he was at least sober to go home - though he might just break it this time. He wanted his bed. "Hows my Inny?" She asked with that devilish smile across his face. Deryck was a charmer and everyone knew it, he had his fair share of groupies too - he may only be sixteen but his band was more than popular...ok maybe that was why he shouldn't be sitting on a bench in a park at seven am still drunk. "Hows Inny?" He asked again forgetting he had only asked it minutes ago. "How is Inny-winny."[/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 17:40:02 GMT -5
"I'm not that heavy!" India exclaimed, pretending to be offended. She wasn't really; she took after her father physique-wise. "My poor Derry-werry doesn't look too good this morning," she pointed out, even though she knew fully well he knew he looked like shit, and she knew he also felt like it too. She couldn't help but giggle when he giggled - she'd never heard very many males giggle before, and it always made her laugh when they did. "Ah, I'm good. I'm more worried about the state you're in, though. You certainly can't go home; Uncle Pete would have a cow," she said. Yes, she referred to him as 'Uncle Pete', just because he was basically just that to her. Ever since she was a little kid she had called him 'Uncle Pete', and she had no intention to break the habit now. She knew Pete was straightedge, but it was common knowledge Deryck wasn't, and often times that got him in very sticky situations. Since Pete was straightedge, Deryck couldn't go home and just sleep it off; he usually stayed with one of his bandmates, or just out all night until Pete had gone. India's father didn't approve of her underaged drinking, but he never tried to stop her, not much anyway. Probably because, as a teen, he was just like her. As long as she wasn't going around banging random guys, he was pretty content, really.
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 24, 2007 17:59:13 GMT -5
[/b] He stated simply before laying his head on her shoulder. "Hopefully he'll piss off to the studio and I can go home and sleep." He moaned as he closed his eyes. "The guy does not sleep otherwise I would be." Deryck knew full well if he went home now his dad would go mental. Rubbing his eye with his free hand he yawned slightly. "Derry is also still half cut." He said sitting there with his eyes closed. He paused for a moment before opening one eye and looking up at her, squinting in the morning light. he sometimes hated his father and his stupid ways. For once thing what was so great about being straight edge anyway, it took the fun out of everything and it also meant he couldn't get away with the normal teenage drinking that everyone else seemed to get away with fine, trust him to have the strict father. Stupid really. Deryck loved his drink - and his drugs - he loved going out and getting trashed, it was the highlight of his week, or his day usually. People thought he was somewhat of an alcoholic, Deryck was always out his presence in his own house was non existent he was either with his band or with his band getting drunk. It was like a routine he went out went to practice got drunk came home the next morning got a few hours sleep and it started again. Usually if they had a gig he wouldn't be spotted at his own house for at least two days. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 18:15:28 GMT -5
"Poor baby," India joked. She often called him 'baby', because he was two years younger. It never seemed to bother him much - or if it did, he didn't show it. India didn't really care for age differences; she'd befriend anyone, really. She was always social, though it was awfully easy to break her feelings. She got constantly picked on over the fact she was pretty tall - something stupid, really - and over her father. She loved her father dearly, but there was a time where she really resented him because people found it fun to make fun of her all because of him. But, eventually she found out hating him wouldn't make the situation any better, so gradually things got back to normal, well semi-normal anyway. She'd said some pretty harsh things to him during that period, and it couldn't be forgiven easily. "How about this? Derry comes to Inny's apartment and sleeps a bit. It's better then going home and getting busted, right?" she said. It was a friendly offer - she was only trying to help him out a bit, really.
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 24, 2007 18:44:28 GMT -5
[/b] He said with a cheeky smirk as he nodded. "Poor little Deryck." If there was one thing he knew how to do was to milk attention. It was an art he had down to a fine t. His ears popped up at the offer. He opened his other eye and smiled. "I would love that. You have a really comfy couch, I ever told you that before?" He asked with a grin, yes India's couch was very comfy specially when you were in this state. He smiled broadly and ruffled her hair. "You've saved my fucking ass again." He told her with a sincere smile. That was the thing though, his friends were always saving his ass. He guessed they must be getting sick of it but really he didn't care. He was selfish yet one of the most loyal people in the world. A strange mix. He rubbed his eyes again, yawning and feeling as if someone was trying to pull his head apart. He hated feeling like this, mind you it wasn't like he was going to stop drinking either - where was the fun in that. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 18:54:47 GMT -5
"You're an attention whore, you know that?" India said. She didn't mind; most of her friends were attention whores and she could be one, too. Who didn't love attention? Even the 'oh woe is me lemme go sit in my round corner' emo types liked attention, it's all they begged for. She grinned. "Well I've slept there enough times myself to know," she said. He knew that anything would be comfortable to him right now; he just really needed a place to stay, and it definitely wouldn't be home. Aunt Ashlee and Uncle Pete would have an absolute cow, and who wants to be nagged at forf just being a teenager? India could understand why Pete didn't drink, and she respected that. But still, he tried a bit too hard to push his beliefs on Deryck, which India found totally lame. Pete was never exactly naive; he could probably guess what was going on with Deryck from the time he spent away from home, and all that jazz. He spent more time at India's house then he did at his own, to be honest. "Well, that's me, the ass saver," she joked, hopping up off his lap and holding her hand out for him to take.
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 24, 2007 19:11:51 GMT -5
[/b] He asked tilting his head to the side and pulling out the puppy smile. It soon broke though back in to that cheeky grin, well why else did you think he was in a band? He took her hand and stood up keeping a hold of it, for a moment he looked like a little kid - damn his fathers genetics, damn being short! Damn him to hell for it! He smiled at her and swung her hand before laughing slightly. "You finished college yet?" He asked her with a smile as he felt the fresh wind against his face bringing him slightly back to the land of the sober - a place he was starting to desert. He took a look at her for a moment and smiled, truthfully he had known her for so long he couldn't imagine his life with out India and Ira. "You know I rally appreciate it.." He said quietly maybe he didn't tell her that enough. He was back to smiling now, back to being loud like he usually was. Quiet sincere moments like that were few and for between. It would probably be another ten or so years before she got another one of them. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 19:33:01 GMT -5
India looked down at Deryck, grimacing discreetly because she hated looking down at people, especially her friends. She couldn't help it though; genetics made that happen, not her own willpower. If she had a say, she'd be shorter. She laughed slightly at his question. "No, quite a time to go," she stated. This was her first year of college down - unfortuantly, there was more to go. Academics was a necessity in this world now - unless you were filthy fucking rich, then you had an excuse to be downright stupid. India wasn't doing bad in the money department, but she certaintly wasn't poor. She got money from her parents quite frequently, and her job wasn't that bad either. Amazingly, she had gotten a scolarship that paid most of her college fees, which was something she was very thankful for. "Well I wasn't taking care of your ass, who would be?" she said with a sincere smile. She wasn't much into mushy crap, but she liked having a 'thanks' thrown at her every once and awhile. She knew Deryck could be slightly selfish at times, but isn't that a common thing now?
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 24, 2007 19:57:24 GMT -5
[/b] She answered in sing song snugging up to her shoulder a sure sign that he was still under the influence of alcohol. It was truthful though if she hadn't come along he would have sat there for a few hours before swanning off home again. he would never ask for help but he would take it when it was offered and all his friends did it, it was just a thing that happened now. He got drunk and one of them took pity on him. Kinda sad when you think about it. He looked down and smiled and then up again - some times he didn't let them know how much they meant, you wouldn't think about it but he could be quite sentimental sometimes. Not that he would ever let it on. He let go of her hand and smiled as they walked, he like Miami really, he liked the weather and the people. This was his home and he didn't ever want to leave it (well not permanently anyway.) Though he had a feeling that it might change over time, he hoped it didn't...he wanted it to be like this forever just him and his friends having fun. He never wanted it to end. "Inny!" He said loudly with a smiling as he attempted to walk back wards. He didn't really have much to say to her, he just felt like saying something. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 20:10:46 GMT -5
India rolled her eyes and laughed when Deryck cuddled up to her shoulder. Oh yes, he was still very much inebriated. "A nap will do you some good, Deryck. When was the last time you fucking slept anyway?" she asked. She cursed so much that 'fucking' nearly came out casually - nearly, but not quite. It was amazing, how you could slip a curse word into a conversation and have it sound as if it belonged there. She raised an eyebrow at his attempt to walk backwards, and giggled softly. It was rediculous; they'd known eachother so long, you'd think they'd just lose interest eventually. But, they were still going strong, and she was glad. It'd be hard to imagine her life without Deryck. She'd have one less drinking buddy! Gasp! "We need to go out and get drinks one night. You went and got pissed off your head last night without me, what's wrong with you?" she joked. India didn't mind; since school was out she didn't have to worry about stumbling in class thirty minutes late with a horrible hangover (something she'd done once.. okay, twice.. alright, three times). It wasn't fun, let me tell you. Especially since, the last time, she was wearing pajamas and her favorite pair of slippers - big and pink and fuzzy.
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 24, 2007 20:27:30 GMT -5
[/b] He explained with a grin. Deryck had a reputation for loving girls in ever way - he had lived up to it. "Yes!" He yelled loudly. "WE like have to go out on the bevvie." He said smirking. He loved drinking with India she was hilarious and she might just keep him out of trouble for a night. If that was possible. Deryck had a feeling that by the time he got him his dad was going to be pissed off with him (again.) He had an annoying habit of disappearing for days on end and turning up looking like shit. It was a cycle. If there was one thing he had got from his father must be the self distruct gene. Smirking he laughed to himself as he wobbled slightly. He lived in a world of bliss. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by India Beckett on May 24, 2007 20:51:32 GMT -5
India sighed. "You're going to run yourself into the ground, Deryck. Just remember; my couch is always open, 'kay?" she said. She didn't want him to wander around aimlessly with no where to go; the world was quite a cruel place, especially to drunks. She smirked. "Sounds like these two days have been interesting," she said. Deryck was pretty much unstoppable when he was drunk, and sometimes even sober too; once he got his mind set on something he was intent on getting it (and mostly his mind was set upon getting girls). But she made no effort to stop him; it was his life, he could do whatever he pleased. India, however, wasn't into the casual sex thing. "Ah, yes, we do. We must make arrangements! I say the instant you're sober again we go out and get you totally trashed again," she said. It was an endless cycle, obviously.
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