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Going Mad | Krystal & Brandon

Tonight should have been the happiest one of Brandon Wilde's life. He'd proposed to a beautiful girl who was as crazy about him as he was about her. She'd said yes. His family were ecstatic about the whole affair and right now she was probably curled up sound asleep in his bed waiting for him to come home. Yet here was was, sat on a curb half way across town with his head swimming in both alcohol and memories of his old life. It was well after midnight now and the air was turning chill but the boy didn't notice despite his only barrier from the cold being a thin button down shirt.

Taking a gulp straight from the bottle of whisky that hung limply in his hand, at danger of dropping and shattering on the road at any moment, Brandon shook his head. There was no where he could go. He couldn't go home. Not yet. For starters he'd told Karen that the boys had dragged him out to celebrate so turning up this early would only cause concern. Other than that though he wasn't sure he could face it. 

There was the other women who his love for had been awoken today. The girl he couldn't believe he'd ever forgot but he'd already visited her once tonight and his cheek was still stinging as a result. In one night his heart seemed to have doubled inside so that it could hold the amount of love he had for two very different women and been shattered into more pieces than he cared to imagine. He'd left the shelter in the most foul mood. Elphaba hadn't remembered yet but she would soon, he was determined to make sure of that. 

He'd made his way to the grocery store just in time to buy a few bottles of assorted alcohol before it closed. And that's where he was now. Sat outside working his way through the first one he'd grabbed out of the bag. It wasn't numbing him the way he wanted it to. The memories kept flooding back to him. They seemed to be working backwards. Memories from his later life coming to him much sooner than those from his younger days. The different schools he'd attended. Different people he'd met and parties he'd thrown.

A girl who's taught him how to waltz flashed into his mind with a face he could never mistake. Krystal? The girl he'd thought had been his high school girlfriend and was currently mad at him over things he couldn't be sure had ever really happened now. She'd always been there for him before. Standing up rather unsteadily Brandon made the decision that she would be there for him now. Krys had been in this other land with him, surely she'd understand. 

Her flat wasn't far from where he was sat in the street but the walk took far longer than it normally would have given his current state. There was a buzzer system at the front door and that might have posed a problem to him if one of the neighbours hadn't been returning home in a similar condition to him at the time he arrived. She knew him as Krystal's friend so after a short conversation she had no problem letting him come in with her. Was she really who he thought her to be?

Climbing the stairs was a task in itself but he got there eventually. Stumbling to the door with the bottle of whisky still in one hand and the bag in his other clinking as the bottles rolled together. He knocked loudly and frantically. There was an urgency that had taken over as he'd got closer to his best friend that he couldn't deny. He needed someone to talk to, someone that could tell him it was okay or maybe even that they knew what he was feeling. The door opened and he didn't even wait for Krystal to acknowledge him, probably didn't even give her enough time for her brain to process who was at her door at this hour.

Stepping forward he wrapped his arms tight around the blonde girl. Clinging onto her as though his life depended on it. At some point, he wasn't sure when, the tears he'd been holding back almost all night had finally started to stream down his face. "Sweet Oz, Krys." He sobbed against her shoulder. 

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[Fiyero had arrived in town earlier that day in his carriage that as always was being pulled by the servent his mother insisted travel with him in some vain attempt to keep him out of trouble. The prince's arrival had caused quite a stir in the town, as it always did and just like usual Fiyero invited everyone to join him for a night of frivolity to celebrate his presence. When he'd inquired about the most swankified place in town he'd been met with nothing but a blank stare for the girl he'd been flirting with in the town square. She'd proved quite useful to him. Informing him of the ways of this particular area. A formal ball it would be. Held in the palace he'd be staying in for the duration of his probably quite short stay here. 

The guests had started to arrive while Fiyero was upstairs changing into the rich burgundy suit he'd been given by the people of his tribe before he left for this school. It was one of many he'd been gifted over the years. Every new location seemed to earn him a new one with more detail and finer fabrics than the one that came before. The dance floor was full when he came into the ballroom but he didn't recognize the dance taking place before him. All eyes fell upon him as he sauntered through the crowd to the thrones that sat at the far end of the room. Throwing himself down into the largest, most comfy looking one he sprawled across it. His legs hanging over one arm and his elbow propped up on the other. Which lucky lady was going to get the pleasure of being his first dance of the evening he wandered.]

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A New Song || Fox & Krystal

Fox could barely keep his smile from breaking into a grin as he prepared for his date with Krystal. It was something he’d wanted for a long time, and now, as he pulled a neat, black blazer on, he was positive it had been worth the wait. He reminded himself that Krystal was still sad, and he still had to work to cheer her up tonight. Still, she’d seemed almost as happy as he had at the idea of their date, which was quite a relief considering he’d asked her out in a rather clumsy and unsmooth manner.

Heading out the door, he grabbed his wallet and keys, humming to himself as he slid into his car. It was a little beat up, but it ran well (and so it should, considering the majority of his Family worked at Rob’s car shop), and he knew Krystal wouldn’t care what state it was in so long as it was clean and ran well. It was one of the many things Fox admired about Krystal; she didn’t care about appearances. She completely went against everyone’s expectations about her and her family; she was exciting. He was excited.

He pulled out his cell phone as he arrived at her place, intending on texting her, before he decided not to. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he clambered out of his car, making his way up to her front door. After taking a moment to calm the butterflies in his stomach, he knocked quickly three times before taking a step back and waiting for Krystal to answer.

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[Fox glances up at Krystal from across the store, noticing how unhappy she's been as of late. He frowned, placing the last of the records he was re-stacking into a rack before moving back towards the counter, leaning towards her over the top.]

Hey, Krys...is something up?

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[text] Oh, I don't want to drag you in if you don't want to come in!

[Text] If I didn't want to come in I wouldn't have offered! I'll drive over now xx

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[text] Oh, I was just curious. I've got an essay to write that's due in a few days and I was going to use you as distraction if Boss Man was going to be in tonight.

[Text] Do you want me to come by anyway? I've got nothing else to do.

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[text] Do you work tonight?

[Text] No I was in the comic shop this afternoon and I have tonight off. Why?

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Getting To Know You || Fox & Krystal

Fox tossed the paper bag containing two cheeseburgers onto the passenger seat of his car as he clambered in, balancing the cardboard holder with the two sodas in his left hand. He yawned as he pulled out onto the road outside of Granny’s diner and headed to his job at the record store, tired as always. Working three jobs was a lot of work, but he was managing, and it wasn’t as if he had no free time. He actually really enjoyed his jobs. Working at the bar meant he met plenty of fun people which made it easier to tolerate the few drunken idiots he’d have to deal with and it was always a fun time, considering how friendly so many people in Storybrooke were. The comic shop was fun and, considering the boom superheroes had had in the media lately, meant more people were coming in and discussing his favourite comics with him! And the record store, well, that was his favourite.

He’d always had a deep love for music. He was the kind of kid who’d sit in the kitchen using a variety of pans and spoons as a drum kit, and his grandmother had encouraged him. She’d bought him his first guitar when he was eight years old, and he’d been playing since then. He’d stopped for a while when she died and he went into the orphanage, but since he started working in the record store, his passion had returned to him. It wasn’t just the music he loved at his job, though. His co-worker, Krystal, was one of the reasons he loved his job so much. Although they didn’t know each other too well, only having met through their job, he thought she was fun and they always had a good time when they were working together.

It didn’t take him long to arrive at work. He strolled happily into the shop, the bell above the door tinkling as he entered. Grinning happily at his co-worker, he held up the paper bag of food. “I brought burgers,” he smiled, moving to his post behind the cash register. “How’s the store been today?”