InsaneJournal

Who: Annie and Mitchell
What: Unpacking and talking after the move.
When: Backdated April 29th
Where: Their place
Rating: G. Very vague mentions of domestic violence. (they bring up Owen but don't talk about what happened to her or anything.)
Status: Complete



Ever since Annie had moved in, she had felt better than she had in a long while. Safer. They hadn’t had too many problems with Owen. Since Annie had gotten the restraining order, and Owen didn’t feel like going to jail, he’d stayed away. There had been some vague threatening voice mails. Annie was going to change her number and things very soon. For now though, she’d been slowly but surely moving all of her stuff out of boxes and into her room. She’d been putting away some things when she decided to give up for the evening.

Heading out into the living room, she slumped down onto the couch with a huff. “I swear I’m going to hire some people to unpack all this stupid stuff,” she mumbled. Annie couldn’t wait until it was all done with.

Since Annie had moved in, it felt like a puzzle piece had fit itself into place. There were still many holes, not only in Mitchell’s dreams, but in his life as well, but Annie had filled one of those spaces now. There was still a space for George, if he ever popped up in the OC, that is. Until then, having Annie around was extremely nice. Sure, his house was quite a bit bigger than the house the three of them had shared in Bristol, but it just meant that they weren’t constantly on top of each other.

When Annie came down to the living room, Mitchell had been making edits to a song he’d been working on for the last few days, his guitar in his lap, but he set it aside when she sat down and smiled at her, “Thought you didn’t have too much stuff. Let me guess, it’s trying to figure out where to put it all that’s giving you the problems.”

There was definitely a puzzle piece that fell into place with her too. There was George to consider, and they really had to find him. Possibly if there was a Gilbert too, Annie would be okay with finding him. Still though it was nice that they were together now. Everything was just so much better since she’d left Owen. If only he would leave her alone forever.

It was equally nice to see Mitchell working on his music. She knew how much it meant to him. Of course the Mitchell in her dreams wasn’t so big on music. At least she thought so. She grinned back at him. “I don’t.. but.. yeah, it’s trying to figure out where to put it all. There’s just so little.. space.” She laughed a little. “That and it can get a tad bit boring. Like majorly. So I took a break. What are you working on?”

It was nice to see Annie not worrying about Owen. However, ever since Owen had showed up at his house, Mitchell did keep an eye out whenever he went outside, because he’d just love to see Owen dragged away by police for violating Annie’s restraining order. “Your things aren’t confined to your room, you know. If there’s anything you want to put anywhere else, just let me know and we can find a place for it.” Mitchell wanted Annie to feel like this was her house too now.

When she asked what he was working on, he glanced down at the notebook paper that was marked with various edits, “A new song. Been working on it for a few days now.” He honestly couldn’t have been happier that his writer’s block was over and was having a far easier time of writing than he had a few months earlier.

Though Annie didn’t want Owen to come after her, it would be nice to have him somewhere he couldn’t hurt her. To do that though, he’d have to actually come after her. It was a win-lose situation. She knew Mitchell was looking after her though. It was sweet and she appreciated it. Dying had never actually occurred to Annie unless it was a passing thought. Now it seemed to invade them. She didn’t want to die like she did in her dreams. Wandering around as a ghost. Unable to do anything.

That’s what she liked to hear. Annie looked a bit proud though, she couldn’t help it. “You’ll have to play it for me when you get it all together.” She really liked hearing him play and sing. Perhaps now she’d get to hear more than she usually did.

“I’d love to.” Mitchell smirked and took a sip from the mug next to his notebook; the tea was lukewarm, but he didn’t mind it so much. He was used to drinking cold tea or coffee. “I’ll let you know as soon as I finish it.” Technically it was finished, but there were a few things he needed to tweak before he was absolutely satisfied with it.

Like Annie was ever going to pass up on a hot guy playing the guitar and singing for her. She wasn’t that stupid. Something about drinking all the tea reminded her of the dream and all the tea she made as a ghost. Annie was just glad to be able to taste it. “Oh good. How’s everything else? Heard from Herrick? He’s not giving you more trouble is he?” She did look pretty concerned.

Not that he would admit it, but when he’d first gotten out of rehab and moved into the house, for a short time he had, had mugs and cups littering the house during his hermit phase. Now that he’d dreamt about living with Annie and George and having mugs and cups of tea all over the house, he couldn’t help but find it extremely ironic. In response to her question, he shook his head and set the cup down on the coffee table, “No. Haven’t heard from him since I went to rehab. Restraining orders are a lovely thing, aren’t they?” He smirked as if it were an inside joke, which in a way it was. Both of them now had restraining orders out against people who had hurt them in one way or another.

Annie laughed a little at the joke. “They are. It’s so odd that we have.. things in common. I mean besides the dreams anyway. I’m glad that he’s sticking to the restraining order. Hopefully Owen will too and then we’ll be here, happy and safe.” That would be nice. Beyond nice. “Oh and we’ll find George and we’ll all live together and we’ll be good.” That was the goal, right? “Do you think if George shows up that we’ll .. invite him to move in?”

“If Owen knows what’s good for him, he’ll stick to it.” Mitchell finished off his tea and leaned back against the couch and didn’t even have to think about her question because answering, “Maybe not right away, because if he’s anything like his dream self in real life then that might make him somewhat uneasy.” It boggled Mitchell’s mind that he and George were such good friends in the dreams considering how different they were, but it seemed to work for them, “But I think that would be the goal.”

“He’d better,” Annie agreed. She finished her own tea and then took the teacups out to the kitchen because she was cleanly like that. “Oh right. He’d think we were nuts, just asking him to move in. I do hope he’s out there. I can’t see why he wouldn’t be? Maybe he’s just too shy because he recognizes us on the internet and knows he’s been dreaming and has no idea what to say.” Poor guy. Though she wasn’t suggesting they go look for him. Noooo. Not at all.

Mitchell was about to tell Annie that she didn’t need to clean up the tea cups, but then he remembered that technically she wasn’t a guest anymore and if he told her she didn’t have to do certain things then it might be harder for her to think of his place as her place as well. When she started to leave the living room, he got up and followed, so that he would be able to continue to hear her since the kitchen wasn’t exactly close to the living room. “If anything, it’ll be amusing. That is, as long as he doesn’t take a restraining order out on us.” Mitchell couldn’t help but laugh as he leaned against the kitchen counter.