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Post by emmaleepearson on Jan 15, 2011 20:31:51 GMT -8
  what if i dive off the edge of my life
and there's nothing beneath
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A week of almost non-stop work. And then Saturday rolled around.
A day off. Finally.
Bliss. Peace.
Too bad Alexa wasn’t there to share it with him...at least, not any more. It was funny, after being with her so long, sometimes he still didn’t know how she was feeling about things. Of course, he did know a lot of the time...but there was always that edge of mystery with her. He had never known if she would be there when he got home, never known when she was going to be busy when he was free, a lot of their time together felt like it was just at night, when both of them needed to sleep, too busy the next day for much else. He did love her, of course, he’d loved her for years. Even when they had split after her parents died.
Funny how he’d barely dated in the time period they were split for...did he even date? He couldn’t quite remember...and what he did remember, he wasn’t sure if he would actually call them dates...now he thought about it...maybe the other people had thought it was a date, but the idea had never crossed his mind whenever he’d gone out with a female friend. He felt a little guilty about that, now, he felt like he’d been leading them on...not intentionally, of course. He was usually so careful about those sort of things, he knew how bad of an effect it could have on people. He’d suffered the same a few times himself, he wouldn’t want to inflict the same upset on anyone else.
And now, she was gone again, and wasn’t going to come back this time. He thought that this time, he was over it, and even if she did come back, there wasn’t much chance of him taking her back. He’d been hurt too many times by her before. And maybe he would be able to move on this time, find someone else, someone who was willing to go the whole way, and not screw him over.
He was in Vintage Brew today; the other bakery was a place he went more when he was babysitting Jessie and Jack, since the food range that they sold there suited their children’s tastebuds better. By himself, however, he preferred Vintage Brew, the coffee was better, for one, and the atmosphere was more to his liking. Tearing the top off one of those tube shaped sugar sachets, he dumped the contents of one...then two...into the mug of flat white he had ordered...yes, he was aware he was being quite boring today, but he hadn’t felt the need to overload on sugar that day, since he had managed to get a decent length of sleep the night before. Leaning forward slightly, he stirred it all in so it would dissolve, wondering why he had chosen to sit on one of the low tables they had, an empty matching low armchair across from him. Probably a little cramped...at least the seat was fairly comfortable.
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Post by whinelamiller on Jan 16, 2011 0:24:16 GMT -8
Mikey was crying, he had tipped over his hot chocolate, which she'd told him to hold with two hands not one, several times. The little boy's face was red as wet tears rolled down his face. "Oh goodness, I'm terribly sorry," she said to one of the waitresses who was helping her clean up the spill. "I should have been paying better attention." Her phone rang. If she didn't answer she might be out of another job.... But she didn't want to seem rude. She pulled it out before she picked up Mikey. "Shhh sweetheart, can you be quiet for mommy please? Just really quick, can you be my man?" His lip trembled and he started to hiccup slightly, forcing himself to stop. She kissed his little forehead before she flipped the phone open.
"Hey, I did? Thats great, thank you sir, you won't be sorry! Oh... tomorrow... sure no problem," big problem, how about no baby sitter in a new strange town? "Yes sir, of course, see you then. Bye." She nibbled her lip quietly, the nice lady had cleaned up the mess while she'd been talking. She felt very ashamed of herself. "Thank you so much," she said, reminding herself to leave her a very nice tip. She smiled and grabbed her coffee and moved out of their way while they cleaned. She stood, balancing Mikey on her hip and the coffee in her other hand. She smiled at the little four year old. He looked up at her, he was sucking on his thumb. She smiled and kissed his forehead. "You're my good strong man, but didn't we talk about the thumb?" she said. He took the thumb out of his mouth.
"Mommy, can I get a puppy?" he asked.
"A puppy," she said, seeming a little scattered at that moment. "Um... well. Honey we can't really afford a puppy," We can't really afford the horse or the apartment, she was sharing with some woman she'd talked to over the phone. She had the horse leased out actually, she would ride the horse every now and then but she didn't have much time, she loved the horse, she was a childhood friend, but the past five years had begun to get in the way of their closeknit bond. Now the horse didn't even nicker when she went to see her. It hurt, but she had her little boy and she had her job now. All she needed was a babysitter. Like thats going to happen.
She walked over and sat down at a little table away from the booth he'd spilled on. "Sit right here Mikey, do NOT move," She said. She was going to get a water bottle so she could clean him up. She turned her back for just a moment. Just a little moment.
She turned around and he was gone. Mikey had managed to hop off the chair and walk over to a man. "Are you a soldier?" he asked. "My grandpa was a soldier, he died. My daddy was a soldier too. He wasn't nice."
"Mikey!" Whinnie said, her face beet red. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." She picked up the kid. "What did I tell you young man! Don't ever do that to mommy," she said, chastising the little boy.
"You said to... I don't know I forgot. Sorry mommy," he said, as he struggled to get down. "He's a soldier," Mikey said, pointing to the man.
"Pointing is rude," Whinnie said. She looked at the young man. "I'm so sorry," Whinnie said.
Whinnie was extremely tired. She had jet lag, and on top of that she hadn't slept a wink that night because of her and Mikey's nightmares. She was a wreck and everyone in the damn brewery knew it and Whinnie was embarrassed beyond belief.
"He says everyone's a soldier, sorry about that," Whinnie said. She set the squirming Mikey down but held his hand firmly. Mikey tugged and twisted, pulling against the restraint, using his whole entire body weight against little Whinnie. Whinnie ignored the tugs and complaints of Mikey as he tried to get loose to hop in the chair.
"Do you have a gun?" Mikey asked.
Whinnie just looked up at the ceiling, as if saying 'kill me now lord, just don't make me suffer.'
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Post by emmaleepearson on Jan 16, 2011 1:47:51 GMT -8
what if i dive off the edge of my life
and there's nothing beneath
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“Are you a soldier?”
Charlie had only been sitting there a few minutes, when the voice of a child piped up from next to his chair. Setting his cup back down on the table, as he had just picked it up to take a mouthful of coffee, he turned his head to see where it was coming from. A little boy, he probably couldn’t have been much younger than Jessie, was standing there, watching him with the bright curiosity that only a child could really have. The question caught him a little off guard, he had to admit, but then again, kids popped out with a lot of things.
The kid’s mother looked embarrassed, as well as flustered. He could tell she was tired, it was a look he had seen on Lena’s face many times, and he guessed that her son was one of those high energy kids that needed a good enough distraction to occupy them for a while so their parents could have a break. Luckily Charlie was around kids enough to know what it was like, and he didn’t mind the questions in the slightest, probably because patience was a virtue he did seem to possess.
“Not a soldier, but you’re pretty close,” he answered, grinning at Mikey. He didn’t mind playing along with his questions. He flashed an understanding smile at Whinnie, before turning his attention back to the four year old. “I’m a police officer, actually. Here, I even have a badge,” he answered, pulling his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, flipping it open to the place his police ID sat, handing it over to Mikey so he could look properly. He grinned at Whinnie again, hoping that she didn’t mind that he was still talking to him, it was definitely better than getting offended about the kid approaching him, for sure.
“Well, I do have a gun, but I don’t have that here, since I’m not on duty,” Charlie answered his next question, quite seriously. Yeah, he had a gun, well, two, but one was one the local force supplied him with, and the other was locked in a safe in his bedroom closet, and it never really saw the light of day, since he never needed to use it, or wanted to, for that matter. He looked up at Whinnie. “Don't worry about it, seriously, I know how kids can be. You can sit down if you want, I don’t mind,” he told her, flashing her another friendly smile.
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Post by whinelamiller on Jan 16, 2011 8:28:39 GMT -8
Whinnie was dead on her feet, but when she heard he was a police officer and saw the badge to prove it she relaxed a little more. Whinnie sat by the window seat, clutching the coffee cup in her one hand. She leaned her head against the wall for a second, her head pounding. Mikey was saying something but Whinnie couldn't figure out what.
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"Mommy!" Mikey said tugging his mom's hand.
"What?!" Whinnie said waking with a terrified start, she looked like a deer in the headlights.
"You fell asleep."
Whinnie rubbed her eyes and then checked her watch. For about five to ten minutes. Whinnie groaned, "Sorry kiddo." She looked around, remembering where she was. "Sorry," she said to charlie. She extended her hand over the table. "I'm Whinela and this is Michael. Just call me Whinnie and he likes-"
"I'm Mikey," Mikey said copying his mothers actions and sticking his hand over the table, tipping Whinnie's coffee. She tore her hand free and caught it just in time, it was pretty empty anyways. Mikey stopped and looked at his mom, his hand still extended, "Sorry Mommy."
"It's ok honey, we all make mistakes," Whinnie said, moving the coffee out of reach from the child. Whinnie yawned as she stretched a little. She looked at Charlie. "You don't happen to know a good babysitter do you?" she asked hopefully.
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Post by emmaleepearson on Jan 18, 2011 22:59:15 GMT -8
what if i dive off the edge of my life
and there's nothing beneath
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The woman sat down, seeming to relax a little when Charlie produced his badge to show Mikey. He had been watching the little boy, waiting patiently for him to finish inspecting it before he handed it back, shutting his wallet again and replacing it in his pocket, before he realised that she had fallen asleep once she had rested her head against the wall. He felt bad for her, she was obviously exhausted, and he was in two minds about waking her up, so he turned his attention back to the kid, continuing his talk with him.
Mikey seemed to notice that his mother had fallen asleep after ten or so minutes of talking to Charlie, and he turned, tugging on her hand until she woke with a start. “No need to apologise, you look like you needed it,” he answered, tones good natured. He was used to it, Lena did it on occasion, especially when she had been pregnant, and even more so when she had Jessie and had been pregnant with Jack. He accepted the hand she extended over the table to him, shaking it with a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Charlie,” he replied, dropping her hand quickly when she pulled it away to grab her cup before it fell the whole way over.
He let out a small laugh when she mentioned babysitters. “Well, yeah, actually. My sister, probably, she lives with me, with my niece and nephew as well. My niece is probably around Mikey’s age, actually,” he said, wondering how wise it had been to offer Lena up, especially if Whinnie was being serious...then again, he knew his twin well enough, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest, she was always willing to give people a hand with their kids.
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Post by whinelamiller on Jan 19, 2011 9:42:36 GMT -8
Whinnie smiled with something similar to relief. "Can she start tomorrow?" Whinnie asked. Mikey was digging through her purse, pulling out some candy. Whinnie stuck her hand in the bottomless bag and found her phone. Whinnie felt a sharp pain in er mind but didn' react. Headaches were a constant with someone like Whinnie.
She remembered James. He'd been nice at first, almost like Charlie but he had always hated children and would have never offered anything of his up to Mikey like that. Whinnie stood up and stretched a little, "I supose I should get going. Could I get your number so I can- NO!" CRASH! Whinnie's purse crashed to the ground. The contents spilled out on the floor with an ugly tink tink.
"Uh oh.... Sorry mommy," Mikey said,hopping off the chair and crouching to pick up her things. Whinnie was already on it. She had hlf the things in a pile and was quickly shoving them in the bag. Whinnie kept the ba on her shoulder thi time and picked him up to keep him awa from more... disasters.
"Its ok," Whinnie said. "Mommy is just tired and doesn't want to clean up twenty four seven."
Mikey didn't even get the reference and just smiled at Charlie. Whinnie managedto miss a pen and her cell phone discretely hidden under the table.
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Post by emmaleepearson on Jan 28, 2011 2:38:56 GMT -8
what if i dive off the edge of my life
and there's nothing beneath
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Charlie smiled at Whinnie again. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind starting tomorrow,” he answered. Well, from his memory, she didn’t have anything to be doing tomorrow...hopefully his memory wasn’t failing him. And he had the next day off as well, so if she had a problem with it he would be around to help her out. And, he was positive Jessie would like having a kid around her own age to play with. Jack was still too young to be able to join in with what she wanted to do, not that she was the most boisterous of kids, but still. It would be good for her, the socialising.
“Yeah, sure...” he replied, his sentence cut short as her bag crashed to the ground, contents spilling everywhere. He paused, unsure of whether to move forward and help her or not, but she had scooped up pretty much everything before he had the chance to make a decision. He shifted in his seat, foot kicking something small under the table, just slightly, but enough to make him take a quick glance underneath to see what it was. Her phone, which she had grabbed earlier to get his number before the spill, and a pen sitting next to it.
Bending down quickly, he scooped them up, handing them to her with another friendly grin. “Wouldn’t want to leave without this,” he said, depositing both the pen and the phone into her hand. “Still want my number, so you can talk to Lena about babysitting?” he asked.
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