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Post by kelley patrick gaston on Jan 31, 2010 11:04:44 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad [/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font] "fuck.... god... fuck." kelley's vocabular was limited to those three words. as he paced the hallway, he ran a hand through his hair, momentarily forgetting about the stitches in his head. hissing slightly as his hand brushed up against the fairly new stitches, he looked at his left hand, which was now wrapped in a nice blue cast. fucking hell. god definitely wanted to punish him. but god had to hurt dayna and addie while punishing him? this was just too much, sitting down in one of those plastic seats, he sighed, resting the good side of his head against his good hand. that morning had started out so perfectly too. kelley, dayna, and addie had decided they needed a day to themselves. so, early that morning, kelley had gotten up, packed a lunch ( though he was sure lunchables and juice boxes didn't count as too much of a lunch, but hey, it worked right? ), and had gotten himself ready. he was rather excited. the last few weeks, he had needed this. he had been in the worse moods ever, and he just needed a chance for him to get away. the band had been going through hell right now; he had been forced to play guitar for the live shows since his no good ex-best friend had quit the band.
no matter how much he denied it, he wondered how garret was doing. sure, kelley still was mad at him with every fiber of his six foot two a hundred and thirty seven frame body, but hell, the kid had been his best friend since he was ten. you just couldn't stop caring about someone you've known for that long. it was just not possible. hence why kelley, as he had woken up dayna and started getting her ready, had been wondering how he had been. since he quit the band a few weeks back, the band hadn't been the same. the rehersals before the shows were awkward. there just wasn't much energy anymore. he was sure the whole band pretty much blamed him for what happened. even benji. though none of them said a thing, kelley knew that they blamed him, there was no doubt in his mind. sure, he was probably feeling guilty having said half those things to garret, but still. they had to be said. kelley wasn't willing to let his best friend fuck up what he finally had after four years of wishing.
so. those events were the ones that led up to this. being in a hospital. what the fuck, why was ite very time kelley needed a break from something everything fucking blew up in his face. sure most of the time it wan't a car accident, but still! he and addie were fine, at least he hoped addie was fine. she had gotten out pretty unscathed too, which was great. but she was shaken up pretty bad, kelley knew that. he had already talked to her and apologized so many times that he was sure he would still be saying sorry when she was married with two kids in ten years. but even though he was worried as hell about addie being okay, dayna was the one he was worried about. the doctors had said she would be fine, that she just needed to be cleaned up a bit. nothing but a few cuts on her leg that they were patching up. apparently one of them had needed just a small amount of stitches. that was no comfort whatsoever. what two year old needed stitched because their father was a stupid asshole?
though he was sure this could not be fully blamed on him. they had been driving into sacramento, and they were making good time and everything. they were at a red light, kelley and addie were laughing about something dayna was talking about. something about spongebob, he was certain, as the yellow sponge was her obsession of the month. anyways, dayna had been talking about his latest antics when the light had changed green. kelley had hit the accelerator, and had gone like, ten miles an hour when some idiot had ran a redlight on his left and crashed into his side of the fucking car. sure, kelley had accidents before, but still. this one had caught him majorly off guard. the first thing he had done the minute he'd felt the impact was turn his head towards dayna to make sure she was still buckled into her car seat tightly. thank god she was. course, turning his head was the reason that one of the pieces of glass that had shattered scratched him right above the eye. fucking asshole.
the rest of the accident went by in a blur. addie had called an ambulence while kelley was flipping shit on the driver before realizing that dayna had been in the car. right then, he was sure that his mental sanity had left him. he'd ran towards the car, practically crashing into the door, and pulled it open to try and pull her out of her seat. thank god she hadn't been hurt badly. she was bleeding from the leg, and her crying just wasn't helping him. he picked her up, disregarding the fact that his left arm felt broken. he just held her and tried to get her to stop crying, at the same time triyng to find something to stop the bleeding with. he had to settle with ripping a part of his shirt off and holding it to her leg as they waited for that fucking ambulence to come.
that was almost two hours ago. kelley was still sitting in those fucking plastic seats waiting for the doctor to come out and tell him that his dayna was all right. he had been so close to just leaving the hospital and finding that asshole that had hit his car. fucking ass, didn't he know better than to drive drunk? well... he was only about kelley's age, and kelley was dead certain that had kelley been the old kelley he would have been just as stupid to go around driving drunk. sighing, he leaned back in the seat, staring down at the blue cast now on his arm. six weeks, really. he'd have to go around six weeks with a fucking blue cast, and stitches in his head for at least two weeks, maybe three. fucking glass.... kelley was sure by that point in time every single thing in that world now had the word 'fucking' in front of it. he was dead certain.
standing up, he paced a bit more, ready to kick a wall. why the hell were they taking so long? they said only about six stitches. it should not have taken so long. sighing, he turned on his heel, pacing in the other direction, glancing up to see if addie was back. she'd gone off a bit to make a few phone calls. spotting a figure walking towards him, he figured it was addie, and was about to say her name when he noticed the figure was too tall, and certianly not his adorable little sister. seeing garret here at the hospital in sacramento was the last thing that kelley needed. just to top this perfect fucking day. "what the hell are you doing here." he said. he was sure those were the same words kelley had used on dayna's birthday, he couldn't be sure anymore. all he knew was that right now seeing the fucking asshole was making him want to make his left arm even worse by shoving it into his gut.
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Post by garret lee dublin on Jan 31, 2010 14:07:04 GMT -5
and as the hands are spinning t h e y ' r e w a v i n g y o u g o o d b y e
Ireland fucking sucked. No doubt about it. Having to listen to everyone talk in their fucking heavy Irish accents to where normal people could barely understand what exactly was going on and being said. Maybe it was just because Garret never really spent anytime in Ireland. His first few years of birth, and then one summer when he managed to drag Kelley and Benny along with him the summer that Grace had broken up with him was. Of course, when Garret had contacted his father two weeks ago to ask him if he could come live with him, his father had been thrilled. He had never liked the idea of Garret growing up in America at all. His father rather despised that place, though Garret figured it was mainly because that’s where his mother had been from. That and the fact that the last time he had visited, he was high about fifty percent of the time. Regardless of that fact, Patrick Dublin had agreed to let his son live with him under the pretenses that he work at his bar, and stay off the drugs. Well, the first demand was no problem for Garret, there weren’t any other people he could ever imagine being in a band with, and really, who wanted to start a band in Ireland anyway? So working at the bar was his only way of income. The second demand however was a no go. After all, it was the reason he had ran away from everyone. His two best friends of ten years, his might as well be little sister, Parker, Riley, Brae, Kylie, everyone. And the one who hurt the most, and would probably never forgive him, Ace. He didn’t even want to allow himself to think about Grace.
He couldn’t really believe that his entire life had been fucked up in a matter of hours. It really did hurt him to think that he had basically lost all of his friends. He doubted that Kelley would ever speak to him again. It was expected. After all, the roles had just been reversed from years ago. Years ago it was Kelley who got back on drugs after Dayna’s death, and Garret had been begging him to stop and be a father to his daughter. Of course, Kelley did exactly what Garret was doing now, ignoring everything everyone was trying to tell him. Though of course, his heart and love for his Dayna resulted in him giving in, and finally deciding that baby Dayna was worth more than what he was doing. It wasn’t that Garret didn’t think that Grace and the band wasn’t worth giving up drugs, he knew that they were, it just….it was easier said than done. He had tried, he really had. He’d flushed all of his stuff, and even tried to get his friend Noah to go clean as well, but when that had fell through, so did his will to do it. He had started thinking if Noah couldn’t do it, neither could he, he wasn’t any stronger than Noah was. What really made him think that he could actually give up drugs? So he had gone weak, and started back in.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Kelley hadn’t had flipped out on him and threatened to tell Grace. Really, what kind of friend does that? A very shitty one indeed. So Garret had gotten pissed, and after about an hour of conversation, the two decided that their friendship needed to end, and with that came Garret telling Kelley that maybe All For Dayna should look into finding another Lead Guitarist and back up vocalist. Of course, it stung a little when Kelley agreed, and that had been the end of the conversation. The rest of the night had been Benjamin trying to talk him out of it, and basically telling him to fuck off and not talk to him again, and Addy taking things personally and saying that he was leaving her, and then her not talking to him. It had ended with Brae telling him that it was shitty to leave Grace with out an explanation, so Garret had called when he knew she wouldn’t answer, and left her a voice mail telling her that he was a weak person, and couldn’t stay away from drugs, he loved her, but was no good for her, and she wouldn’t have to worry about him making her sad and miserable anymore. She had tried calling him once, but he hadn’t let her talk, he had instantly told her that he knew t hat she hated him and there was no need for her to tell him so, and that she need not worry, because he never planned on coming back so she wouldn’t have to see him. He hung up without giving her a chance to say anything at all. She hadn’t tried to call since.
In fact, no one really had. Parker a time or two. And Riley had actually gotten to talk to Garret. It was funny how usually these two were playfully picking at each other, but now, now Riley was the only contact with his old life that Garret had. He had been calling Riley, asking how people were doing, and making him swear he wouldn’t tell a soul that he was doing so. He wanted to make people believe that he didn’t care about them, so that maybe they would just stay pissed at him and never give him a second thought. It was easier for him, knowing that they hated him and didn’t want him back, then him knowing that they were sad and or miserable with out him. He was glad to know that the band was still playing their shows, and that Kelley had just had to start playing his guitar parts and Benji and Parker had both had to sing his back up parts. He did feel better knowing that the band was still in good shape with out him.
He had vowed to never set foot in L.A. ever again, but yet, here he was, making his way off an airplane with just a his wallet and a plane ticket back to Ireland later that day. Why was he here you may wonder? Well, two weeks away from everyone was extremely hard, especially without McDuff. So after practically begging his father, he had finally agreed that Garret could have someone send McDuff to them. Well, the problem was Riley was the only one who Garret was talking to. So he decided to just go get McDuff himself. Plus, he needed to tell Mason that he could have his apartment, and just pick up the payments, as Garret always paid months in advance, so the apartment was paid for another three months anyway, some one might as well use it, right? Right. He had texted Noah that he was in to get his dog and he was sorry that he couldn’t let him keep Mcduff, though Noah seemed relieved. It appeared that neither one of them much enjoyed the others company, and it was a constant fight between the two. He planned to pick him up when he knew that Winter Pursuit had the recording studio, that way he wouldn’t have to face Noah, Winter, or Kenzie. After all, that would delay him, and he wouldn’t want to miss his flight.
He was lucky that for some reason, no one had towed his car from the airport parking lot. This meant he didn’t have to waste money renting a car to drive around for the day. The first thing he had done was pick up McDuff, then head over to his apartment to write Mason a note and leave his key. Once all of that was done, he realized he still had about four hours to waste before his plane left again. He decided that it was time to go see Grace. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, but he knew that he needed to see her face to face one last time. He drove in silence all the way over there. He wasn’t sure what to do, or say when he reached her door. Just about as he was getting ready to knock on the door, his phone rang. Addy was calling him. Well this was certainly unexpected, he took a step away from the door and answered it. “Hello?” Whatever Addy was saying, it wasn’t towards Garret. She was apparently telling Kelley how to get somewhere in Sacramento. Well, wasn’t that nice. Clearly they were over him. As much as it hurt to hear them all talking, he could help but smile when he heard Dayna jabbering in the back about spongebob. God he missed that kid. He was about to hang up the phone, as clearly he was butt dialed, when he heard the car crash and Dayna wailing. “FUCK!”
[/color] he cried loudly shutting the phone. Grabbing McDuff, Garret took off towards his car and started speeding towards Sacramento. Why did it take six fucking hours to get there? Why did there have to be ten fucking major hospitals in Sacramento? He had been to three already, and they had no signs of Kelley Addy or Dayna Gaston ever being there. They could all be dead by now, and Garret would never get to tell them how much they all meant to him…well, Addy and Dayna anyway. He was still sore about Kelley, and couldn’t admit it to himself that he fucking missed the kid like crazy, and was miserable that he didn’t have his best friend. When he finally pulled into the fourth hospital, he cracked the windows so McDuff could breathe, and all but sprinted into the ER. He slowed down as a nurse shot him a look and asked him where the fire was. Shouldn’t nurses be more sympathetic, people usually died in ERs, maybe he had a reason to run. Nevertheless, not wanting to risk getting thrown out, Garret slowed down to a walk as he entered the waiting room for the ER. He glanced around, looking for a doctor so he could ask about them, when he saw Kelley pacing back in forth…just Kelley. Where the fuck was his Addy and Dayna? He felt himself get choked up a little bit. What if they were on their fucking death beds? He didn’t see a nurse or doctor anywhere, so his only choice was to go to Kelley himself and try and get some information. With a defeated sigh, he slowly walked over there. What the hell are you doing here. Wow, those were the exact words that Kelley had said to him when Garret had kidnapped him on Dayna’s birthday. “Look, Addy apparently butt dialed me a while back, and I heard the crash and I raced over here. I have already been to three fucking hospitals looking for you, can you please just tell me if Addy and Dayna are okay. I just need to know that they are alright.”[/color] Garret said, sighing, trying to catch his breath and control his emotions. He couldn’t fucking cry. Tears were for fucking pansies. tagRini <3/Kelley<3, eventually Katie <3/Addy<3 words1867 outfitImagination people! notesNot really great. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/center]
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Post by adelaine noel gaston on Feb 1, 2010 15:11:48 GMT -5
KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE GROUND ,[/color] WHEN YOUR HEAD IS IN THE CLOUDS.[/center] your leg is broken in two different places, and you're going to have to take it easy for about two months in order for it to heal properly. for anyone who wasn't adelaine gaston, these words might have been reassuring or somewhat soothing. but all she could think of was being restricted to a wheelchair for two months. which of course meant no dancing. and despite the fact she should have been worrying about her brother and dayna, all she could think of how she was probably never going to dance the same. which of course made her realize how incredibly selfish she was being, so she merely wiped the tears that had been falling from her eyes before looking down at the phone, seeing as her mother was calling back. addy looked around the room, hating how cold and empty it was before picking up the phone and reassuring her worried mother that her son and daughter were fine, as well as her granddaughter. her worried mother rambled, flooding her with questions asking if she was alright and how she was feeling. adelaine cleared her throat, pushing away the tears before reassuring her mother she was fine and that she would be okay. sure, her body would heal, but without being able to dance, she didn't know if her soul would heal. she zoned out slightly before hearing her mother say her goodbye. "bye mommah, love you too." she said quietly before she hung up and put the phone back in her lap. she had already made many phone calls to panicked friends and family, and telling people what had happened became draining; mostly because the images were still in her mind, making her cringe as her mind replayed the scene over and over again.
it was their day off. kelley had invited adelaine to come spend the day with him and dayna. and of course she took the invitation; she was tired of moping around all the time. things just hadn't been the same since garret - her unofficial big brother in all aspects - had taken off to ireland a few weeks ago. everyone in all for dayna hadn't exactly been the same since their friend's departure, really. and it killed addy to see everyone so sad. even the fans could tell the music wasn't the same. even if kelley had taken over the guitar parts and the other boys taking over the vocalist parts. the music was just ...lacking. there was no fire behind the lyrics anymore, and with every show that was performed, addy felt herself getting closer and closer to calling garret and begging him to come back. she had already tried talking to him, shamelessly trying to guilt him into coming back, where his family needed him. where she needed him. but none of it had worked, resulting in adelaine moping around - not on purpose of course - not even bothering to dance for a while. she just couldn't get into it anymore. but once the invitation of getting away came up, she took it gratefully, knowing how her family probably needed this bonding time. well, what was left of her family. and she could honestly say that she was excited for something, which was a first ever since garret had left due to his weaknesses. but as angry as she acted towards him, she didn't really hold anything against him. and as she sat in the car with her brother and niece, her mind kept wandering back to him, wondering how he was doing.
the day was beautiful, and the trip was going well. dayna was rambling about spongebob, and the two adults were laughing happily at her, just letting go of all the stress and heartache to take time for themselves; for dayna. the only thing that was hindering the day was the conversation going on between her and derek. he had come out of nowhere, making conversation with her as if he had never broken her heart. and she shamelessly texted him back, adoring the way he called her baby and love. just like he had used to. but as time went on, addy felt him starting to wiggle his way back into her life again, and out of panic she stopped talking to him and shoved the phone into her back pocket. there was no way she was going to let him ruin today. he had already ruined enough. and as quickly as he had entered her mind, she pushed him out, distracting herself with keeping dayna entertained. as the two girls argued who was funnier - patrick or spongebob - adelaine found herself laughing along with her brother, grateful for dayna. she was a blessing in so many ways. whether she knew it or not. but that happy moment was shattered when a drunk driver crashed into the passenger side of the car, surprising everyone. addy felt a sharp pain in her right leg but ignored it as she listened to dayna scream bloody murder and her brother's vicious voice cutting through the too quiet july air - he was yelling, but she couldn't exactly understand him. thinking quickly, she pulled out her phone, noticing that it had called garret. but she ignored it, figuring that it wasn't exactly all that important at the moment. it didn't take long to get an ambulance to come, and she slowly crawled out of the passenger side window, seeing as the door was crushed closed. she had just gotten out when she looked over, watching her brother panic slightly as he wrapped dayna's wounds. and as nonreligious as adelaine was, she sent a silent prayer up to whoever was listening that the little girl would be okay.
the rest of the accident was rather fuzzy, and all she could remember was the doctor waking her up to give her the bad news. but as she started to ask about her brother and dayna, he gave her little to no answer, making a small sprit of panic spike through her. they looked alright when they got picked up, so shouldn't they still be alright? she hadn't really checked on them because she automatically assumed they were alright. that's what she had been telling everyone; reassuring them that they were all okay. but what if they weren't? what if she had just assumed wrong? her eyes looked up from her phone and around the room in a somewhat panicked manner, and she bit her lip as she decided it would be best to find things out for herself; seeing as no one else was going to inform her on the status of her loved ones. so as quickly as she could, she reached down, wincing as her arms ached with each movement. but she grasped the wheels in her hands and started to push herself out of her room and down the hallway. addy was going as fast as she could, but as she closed in on where she thought dayna's room was. after all, she had heard the shushed rumors of the doctors while they were putting on her cast. and as the pain relievers wore off, she started to listen into their conversations, grateful that they had in fact mentioned dayna's room number. she made her way down the hallway, hating how people just seemed to stare at the red cast on her right leg, which was too bright for her taste. but she ignored them with ease, her minds only on dayna and her brother. were they okay? did they get off easily like she did? and as she made her way down the hall way, she saw two familiar figures talking - if you could call it that - to each other, whom she soon realized to be kelley and garret. without thinking, she went faster, rolling up and looking over at garret with an odd, rather surprised look on his face. what was he doing here? and why wasn't he in ireland? her face portrayed her confusion before she finally cut in, hearing the fact that garret was on the verge of tears. the fact that he seemed so worried really touched her, and she could feel most of her anger directed towards him melt away. he still cared. "garret, i'm fine. but what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice neither welcoming or cold. she wasn't sure how to act, happy or upset by the fact that he had shown up. and from the look on her brother's face, it was clearly obvious that kelley was still angry with him. but he had shown up, so there must have been some communication between the two, right? before she could confuse herself any further, she looked over at kelley, worry clear in her porcelain features. "are you okay? and is she?" she asked, her eyes wandering over to the door, wondering how the two year old was doing. it seemed that her wellness was the only thing that mattered for the time being. not even the fight between her two brothers was enough to stop them from caring. and as she sat there - in the wheelchair - all she could do was hope and pray that her niece was alright. onefivefourthree - rini and sammie <23 - this. sucks so bad. i am so sorry. :c [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by kelley patrick gaston on Feb 4, 2010 18:25:01 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad [/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font]
today just wasn't the day. he had been a good person for the past three ... no, more than three years. was this punishment for being a fucking asshole? he felt like it was. why did god have to punish addie and dayna too? sure, kelley wasn't religious, by any means whatsoever, but he felt as though now was a time to wonder if god had it out for him. it sure fucking seemed like it. and seeing garret...w ell that was just the icing on the cake, wasn't it? sure, kelley had missed him the first week or so he had been gone, but afterwards, kelley had done nothing but bitch garret out. kelley was sure as fuck that garret probably still bitched him out, and he didn't care. but the fact that garret had come here.... no matter how much kelley hated his guts at that moment, he felt rather grateful that garret had decided to show his ass up. as he listened to the explanation of how he got here, kelley felt a shaky breath leave him, his breathing becoming slightly more normal. he'd been to three hospitals looking for him... were there even three hospitals in sacramento? apparently so. he looked at garret's face as he ... well, asked if addie and dayna were okay. right then kelley felt his throat close up. taking a breath that was slowly returning to its shaky state, he neither nodded nor shrugged, but instead just stared off to the side. "addie broke her leg, but i'm pretty sure she's going to be fine. that's what one of the nurses told me. dayna.." he sniffled slightly, rubbing at his eyes. god damn why did he have to be a pansy and cry now? "dayna's okay. she.... she needed a few stitches in her leg whe-where a piece of glass cut her pretty deep but... but other than that she's... she's alive." that was all that mattered. dayna was still with him.
he didn't turn his head right away as he heard addie's voice addressing garret. really, he was busy staring at the ER door, waiting for it ot open and see dayna. they'd told him to wait outside; they hadn't allowed him to wait. slowly, he turned his head back to addie. he felt his eyes burn again as he looked at her in the wheelchair. god, she was tiny as anything there. he took a few steps forward, but stopped, just sort of standing there awkward. but addie addressed him, asking if he was all right, and if dayna was. he nodded, a response to if he was all right. he just moved his hair out of his face with the hand in the blue cast to show her the stitches. "dayna's gonna be okay, they totld me. a few stitches in her leg.... and that's it. she got 'lucky', they said." there definitely was no mistaking the bitter tone in his voice. he did not consider that lucky. two year olds were not meant to be in accidents, or hurt by them. if she hadn't been hurt at all she would have been lucky. getting her skin sewn together, that was not lucky. not in kelley's books. he looked down at addie, his eyes moving over her. other than her leg, she looked absolutely fine, but you really couldn't be sure by just looking. "are you okay, addie?" he said softly, sighing.
hearing a door open, kelley turned his head around quickly, hearing the crack. rubbing the back of his neck, he looked up at the same doctor that had told him she'd needed stitches. taking three steps forward, he looked at the doctor, just willing him with his eyes to tell him how dayna was. the doctor started with no preamble, talking about stuff kelley really didn't give a shit about. he was close to just grabbing the doctor's collar and demanding he tell him how his daughter was. upon hearing the word "okay", kelley felt his shoulders relax, ever so slightly. he quietly asked if he could see her, and the doctor motioned towards the door, inviting him in before he walked away. kelley turned to addie and, unintentionally, garret, motioning for them to come in if they wanted.
she was all right. in fact, she was sort of smiling. kelley felt the corners of his lips turn up slightly as he walked forward, talking to her. "how are you, baby girl?" he asked softly, sitting down at the edge of the bed. he looked down at her leg, noticing immediately where it was that she had needed the stitches. he felt his throat close up again, his eyes burn, but he didn't let it get to him. wrapping his good arm around her, he pressed his lips against the top of her head. he felt like laughing slightly, as she didn't seem to really care anymore that she'd cut her leg open a bit and had needed stitches. she was now asking what they were having to eat for dinner. chuckling slightly, he shrugged, not bothering to answer. he turned to look at addie and garret, despite how hard he tried not to, and sighed. "she's all right..." the relieved tone could definitely not be hidden. right now kelley so much more relaxed than when he'd been put on pain killers.
sighing, he stood up, turning to look at garret. directly at garret, yes. "... can i talk to you... outside?" he asked hesitantly. he wasn't sure what he would say, but kelley wanted to give it a try. "addie, can you stay with dayna for a minute? i promise we'll head home after." he gave her a small smile, patting her on the shoulder as he walked out of the room. he didn't wait to see if garret followed him out. kelley wasn't going to make him come out if he didn't want to. kelley never really pulled that shit anymore. instead, he leaned against the wall right next to dayna's room, staring straight ahead. kelley often hated looking right at the person when he knew he was wrong. that, was one of those times. "you were right." those were probably garret's favorite words to hear. other than 'i love you' from grace, but that was a different story. 'i was a fucking hypocrite. and i had no right to lecture you or whatever. or say all the crap that i did say. but .... dude, you've been my best friend for almost ten years. you konw i worry. especially when you have everything you need right there. i just... i guess i didn't want you to go back to the way you were when we were sixteen, you know? complete fuck ups."
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Post by garret lee dublin on Feb 7, 2010 19:38:15 GMT -5
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He looked up to the ceiling as Kelley told her that Addy had broken her leg. God, that was going to kill her. He looked back at Kelley with a worried face as he sniffled about Dayna. Surely she wasn’t…dead…She could be. But with the way he was acting… Before he could freak out too much, he told him that she was okay, that she just needed a few stitches. Well, that was a relief. Stitches weren’t a good thing, as Kelley was really going to have to watch her to make sure she didn’t tear them out with her jumping around, but it was better than a broken bone or a punctured lung or something. At least she was alive. About that time he heard a voice that he had certainly missed ask him what he was doing here. He turned around and leaned down to pull her into a huge hug. Whether or not she wanted it, she sure as hell got one tight hug. As he let go, he pulled back and ruffled her hair a bit, like he usually did when he saw her. “Your phone…it apparently called me, and I could hear you all talking. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard something crash, before I heard Dayna screaming and Kelley yelling and…well…I jumped in my car, and flew over here. Well… not exactly straight here. Did you know there are a shit load of hospitals in this town?”
[/color] he asked before staring off towards ER door. All he really wanted to do now was see with his eyes that Dayna was okay. He let Addy and Kelley talk as he slowly started pacing back and forth. Before long, a Doctor came out and started talking to Kelley. As badly as he wanted to go over there and hear exactly what was being said, he stuck back. Garret bit at his bottom lip when he saw Kelley take off towards Dayna’s room, motioning for Addy and himself to follow. Garret wasn’t exactly positive if Kelley had meant to include Garret in that, but regardless he was going to check on Dayna. She really did feel like family to Garret, like his own flesh and blood. He had been in around Dayna all throughout her pregnancy, and had been with Kelley in the waiting room when he had found out the news. He had seen baby Dayna basically at least 5 days out of every week she had been alive. You could say that he really did care about this little girl. The fact that he hadn’t seen her in almost two weeks was already killing him. Add the fact that she was now in a hospital bed made it even worse. He let Addy go ahead of him, and he stopped at the door. He did not want to intrude on a family moment as Kelley and Addy went over to her to fuss over her. Just getting to see with his eyes that she was okay was good enough for him, more than he could really ask for. As if Kelley had heard his thoughts, he turned and looked at both Addy and Garret to tell them she was alright. Garret figured that he could go over there now as Kelley stood up. Walking over, he used his hand to cup her face and smiled down at her. “Hey babycakes.”[/color] he said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. Hearing Kelley talk, he turned his attention to him, missing whatever it was that Dayna was going on and on about. He just gave Kelley a head nod when he asked if he could talk to him outside. He figured he already knew what was coming. Kelley would probably tell him how everyone was better off with out him, and how he didn’t need to come back now and screw shit up for everyone, that he couldn’t keep walking in and out of Dayna’s life, or anyone else’s. He was absolutely right. Though Garret was no sure where he would go once he left the hospital. He had already missed his flight back to Ireland, not that he was still welcome there. His father had called to tell him that his stuff was being mailed back to his apartment because he couldn’t have him screwing up things in Ireland. Apparently the drunken night that neither Garret or Noah could remember had been bad enough that his father had lost some long time customers, and as much as he loved his son, Patrick couldn’t make a living with Garret staying there and screwing things up constantly. He wasn’t even sure where his mother was residing at the time anyway. Maybe he would just move to Hollywood or New York, try and make it big there. As he exited the building, he reached in his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. After everything that had happened in the past seven hours, he figured that he deserved a smoke. Lighting it up, he turned the corner to find Kelley leaning against the wall, right by the window that looked into Dayna’s room. Taking a drag, he was about to ask Kelley what was up when Kelley just randomly said he was right. Well…that was a first. Kelley would never admit it when Garret was right, though part of that would be due to the fact that Garret wasn’t right very often. But still, the times when he was right, Kelley wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of telling him he was right, just like Garret wouldn’t do the same to Kelley. You could call it part of their Bromance, he supposed. He let the smoke escape his lips as the tried to figure out what in the world he was talking about. Before he could ask though, Kelley was already explaining himself. He took a few drags as Kelley talked and he let him finish before he even thought about saying anything. “You know, You weren’t exactly wrong. If I recall right, I said the same thing to you when you were in my place two years ago that you just recently said to me. I was right then…and mate, you are right now. You’re the oldest friend I have, like, legitly. I’m fucking sorry that things ended like they did a few weeks ago. I would tell you that you have no clue what I am going through, but in reality no one knows better than you do.”[/color] he said, giving a smile that he really didn’t feel. He laughed a cynical laugh. “Then? I am a complete and total fuck up right now, mate. Who else do you who can fuck up their friendship with their two closest friends, their band, their little sister, and the love of their life all with in the matter of a few hours? I would almost take pride in it if, you know, it was something to be proud of.”[/color] Leaning back against the other side of the window and staring out straight, he finished off his cigarette. Tossing it to the ground, he put it out with the tip of his shoe before shoving his hands into his pockets. He really truly couldn’t believe what all he had fucked up in such a little time. He had lost Grace, he was certain. Even if things could have been fixed before with his drugs, he was certain that they weren’t fixable now. After all, who would want to be with a person who just up and left for another country before without a word or explanation? Grace certainly was not that kind of person. Garret had hurt Benji , and he had told him to not bother with him anymore. He knew that Kelley was pissed with him for the drug use, and calling him a hypocrite, and Addy was simply pissed at him for being stupid and leaving. All of that for what? A simple high he got ever so often? Could that really be worth loosing everything he wanted, everything he dreamed of, everyone he loved? It certainly didn’t seem so. Taking a hand out of his pocket, he felt around in his shirt pocket and produced a bag of weed. He rolled the bag around in his hands, almost as if he was examining it closely. Could this little bag be worth so much pain? It certainly did not seem so at the moment. He looked from the bag to Kelley, then back to the bag. Before he could let his addiction to it talk him out of it, he tossed the bag to Kelley. “Here. Dispose of that for me. I don’t trust myself to do it.”[/color] tagRini <3/Kelley<3, eventually Katie <3/Addy<3 words1459 outfitImagination people! notesNot really great. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/center]
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