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Post by jacob alexander beaton on May 27, 2012 20:09:45 GMT -5
working a job like jake did eventually was going to weigh on you. he was proud of the company that he worked for - in following renee's story, to write love on her arms had saved so many lives and every time he saw someone wearing one of their shirts or got a call from someone just to thank them for all that they'd done, he could feel his heart warm his entire body all the way down to his toes. he knew there were some bad things said about it as well. he was aware of the bad parts of it, the commercialism of it at times. but he didn't see why it was bad to get so much publicity. wasn't that the idea of it? to get the message out there? and even if the company wasn't perfect, they did help. and whether people who didn't need their help liked it or not, those they did help were always so thankful and jake couldn't imagine life if he didn't try to help them. so people who didn't appreciate what they were doing could honestly mean less to him.
and he had done a lot with to write love on her arms. he had met his best friend through their organization, saved her life and had since stuck by her through thick and thin to make sure that his help was lasting. he had met people of all ages who got inspiration from their founding, people he had talked on a hotline that he finally got to meet face to face, people whose entire worlds were turned around with the connection to people who understand that the organization he worked for gave them. they had saved lives and maybe he wasn't a doctor or whatever but he thought being a listening ear maybe was just what the doctor would have ordered them to find anyway. sometimes it was all people needed - to know that people cared and that they were always willing to help.
but it weighed on you. all of it. hearing their stories and knowing that there were just some horrible people in the world. not that jake didn't know that himself, growing up the way he did in a household of constant fear. he had seen with his own eyes a woman turn her head in the opposite direction as her husband abused her daughter, had watched and intervened and fought his own father for the safety of his younger sister. he knew how low people could get - he wasn't just an employee of to write love on her arms. they'd given him some guidance once upon a time too. and that weighed on him. he was a happy guy. now that he was free from the restraints of his past, he was happier than he had been in years. but sometimes he had to remember that the world they lived in was not perfect. and it broke him. some days, he just couldn't stay indoors.
that was usually when he went to starbucks. it probably wasn't the best thing in the world, using food to pick himself up, but the fact of the matter was that usually, he avoided the place. he preferred to brew his own coffee if he was going to drink any at all and didn't always trust people in public places to fix his drinks. call it paranoia, but he had good reason not to trust people. but some days he wanted to be babied; he wanted to feel like he was treating himself. and usually when he went into starbucks, that was exactly what he felt. so he said goodbye to his sister, grabbed a book and told her that he'd be home in a few hours. then he got himself a caramel frappe with an extra shot of coffee and settled himself down in one of the more comfortable chairs in a corner of the shop, book in hand. he was ready to relax.
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Post by delilah symone richards on May 27, 2012 21:57:01 GMT -5
she had barely been back for twenty-four hours, if even that, and in that time span she had seen jason, gotten her ass chewed. then brad appeared at her apartment, and after what had been a heated conversation it turned into something more calm. the end resulting in them giving their relationship another shot. del wasn't sure if it was the right choice. she wasn't sure if it was really what she wanted. but she had never loved anyone before in her life. and no one had ever loved her. not the way that brad loved her. he was just, he was different. and he was unique, and he was just, a very different person than most of the people that del knew, or really, anyone that she'd ever known. he was brad. and she loved him. and he apparently was in love with her too. which was why she was giving this another shot, she supposed. because she had never been loved before in her life.
he had spent the night and it had felt oddly right to be back in his arms. to fall asleep with him holding her and wake up with him doing the same thing. even though she enjoyed the sensation, there was a good part of her that just needed to be alone for the day. after all, she had to call work and let them know she was back. she had missed a week of school which meant more work than she would probably be able to get done. so after talking to him a bit that morning, and making a million promises that she wasn't going to take off again -if she did she was pretty sure jason would've killed her- brad had left her alone to do her work. which really, was for the best. she had shit to do. and she just needed some space. maybe to think over her decision to stay with brad. hell, chances were that she was going to stay with him, everyone deserved second chances right?
with a bit of a sigh she got out of bed pulling away from her computer for the moment. her eyes were hurting. she needed a break from staring at the screen. even if it was just long enough so that she could go grab a cup of coffee and go for a walk. changing into a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt -she wasn't sure who's it was. maybe it was jake's because it sure as shit didn't seem like brad's- she pulled on her chucks grabbed her wallet and sunglasses then headed out the door. as she walked down the stairs of her apartment she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and placed the sunglasses over her eyes. it wasn't that long of a walk but after spending a week existing mostly at night her eyes weren't such a fan of the sun.
opening the door she made her way up to the counter, with a soft smile on her lips. "hey, can i get a peppermint white mocha, no whip," she ordered and then paid the cashier before going over to the waiting area and leaning on the counter. del let out a small sigh as her eyes went down to her phone and she looked over the missed calls and texts listed. fuck, a lot of people had tried to get a hold of her. and she thought that she should really call jake and let him know that she was okay. she would've called him the night before, but then he would've demanded that he come over, and then it just would've caused problems. because jake more than likely knew why she had taken off, and seeing brad there. it just would've been a mess. del made a mental note to call jake as soon as she was heading back home though, after all, he was her best friend. and he deserved to know that she was alright and home and all that shit.
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