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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 16, 2008 20:01:35 GMT -5
Just for the record, the weather today
Is slightly sarcastic
The local weather had to be the most unreliable thing you'll ever experience watching in your entire life. Days when it's supposed to be warm and sunny, it snows. Hot and dry? It'll be muggy and rainy. You can never expect a straight answer any day. Sure you can get a nice estimate, but never something that'll be set in stone. Then again, when is anything set in stone? Life's full of mysteries and turns no one would ever think of following. With that, who wants to go on a roller coaster ride of twists of unexpectancies? As it so happens, Aiden's usually one that likes surprises. When he had finally left his tensed house into the dimmed evening, he was not-so-surprised to be greeted by a nice, even rain. The water tousled his hair down messily, or even more than it was, onto his head; stuck like glue. One sweep of his hand pushed a few tufts backwards on his head, just to wipe some of the water out. Automatically, a few more landed in front of his eyes. He thought nothing of it as he continued walking onward towards the park, his hood now up over his head.
There were some surprises that weren't so pleasant in Aiden's book, though. Some that left him feeling sorrow... And no matter what he tried to do, there was nothing he could fix. Despite what others thought of Misery Johnson, she was his closest friend, and he to her. Maybe that was because ever since Misery came to this strange town at age eleven, he was her first friend. It was true that Misery wasn't always a, excuse of words, bitch. She was just awkward and new in town. Frankly, in a place like Roanoke, not too many residents liked change... except for Aiden. He gave her a chance, and when he found out the true Misery, they stuck together like a PB and J. He was the milk to her cookie, and no, not in that way. Never in that way! They were merely and always would be best friends.
It was a shock to him when suddenly about eight months ago, Misery just disappeared. As much as he tried getting in contact with her, he was found unsuccessful. It wasn't as if she'd try getting ahold of him, either. Her Dad wasn't of much help, either. Sadly, he hated Misery... and was a definite part of why she was such an angry person to others [except to him] now. Since he hated her so much that he'd go as far as beating him, [the bastard], he automatically hated anything else dealing with Misery's life; including Aiden. He had merely asked where she was, almost forcefully, when her Dad had almost tried to assault him! What an ass... He didn't give up, though. He tried and tried, afraid she was hurt or worse, dead. Finally, there was nothing more he could do but give up.
The biggest surprise of it all was the sudden text message he had gotten about ten minutes ago from the one and only Misery. He thought it was a mistake at first... it couldn't be her. But reviewing that unmistakable number over and over, it had to be her. 'I need you. Meet me at the park' was all she wrote. No explanation, nothing except for an invite demand to get to the park as soon as possible. Aiden needed answers... So automatically, he slipped on his Converse's and a hoodie, and walked out the door. Luckily, it was only a five minute walk from where he lived to the park. Hopefully she wasn't already waiting there... Hopefully he wasn't too late. Had something gone terribly wrong? None of the facts he tried to put together made sense. Frankly, he hoped the reason she called him was for an explanation. He wasn't her father, her boyfriend... but her best friend. Why would you leave that kind of comfort?
Red Converse's squished and clashed in color against the browns and blacks of the mud, quickly becoming slippery to touch. It's why he quickly walked up towards the damp, wooden chips the playground held... In hopes of not falling and messing his wet clothes along the way. As soon as he jumped into the box, he leaned against the cool bar of the swing. Chocolate eyes gazed outward, waiting, hoping. The only question that continued to play in his mind was, 'Is she alright?' Being the analogical person he was, he hated not figuring out what things were about. He always studied people randomly, not in a stalker-ish way in any means. Just to get a better understanding, is all. He wasn't that dim of a guy, either. It's why he's in Lordington's, along with the fact his parents still tried to pressure him into becoming something intelligent and powerful, like a doctor, as his father was. Yet Aiden was a dreamer. He hoped to be a musician, not some doctor. It's one of the reasons why his parents ignored and slightly scorned against him.
"Where are you, MJ..." He whispered in a a statement to himself, squinting past the upcoming darkness. Slowly, streetlight after streetlight flashed on, lighting the grounds around him. At least that problem was fixed... but would this one end up being resolved? [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Misery "MJ" Johnson on Jun 16, 2008 22:09:01 GMT -5
She's not bleeding
on the ballroom floor for nothing 'Shut the fuck up you little BITCH!'.
The voice was strong and angry, yet slurring horribly, obviously from too much drinking. As the tall, dark haired man screamed at his daughter, his hand rose into the air and seconds later, his fist colliding with her face, causing blood to leak from Misery's lips. A sharp cry of pain echoed throughout the wall of the manor as the girl came crashing to the ballroom floor of her father's house. Tears welled up in the sixteen year-old's tired eyes as her ears picked up the distant sound of her ten day old baby screaming in the next room. She wanted nothing more than to run upstairs and take her son in her arms and just leave this house for good, but at the moment, she could hardly move.
Over the years, her father had been nothing but a ruthless tyrant who spent most of his time drinking and making her life a living hell. Every day she got beat, no matter what she did, and eventually, she just stopped trying to avoid it as she rendered it impossible. Sixteen and a half years she had lived with his ways, but tonight, he over did it. Misery Johnson bore bruises over nearly every place on her body. Two black eyes, a bloody nose.. a fat lip, and several other contusions and lacerations on various places on the rest of her body. Frankly, this girl was a mess. Her pale green eyes dripped with tears and mascara and she could hardly hold her head up any longer as her father screamed down at her to get up off the floor because she was 'getting blood all over his nice clean floors'.
After a few long moments of looking close to passing out, MJ gathered all the strength she could and she slowly limped passed her father and towards the elevator. Slowly, the drunk staggered towards her, but thankfully, the doors slammed shut before he could reach her. Once safely in the elevator, she sunk to the floor, her eyes closing and tears spilling down her face. Her only thought was to get her baby and leave here as soon as possible. But where could she go with no money and no relatives? That's when it hit her.
Aiden. Lord, she hadn't seen the boy since she dropped out of school before anyone could notice she was pregnant. Till this day, she still regretted never calling him and telling him what was going on. But how was she supposed to? Her father took her phone and everything else. She was hardly allowed out of the house. Besides, what could AC have been able to do? He couldn't always play Spiderman and save her like he usually did. Not this time. This was beyond anything... and how would he have taken the news that she had been raped and now had a child. She didn't even know the father. Oh, but she had missed him terribly. She could only hope now wasn't too late.
Once the elevator opened on the second floor, she flipped up the emergency brake. Her father was too lazy to use the stairs, so this way, he couldn't get to her. Her child's cries grew louder, but she had to get to her phone first. So, as quickly as she could, she raced to her father's room and grabbed her phone off his dresser. In a quick moment, a simple text was sent to Aiden telling him to meet her at the park. Then, after shoving the sidekick in the pocket of her shorts, she ran to her room and grabbed Mikey. With tears still running down her face she lifted the child from his homemade crib and clung to him, gently humming a soft tune to hopefully get him to quiet down.
'Baby, don't you cry, Baby, don't you cry.. the world is yours when there's a smile on your face. Smile for me, baby and the world will spin again.'
Soon enough the baby boy's cried subsided into small hiccups and sniffles and his soft blue eyes closed while his little fist grabbed a hold of Misery's blood-stained blouse. With a soft sigh, Misery headed for the door, her bare feet moving stealth fully across the hardwood flooring. Several minutes later, she had made it out of the house safely with nothing but her son wrapped in a thick blanket and her cell phone in her pocket. Unfortunately, when she made it outside, rain had just started to pick up. "Bloody hell.. how could things get worse?" she breathed as she slowly made her way towards the park.
No walk had ever seemed longer. The sidewalk seemed to stretch on in the distance as she walked barefooted and clothed only a tank top and shorts. Her toes and fingers felt as if they were about to freeze off, and on top of that, she was getting dizzy. She was growing weaker by the minute and she could feel Mikey shivering in her arms. "I'm sorry sweetie.." she whispered through chattering teeth. "I'm so sorry." It was only when she felt the grass of the park on her feet did she stop. She couldn't go any further. As she sank to her knees gripping Mikey closer to her body, she spotted someone in the distance.
"Aiden!" she called over the sound of the rain. She could only pray that he heard her.
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 16, 2008 22:48:09 GMT -5
Aiden's gentle hands grazed up against the cold, hard metal of the chains that held each swing together. The breeze carrying the rain swooped continuously over the seats, making them rise and fall with every blow. Every once in awhile would he yank the swing forward towards his slightly shivering body and let it falter back to place, back and forth once more. Swings had always been his favorite part of the playground. Without them, a park just wouldn't be the same. As a kid, he remembered laying on the seat of the swing on his belly, swooping to extreme heights and falling back again. Almost as if he were really flying. God, how he wanted to fly. He wanted to touch the stars... even if it was really impossible. If a bird could do it, why couldn't he? Back then, though, he was paying in his naivety. A mere child with a wild imagination could never get far... but as he swung higher, he always at least somehow made it off the ground. Maybe he could never fly, but he could accomplish what he dreamed of.
In the dark, he felt like the Phantom of Phantom Of The Opera. Waiting to watch from afar at whatever may come, and hide in shadows until whatever he was waiting for did happen. Of course, he wasn't waiting to steal the girl down to his secret base below some opera house... but he was singing to himself a melody he had created earlier that day as he watched a particular streetlight shine through the rain. The rain made the light splotched and distorted, and the rays shining from the bulb became shriveled. Whatever reason it may be, rain always caused interest in Aiden's head. It was so much more different than any other type of weather. Instead of saying everything was going to be alright, kinda like the sun, it cried. Cried for the earth, and all it's mistakes.
Carefully, Aiden took out his cellular device, gazing at the time. About twelve minutes had passed since he had been there... had he came too late? Too early? Maybe he was being a bit anxious. After all, it had been several months since he had seen his dear friend. His questions were finally about to be solved. God, it was as if he was about to see a long-lost lover or something. In all actuality, he and Misery's friendship was unlike a few boy-girl friendships out there. You could find it common for those types of friendships to end up becoming into something much more. However, neither felt that way about the other, and never intended to. They had too much of a love coming from this friendship, anyway. Besides, they merely couldn't see any kind of connection of the two together. They just wouldn't fit. Maybe he was Spiderman and she MJ, but more in the way it was for the first movie. That, and that Peter never had past feelings for her. Just mere friends, and that's the way they preferred it.
Be that as it may, it still didn't mean that they weren't protective. Maybe Aiden was a bit more layed back about the matter, but he looked over her, none the less. When she had past boyfriends, he'd talk to them. Nothing major, just to talk about themselves. Of course, Aiden wasn't layed back to the extent that if he sensed someone completely wrong for MJ that he would keep it a secret... he'd tell her. Sometimes, not often, it'd turn into something unnecessary. Yet in the end, he usually could be pretty helpful. Misery had done the same for him, also... except she was a bit more like a mother bear than anything.
Finally, it happened. Misery had came, but the problem was... where was she? The faint ring of the previous "Aiden" had came a bit ahead, maybe to the right? It didn't take long for him to start his search. To jump right out of the playground and onto the mushy grass, his eyes squinting past the rain in hopes of glimpsing at her. That's when he finally saw it; a crouching figure with a bundle of blankets in his arms. A sigh escaped his pink lips as he rushed over to her side, and skidded into a messy halt. Automatically, despite the mess, he knelt down next to her. "Misery." He repeated, a small smile on his lips. Studying her face, his smile faltered slightly. "Misery? What's wrong?" AC asked, brows furrowing.
His first instinct was to take off his hoodie and drape it over her bare shoulders, which he did. It was damp, but warmer than the mess she was in. Finally, he attempted to pull one arm over his shoulders so he could help her get out of the rain. However, the arms were holding the bundle of blanket tightly... Which finally got his attention. "What?" He said quietly, glancing back up at her tired features. Finally, a numb hand brushed pieces of the fabric back just enough to glance at the figure inside. A... baby? 'Wait...' He thought, looking directly at her again, this time with wide eyes. 'HER baby?!' Well, at least that would explain why she was gone for eight and something months. "Oh MJ..." He sighed, putting both arms over her and forcefully picked her up. Despite any hesitation she may have had, Aiden forced her to take one arm off from the baby [replaced by one of his arms], and put her free arm over his neck for her support. He had to get these two out of the cold. No time for questions quite yet....
Quickly, carrying the two along the way, he ran straight forward. There had to be some form of building around here... if not, they'd have to rush the minutes towarads his house. Seeing most of the places empty, he sighed frusterately once more. "Dammit!" He said, and even though he knew she was tired, he picked up the pace. Babies easily can catch sicknesses. And in the state she was in... Glancing over at a house, he rushed the two underneath the roof of the place's balcony. "Can you walk enough to get to my house? Or should I carry you on my back?" He asked, cursing himself that he hadn't merely drove himself to the park earlier instead of walked. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Misery "MJ" Johnson on Jun 17, 2008 14:44:25 GMT -5
Misery could barely keep her eyes open. Her head was spinning faster as each second passed. She called her best friend's name one last time before her body sunk to the ground, still clutching her sniffling child to her chest. She was fighting a losing battle. She needed medical attention and fast. Lord, she had never felt so alone and scared. Then finally, she heard a soft voice and just before her eyes closed she saw a shadowy figure running towards her at what appeared top speed. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she let out a breath of relief and let her eyes close. "Thank you.." she whispered softly as she kissed Mikey's soft head.
When Aiden reached her, she was nearing unconsciousness. She could sense him over her, but she still couldn't open her eyes. Her breaths were shallow and weak, but she still managed to speak a few words. "Dad..." she whispered, her teeth still chattering as he draped his hoodie over her. Tears began to spill down her face, but as it was, they were masked by the rain and left untraceable. "Aiden... please." She could hardly take the cold any more. Ugh, curse her stupidity for not changing before she ran out. At least she grabbed Mikey's clothes... the newborn would probably be dead by now without them.
She heard him speak softly to himself and she opened her eyes to gaze upon him for the first time in a long time. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." she said quietly. "Dad wouldn't let me... this all nearly killed me." It was now apparent that her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at him. She had missed him so much. Her life without him had been so empty. She had had to go through everything alone. All the morning sickness, her father's beatings, and the painful birth of her child. She had to be so strong all on her own. Aiden had always been her rock. But this time, he couldn't be there for her. Thank God that he was there now.
At his response, she clung to him as he slowly lifted her up. "Don't feel sorry for me. He's perfect..." she whispered, her eyes falling from his and looking down at the baby who had now taken to crying again. Frowning slightly she wrapped him tighter in the blanket. "I'll get you safe and warm, sweetie." It was then that she felt Aiden attempt to remove her arm from around Mikey and after a moment of just letting him pull at her arm, she reluctantly let go of him, her eyes never leaving the baby until Aiden's arm replaced hers.
It wasn't often that Misery wouldn't enjoy the rain and cold, but today wasn't one of them. She had no place to go and she was carrying a ten day old infant in her arms. The baby could easily catch cold and die.. she couldn't take that chance. That's why she had called Aiden. She needed someone and she needed someone bad. He was the only one that she knew wouldn't crucify her for having a child. Of course, there would always be Jordan, but she still hadn't figured out how to tell him about Mikey. She already had enough things to be confused about. Oh Lord.. Jordan. How was he ever going to feel the same with a kid in his way?
After a life time, her eyes had closed and she felt the water stop pouring down on her, but still.. she didn't open her eyes. She heard his voice, but she couldn't see his face. Her head was spinning again and she could feel that she was getting close to losing consciousness. Bringing her head to rest on his chest she took in a few shallow breaths while still gripping her baby. "Take care of him for me... His name's Mikey." With that, her body fell slightly limp and the infant began to cry uncontrollably.
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 17, 2008 20:17:08 GMT -5
Aiden just didn't understand why the heck she ended up in the state she was in. How she just suddenly collapsed like the way she did... from exhaustion? The urgency she held towards him earlier was actually terrifying. This tough cookie usually held herself up pretty well. Yet even he knew like all cookies, one day they crumble. Before, he used to be able to help her build up her walls so that she became back to normal. To know for the past months she may have been in so much misery that it led her to this state and he wasn't there to help upset him. She was his best friend, after all. It's what friends do. Even though she had lost contact with him, hopefully she didn't think he was a failure for doing such. AC's mind raced as he thought of any way he could help at this moment, right now. Right now was all that mattered. He had to do something in order to save them.
Finally, she had spoken up. What she had said caused the boy's gentle grasp to strain tightly. Her father caused her to get near unconsciousness? That was totally barbaric! He already was angered at how he had treated his own daughter for Misery's whole life... This had to be one of the farthest things he had done. Aiden's fingers definitely twitched to grab his cell and call social services right then and there, but he knew how much good that would really do; zip. Especially now that she had a baby boy... which still blew his mind. How the hell did she get impregnated? Well, of course he knew how, but by who? As far as he knew, she didn't have a boyfriend. She did have a crush on his other best friend, Jordan, but he doubted he did this to her. Not that Jordan wouldn't like MJ or anything, but just that Jordan really wasn't the type of guy to do that. Hopefully Aiden would get answers soon enough... cause frankly, he was as confused as hell at the moment!
"Don't worry about not telling me anything right now." He gently told her as they anxiously remained under the small roof. They'd have to move quickly... The owners would obviously notice the strangers on their porch sooner or later, and he definitely didn't need the cops on their trail. Even though MJ and her baby would have a ride in warmth, she'd be brought straight back to that devil she had to know as her father. Frankly enough, that was the worst thing to happen. He'd only beat her worse, and what about what he might do to the infant? Aiden despised abuse, especially child and animal abuse. Woman abuse was just as bad... Why did the world have to be so fucked up? In hopes of assuring her things would be okay, he gave her a grin and kissed the top of her head [out of a friendly habit]. "Don't worry, kid. We'll get you all out of this mess."
He nodded once when she finally told him the babe's name was Mikey, which made him smile. Mikey was the name of the bassist of one of their favorite bands; My Chemical Romance. They always liked that name. It was ironic yet not surprising that she'd choose it. Another thing that didn't surprise him was at the sudden collapse Misery had done. Lord, what was he supposed to do? At least his house was about a minute away... but how could he carry them both at the same time? A frustrated groan came out of Aiden's lips as he looked at the crying baby. She made it clear that this was her main priority... and he didn't blame her. Determination filling each feature on his face, he clung the crying baby to his chest and jogged the rest of the way to his house. "Shh." He gently told the baby, his eyes seeing his house. He broke into a sprint to the door, and flung it open. Thankness that his folks had already left to his Dad's promotion ceremony! As he went into the living room, his mind ran a mile a minute. This baby was still crying , and MJ was still back at the house they stopped at...
"If all our life is but a dream. Fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be, just like broken glass to me. And then she said she can't believe, genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues. Tripping eyes and flooded lungs. Northern downpour sends its' love." He sang to the baby out of exasperation, his eyes dashing to the clock with worry. He couldn't leave Misery on that doorstep for forever... He only hoped the baby could calm down enough to leave him there on the couch until he returned. "Hey moon please forget to fall down. Hey moon don't you go down... Sugar cane in the easy morning. Weathervanes my, one and lonely...." Luckily, the crying and subsided. Weary, teary eyes of the baby's drooped into a slumber... Gently, Aiden set the baby down, and grabbed his keys from the key rack. Seconds later, he was driving in his old red Mustang with a blanket in the passenger seat next to him.
It didn't take long to have MJ back under his watch with the two in his house once again. It only took five minutes for him to get Misery in his room, still wrapped in the blankets he brought for her, laying on his bed. Next to her, the baby still slept. God, Aiden was exhausted. As soon as he made sure the two were comfortable and warm enough [despite their wet clothes... he wasn't sure if he should change the two or not. If so, he'd be extremely uncomfortable...], he had changed himself into another pair of comfortable black, tight jeans and into a new blue hoodie. Aiden shook the extra water droplets out of his hair, and finally sat down faithfully at the end of his bed. All he could do now was wait for her to get up, and hopefully learn of what had happened previously. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Misery "MJ" Johnson on Jun 17, 2008 21:58:35 GMT -5
This wasn't how life was supposed to be... it wasn't supposed to be so cruel. If there really was a God up there, like most believed, why was the world so cruel? Why did Misery get placed with such a man who would nearly beat her to death? Why did her mother have to die and leave her all alone? Her life was was horrible, and she blamed herself. If she had never been born, her mother would still be alive and her father would be sober and happy. All she wanted was for someone to love her, and so far, that wasn't going to well. The proof was those bruises and scars she bore on her body.
Misery felt his fingers tighten around her at the mention of her father. She shook her head slightly as if to say 'don't be mad'. She didn't want Aiden to get worked up right now. There wasn't time to think about how horrible her father was or how bad she had it. Right now, the main concern was Mikey. Frankly, she didn't give a damn about herself. She knew she'd make it now that she was with him, but she wasn't so sure about her newborn. Her father had taken both of them out of the hospital early so as not to pay for extra bills, even though it was advised that Mikey spend several days in ICU. He shouldn't be out.. let alone in the rain.
While her head rested softly on his knee, her green eyes stared up at him, though he appeared out of focus. "I'm so cold..." she breathed, hugging her son closer to her body. She could feel his little body beginning to shake, thus causing more tears to form in her eyes. MJ weakly raised her hands and wrapped Mikey tighter in the blanket. It was wet, but still better than nothing. "I'm sorry..." she whispered as she let her head fall back and her eyes closed again. "I'm so sorry." In truth she didn't know who she was speaking to. It could be anyone. Aiden.. Mikey... herself. But no matter who it was to, she had no reason to be apologizing.
Just before her body fell limp, she felt her best friend's soft lips touch the top of her head, and a small, very weak smile crossed her lips before her face was wiped of all emotion and her body fell limp. Her hands that had once gripped her baby so tightly that her knuckles had turned white gently released the boy into Aiden's care. Her lips remained open as her chest rose and fell softly with each shallow breath she took. It was apparent that she was in worse condition than she thought. But, still, Mikey was the only thing on her mind.
***two hours later***
The feeling of warmth rushed through her body as slowly, Misery moaned softly and stretched her bruised arms above her head. Oh the pain. Where was she? What had happened? Then something hit her.. 'Mikey' Where was her baby?! With a sharp gasp, MJ shot up and looked around the room. Laying at the end of the bed, was Aiden, fast asleep with his head phones in his ear, and to her left, was Mikey. The baby boy was safely rolled in a dry blanket, his eyes closed and his little hands softly gripping the soft material of his new blanket. It was then that she was able to relax again. After picking up her child, she leaned against the backboard of the bed, the wood cold against her wet back.
For several long moments, she gazed down at the sleeping baby, then her green eyes flashed down to her savior. Aiden. A small smile fell upon her lips and she moved towards the end of the bed with a few 'ow's and 'oo's and she sat down by his head. With Mikey in one arm, she gently kissed the top of Aiden's head and with her free hand, she gently ran her fingers through his soft hair. Then, without a word, she lay down at his side, cradling her son to her chest and her other hand still caressing Aiden's hair.
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 17, 2008 22:56:41 GMT -5
Music had always been Aiden's pride and joy. Whenever he was any emotion you can think of, he'd listen or create the thing. It soothed his soul when nothing else could, or added happiness when he was already stoked. That's just the effect it had on him. Before, Aiden had always told people whenever they thought his coffee addiction disgusting, "You must pick your poison. This is mine, cigarettes or alcohol are others'". Coffee still had that affect on him, but music still had so much more to offer than a caffeine rush. This type of rush made his heart pound a mile a minute with excitement. That's probably why after he lazily had layed down at the foot of his bed where the two slept, he popped in his headphones to his musical device into his ears. With one click of the button, the soothing voices of various bands filled his head.
God, he wished he could be in their place one day. Just to be a performer his whole life, doing and creating his biggest love. It was such a shock to him that you could actually be paid doing that kind of stuff! Just to live your dream? The problem was to work for it, and trust me, Aiden was willing to do anything to make it to that level. It was weird how his parents never realized his performance abilities... As a kid, he distinctly remembered putting on fake concerts to anything he could use as an audience. At a young age, he asked his folks for music lessons. When his father taught him some piano and some guitar, Aiden was hooked. Of course, his father had thought it was something merely to do out of boredom. Never in his days would he think that like he did at one point in his life, Aiden wanted to be a musician.
Of course, when that happened, Aiden had to teach himself how to do everything else. His father already taught him how to play the piano quite well... rather expertly. As for the guitar, Aiden was merely on the medium level. So in secret, all on his own, he'd teach himself more and more. He'd watch what all the famous guitarists out there did, on their live performances and music videos, mostly. Anything to assure his future in the music business. Now, he was more open with his decisions... and his parents couldn't be more disappointed. Here and there, Aiden would play a gig on his own. Yet what he wished for more than anything was to be in an actual band. To share something with a group of people that love to play music just as much as he did. To spend time with friends on a tour, doing what they loved. It was a dream yet to happen, and Aiden strived so hard to be sure it'll happen one day... despite what his mother and father wished. He would never be fit for the role of a doctor or a lawyer. It wasn't him. It was so frustrating that they couldn't see that by now.
Aiden glanced towards his digital clock on his mahogany side table, which flashed ten thirty. Wow, was it that time already? A small yawn had came out reluctantly from his system, making his eyes droop slightly... 'No!' Aiden thought wildly, shaking his head furiously. He couldn't go to sleep. What if MJ woke up when he was asleep? What if she was so hurt that she really did have to go to the hospital? Gah, he worried to much, but he really couldn't help it! Maybe it was just in his nature. Suddenly, his stomach grumbled, making his attention turn towards his stomach below. Remembering he hadn't eaten yet, Aiden started to get up, but then fell back down on his butt again. He was too lazy... and maybe Misery and her baby were hungry, too. He could just wait. But maybe until then, he could just... sleep.
--two hours later--
Ahh, dreams were one hell of a creation. So random, yet usually amusing. Anything inanimate could usually begin to talk, while the unimaginable happened. It could get crazy! And to be in Aiden Correll's mind? What a roller coaster ride... However, this dream wasn't that out of the ordinary. Aiden was on stage, singing with his whole heart to a crowd. Suddenly, though, a calming sensation overcame his excitement... and his hair kept moving? Back and forth, being smoothed out and combed through. How the hell was it doing that on his own? Finally, the whole scene dropped to black as Aiden finally was gazing no more at a scene, but simply at the back of his eyelids. Slowly, his eyes opened to gaze up at Misery. His lips curved slightly into a smile, glad she actually woke up.
He quickly sat upward, his head tilting towards her. "Are you and the baby hungry? I mean, we might have an old bottle somewhere in the attic, and we have regular milk... We could just warm that up?" Before she could answer he stood up, walking towards the door. Yet he hadn't left. His eyes turned back towards her again. "Are you alright? Mind telling me what the hell all of that was back there?" [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Misery "MJ" Johnson on Jun 20, 2008 19:57:17 GMT -5
As she lay there next to her friend, her eyes began to grow tired again, but before she could close them, she needed him to wake up. There was no way she could rest without someone else watching over her son. Despite the warm feeling of her child sleeping in her arms she didn't feel comfortable sleeping while he wasn't being watched. She couldn't take that chance that something went wrong and she couldn't be awake to help it. If she lost him, she'd kill herself. She loved that little baby boy more than anything. Except maybe Jordan. He came to a tie.
After a few good moments of silence, a tiny sneeze echoed through the room and MJ gazed down at her child as he let go of the blanket and reached out to her and his eyes filled with tears. "Oh no.." she muttered as the infant began to screech and cry. Slowly, she pressed her lips to his head and sat up, cradling him in his arms and rocking him back and forth gently. It was then that she remembered the song that Aiden had written for her. Softly, she began to sing. 'When the moon feel in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky, all was golden when the day met the night. When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea out in a garden under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer...'
Still, the baby did not stop crying. Though most of his shaking was from his sobs, she could tell he was still cold. "Mikey please..." she begged softly. "Stop crying." Oh she was so tired, her head was spinning from lack of food, as she was sure that was the same thing that was going on with her son. Sighing slightly, she continued to rock him and as she did, she noticed Aiden beginning to stir. No, he needed sleep.. after all he had done for her in the past few hours, he needed to rest. However, she didn't have time to make him sit back down before he jumped up.
She smiled slightly after hearing his words over Mikey's crying. "He can't drink regular milk yet." she said, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. She still wasn't use to having to feed her child with her own body yet. Hell, she wasn't used to having a child yet. "And I'm fine. Just.. we're both still a bit cold." she said with a small shrug. Mikey began to cry louder. Closing her eyes MJ sighed again and she pulled him closer before gazing back at Aiden. "Do you mind? I could go in the other room.. I mean that blanket would cover everything. Oh Lord this is awkward." she babbled on. However, her babbling stopped when he asked what had gone on back at the park.
Misery froze before patting the before patting the seat next to her. "It's been a long eight months Aiden." she said quietly as she took the blanket from around her baby and slung it over her shoulder, covering most of herself and the Mikey. Once that was gone, she took a minute to.... situate everything, then looked back over at her best friend. "Well, I suppose I should start from the beginning then, yeah?" she asked, her Aussie accent laced heavily in her words. Once her friend had sat down beside her, she leaned against the headboard and began to tell of her story, starting with the night she was raped and ending with her father taking her and Mikey from the hospital days earlier than he should have in order to skip out on paying the bills.
"Then today, he nearly killed me by beating me to a pulp... as you can probably tell from all my bruises and cuts. I needed to get out of there before he even thought of touching my baby." She looked down at the blanket in which Mikey lay under, still cradled in her arms feeding from her breast. "So I ran upstairs as soon as I could get up and after wrapping him in a blanket and texting the first person I thought of-you- I ran outside. I didn't pay any attention to myself. I just knew we needed to get away from him."
Sighing, she... re-situated herself and Mikey, pulling him up from under her and wrapped him back up snugly in the blanket. "I should have told you what happened to me in the first place, but I was so scared. I didn't know how you would react to him." Looking down into her child's bright blue eyes, she gave the baby a sort of sad smile as he reached up and gently grabbed her nose. "Not everyone takes kindly to a sixteen year old with a child."
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 20, 2008 21:49:43 GMT -5
Aiden stayed still for just a little while, listening intently as the baby cried and MJ tried to soothe him. A small grin started to form on his face when he heard her start to sing a song he had wrote long ago... In all honesty, it was both she and Jordan that had given him the inspiration. Two unlikely things suddenly becoming in love with each other... One the king of the day, the other the queen of the night. Of course, he'd never tell them that. Not until [maybe] they got together. Well, if even. But it was the song he always sang to her when she was upset or troubled. From when her dad had beaten her to whenever she was confused about Jordan. Usually, he was able to calm her down at least a little bit with the song. He was glad the same effects came apon little Mikey, as well. If it did some good, that's all that mattered.
When he did stand up, and she had started talking, he smiled sheepishly at what she told him. "Nothing I haven't seen before." He joked, before rolling his eyes playfully. "I'm just kidding, kidding! Personal space is personal space. You don't have to leave the room, unless you feel more comfortable doing it somewhere else. I'll just look away." Slowly, his feet walked forward towards where she still sat, and collapsed next to her. Like he promised, he looked away as she prepared herself for Mikey's feeding, his face not blushing but definitely hot. Yeah, it was natural for a Mom to want to breast feed their kid, but if it was up to him, he'd give him milk straight from the cow. Or, er... formula? Whatever it is you buy for a baby that does not come from some woman's breast, that. It'd be less of a hassle, anyway.
As she spoke, he could barely believe anything that he was hearing. Raped?! It made his fists curl up into angry little balls of rage, and his eyes showed the exact emotion, as well. How could there be asses out there in the world that would do such a damn thing?! It was inhumane. Unjust to the max. None the less, he kept his cool and listened as she continued on about the horrid next months to pass after that. Once her story was told, he couldn't help but look over at Mikey. So innocent... It was sad that not only he wouldn't ever know his real father [for the better], but that he was created from a young woman being raped. One of the things that really surprised him was how much she could love Mikey. Even if it was a part of her, he'd grow up looking maybe a little bit like the awful man that impregnated her. How she wasn't able to put Mikey up for adoption [or she managed to not make her father do it], was beyond him. Maybe it was that motherly connection most mothers felt when they first hold their child... but Aiden knew for sure the future wasn't going to be easy.
The thought that she had thought of him first made him smile slightly. It was nice to be relied on every once in awhile. He felt special that she thought the safest place to be would be with him. In all honesty, he was surprised she hadn't chosen Jordan over him, since she did love the dude. Yet he didn't ponder on it much. What mattered was that she was here, and just experienced something no one should go through. A small sigh escaped his lips, where finally he asked, "Did you get ahold of Jordan yet? He's been worried too..."
Once she had re-situated herself, he gave her a half hug, careful of Mikey. "I'm glad I can be here for you." He told her with another grin. "Don't hesitate ever again when you're in trouble to call me, alright? I'll come. It's what friends are for, yeah?" At that, he let go and leaned up against the bed, a thoughtful look on his face. Suddenly, he jumped up once more. "I think Mom kept a box of Alice's and my old baby stuff. There might be something to put Mikey in. If you want, you can look through Alice's stuff for something to change in, too. You must be cold still... I'll get Mikey some stuff and meet you back into the room, alright?" Finally, he opened the door, glancing back and forth in the hallway just to be sure his folks hadn't returned home for whatever reason. Smirking, he stepped out... then turned back. "It's not your fault you're with child, MJ. I would've taken it fine enough. Everyone else can kiss our sass." Laughing slightly again, he walked out of the hallway and to the third floor. A small door led to a small staircase into the one tower of their attic, which he followed once he flipped on the light. Scanning the area, memories silently filled his mind of the old days. In one corner was Alice's old, broken doll house while his old cowboy stuff remained in a dusty box next to it. In the right corner was their old crib... and eureka! Box of baby clothes. Hastily he shoved things around, until he found a small, red one piece.
Grinning triumphantly, he trotted down the stairs and back into his room, where he dropped off the clothing. Aiden sighed lightly, scanning around his room for any sign of... anything. Once a drawer in the corner caught his interest, he threw it open to reveal a drawer full of candies. Automatically he took out a package of Twizzlers as well as two lollipops and shut it once more. At that, looking at the candies, he plopped down in his old space and teared open the red package where the twisted candies lay. At that, he shoved one end of one into his mouth, and began to chew. [/size][/blockquote]
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