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look after you.
Determination had and always will be an easy concept for Chey. She thrived on determination, and she could tell as he spoke that he had no intentions of leaving. He was determined. If it’s one thing she knew about determination is that it’s hard to stop someone with it. So, she felt like it was pointless to argue any further. Besides, it was sweet of him. Well, it was either sweet or we was just being forced into doing something he didn’t want to do. Maybe a bit of both.
“Well,” she sighed, “I’m not going to make you stay outside like some body guard… You can come in.” She began to open the door more then was quick to realize once again she wasn’t fully clothed. Just as fast as she pulled the door back she put it in front of her once again. Chuckling awkwardly she added, “Except for just a minute. I’m going to go put some clothes on I’m not really.. dressed.” Holding up a finger, she closed the door and ran over to her room where she dug out a t-shirt from her dresser. She slipped it over and decided to keep on her pajama shorts, because what’s the point?
“Okay,” she breathed once she walked back and opened up the door, “You can come in now.”
For some reason, he didn’t think it would be that easy. Amanda Chey has always been the stubborn type - not to say that as a bad thing. It’s just that Julian has always known her as the type to fight back against something she didn’t want to do. When she lets him in so quickly, he can’t help but be surprised, but he contains it; instead, he just lifts his eyebrows and decides to follow her inside.
Well, until she shuts the door on him.
There’s a confused and awkward chuckle that leaves his lips before he steps back, nodding his head. The thought of Amanda Chey in a little less clothes than usual builds a lump in his throat, but he’s quick to shake those thoughts off. Shudder.
When she comes back around, he musters up a grin and steps inside. Her home is in the same state it was left last night, which is probably an indication that she’s slept throughout the whole day. He doesn’t blame her; he would’ve done the same thing. “So, I’m really sorry about this whole bodyguard thing,” he licks his lips, rubbing his head. “I told Cam you were an independent girl, you could take care of yourself. But he insisted. And I’m really sorry. -- Is there anything I can do for you?”
look after you.
I’ve made better decisions. Hell, this may have been one of, if not the, worst decision I ever made. But that’s the thing about my life. No matter how much I desire to turn back time and change another one of my rash decisions, it’s never going to happen. So, I went to jail. For what it’s worth, I rather be someone who takes matters into their own hands than to just sit idly by. Then again, I guess that’s my curse. I can never just sit, shut up, and deal with something internally.
It was in the middle of the afternoon and there I was still lying in bed, still dressed in the pajamas I hardly slept in that night. I didn’t have any desire to get up, especially after I called into work sick, but I knew I would have to eventually. Peeling back the covers, I wandered into the bathroom and grimaced at my appearance once I flicked the light switch on. The bruise underneath my eyes looked as gruesome as it felt, and even though I had iced it, the color looked much worse than last night. A sigh passed my lips as I reached up to touch it, but the doorbell tore my attention away from my face. Who the hell is at my door? I turned the light off in the bathroom and headed to the front of the loft to answer the door while pulling my hair up into a messy bun, but then was quick to remember I was half naked. Eyes darting around the room, I grabbed one of my loose cardigans that I laid on top of my couch and threw it on to cover me up for the time being.
But the person behind my door was more confusing than anything. What was Julian doing here… again? I stood partially behind my door, eyebrows drawn together as I tried to make sense of his words. It was nice that he actually followed through with Cameron’s request, but ultimately, I was irked that Cameron even asked for him, for anyone, to take care of me like I’m some child. “Well, I appreciate that,” I started and offered a smile, “But I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”
The concept of space is one that Julian is all the more familiar with. There’s nothing more comforting to him than the idea of solitude. In retrospect, though, desolation’s brought him more despair than anything - all those nights back in the jail cell alone. His thoughts would eat him alive and if he isn’t careful nowadays, they still do, and... well, that’s the last thing he wants for Amanda Chey. But it’s difficult to reach out to someone, especially someone like Julian, whom she didn’t know very well at all. Still, he supposes he can try.
With a shrug of his shoulders, he offers her a chuckle. “I know you can take care of yourself,” he nods. “Trust me. But... it’s the boss’s orders,” he jokes half-heartedly, eyes gazing elsewhere before they fall on the blonde before him. He takes one hand out of his kutte to scratch his nose. “I promise I’ll stay a far distance and everything. Won’t even come in your house if you don’t want me to. But I just need to do this. I owe Cam, you know. I need to keep his mind steady about his little sis.”
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I guess that my experience with the club and my general experience as the cousin older than everyone else in my family granted me enough lee-way to be the chick’s bodyguard. I never had all that much to do - being back in San Diego, then ricocheting on over to Queens, I didn’t let myself get too attached on long-term jobs or anything that would hold me back from leaving. Living the life back and forth, it was easier to leave when things got too heated if you didn’t have any strings hanging from underneath your arms. So, considering all this, I supposed I could take care of Cameron’s little sister just for a while. After last night, I didn’t know how happy she was going to be to see me - I was her brother’s convict best friend, after all, and she had just spent a night in jail. Hopefully she didn’t take my arrival as her brother trying to scare her straight, or anything like that. I didn’t know what was going on with her; she never told me and I didn’t ask. But a part of me was still going to be concerned for the girl I used to mess around with back when we were kids.
So the afternoon after the day I had dropped her off, I had arrived at her place unexpectedly. A phone call from her brother wrought me out of some club business and I couldn’t say I was happy, but I was somewhat relieved. Something had been gnawing inside of my head with thoughts of Amanda Chey, and I didn’t know why it bothered me so much - it just did. It was like I couldn’t do much without thinking of her, even if it was out of my jurisdiction. I felt extreme empathy and sympathy for her. Regardless of what she did, I was sure she felt like shit either way, like I always did when I used to get into petty crimes as a teen, and even worse when I went to prison for the big-deal. So I rang her doorbell, stuffing my hands in the pocket of my kutte before stepping back. The San Diego sun caused my eyes to squint, but it wasn’t anything that I wasn’t used to. Eventually, when she opened her door looking sort of confused, I took a deep breath and offered her a warm smile.
“Hope I’m not botherin’ you, but uh. Your, uh, your brother called me. He wants me to look after you for a little.”
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This is the sunset of a relationship. This is when love is a dying flame. This is when a man cares so much about a girl, that he lets her walk away. Though he asks about her day, he knows the inevitable and wonders when that day will come when the sun will sink behind the mountain and go to bed alone. We've all been this man, where the woman simply doesnt understand how much we care, nor understand that our life, is her life. In the end, no kindling will restart that flame and you're left to watch her backside disappear into the dying warmth of the evening sun. All this because a man loves a woman.
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small world.
Grocery shopping was one of those things she put off as late as possible, always making excuses of why she doesn’t need to go. There’s something about shopping for a family of two, aka her and her dog, that’s strangely depressing. She could almost feel the cashiers judging her or sympathizing with just a single look. But she needed to live, so it needed to be done. Except she couldn’t reach the damn cereal she wanted. Standing on her tip toes, she stretched her arm out and nearly stumbled into the rack. With a sigh, she glanced at the man next to her who seemed to be taller. “Excuse me, could you possibly get that for me?”
With Tony back home spending some time with his grandmother, it’s safe to say that Julian has the afternoon to himself. It’s rare that he gets days like these, but it’s better that way. He doesn’t need as many moments alone as he initially thought he would. Tony’s pretty much been attached to Julian’s hip since Julian got out of jail, and it’s kept them both busy enough to never have a dull day. With the free time that Julian had, he decided to head to the grocery store to stock up on food for the next month. Walking down the aisle, he sees Amanda Chey struggling, and can’t help but chuckle to himself. But a part of him starts to become nervous as he realizes his appearance, mohawk freshly cut as per his son’s request. He’d had it hidden when they last saw each other; he wonders what she’ll think. He sighs to himself before reaching up to grab the box of cereal for her. “Here you go, short person,” he mutters politely, waiting for her to recognize him if she could.
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It’s the same little speech all the parents give her, and it had never been amusing or even cute until now. She couldn’t help but to chuckle, nodding her head completely understanding. She may not have a kid of her own, but for months it feels like she has fifteen with her class. “No sugar. Go it. I guess he’s a lot like you,” she laughed and wondered if that was weird to say. “You know, since you were always crazy as a kid when we got ice cream from the ice cream man.”
A flood of memories wash through his mind as he drifts back to their summer afternoons chasing each other in the backyard, tripping on the gravel. They used to take away the sweat from their foreheads with some of the most amazing ice cream he swears he’s ever tasted. It’s strange seeing how much they’ve grown up now - nostalgic, even. “Could you blame me?” he chuckles before shaking his head. The bell rings promptly. “Well, that’s your cue to teach, Teach. I’ll be back at 2:30 to pick Tony up. Thanks again,” he says politely, a smile appearing on his lips before he turns to walk away. “See ya. Have a nice day.”
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She pulled out her clipboard from her bag that she haphazardly tossed in before. Maybe she should have learned the names of her new students, but that’s what name tags were for. Reading down to the T’s, she spotted an Anthony Trujillo and gave him a toothy grin. “Looks like he’s one of mine. Small world.”
Relief washes over him the moment she says she’s going to be his teacher. That’s one less thing to worry about. Strangely enough, Julian’s become a great protector over the past couple of months he’s been around Tony. It took everything in him not to stay and watch in the sidelines while the little critter played in class today. But now that he knows that his kid is in good hands, he can leave peacefully. “Really? That’s amazing,” he sighs. “Make sure he doesn’t eat too much sugar, please? He gets... it’s... it’s just insanity. It’d be like giving him cocaine.”
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small world.
Her eyebrows raised just a little and she couldn’t help but wonder if his son would be in her class or not. It was a strange thought. Last time she had saw Julian they were just a couple of crazy kids and now she could potentially be teaching his own kid. “Kindergarten,” she told him with a smile, “What’s his name? I might have in my class.”
And it’s a little crazy, he figures, how the world works - it’s a lot more different than since he’s gotten free from cuffs. All of a sudden he realizes it’s gotten smaller. The people he comes across everyday in his hometown are the people who he used to come across everyday back then. Nothing’s changed, just - grown into itself. “Anthony. Or, Tony. Tony Trujillo,” he says hopefully. From what he’s known of Amanda Chey, she’s always been a nice girl. Would’ve been lucky to have her teaching his kid.