out of the comfort zone - (cain)

[aurora]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 400px; margin-top:-20px, bTable] When I gave her one of my lines She started smiling at me real fine Looking down at her lead dusted hand, Rory frowned down at the drawing nesting in her lap. She had been wanting a new tattoo lately, one that she should already have representing her mother, but she hadn't known what to get. Still didn't know, for that matter. Throwing the pad across the room she kicked her feet out from underneath her and jumped off the couch. Now, Rory usually wasn't one to ask for help; she was, and is, a very independent person. When her mother went into a coma and her father died she was the one to take in her little brother. She raised him and kept a stable job and home environment at just the age of eighteen. Ever since then she liked to do everything on her own, even draw out her own tattoos since becoming an artist herself. So, why was she even considering doing what she was about to do? Heading to the bathroom, picking up her cat, Dexter, on the way in, she threw open the door and looked around at the mess on the floor. I said she was independent and responsible. That didn't have to mean she was cleanly. Stroking Dex's head she nestled her's in his neck and sighed. "Dexy, I really need to get some laundry done," she spoke, muffled by his fur. "Maybe I should just make Xavier do it. Half of it's his, and he needs to start learning to do his own laundry." Sure, Aurora was a strong person, but when it came to her little brother she tended to cave on the punishments and all that regular parenting stuff. Rory considered herself more of a best friend than a parent or an older sister. Still, though, he was going to college soon and she was going to have to make him get a job and start paying rent if he wanted to keep living here. You know, adult stuff, just like doing your own laundry. Maybe if she did that she would actually have some extra money to spend on herself every once in a while. Gently setting Dex down on top of the toilet and kicking a pair of her brother's nasty underwear to the side, Rory picked up the jeans that she had worn to a meeting with her lawyer yesterday and slipped them on. The meeting yesterday and basically asked her if she needed help with her brother, what she planned on doing with her mom, if she was stable; the usual stuff that they asked her once a month. Considering she gave them the same answers every single time she was there, she didn't seem to get the point of wasting her sweet time on these 'meetings'. Rory hated being asked if they should take her little brother away. God, she couldn't wait until he turned eighteen so she didn't have to answer that question anymore. Then, when he became a legal adult, they wouldn't be allowed to ask that anymore. Anyway, since turning down people's questions usually only took her around and hour, she figured wearing yesterday's jeans would be okay. Jumping as she zipped up the pants Rory quickly pushed all the dirty laundry in the bathroom to the corner next to the tub. Pulling off her huge night shirt that she always wore to bed she added it to the top of the huge pile. Staring down at it she shook her head and stepped out in the hallway. "Xav! I expect you up and out of bed by at least twelve o'clock!" She looked over at the clock hanging on the other side of the wall. "That's in forty-five minutes little bro! Get your ass out of bed, now!" She quickly knocked on the outside of his door, quickly hearing a stirring moan. Opening the door and peering in, the older sister inside of Aurora laughed at the site of what was inside. Xav's butt was in the air, pillow pulled over his head, with his laptop and camera lying next to him. "I'm going over to Hartford's tattoo shop, checking out the competition," she said, winking, even though she knew he bothered to look over at her. Pulling the door shut with a loud squeak and a quick clicking noise, she ran right next door into her bedroom and glanced into her closet. Biting her lip she yanked down on an old jersey tee and slipped it on over her messy waves. Checking herself out in the mirror she slipped on a pair of black pumps, grabbed her bright red purse, then headed out the door to Hartford's tattoo shop. The place she had told her little brother she would be. Of course, she knew she wasn't just checking out the competition; while she was there she was also going to ask another artist's opinion about her next tattoo. Bell chiming as she entered the shop, she headed up to the counter and slid her crimson RayBan's onto the top of her head. "Hello?" she asked, leaning on the counter and checking out her surroundings. WORDS: 849, TAGS: cainn NOTES: sorry it suckks. TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[cain furion costello]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) cain had been having trouble adjusting back to the normal world, the life that in his head he hadn't been living for five years. it was strange, like he had some how taken a trip into the future and now he was back, and he didn't quite know how to be back. he supposed this was a lot how soldiers felt, but there just wasn't the same intensity to it. at least that was what he liked to think. because they still knew what year it was, what president was in the white house, what bands were popular, and fuck, they were still well and on the regular time schedule of the world. in his mind, he'd been five years into the future. and there were people in that future, people like milo, who didn't exist back in reality. it was a hard thing to adjust back to, it really was. then you threw on top of that the physical therapy sessions, and the weeks of regular therapy at the hands of jason wilson because fuck if any of the clan had the money for him to go and see a certified shrink. jason was great though, he always had been. and cain knew that one day he would be a great shrink, and he would help a lot of people. but it was hard to look at jason and think that his son didn't exist. it was hard to be around any of the clan really, and know that they weren't living the lives that he'd thought they'd been living for years. everything was just too weird. like going back in time, and he wasn't all too fond of the period of time that he had fallen back into. if for one very important reason, at least in that future in his mind his leg was healed completely. there was one thing though that he had been able to hold onto moving from that dream world to the real one, and that was the fact that he had jagger. and not just back in his world as his best friend, he had jagger as he had always wanted jagger. as his own. which really was so much easier to deal with than if he had woken up with his body all fucked up all over again and then all that would come of him and jagger would be friendship. he was more than a little sure that was something that he wouldn't be able to handle no matter how much therapy he was put in. it was hard though, not being able to see jagger smile the way that he had when he was asleep. to not be able to be in that future world where everything was just perfect. but at the very least, he had jagger, and maybe that was enough for him. after several weeks of taking it easy, going to his physical therapy, hanging out at the wilson household, watching his soaps, he finally came to the conclusion that he was ready to go back to work. hell, most of the time he would be sitting in a chair anyway, and the rest of him was healed up besides that limp that he knew probably would never go away. that's what the cain was for after all, and the pills. though he'd been doing his best to only take them when he really needed them. cain was no moron, he knew how addictive the things could be and he also knew that he came from a long line of drug addicts which only meant that he should stay away from them as much as possible. they were a good way to ease the pain though, because, fuck, shit hurt. he walked around every day understanding how dr. house felt. the look on jagger's face when he'd told him that he was coming into work was one that cain wished he could've taken a picture of. "come on jag, you can't be selfish and keep me from the world for forever," he'd teased which had started a bit of bickering between the lovers before they both god into jagger's car and went to the shop. cain, obviously, would not be trusted to drive anytime soon. it was nice, being back in the shop though. like coming home in a way that he hadn't been able to do since he'd left the hospital. he made his way towards his station looking over it a bit fondly. it was needless to say that more than a few people were happy to see him back and working. the appointments that had been made with those that refused to see anyone but him were finally rescheduled and he was busy. crazy busy. almost to the point where he didn't think that he was going to get much of a break, but their shop girl had made sure to keep a couple hours in the middle of the day open for him so that he could just relax. and just relaxing simply meant hanging around at the front desk spinning in the chair while jagger ran off to get something to eat for the two of them and talk to kendall about something or other. he'd been working on rearranging his station when he heard the hello and he popped his head around the corner. "hey there," he greeted with a lopsided half-dimpled smile before he rose from his seat and made his way to the counter. he'd gotten pretty good at walking with a cain as far as he was concerned. when his eyes really landed on her though he couldn't help but let out a little disbelieving chuckle. "have you come to check out the competition?" he teased before half sitting on the stool and rubbing his leg slightly. fuckin' thing was starting to bug him again. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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