the pretty lies, GABE

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | 359 words | OUTFIT | Notes:this is really bad x.x There was a reason Elizabeth didn’t like talking about her past. It was full of bad memories, all of which were reasons why she started drinking and taking the narcotics in the first place. She didn’t like sharing her feelings about being in the system; she didn’t like talking about her parents. And that’s why she didn’t like going to therapy. Therapy was one of the main things she was dreading at rehab, because talking about her past and her feelings always turned her into a crying, needy mess. After her therapy session was over she had bolted for the door, wanting to get away from everyone before they realized she was crying. She wanted to be alone, so she could cry for a moment before returning to her cold hearted self. She really wasn’t allowed outside much and she figured because of that no one would really be looking for there, so that’s where she went. She pushed open the door, brushing past a few level one’s that were walking inside, rolling her eyes as they muttered under their breath. She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her sleeves over her fingers. She finally let the tears slip from her eyes, realizing she was for the most part alone, and didn’t bother to brush them away. Elizabeth found herself walking towards the garden. Not many people went there so she would be mostly alone. She walked over to a large oak tree, sitting down and leaning her back against it. She closed her eyes, dragging her hand down her face, and sighed. She needed something to knock her out, just for a few hours. She needed to escape reality, just so she could feel better about herself, even for a few brief moments. She brushed her hand through her bangs that had fallen out of her bun, and sighed, wiping her tears from her cheeks. She needed to stop crying and just…be happy, or something. She needed to cheer up. She hated crying. She rubbed her eyes, pulling her legs to her chest, and sighed again. Finally she opened her eyes and looked around, taking in her surroundings.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0

[gabriel b. fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 289( TAGGED ) elizabeth ( STATUS ) complete gabe had borrowed a basketball from the gym. really. well, he'd been planning to steal it and give it back later, because he wasn't sure that they were allowed to bring basketballs outside. he'd tried to smuggle it out. one of the doctors had caught him, and gabe made up some bull story about wanting to run around and play basketball outside like he did at home. gabe was more of a soccer person, and it was probably evident to someone who knew the slightest bit about basketball, but he managed to get it outside. he bounced the ball along for a few minutes, having to scurry to catch it once in a while, because gabe was a shit basketball player. as he walked near the garden, the ball skidded away from his hand and into a nearby bush and he sighed, hurrying after it. of course, that was before he saw the gir leaning against the treel, who obviously looked upset - no, wait. she was crying. the ball was forgotten immediately. he walked closer. "hey," he said quietly. he took a seat next to her, but not too close. just in case. "are you okay?" gabe winced. that was terrible. she was crying. obviously she wasn't okay. he wished that he wasn't so shit at comforting people. cheering people up? well, he had an array of jokes and stories (some of which he'd found online but would never admit to anyone) that he thought were funny. (no comment if anyone else thought his jokes and stories were funny.) but comforting people? ha. ha. ha. he took another stab at it. "i mean ... you don't, um ... do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction?" in which gabe is awks.

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | 322 words | OUTFIT | Notes:d’aww so cute and awkward [/style][style=width: 180px; height: 305px; padding: 5px; border: #414141 5px solid; background-color: #909090; float: right; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #000000; overflow: auto; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial narrow; text-align: justify;]Elizabeth never really liked being alone. She liked being around people, even if she wasn’t talking to any of them. When she was on her own, she felt alone and lonely, and she hated feeling like that more than anything. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees into her chest. She rested her chin on top of her knees and closed her eyes, trying to block out everything around her. It didn’t work at first. She could still here the wind in the trees and the occasional birds chirping, which she didn’t really mind, but she would have preferred total silence. She realized her room would’ve been a better place to be, considering she wouldn’t have to worry about random people coming up and asking if she was alright, but her therapist or another orderly might come to check on her there and she didn’t want that. She pulled her sleeves down over her finger tips and wiped under her eyes, sighing slowly. A boy walked up then, probably around her age, or maybe not. She was bad with things like that. She looked up as he sat down, biting her lip gently. She didn’t want to be mean and tell him to go away, especially since she really didn’t want to be alone right now. She glanced over to him, sniffling softly and wiping at her eyes. He seemed like he was being sincere enough, so she wouldn’t tell him to leave. ”Not really.” She mumbled softly, chewing on her lower lip. She pulled at the end of her sleeve, playing with the loose threads and tugging on them slightly. She stretched her legs out in front of her, crossing her legs at the ankles, and shook her head slowly. ”I’m not a big fan of talking about my problems, so a distraction would be great.” Something to cheer her up was exactly what she needed right now.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0

[gabriel b. fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 260( TAGGED ) elizabeth ( STATUS ) complete the girl glanced at him and fidgeted with her clothes. she said she needed a distraction, so gabe searched his mind for something funny and ended up reverting to his default joke (he was surprised that everyone hadn't heard of it, by the way he'd been spreading it around). "okay," he said, thinking. "i apologize in advance if this is, like, really corny or really bad - which it probably is, but random joke. a blind man walks into a bar."he he paused, and then continued. "...and a table, and a chair." gabe grinned at her. it was probably a really bad joke, but hopefully the corniness of it might be at least a little funny. at least, it worked with crowds. "i'm gabe," he said, wondering what to say next. normally, the introductions around here tended to veer more towards "what are you here for" than anything else. a particular joke was "what are you in for", like prison, which was kind of unfair, because this wasn't prison. gabe definitely didn't like it here, but he thought it was a hell of a lot better than prison. anyways, the faster he "got better" the faster he could get out of here and return to his life. and his video games. but at least he was meeting some really nice people here. whoa, whoa, whoa. what were you going to ask her again? damn you, adhd. "so, um, yeah. i'm weird and i tell bad jokes, among many, many other things. what about you?" in meh.

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | 227 words | OUTFIT | Notes:d’aww so cute and awkward [/style][style=width: 180px; height: 305px; padding: 5px; border: #414141 5px solid; background-color: #909090; float: right; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #000000; overflow: auto; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial narrow; text-align: justify;]Elizabeth never really liked corny jokes. She thought they were, well, corny, and they weren’t very funny. But something about the way he told the joke, how he really seemed to be trying to cheer her up, made her laugh. It wasn’t a loud laugh, more like a chuckle, a very soft chuckle, but it was a laugh. She smiled softly, shaking her head. ”Good one. Did you come up with that all on your own?” She arched her eyebrow, smirking teasingly. It was actually pretty funny….very corny though. Very, very corny. She pushed a stray piece of hair from her eyes and behind her ear, brushing a random bug that had crawled onto her leg back into the grass, before looking up to him. ”I’m Elizabeth. Nice to meet you, Gabe.” She was used to introducing herself with her addiction, or how long she’d been there. It was refreshing just having a nice conversation that didn’t include rehab. She nodded slightly, letting her head fall back against the trunk of the tree. The bark poked her back through her sweater, and she shifted to get more comfortable. ”I’m quiet, and I like to read, and that’s basically it.” She nodded, smiling faintly. ”Your jokes aren’t bad, they’re just corny. Very corny, but not bad.” She chuckled again lightly and nodded before chewing on her lower lip.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0

[gabriel b. fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 255( TAGGED ) elizabeth ( STATUS ) complete she laughed (though rather softly), which was great. gabe loved making people laugh. it made him feel better, so it was a bonus for both people. "actually, i didn't," gabe admitted when she asked if he'd come up with the joke. usually he said yes, and that brought on multiple face-palms from his friends, and groans from everyone else who did not know the culture of the internet. "i actually got it from the internet. you won't believe how funny tumblr is at night." she introduced herself as elizabeth. elizabeth looked relieved that he hadn't decided to ask about disorders and/or addictions like every single other person here and quickly went on to say a couple things about herself and gabe's jokes. he laughed. "i know my jokes are corny. i have this reputation at school for being, like, i don't know, but i'm pretty sure my teachers hate me for trying to disrupt the class with random stories. my friends don't know this, but i tend to steal jokes from the internet and my friends think i'm a comedic genius." he paused and sighed. gabe really had to stop stealing jokes from various websites and start making up his own. he'd gotten lazy after his dad had died. "actually, that's from the internet too, so i am obviously not a comedic genius. anyways, i talk a lot, as you may or may not have noticed, and i'm too impatient to read. but, ah, what are your favorite books, then?" i can't write long posts anymore *sigh*

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | 378 words | OUTFIT | Notes:~~~~~ [/style][style=width: 180px; height: 305px; padding: 5px; border: #414141 5px solid; background-color: #909090; float: right; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #000000; overflow: auto; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial narrow; text-align: justify;]This was probably one of the only conversations Elizabeth has had since she got here that didn’t involve rehab or why she was there or something along those lines. It was nice, being able to talk about something other than her problems and why she got them and things of that nature. She chuckled as he admitted he got the joke off the internet and nodding slightly. She wasn’t surprised – not because she thought he wasn’t funny, just most jokes that people told weren’t totally original. ”How do you know it was meant to be a joke then? What if it was just a really sad story about a blind guy walking into a bar and a table and a chair?” She smirked and slowly shrugged, shaking her head. It was possible that it was a depressing story someone turned into a joke. Elizabeth smiled softly, shaking her head. ”My teachers hated me for a whole other reason.” She didn’t exactly have a good reputation at school, but that didn’t matter to her. She was uprooted and transferred to different schools so often, it didn’t matter what people thought of her, when she knew she’d be taken to a new home and therefore a new school probably the next month or so. ”Everyone steals jokes from the internet. People may lie and say they don’t, but they do.” It was true, people rarely did come up with their own jokes. She shrugged and ran her hand through her hair, shifting so she was facing him more, and smiling faintly up at him, her problems momentarily forgotten. ”I think you’re funny enough to be able to come up with jokes on your own.” She nodded, chuckling lightly. ”You do talk a lot, but that’s okay, I don’t mind. I like it. My favorite books though…Jane Eyre, any of the Harry Potter series, To Kill a Mockingbird, Animal Farm, Wuthering Heights, Lord of the Flies, and Pride and Prejudice. Those are only a few of my favorites, I like a lot of books.” Elizabeth read constantly since she got here. It was her way of getting things from back home – her addiction, her abusive foster parents, her living situation – off her mind, even for just a brief amount of time.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0

[gabriel b. fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 396( TAGGED ) elizabeth ( STATUS ) complete elizabeth questioned the joke, which was actually funny. she smirked, and gabe laughed. "well, it could be a sad story about a blind man who walked into a bar and a table and a chair, but i laughed. schadenfreude." he grinned and shook his head. so if gabe's teachers hated him for disrupting the class with stories, elizabeth's apparently hated her for an entirely different reason. gabe didn't question what it was. there were teachers that loved (or pretend to love) every student in the class and students that clearly hated every student in the class. it all depended. gabe agreed with the fact everyone stole jokes - so what if he'd creeped a few people from school out by standing in line behind them, unbeknownst, and sending them facebook messages? it was a funny story to tell and they deserved to know that there wasn't a stalker. however, stories like sleep-shopping? gabe had watched interviews online and the funny part about that story was that it was stolen. he leaned against the tree. elizabeth told gabe he was funny enough to come up with jokes on his own, smiling, and gabe laughed. "maybe sometimes. there are times i just have to steal from the internet, and some jokes that i just have to use." gabe shrugged. "i did make up this really weird joke about elmo and acting for a kid i was babysitting, though." a list of elizabeth's favorite books were laid out. gabe had only heard of most of them before. of course he'd read some harry potter books - after the third one, he'd decided to stick to films. "so the classics, right? i haven't read any of those ... i tried reading the harry potter series but when i went to take out the goblet of fire i took one look at the book and walked right out of the library. and the fifth one could be a brick." he laughed. "i am not a person who can sit down and read. i like movies better. and some video games." he smiled at elizabeth, but he was thinking about those few games and movies on his shelf that would stay untouched. gabe had a somewhat active imagination, and all those war games would set his mind wandering about how his father had died - and that was the last thing he wanted. rambly

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | 303 words | OUTFIT | Notes:blehh This wasn’t normal for Elizabeth. She never shared a laugh with someone. She usually brushed them off or pushed them away or simply ignored them, never joked or had witty banter with them. She chuckled nonetheless. ”What if it was a sad story though? That means you laughed at that poor man’s pain.” She smirked. She missed being able to have a good laugh with someone, not something that was forced but an actual, real laugh. Normally she had to force her happiness, to make it seem she was getting better to the orderlies that hung around. But she was pretty happy in this moment, and didn’t have to fake. It felt good to be happy again. Elizabeth smiled, and shook her head slowly. Her head rested back against the trunk of the tree, and she brushed her bangs from her eyes. ”That sounds like a pretty interesting joke. Did it make the kid laugh?” She arched her eyebrow. Anyone could make up a joke, but it all depending on if it was good or not. She laughed softly and nodded. ”Yah I get that a lot. Not many people like reading long books. I prefer long books though; I like something I can really get into.” Reading was Elizabeth’s favorite thing to do, besides drinking and popping pills of course. And sex. ”I used to never like reading, but then I picked up a book and fell in love with it, and I’ve been reading constantly ever since. I like movies too though, and video games.” Elizabeth used to play video games all the time with her friends from home, it was a lot of fun to get high, grab as much food as possible and sneak into the arcade at their mall and just play until they ran out of money.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0

[gabriel b. fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 296( TAGGED ) elizabeth ( STATUS ) complete gabe reached down to scratch his knee. "well, everyone ends up laughing at another person's pain sometime in their life. there are whole tv shows centered around it." he coughed, attempting to try to spit out "america's funniest home videos" in one go, but it didn't work. "america's funniest home videos," he said, shaking his head. "when you watch it, it's the most hilarious fucking thing ever - and then you realize that most of the time these guys must have been weeping with pain when it was recorded." he'd come to that mind-blowing realization a few years ago and had spent the following week walking around in a stupor. "yeah, it made the kid laugh," said gabe. "though, to be fair, the kid was in love with elmo and she'd probably laugh at the mention of him." gabe had no idea how a person could read a long book. he'd barely made it past 1984 when he'd had to read it and even then most of it had gone right past his head. the hunger games was one that he could read, but it was slow-going. gabe was not a good reader. "i wish i was like you," said gabe. he sighed. "drown myself in books, not crazy weird stuff that goes on in my brain." he shook his head and smiled. "well, not really. but you get what i mean." or at least gabe hoped she did. he felt like his mind was jumping around from place to place again. it did that a lot, with his adhd and bipolar disorder. the mood swings were terrible. he was sure he was in the middle of a normal-ish mood right now, which was great. gabe wasn't looking forwards to getting triggered and going the toher way. - - - -

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | idek words | OUTFIT | Notes:blehh Elizabeth laughed softly and nodded. He did have a point there. Everyone laughed at someone else's pain at least once in their life. "That's true...people's pain is pretty funny, as mean as that is." She chuckled, and brushed the hair away from her eyes. "I feel bad for laughing at those videos but they are really funny...Oh well, if they weren't okay with people laughing at their pain, they wouldn't have sent their video in." She nodded. She wouldn't be okay with people laughing at an embarrassing accident like that if it happened to her, so she definitely would not be sending any video of her's into America's Funniest Home Videos. "That's still cute that you took the time to make something like that up." She smiled over at him, nodding. Did she just call that cute? She really was changing. She sighed softly, pulling at the sleeve of her sweater, and shook her head. If Elizabeth could really get into a book, she could easily ignore the world around her. All she needed was a place where no one would be talking to her, with background noise, where she could focus, and she was out of it, completely lost in the literature. "Not many people can focus on a book like that, but i love to read. Sometimes I wish I had something going on in my brain, because then it could distract me when I had nothing to do." She nodded, and chuckled lightly. If she didn't have something occupy her attention, she was very bored and had to do something.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0

[gabriel b. fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 356( TAGGED ) elizabeth ( STATUS ) complete gabe nodded. he hadn't even realized he was laughing at people's pain and failures until he'd taken time to think about it. the bad thing was that it had been one of the few things to cheer him up after his father had died. he was really taking pleasure in other people's pain. but gabe didn't really feel guilty. as elizabeth had pointed out, they wouldn't have sent it in if they weren't okay with it. and the people that won grand prizes or whatever - well, of course they had to be okay with it. "yeah," gabe agreed. "that would kind of suck though. your face gets famous on the internet or tv because of some dumb thing you did when you were a kid, or just because you took risks." he thought about all the stupid things he had ever done. "i mean, i'd be fine with sending some of my stupid stuff in, but if someone put my video up on there without my permission ... well, it wouldn't be pretty." he grinned. it was lucky none of his friends would actually do that. gabe was sort of what his friend jenna would call a camera whore and there were loads of pictures and videos of him doing stupid stuff. and then elizabeth said that what he'd done for the kid was cute. wait. cute? did she just call him cute? gabe had to fight back a big grin, opting for a smile at her instead. he wasn't called that often. she said she wanted something going on in her brain to distract her. gabe shrugged. distraction was good, but a lot of it was bad. "no, you don't," gabe said. "i mean, i have adhd. so i basically get distracted by everything. it's really weird, actually. i have actually gone off chasing butterflies and can be utterly fascinated by the most ordinary of things." he laughed. "i dunno if it's just me or not but i get bored really easily. like, that's why i can't read. i have the attention span of a goldfish." or was it memory? gabe couldn't really remember. whoops. - - - -

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | 342 words | OUTFIT | Notes:~~~~~ [/style][style=width: 180px; height: 305px; padding: 5px; border: #414141 5px solid; background-color: #909090; float: right; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #000000; overflow: auto; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial narrow; text-align: justify;]Elizabeth chuckled, nodding slowly, agreeing with him. ”Yah that would suck. I’d hate to just be like, walking around and have someone stop me and ask ‘hey, were you that kid that did such and such on america’s funniest home videos?” She shook her head, pushing her hair from her eyes. ”If someone sent in one of my videos, I would be so pissed. Whoever sent it in would not here the end of it.” She chuckled. Elizabeth was one of those people that didn’t like to be embarrassed and wasn’t able to just laugh it off if she was. She got blushy and upset and mad, and it was not a pretty sight. All of her friends from back home knew she wasn’t able to laugh off embarrassment like most people could, so they knew not to take embarrassing videos or pictures of her. At least, she hoped they knew not to do that. Elizabeth watched Gabe smile at her comment and a light blush crossed her cheeks. She looked away, chewing on her lower lip. She hated blushing, and usually she didn’t get embarrassed from a simple comment like this. She was glad he didn’t say anything about it, or else her whole face would’ve turned scarlet. She looked back when the color of her cheeks returned to normal, and laughed softly. ”I think it’d be fun to be distracted by butterflies, or anything really. That way, when my teachers catch me not paying attention I can just blame it on being so easily distracted.” She nodded, smiling softly up at him. ”Before I got here, I only read on occasion. Now, all I do is read. It’s a really good distraction from this place and why I’m here.” She nodded, sighing slowly. She didn’t want to mention why he was here, because he seemed so normal, while she was off every night drinking until she ached and popping pills to escape the awful reality she lived in. She was fucked up, that was the only way to put it.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0

[gabriel b. fletcher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 461( TAGGED ) elizabeth ( STATUS ) complete gabe nodded slowly. if someone did send it in... "like, for me, they would see the end of it. the end of everything they've ever known." he faked an eveil laugh, with the hands and everything. okay, so maybe gabe was overdoing it. he was a dramatic person back at school. he was shoved into the drama department his first year of high school. it had been the school musical, but it turned out gabe was absolutely terrible at singing and he didn't want to audition for a play (because musicals looked more fun to him). so he'd quit the drama department and stuck to sports instead. "yeah. well, anyways. he grinned; plans were forming in his head. then he sighed. that would be too mean. or he could just fake the fact he'd sent it in... he noticed a faint blush spread across elizabeth's face. that was cute, but gabe didn't vocalize it. he leaned against the tree, picking at the frayed thread of his jeans. she looked back at him and laughed, saying about how she'd want to be distracted by butterflies. or anything. "actually, if teachers don't know they can be real dicks to you," gabe said. he sighed. "i got called stupid by a teacher once. no joke. of course, that was before they looked at my file. and i don't know, everything is interesting except what the teacher is saying." he grinned at her. "well, distractions are good. i mean, sometimes they are. mostly i use video games and people and attempting to be funny to distract me from my brain and all the shit it wants to do to me." he paused momentarily. "i hate my brain, and meds, and all that stuff." and it wasn't like gabe wanted to go batshit crazy. maybe he was building up to it before his dad died, or whatever his therapist had said before he came here. gabe knew people had it a lot worse than him - after all, he was only a level one. in the weeks that he'd been here he'd seen alcohol and drug addicts and self-harmers and many other things that gabe wouldn't wish on anyone. okay, so maybe gabe had tried a few things to distract himself, but it had never worked for him - what he'd said to elizabeth was the best coping strategies. he'd never had to do drugs or cut or get addicted to anything to distract himself, and he was glad for that. gabe couldn't help but be curious about why elizabeth was here. it wasn't really something he wanted to ask but he wondered. he managed to stop himself from asking just in time, and shook his head. "i feel like i'm complaining too much. sorry." ramble ramble ramble

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: GABE&JESS | 360 words | OUTFIT | Notes:blehh Elizabeth watched Gabe as he gave an evil laughed, and smirked softly, letting out a laugh. ”Same. There would definitely be some evil schemes.” She let out another laugh, and shook her head. ”Hopefully nothing embarrassing that happens to me will get caught on tape so nothing can be sent in.” She smirked up at him, nodding. Elizabeth’s smirk melded into a small frown, and she sighed. ”That’s horrible. I would’ve punched a teacher in the nose if they called me stupid. The statement is true but it’s mean to point it out.” She let out a short chuckle, and shook her head. ”Teachers are usually always boring. There are scarcely ever any interesting teachers. I know I’ve never had one.” She shrugged, pulling her sleeves over the tip of her fingers. Interesting teachers were very hard to come by. Usually they droned on and on, which is why Elizabeth nearly always fell asleep in her classes. There was this one teacher, back in her eighth grade history class, who always made class much more entertaining then she thought it could be, but she moved halfway through the year after being transferred to a new foster family in Queens from the Bronx. And it turns out he had retired after that year. Elizabeth really wished she wasn’t so addicted to the narcotics and the alcohol, but her body was dependent on the high now. She was nearly constantly in pain because of the withdrawal and would give anything for a couple of pain pills, or even just a cigarette. She wasn’t entirely addicted to them, but it would calm her down enough and distract her for a moment from her addiction, something she needed greatly. She shook her head, and smiled up at him. ”You’re not, don’t worry. You’re distracting me, which is exactly what I wanted.” She nodded, brushing her hair from her eyes. She wasn’t crying anymore, and although she still definitely remembered why she had started crying in the first place, she wasn’t as sad about it. She tugged the ends of her shorts down as she straightened her legs out, folding her hands in her lap.

Template by FOREST @ CAUTION 2.0