Imogen Moreno

Of course I do. I thought I had made that clear. Well I’m willing to hear it all if you want me to, but I get it if you don’t. You don’t know me all that well and that’s okay. What? No, I don’t buy that crap. I’ve been impressed with you for a long time now, even before we had ever talked, so don’t go there. I am? Just tell me what else I can do, and I’ll do it. Sick how? Why wouldn’t you be able to be upset? You have every right to be upset, but you never looked like a fool. You never have. Don’t say that. He’s not gone. Has he seen a doctor? What if I was with you when you talked to your mom?

It doesn’t matter. I already am, and I don’t care. I want to help you, but I don’t really know how. Just tell me how I can, and I’ll do it. I don’t really know what’s going on with your family at all, but if you let me in, I’ll do my best.

You did, but.. That was before Volta and my dad and my mom. Well maybe I was trying to impress you even before you knew me, ever think about that? You can keep doing what you're doing, you're doing it oh so greatly. He was at stage three of dementia, but it really didn't seem like he was all that sick. He was fine most days but, I think it progressed overnight or something because this isn't a stage three kind of thing, it's stage four. Which is one step away from five which is just.. Silly. It's silly to think this could happen to someone. It's silly and it's sad. He's been tot he doctor, every time I thought they were just making things up, trying to increase his medical bill or something. They were right though, and I hate to admit it. You'd come with me? That's, so sweet. I don't know though, my mom is kind of.. I don't know how to describe it.. She's nothing like me, if that helps in any sense.

Like I said, you're already doing great at helping me with it. If you think you can handle it, you could come with me to talk to and meet my mom. Forewarning, she is a little blunt about things. She won't be all that nice to you, especially when we start talking about my dad. It's a touchy topic. If you don't want to though, it's fine. I won't blame you.

I know I can’t, and that’s not what I’m trying to do. I can at least try to provide help some other way. I care about you, and I know this is tough on you. I can’t even imagine it myself. You’ve been trying to impress me? What’s that mean? Imogen, you don’t need to try to impress me. You just do. So whatever it is you’re trying to do, you can stop because you do it just by being you. It doesn’t matter how I see you, even if it’s you crying because that doesn’t change my opinion of you, ok? You’ll get through this, and I’m right here. Of course, Imogen. Tell me anything. I can’t promise I’ll have an answer, but I can promise I’ll be here to listen.

You care about me? Yeah, its tough but their is more than you know that just makes it all worse. It means I'm doing exactly what I was trying to avoid doing. How do you know? What if the only reason you're impressed is because I'm doing such a good job trying to impress you? I probably looked like a fool, I saw all my neighbors looking out their windows at me. Thank you, Campbell. That's all I need you to do, and you're doing a great job already. Alright.. Well, I think.. Well, no. I know my dad is sick. Really sick. When I went in to tell him the nice boy next door wrapped our dead dog up for me from under his car he interrupted me to ask if how school went. I told him I didn't go and what happened and then later when I was going downstairs to eat something he asked if I walked the dog. This has been kind of a pattern lately, and I knew it was coming. We all knew but, I think it's gotten worse. So now, I can't be upset about looking like a fool in front of the entire block or that my beloved Volta is gone, I have to be upset that my dad is too. He's gone, or at least his mind is.. I have to tell my mom and I really can't do that, I know what she'll say and she can't say it. I don't want her to.

Sorry, I know you probably didn't want to get wrapped up in all this. You just wanted a ride to school, I'm sorry.

Hey, no. Don’t say sorry. That was rough. I wouldn’t have been able to either. I don’t know what to do though, can I do anything? You don’t deserve this, and I wish you never would have had to see that sight.

It's sweet you want to but, no. You can't. He's dead, he's losing his mind. It's all just out of our control now. You can't bring either of them back, no one can. Thank you, Campbell. You neither, I mean.. I've been spending all week, every morning trying to impress you. I don't know why, I don't know if it was working, I don't know if I was just making a fool of myself. Then today not only did you see my dog under a tire you saw me breaking down. I just, why? Why would this happen? Instead of having to mourn my dog, I have to be upset that it was my father who did it and he.. Okay, I know we're not as close of friends as we should be for me to tell you this, and you'll probably think I'm over stepping boundaries or something but, I trust you. More than most people here, anyway. Can I tell you something, something I never really told anyone, even myself..

I'm sorry about this morning and not being able to drive you and all, I just, I couldn't go to school after that. My dad is making me go tomorrow though.. So I'll drive you if you need, but, I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

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Campbell: Ok, fair enough. If you're sure then I accept.

Imogen: Sweet!

#saundersc67 #<3

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Campbell: Oh okay, good. That's better. Are you sure though? I don't want to make you late.

Imogen: If you're my excuse for being late, I'm sure. (:

#lil shit #now he has to see a dead dog #his fault #saundersc67

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Campbell: That's still kind of confused me a little. I'll be honest. Oh .. uh, yeah, I still need a ride if I could?

Imogen: Moral of the story is you're not gross and you coming meant a lot. Yeah, totally! I just wanted to make sure!

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Campbell: I did tell the truth. Are gross guys the only ones who are supposed to go to those kinds of things .. ? Yeah, it's no problem Imogen.

Imogen: I wouldn't say that but, most gross guys like going to less cultured things, like movies or basketball games. You proved that statement wrong, though. You're not gross and you came to an art show, it was lovely. So, you still need a ride tomorrow, hows your car?

#i did goodish #:D #saundersc67

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#likes

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Campbell: I don't lie about these kinds of things, or anything really. I try not to. I wanted to come, you wouldn't have had to make me. I really think so. I'm not just saying that either.

Imogen: I could believe that, even if it means you told the truth about wanting to come. No boy ever really wanted to go to an art show with me, not even gross guys. Well thank you, Campbell. It means a lot.

#clapz 4 me #saundersc67

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Campbell: I didn't mind. No it's fine. I didn't mind. I was there for you though, and the art wasn't all that bad. None as good compared to yours though.

Imogen: Well just for the record I did tell you that you didn't have to come, so if it was a total snooze-fest and you're just playing nice I'll have you know that you could have said no. Aw, Campbell.. You really think so?

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Campbell: No, just a little one. Just kidding, my arm is fine. Did I help at all? You seemed less nervous by the end, but I can never tell. Me? I'm a little bored, but I mostly just wanted to see how you were doing now that it's over.

Imogen: Oh good! I tried stopping myself but when they were nearing my collection I couldn't not squeeze you. You helped tremendously, you deserve an award or something! Yeah, towards the end I was just happy it was over. I felt like I could breath again. Yeah the exhibits at Degrassi aren't always the most exciting but, I still appreciate you coming. I'm doing just fine, thanks!

#i do good?#saundersc67

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Campbell: That was a much more excited response than I was expecting ha. How are you?

Imogen: I'm doing alright, tonight went better than I hoped it would. Sorry if I left a mark on your arms, though! How are you? Bored out of your brains?

#saundersc67 #didn't know when to timejump to #oh well

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Campbell: Hey ..

Imogen: Campbell! Hey!

You’re not going to throw up, are you? If you do, it’s not a bad thing. Well it is, but I can handle that. I think I will be though. How will it be better with me there? Then it’s all yours. I’m actually extra excited for the next time I visit home now.

No, it’s ok. Romantic.