Jonathan Reznick-Quinn (rezidentsk8er) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-01-17 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | dizzy, rez |
Monday - 9/10/07
Who: Rez and Dizzy
When: Monday Afternoon
Where: The Student Lounge
What: Christmas came early this year.
Status: Log In-Progress
It was Dizzy's first week at another institution, though this time she wasn't being held captive, caged or controlled, well not entirely. The last month had turned up some of the strangest events of her life and it seemed they'd only continue to get stranger. The opportunity to leave Manhattan hadn't come a better time and to some degree, despite the twisted turns she'd taken recently, there was a sense of relief in her newfound home and life. Dizzy Parker, thinking positive. Hell must be freezing over and pigs filling the sky.
Still weary of the place and people she'd spent as much time alone as possible aside from being showed around. Meals had been mostly skipped thus far in exchange for naps. Finding the lounge nearly empty while most students were still finishing up dinner or outside enjoying the Autumn air or not back from break yet, Dizzy had taken up residence on the couch nearest to the television.
After nearly a half hour of flipping through channels she'd stopped on some gospel baptist preacher exorcising his parishioners and repositioned herself. Denim covered legs were draped over the back end of the couch as she laid upside down, her head hanging over the edge of the seat cushion and her long mane of brown cascading and gathering in a pool at the carpeted floor. It felt just like being at the crazy house for juveniles, except, no one knew her here. Atleast, not yet.
~~~
Rez had spent all of his Sunday hanging out in the infirmary with Gabby but that had had to come to an end. He wasn't allowed to stay after the one night and the nurse had ran him out first thing in the morning since he was obviously just fine other than a swollen upper lip. It was hard to believe he had been here for nearly two years already. It seemed like it had been only a few months, at most, but wow... Two whole years. He hadn't given that much thought until he had talked to Gabby about it.
And now it was Monday and he was supposed to be considering his class list for the new semester but he hadn't even looked at it and his roommate, whoever that was, had yet to arrive. He hadn't met his new sponsor either. She had just transferred here from some other school. Aimee Vassar was her name. He was sure he would be meeting up with her later on in the week, however. But for now, he was avoiding it like the plague, avoiding the class schedule like the plague too, mostly because he would be going into some more advanced classes this year and he wasn't really looking forward to all the hard work.
He had heard rumors that there was going to be a Guitar Hero tournament in the common room, and he was definitely a sucker for the game. So guitar in hand, feet bare like they normally was, decked out in his best plaid pajama pants and a Misfits t-shirt, Rez made his way from the guys' dorm to the common area to look for his opponents.
Well fuck! Empty, save for one person. A girl, hanging upside down on the sofa like some sort of monkey. And what the fuck was she watching? Some kind of religious shit? Bare feet padded across the carpeted floor with the intention of asking her if she had seen anyone running around with guitars but then he stopped, just a few feet shy of the couch, and stood there with his mouth hanging open.
Was it...? Could it possibly be...? Her scent was familiar. He hadn't forgotten it. And though he couldn't see her face, he could feel his pulse racing just a little bit faster. And he was too scared to speak. He didn't have the slightest idea what he could even say.
~~~
The familiar sound of a preacher's voice mouthing out words in that tone and pattern of voice that'd reminded her of a circus ring leader still made her feel like she was ten, in her parents' living room on Sunday mornings... if she closed her eyes. Her mother knitting in the rocking sofa chair and shouting out an 'Amen' from time to time and father out in the yard with a beer and a wrench forever working on his hunk of junk pick-up. Her brother tossing popcorn kernels into her mouth everytime their mama shouted out to the sermon. The smell of the hot summer heat and fresh cut grass seeping in through open windows. No one would ever understand the simple yet sweet memories the sweaty manic baptist man waving his hands in the air would bring her. It was similar to the way the smell of weed would forever remind her of her first few, blissful experiences having smoked.
Eyes opened staring back at the bald white man who's face had turned red from all his screaming. The shadow of a figure in her peripheral vision had caught her attention, her sense of sight seemingly heightened since her attack near the subway. Turning her head to look at the boy just standing there it took a moment for his face to come in clearly. Her heart seemingly raced and slowed to a stop at once, which only caused her to loose her breath a second later. A ghost, a ghost she never thought she'd see again... just standing there mouth wide, obviously consumed with a similar sense of shock.
The last time they'd seen each other had been on some of the most heart breaking terms, atleast for her. The day she'd traded him for Dustin. Her second largest mistake after not surrendering JR either. Two people she never cared anywhere near as much for all to lose and abandoned the one person that'd meant the most to her back then.
Without hesitating, as soon as it was clear that the guy just standing there was indeed Rez, Dizzy pushed herself up to sit. Thighs pressed to her chest, she'd pulled them back only to drop them down to the couch. Sitting up, she'd run fingers through her hair, moving the mass of it to the left as she stared at him another moment. Boldly taking the first step, she'd offer an upward nod of her head, a half smile to tug at the right corner of her lips before parting them so say, "Hey. I guess you weren't as crazy as everyone thought..."
~~~
Rez could count the number of times that he had really and truly been in love on one hand, and she was definitely in that number. The last time they had spoken had been quite horrible. It was a day that would not soon, if ever, leave his memory. And in that moment when he stood there, watching her shift from her position on the couch into a seated one after she had recognized his face, he recalled that day quite vividly and it caused his body to tense just a bit before he exhaled a breath he had been holding and took another equally deep one.
And there it was, a typical Dizzy response. He let out the breath he had been holding yet again in a laugh and then glanced down at the guitar in his hand like it was some sort of alien lifeform and he had no idea how it had gotten there. It was tossed onto a nearby chair, forgotten about the moment that it had left his hands, and he moved just as quickly to the couch, knees resting next to her upon the cushion, to wrap her up in his arms.
"Holy fucking shit. I can't believe it's you." The words were spoken into her hair as he inhaled the scent of it deeply, squeezing her tightly, maybe a little too tightly, the question, as in THE question, not having managed to form just yet. He needed a minute to realize that this was actually happening before he could move forward with anything else that he might think or feel in regards to this.
~~~
Watching the guitar sail through the air to be abandoned on a seat of its own, she hadn't really thought to question, though it was apparent he had come in looking to play a video game. His laugh set an ease to the tension she'd prayed would die, and it had, smothered by her particular sense of humor. His approach caused her stomach to gradually tighten with every inch he grew nearer. Suddenly he was on the couch and she was wrapped up in his embrace, her own arms moving to wrap around him, over his shoulders. Inhaling a deep breath as the momentary apprehension had subsided. His scent swirled about her head like a cloud of smoke and simply left her secretly melting in the hug. The familiar smell of Rez that she remembered as clearly as the distinct scents of coffee or cigarettes.
There was a natural sense to fall back into old routines though she strictly reminded herself of the circumstances. This was just as strange as the rest of her last few weeks, but definitely one of the far more pleasant things to happen. At the very least now she knew someone here, even they couldn't entirely fall back into a friendship.
"Me either." She said in a hushed tone, as though she were in part just speaking out loud to herself. This was far too surreal.
~~~
He wasn't going to just allow himself to fall back into the same pattern they had had before. Too much had happened for that to ever occur, though clearly they would never be capable of being "just friends". But he could and would allow himself to be carried away by the moment, like so many of those cheesy romance films where the star-crossed lovers found one another after years of lingering desire and near constant reminders of their heartbreak. Things had always been more soap opera drama than storybook between the two of them and that wasn't likely to change but was easy for forget in times like these.
"What...? Where...?" He couldn't seem to form a full sentence right now because his mind was just racing, too many thoughts at all once to collect a single one of them. So he reached out for the first thing that came to mind. "I told you I wasn't crazy." She had already said it, but he had to confirm it just now, with a laugh, and a gradual loosening of his arms around her though he wasn't quite willing to let her go just yet.
"Why?" She would know to what he referred. She wasn't dumb even if she was a little stupid sometimes.
~~~
Broken heart after broken heart she was no where near ready to hand whatever was left of it to anyone. It was the physical gestures of affection that'd always come naturally with Rez. Not many could tug out her instinctive needs to touch and adore, though he was definitely on the list of few. Dizzy was imagining this as a fresh start at something, anything at this point. Especially considering the change, he was the only person she knew that could hold her hand now, the only one that could understand her. Everyone else in her life would now have to fall away, they'd never understand or believe. And even if they did, they'd all fear her.
His reaffirmation of what she'd initially said caused a laugh to slip from her in return as they finally set each other free to speak. Jades meeting his gaze, a glint of something even more primitive and wild than there had been before of just a mischievous girl, she'd smile, knowing full well what he was searching for. "I thought I was bit by a rabid dog..." She smirked at how ridiculous the entire night now seemed. "Wolf in Brooklyn it seems." She shrugged her shoulders, piecing it together for him as it still wasn't entirely a clear and fluid story to her either.
"I went looking for answers and someone hooked me up with this place, basically." Brows wrinkled, it was apparent that it'd all happened relatively quickly in four weeks and all of it was still very much fresh and uncertain for Dizzy.
~~~
He pulled back from her with a soft sigh, but he let his hands remain just upon her waist, just to be touching her, just to be sure that she was really there. Another man might have been too angry with her still to bother with that, to want her to be there, to need her to be, but Rez always had a hard time holding a grudge against anyone no matter how much they had hurt him. That wasn't to say that he couldn't be incredibly stubborn, because he could, but even when she was tearing out his heart, he had wanted his hands on her, just to feel the warmth of her because it felt more real than most things in his life ever had.
"It was recent, huh?" She had that look about her, that wild look that one had when it first happened, before it had time to full set in, before they had time to understand it or even settle into it if there was ever such a thing. "I am so sorry." He meant that sincerely. That was not a fate he would wish for anyone. It changed you, forever, in some ways bad and some ways good but definitely it would forever alter her life.
But there was one plus side to it, and he realized this with a smile. "At least you'll live longer this way. I can't say there's anything bad about that." Though with the life she had had, she might. And that thought was enough to make the smile fade a bit as he shifted from his knees into a more comfortable position and sat back on the couch, his hands lingering as long as they could before they were forced to move away in light of his new position.
"I thought about this." He admitted, clarifying by adding, "Seeing you again. Never pictured it being here though."
~~~
Staring at his face, eyes soaking in every pore, valley, hill, hair... despite the ache she felt in her chest every memory that crept into her thoughts was a good one, one of laughter or hand holding, of whispering secrets or promises. Rez had been her first love, despite Dustin. She muster up feelings of hurt and anger though why she wasn't entirely sure anymore. His hands on her waist were an immense comfort, a reassurance that she hadn't ruined things with him. It'd ease her into reaching out to him when needing a hand to hold. Because attitude, apathy and fearlessness aside, this change had terrified her and although she wouldn't be quick to admit, she was very scared about what lay ahead.
Shaking her head at his apology, not wanting to delve into the fear and minor self-pity she had felt about the whole thing, Dizzy attempted to brush it off. "It's okay..." His suggestion that she got to live longer did bring forth a smile, "Yea...I think the whole thing's kind of bringing about good changes. Even if it is entirely weird. This is definitely a better alternative to the past places I've lived in." Once again, there was that optimism; she still wasn't sure if she liked the way it fit on her. Although Dizzy was still using, she now had a place to live that was far better than jail, a crazy house or a squat. She had an opportunity at an education which she'd been wanting for ages. It was a chance to somewhat start all over, maybe make a better version of herself, even if it required her growing a little extra hair on full moons.
Leaning into the couch as she sat sideways to face him, her hand dropped down to snag one that'd slipped from her waist, taking hold. In the mixture of emotions one of the most she felt was relief, joy and relief for his presence. She was lucky and she knew it.
~~~
That was one of the things that he had loved about her, the way that she always looked at him as though she was looking at him for the first time, or maybe for the last time. It made him feel... special. That wasn't something that he had ever really felt in spite of his fame, his upbringing. People that he had known in his past had only wanted him because of what they thought he was, not because of who he really was. It had been different with her while it had lasted. Brief but incredibly memorable. That could sum it up, or at least put it into a box, but there was so much more to it than just that.
Optimism? That was definitely a new look on her. But he liked it. He had always wanted her to be able to look at things more for what they could be and less for what they were. It was the only way to make it through sometimes. God, it made him want to kiss her, but he wouldn't, even if it didn't have to mean anything that it could have meant and would have only meant something as simple as being happy that she was alive.
And here they were again, hand in hand, a million years of time passed but he couldn't think of anything to say. Where had she been? He didn't really care to know. He might not like the answer and it was better to just not know anything at all than to ruin it. Where was Dustin? Another answer he didn't care for her to give, though he would listen all the same if she wanted to tell him. She looked older now, her cheeks having lost a bit of that pudge that they held in youth though she had never had much of that. Her eyes were older too even though they always had been much older and yet young all at the same time. Her lips were cracked. She was still using, he could tell, but it didn't really matter right now. And her hair was so much longer than before, but just as soft and sweetly scented as it had always been.
He smiled. "Shit. This feels kinda like Christmas." A laugh, though a slightly awkward one, mostly because, in his head, he was spilling out all the things he wanted to say, that he had missed her, that he still loved her, that he was glad she was alive, that she was beautiful, that this was perfect, that he hadn't been this happy in a long time, that this made him want to curl up in a ball and cry and yet, at the same time, jump up and down and sing some cheesy ass love song, not I Touch Myself, at the top of his lungs.
~~~
The last two years after getting out had just been more of a whirlwind disaster than she could really begin to ever explain. A deeper and more complicated mess of drugs, prostitution, a relationship with a much older man, sneaking out of hospitals after having her stomach pumped only to then spend the same night partying with celebrities whose clientele she'd managed to obtain... It hadn't been all bad, but not entirely good either. A heavy change was what she'd needed though she'd never expected it to come like this. Nothing in her life ever seemed real though, watching sitcoms made her feel more like a fantasy than the made up characters.
Forcing her gaze downward, not wanting to over-stare, she'd focus on their hands, thumb gently smoothing over the back of his hand as she smiled to herself at the feel of his skin. Rez had been special. He'd treated her like she was worth something, which she had never felt before him. Thye filled holes for each other.
The silence that fell between them made her want to apologize, to fill the quiet space that nagged at her guilt with 'I'm sorry's and 'I really loved you's, but it seemed inappropriate now, a little late. He had to have known deep down... though that was the same mentality she'd walked away from that place with. She'd have to eventually say it, even it he no longer cared, Dizzy knew she'd need to have it said eventually.
Smile widened, looking back up to him as he commented about it feeling like Christmas. Although she knew what he meant, atleast what it meant to her, she'd ask him to clarify for the sake of hushing her own thoughts and feelings that she was doing her best to hold back. Dizzy knew she was lucky to have him even tolerate her being there let alone this happy to see her. She wouldn't push for more than that. "What do you mean?"
~~~
Dax had changed his life. The whole thing with Dizzy, and then with Riley, had saved his life. He had gone so far in the past two years from where he was when he had first gone there that it was like looking back on another person all together. But there were some things about him that would never change and one of those things, as much as he hated to admit it, was the potential to go down the same path again. Once you were there, it was always possible to go back. You had to be careful, watch your step, and find the right place, the right people, to support you through everything that came afterwards. He would never hate her for not changing like he had. He would never judge her for that and he hoped that she knew it.
The smile that formed upon his lips was slow coming and just as goofy as it had ever been. He shrugged his shoulders slightly as he shook his head. "I dunno. I can't.. I mean it's just how it feels, right? Like Christmas as a little kid. Watching that stupid movie with the folks, the one with the gun and the bunny suit. Waking up early to see what's under the tree." He looked down at their hands then, noticing her fingernails. They were clean and pink, healthy. She looked better than she had when he had first met her at Dax. But that was the beast inside of her. It helped a lot with that.
~~~
There had been some changes with her, the drug abuse had come and gone, she'd quit for some time thanks to the older man she'd dated for some time. She'd matured a little more, if that was even possible in that she'd learned to better verbally communicate rather than grow frustrated or easily give up on people. If she had been then anything like who she was now, things would have been very different between them. She'd only recently returned to heroin though her use wasn't as frequent or as addicting, yet. It was still her way of coping when she felt hopeless.
His goofy smile only brought on her own which she hid by turning her face into the side of her arm, the one angled out to hold his hand. He was only making her feel giddy and completely silly. A gift only Rez seemed to have when it came to her. With anyone else she could seemingly keep her cool, maintain her rough facade, but he was always able to knock it down unintentionally. "Yea... I know what you mean."
The urge to press her lips to his increased then, wanting to let him know just how much she understood, but she continued to keep her distance. She was well aware that things couldn't suddenly just snap back into being perfect, like they had been those first two weeks together. Nothing would probably ever be as wonderful as that was.
~~~
Rez had always prided himself on being one of those people that it was hard to not smile and feel silly around. He just had that way about him that put people at ease enough to let go. But he could be infuriating and he knew it. He had been so hard on her, too hard on her, expected too much too soon. But he was so used to always getting what he wanted that not getting what he wanted right away drove him a little mad. But hey! It was like Norman Bates said, we all go a little mad sometimes.
"Shit, Dizzy." He said after another long moment of silence, and then he just went ahead and did it, what he had wanted to do for some time now, pretty much for as long as he could remember. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Nothing deep, nothing romantic or passionate, but it was still intense, still electric, even though he was keeping it as sweet as possible. His free hand moved up to run fingers back through her soft hair just as he pulled away.
"So you really wanna watch this?" He asked, breaking the intensity of the moment with a glance towards the television. If she did, he'd watch it with her, just to be beside her for a little bit longer before the inevitable conversation happened. There would be plenty of time for that later on.
~~~
In retrospect, Diz had known she'd been too stubborn. They had both known how they felt about each other and yet they continued to allow pride to get between them, especially her. She'd been so strong willed and hated being told what to do or given an ultimatum but in the end she knew he'd been worth giving, caving to his demands.
Watching him lean, she'd close her eyes and meet him half way. The tiniest kiss had still felt like fireworks and had been more than enough to have her mentally gushing. Pulling her bottom lip in a moment once he pulled away she'd wait a second or so, indulging in masculine fingers through her hair before she'd finally look back to him. Now she just wanted to curl up into him and let the world dissipate around them.
Glancing back at the television the preacher had grown silent this entire time, atleast in her little world that she'd forgotten all about it. Smiling a little embarrassed she'd give a slight shake of her head. "No... you can change it if you want to." She didn't care what was on television, she wanted an excuse to still linger around him, talk, though what about was unclear. She felt ashamed with herself with feeling so pathetically clingy toward him despite the way she continued to stop herself. Now that she suddenly had him back in her life she was afraid of letting go. Her hold on his hand would loosen in case he was preparing to leave.
~~~
It was funny how there were moments when they were entirely on the same page at the same time and other times when they were on the same page but not at the same time at all. In retrospect, he shouldn't have given her an ultimatum. Sure, he had only done so because he cared about her, wanted her safe, but he should have respected her freedom, her need for it. He hadn't thought that way about it back then.
"The remote's yours." He said, and then he did pull away, but only so that he could make himself more comfortable on the plush sofa, moving to lay back on the sofa, his blue eyes peering up at her as he scooted his feet onto the sofa behind her, leaving her no choice but to get closer, and, if she wanted it, an open invitation to just lay there with him. He didn't want to let go either. Not just yet. And he definitely wasn't going to leave until he had to. Guitar Hero be damned!
~~~
The guilt that lingered she knew wouldn't subside. Although she could let go of the past if he'd forgiven her, she already knew she wouldn't get to have him back, not in a romantic sense. It wasn't fair to him to ask that he love someone so damaged, someone who still didn't entirely love themselves. She was tainted and she'd abused and tossed his love aside before. Maybe it was just a part of her sadistic nature, maybe it was all just a long series of bad mistakes. The truth was Dizzy knew he deserved so much better than she could ever be. It was why so many worthless girls chased after him, because he was worthy of the best ones.
"Pfft.. if you leave it up to me it'll either stay here or end up something worse, like infomercials or some shit." She teased, rather than admitting that she didn't care. As he'd adjust himself to get more comfortable on the couch it was more than obvious that he wasn't going anywhere just yet. Smile linger, just hinted by the curl at the corners of her mouth. Surrendering to an inkling of her desires, she'd lean forward and crawl in the nook left between his body and the back of the couch, laying on her side between them. Looking ahead, she'd pretend to watch the television while silently basking the warmth of his body heat.
~~~
He would never think that. Never. He would never believe that that was true in the least. She was a good girl. She wasn't damaged, not any more than anyone else was. And she did deserve wahtever she wanted whether that was him or someone else entirely. He would argue with that with her until he was blue in the face if he gave her cause too. But right now, at least for today, he didn't wanna argue with her about anything.
"It's your call. I already said." He remarked, and then smiled a little to himself as she moved to curl up behind him on the couch. It wasn't that he had never done this with anyone else here. It wasn't that he didn't have friends. But it was still nice, nicer than it had been with anyone else, simply because it was her. And even if all hurt wasn't simply forgotten, it'd been long enough that it wasn't overwhelming, at least.
"So we should talk." He said after a long moment of silence spent staring at the man that was going on and on about the perils of the world. "Really talk." He clarified. "But not today, alright?" He wanted to be sure that, even if she felt it, and he was sure she did just like he did, she understood that it was okay to let it go right now, that that was how he wanted it. He was fairly certain that she would be okay with that.
It wasn't but just a moment after he had said that that a bunch of the guys came pouring into the room with their guitars in hand. "Hey man. What's up?" One of them asked, eyeing him and then the girl and then Rez again. "Watchin' tv." One of them started to utter their complaint, even reaching for the remote on the table, and Rez just shook his head. "Go to the common room in the guys' wing and use that one. We're watching this." The comment was met with a few more grumbles but they took their leave and left them be.
He reached to pull one of her arms over him and laced fingers with her own. "I think you're gonna like it here, Dizz. It's a good place." She hadn't asked for reassurance on that, but he wanted her to know it. The first few weeks here could be scary. He knew. He'd been there.
~~~
Although the two could and probably would argue about somethings until they were both blue faced and no longer remembered the point, there were times she would let it go. Smart enough to pick her battles. The girl didn't expect anyone to forgive her for her major mistakes in life, even the ones they had no idea about. She'd done what she'd had to in order to survive though Dizzy was always aware of where she stood on the morality scales. And although this immense change had occurred and definitely warranted an opportunity at a new start, deep down she worried that she was far to broken to be adjust. Like an abused dog that's so far gone it can no longer be domesticated enough for adoption.
Grumbling playfully at the way he said it as if his word was final and she had no choice but to pick, she'd leave it on in hopes that it'd eventually bug him enough to change it. She seemed to grown still and quiet the moment he mentioned that they should talk. She had plans to apologize for her mistakes and cruelty and inconsideration to him when it came up, when they'd moved past this initial novelty. But him bringing it up, establishing that there were things that needed to be said made her nervous. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to hear what he had to say, far too happy that he'd accepted her back into his life in those last few moments with such open arms. Nodding, knowing he'd feel her head move as they laid close to each other, she'd agree. Relieved to not discuss anything that lingered between them at the moment. If it was that he had a girlfriend, she didn't want to know right now, or that he was still upset with her... anything that might be remotely a downer she'd rather hear later and not ruin this, right now.
Greens shifted to the boys, then Rez, then the boys. As they started to leave she picked her head up to look at him, brows furrowed. She realized now what the guitar had been for. "You guys could've played... I would've watched." Choosing to lay with her instead of hanging out with friends had been a sweet gesture and just another reminder of why he'd been so coveted by everyone he seemed to meet. "I wasn't really watching it."
Fingers interlocked with his, she'd lay back down against him. "I think so, too." She concurred, partially because having Rez around was very much an added bonus.
~~~
Pretty much all of that inner dialogue was bullshit and he wouldn't be afraid to call her on it if she ever voiced those thoughts to him out loud. It was all an excuse, a reason for her to shut herself off, to withdraw into herself. He knew the tactic well. He had used it himself a time or two. But even then he knew it was crap.
It wasn't that he wanted to make her nervous by cluing her in on the fact that some huge talk was coming. She knew it was inevitable anyway. He just wanted to make sure that she knew that he wasn't up to discussing it right now. There were too many things he didn't want to know, didn't want her to say, just as he was certain there were things that she wouldn't want to hear about him either. Did he have a girlfriend? Not exactly. But he had girls here who were friends, and some that were just downright friendly. But what else could be expected. He was a good catch and everywhere he went at least a few tried to catch him. But none had just yet and really that was probably all that mattered.
"I know you would have. I just didn't really feel like it." He would rather just lay there with her. It wasn't about some sort of selfless act or anything, he just preferred this to that at the moment. "Doesn't matter. We're chillin right now. I can play guitar hero some other time. Besides, the game's sort of lame." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "No one's able to even remotely come close to giving me a run for the title." He smirked and then sighed all dramatically. "Being on top is soooo boring."
A smile would cross his features and his gaze would focus back upon the television just in time to see the sermon's conclusion. He'd lean forward to grab the remote then and pull up the guide to see what else was on. "Stop me when you see something interesting." And he would scroll through the channels until he saw something that interested him and suggested they just watch that. The Goonies. A cute movie. Reminded him of being a kid.
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