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[Morgan Georgia Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #96bc5e solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] it’s the way I’m feeling I just Morgan sat curled up on the couch, realising that she was falling to pieces because of some guy that she didn’t even go out with. Well, she had gone out with him, but not on a date. They had gone out as friends and it had been wonderful, but as a couple, it was never to be. He had gone overseas, a fantastic opportunity that she granted, but she wanted her Braxton back, and she wanted him back now. She had skipped school for the last two or three days, she had lost count, feigning the flu when she was just nursing the heartbreak. Sitting on the couch in the living, she had her knees drawn to her chest, expression emotionless as she just stared at the images flashing on the TV. It felt like yesterday that they were talking for the first time and that they were going to have a Star Wars marathon. Now all she was left with was a maybe and promise. She also knew that he wasn’t going to come back. Not to Addison anyway, and she was going to have to forget Braxton. Standing up slowly, she curled her fingers into Dexter’s fur and walked slowly to her room. Once there, she hunted down the sketch she had made a few weeks ago. There it was. His perfect features and strong jaw, and his wide eyes, but she didn’t want to look any more. It was painful enough to know that soon Scott was going to crap her out for missing school, but why should she go if there was no one she actually wanted to see. Curling up on her bed, she fought back the tears that were threatening to start again. Dexter curled up close to her, and she sought comfort in the dog. She wished she could tell Scott what was going on, to try and make him understand, but she didn’t know how to. He would have probably gotten a call from the principal already, and if he did, she was in for a difficult time at home. It wasn’t like she should be heartbroken. Braxton was just someone she liked very much, and he had left. So what? She needed to get out of this rut that she was in, but for now, she would laze around the house a bit longer. no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending tagged Irish words 393 muse muse notes notes credits irish & mika! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Scott Jacob Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #355e65 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] you say that i'm a mess how could you expect anything less Naturally, when the principal of the high school had called Scott while he was at work, inquiring as to why Morgan wasn’t at school today, and why she hadn’t been over the last few days, Scott had initially suffered a slight, silent panic attack, not really sure what on earth his sister could be doing besides being at school, like she was meant to be. So far she hadn’t struck him as the sort of kid who would skip school, after all, or get herself into any sort of crowds that would encourage her to do so. But the panic attack had subsided when he remembered, that well, she had been at home every afternoon when he had gotten home from work so it wasn’t like she had run off or gotten into trouble or something. Asking Archer if he could leave work early once he had gotten off the phone wasn’t too much of a problem, it was a slow day and it wasn’t like he asked for time off all that often, deciding to head home first to see if his sister was there before he looked anywhere else, although the only other place he thought she could possibly be was the barn, but she had no way to get there unless she caught the bus as far as she could then walked the rest of the way. So he had cleaned himself up a bit, or as much of the grease from work as he could with what little there was to actually wash up with there, and got in his truck and headed back home. Pulling up in the driveway, he killed the engine, quickly getting out and locking the door behind him, before heading towards the front door. He couldn’t figure out whether he should be angry about it or not just yet, but he guessed he should probably ask her why she hadn’t been going to school first… lord knows that he had made his own mistakes as a teenager, so he wasn’t really the right person to be judging her on anything that she could do that was even remotely rebellious – as long as it wasn’t too extreme, of course. He guessed, skipping a few days of school was probably mild compared to what she could have been getting herself into. When he got inside, she wasn’t anywhere in sight in the main part of the house, Tank coming racing out of his own bedroom when he heard the front door open and the jingle of his keys as he tossed them onto the kitchen counter, giving the dog a quick pat before pushing him away so he could walk up the hallway without the pup getting in his way, making a beeline towards Morgan’s room. He had been right about finding her at home, spotting her curled up on her bed when he stuck his head hesitantly in the door, stepping inside the room once he had made sure that she was definitely there. “How come you’ve been skipping school?” he asked, resisting the urge to reach up and rub a hand over his face, since both were probably still covered in grease, and although he probably already had some on his face somewhere he didn’t want to add any more to it. onzy | 551 | outfit | there she goes - taio cruz | someone forgot to switch templates haha xD

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[Morgan Georgia Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #ff8952 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] this is the way you left, i'm not pretending Dexter was the first indication that someone was in the house. For a small moment she wished that it was Braxton, but when her door opened and she heard Scott’s voice, she hated that she was actually hoping for Brax. He just left without a goodbye. No goodbye, nothing, and she was going to have to pull herself together before things completely fell apart. She turned around and then sat up, pulling her knees to her chest. Braxton left without a goodbye and I’m just not ready to go back to school, she murmured, knowing what a weak excuse it was in the first place. I’m pathetic, aren’t I? Morgan asked her brother, eyes dull and listless. Dexter nuzzled under her arm, licking her chin, and she looked at her brother, a faint smile crossing her features as she took in his greased appearance. She was used to her brother coming home looking like that, so this was nothing new. One good shower later and the grease was gone. Things seemed to be going a lot better between them since they talked in the pasture, and she appreciated the moments that she had with him. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed. I guess it just hurts that he didn’t even bother to say goodbye to me. He just left. I thought he liked me. That he was different from the rest, she babbled, swallowing back her tears and standing up. Everybody leaves suddenly. Mom just died, Braxton just leaves, Dad just packed his bags and left us, it’s like I’m stuck in one spot while everybody else moves on, she said brokenly, tears starting to fall in earnest. Now this was pathetic. Crying over some guy. She didn’t know what her mother’s reaction had been when their father had left, seeing that she had been only three at the time, but it had been enough for Scott to fall into the wrong crowd, and she had known that her mother had hoped for their father to come back. It was like she had said, she felt so stuck and it pained her. How was she supposed to move on when nothing went right? How could she move out of this depression that she was in. Sliding her feet into her slippers, she walked down to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. Do you want anything to drink? she asked Scott as the water boiled, falling deep into her own thoughts again. no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending tagged Ishy words 414 muse Heartland notes Oh hush you. =P credits irish & mika! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Scott Jacob Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #355e65 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] you say that i'm a mess how could you expect anything less He almost pulled a face when she said that she hadn’t been going to school because of the fact that this Braxton kid she had spoken to him about the other day had left… but obviously he thought better of it, keeping his face schooled at the expression that he had been wearing when he had entered the room. He couldn’t really talk about overreactions to people you cared about leaving… hell, he had gone and started getting into fights again almost as soon as Josh had left the first time. So he guessed that skipping a few days of school was probably a lot less of an overreaction than his own had been. He sighed, shaking his head when she asked if she was pathetic, shifting his weight between his feet as he idly thought that he probably ought to get off the carpet before he ended up making it dirty or something. “No, you’re not,” he answered, glad that she had at least started talking to him about more things, like this… even if he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it just yet, since he hadn’t exactly had to deal with a heartbroken teenage girl before now. Especially when she kept going and started crying, now he was even more out of his depth here than he had been only a few moments ago. “Well, if it makes you feel any better… I’m not going anywhere,” he said, after a few moments, not sure if that would actually help or not but it was the best that he could come up with right now. Because he really didn’t have an answer to give her on it, he didn’t know why their dad left, he couldn’t explain their mother dying and there was really nothing he could say on this boy leaving, all he could do was let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere fast if he could help it. He followed her out into the kitchen when she got up and moved out of her room, looking over at her when she asked if he wanted something to drink. “Coffee would be good, but I need to go shower first,” he answered. onzy | 367 | free - train | *flops*

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[Morgan Georgia Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #ff8952 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] this is the way you left, i'm not pretending Morgan smiled at Scott’s words about him not leaving, and she was pretty happy about that. She couldn’t stand more change in her life, especially not where her family was concerned, so it was an utter relief to just hear it. This was also the most open she had been with her brother for a while. Standing in the kitchen, she made two cups of coffee while Scott showered. Well, she made hers completely, but she would make Scott’s when he appeared again. Sitting in the living room with Dexter and Tank begging for cuddles, she realised how pathetic she was being. If Brax had wanted to leave her, then he left her. She wasn’t going to bother with a douche like him. Sitting up, she made up her mind that nothing was going to get her down. Then she realised that she had something much more important to ask Scott. Going back to her room, she fetched the printout for a Thoroughbred that was being retired from racing. He was only going for about $2000, which was reasonable, and there was going to have to be a lot of work with him, but she knew that if she and Scott talked it out, and she talked to Beth, then maybe, maybe he would say yes. Which was all she could hope for, but in the end, she had to listen to her instructor about what type of horse would suit her the most. After Lights, she needed another horse to keep her on her toes. Placing the printout on the coffee table, she made Scott’s coffee, who definitely looked cleaner. So, if I promise not to ditch school, and Beth says he’s good for me, can we please buy this horse? she said, holding out the print out to him. She looked pleadingly at him, a grin on her features. It was a bay Thoroughbred that went by the name of Mr. Prints and he had such a goofy expression on his features, that it was just plain adorable. Please? she asked sweetly. no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending tagged Irish/Scott words 344 muse Heartland notes Pretty good for someone who is doing NaNo xP credits irish & mika! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Scott Jacob Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #355e65 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] you say that i'm a mess how could you expect anything less While she started making the coffees, he moved off to the bathroom to shower, taking only about as much time as he needed to clean off every single bit of grease that was on his body after work. After he had finished showering, and gotten changed into clean clothes, he stopped by the laundry to dump his dirty work clothes, before walking back out into the living room. Seating himself on the couch, he didn’t notice the piece of paper sitting on the coffee table, mostly because Tank had decided to run over and half jump on him after he was sitting, harassing him for attention. He roughed around with the pup for a few moments, until Morgan brought his coffee over, pushing the Bernese Mountain dog away gently when she did, Tank willingly moving to lie by his feet, leaning heavily against his legs. “Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take his coffee from her, looking at her a little sceptically when she picked up the piece of paper that had been sitting on the table, the piece of paper that he saw now that she had picked it up, reaching out to take it when she started talking. He listened to what she said, reading the piece of paper with the horse’s sale details on it, taking a sip of his coffee as he read it over, thinking for a moment before he said anything in reply to what she had asked. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to buy the bay gelding, and maybe it would give her extra incentive to keep going to school… and another horse would keep her out of any possible trouble that he could conjure up in his mind that she could possibly get into, right? “Alright,” he said, handing her back the piece of paper. “But only if Beth says that she thinks it’s a good idea, and you have to go to school, unless you’re so sick that you’re on your deathbed.” onzy | 332 | *flops*

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[Morgan Georgia Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #ff8952 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] this is the way you left, i'm not pretending Morgan listened in keen anticipation for Scott’s answer, and she could see that he was mulling it over. She didn’t want to sit down, excitement finally boiling through her, and she was smiling nervously. Obviously she didn’t want to get her hopes up, so she didn’t want to pressure Scott for an answer, but then he started speaking. “Alright, but only if Beth says that she thinks it’s a good idea, and you have to go to school, unless you’re so sick that you’re on your deathbed,” was the answer, and Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek gently. Thank you. I’ll talk to Beth tomorrow and I promise no more skipping school. No matter what, she told him seriously, sitting down on the floor as Dexter bounded up to her, and she wrapped her arms around the dog’s neck. I was wondering if we could travel back home after Christmas? I want to go visit mom’s grave and put fresh flowers on it, if I can, she asked softly, unsure how well it would go down with Scott. The last time she had gone had been before she had left to come to Addison. Six months. It had been six months since everything had changed and she had arrived to the one place that she didn’t even know could start feeling like home. Morgan pushed Dexter off her lap, and she pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. How are you doing? she asked Scott, actually knowing very little about his life in general, which made her feel very bad, because he took such an active interest in hers, or at least listened to when she needed to talk to him. She would have to remind herself to ask him every day now, mainly just show him that she did care about him. Tank ambled over to her, and played with the pup for a bit, grinning as Dexter came over, obviously jealous at the fact that Tank was getting more attention. The two rough housed a bit, and then Dexter moved to his dog bed, thinking himself a lot more dignified than he actually was. no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending tagged tags words 0 muse muse notes notes credits irish & mika! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Scott Jacob Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #355e65 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] you say that i'm a mess how could you expect anything less Maybe that had been a bit backwards… agreeing to get her a new horse if she went to school after finding out that she had been skipping for the past couple of days over a boy… but then again he had the feeling that when she said that she would promise not to skip again that she meant it, and that he wouldn’t have to worry about her doing it again. She had never struck him as the type of kid who got into trouble to begin with, so when he had found out she hadn’t been going to school like she had told him she was, that was why he had been so surprised and worried over the fact. As long as everything wasn’t really going downhill then it was okay though. He nodded when she said she would talk to Beth tomorrow, making a mental note to have a chat with the barn owner himself, hugging her back when she hugged him, watching her when she pulled back and sat on the floor with Dexter afterwards. When she asked if they could go back to where he had grown up after Christmas his first instinct was to say no… but he refrained, mulling over the idea in his head. Going back probably would end up bringing up a lot of stuff for him that he really didn’t want to have to think about anymore, considering how close he would be to people from his past that he would sooner rather forget these days… but he couldn’t say no to her about it because he personally didn’t want to go. “Alright. I have some time off around Christmas so we can go then,” he answered after a moment, reaching out to pick his coffee up to start drinking it. “Minus the heart attack I got when your principal called me, I’m fine,” he replied, grinning a little at the first half… not so much the second. Well, there wasn’t much else he could be besides fine, he had been fine for a long time now, just managing to cope with everything. He probably needed to give himself a break every now and again but it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing for him to do. onzy | 375 | maybe we could do a thread with them going back home at some point or something?

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[Morgan Georgia Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #ff8952 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] this is the way you left, i'm not pretending Morgan glanced at Scott, knowing as she looked at Scott that he was mulling it over. There was a lot that she could say to him to try and convince him, but she did know that she needed to give him space. Morgan could only think that there were a long list of why he didn’t want to go back to their home town, and it made sense to Morgan. It really did. Out of the two of them, Scott had had the worst experiences than she did. Apart from losing her father and then thirteen years later her mother, and then Scott being kicked out, her life had been pretty routine. Thank you, she murmured to him, smiling at him as she repositioned herself. She chuckled at his next answer, a faint blush stealing across her cheeks. Yeah. I’m sorry about that. There really was no reason to skip school, she said with a small grin, leaning across the carpet for her own coffee. Taking a sip, she smiled slightly as she thought about the day. There was something about she had become a train wreck with slightest hint of neglect, and she hated it. She didn’t have to be so dependent on somebody, and she promised herself that she wouldn’t do it. Looking around the living room, she realised what was actually missing in this house. Christmas things. That was the one thing that she didn’t know if she could face. Christmas without her mother was just a difficult thought. The first one without her and the first one with Scott. She didn’t know how he did things, and she had already asked for them to go back to their hometown when he might have rather preferred to stay at home. She felt extremely selfish, and it was as if she had gone through a whole personality swap during her time in Addison, almost close to a year now. So, what do you do for Christmas? she asked him curiously. Her own traditions were somewhat more odd. Her and her mother usually went to the barns in the morning, feeding the horses carrots and apples before going home, making spiced hot chocolate and then opening presents. It was relaxed and there was no rush to see anybody or do anything. She actually wanted that old life back, but this was a whole lot better than she expected. no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending tagged Ish.Scott words 399 muse Glee notes That is a great idea. Question. Where is there home town? xP credits irish & mika! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Scott Jacob Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #355e65 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] you say that i'm a mess how could you expect anything less Scott would go back to their home town for her, but he didn’t think that he would want to stay there for long… at least to give her enough time to do what she wanted to do, and all of that but he was fairly sure that once that was over and done with he would be more than ready to head back to Texas. He took another sip of his coffee, reaching out to pat Tank on the head when the pup reached towards him, ruffling the soft fur on the top of his head a bit before pulling his hand back towards him. “Well, we’ve got it sorted out now, which is what matters the most,” he replied, balancing his coffee mug on his thigh for the moment, looking over at her. “The last couple of years? Nothing really,” he answered, thinking back to it. the last couple of years it had basically been like just another day for him, seeing as though he hadn’t had anyone to spend Christmas with since Josh had taken off… when he had gone to work for her dad he had spent Christmas with their family, even more so while they had been dating, but of course, that had all gone down the drain. And while he had been in Addison, he hadn’t had that of course so he just did what he did on an average day… went and looked after Trooper as usual, although he probably tended to spend a bit more time with the gelding that day than he normally did. Christmases just hadn’t been the same after their father had left… even less so when their mother had kicked him out, so he hadn’t really wanted to think about it when he had nothing good to hold onto during it. onzy | 302 | *rolls*

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[Morgan Georgia Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #ff8952 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] this is the way you left, i'm not pretending Morgan didn't know how to respond to Scott's comment about Christmas. She knew that a lot of things had changed once their family had fallen apart, but Morgan didn't want to ask about it further. Seeing that they were going to be the only family, she wanted nothing more than just to start their own family traditions. The topic hurt her as well, mainly because it was going to be her first Christmas without their mother. She wasn't going to push it though, and she had the best idea for a gift for him. Well, we'll go look for a tree tomorrow, she said with a smile, standing up and chuckling as Dexter got up to follow her. She had to start on the project she was thinking about, knowing that it'll take time. Morgan had taken a few pictures of Scott's horses during her time in Addison, and putting one on canvas was the only thing she could think of. I'll see you later, she told her brother with a grin, walking up to her room and closing the door after Dexter walked in. Taking out a medium sized canvas, she placed it on an easel and then printed off the photo. She wouldn't start with the painting just yet, needing to analyse the photo for a moment or two and then start the basic outlines. She loved these moments where she could just draw or paint with no proper distractions. no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending tagged tags words 0 muse muse notes notes credits irish & mika! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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