all roads lead to home

Here is where my info will go when i think of something profound to add and write about this little town where they all live and interact and it's happy and angsty and we have a lot of fun with them and all their cute little things and then the angst too ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Home|| F2F ⇄ Chris & Bridget

Chris: “Really?” He was so defensive that not even the drink he had just finished was calming him like he thought it would. Here he was trying to move on and actually go on a date only to see her. The one person that he thought had moved on and far away from him. “Were we good because where’s the proof to that?” He didn’t even want to argue with her but it was like he was only doing it for the closure he needed. “Funny, a really poor apology and you’ve got a clear conscience.” It only solidified his thought that he didn’t mean much to her. If he dind’t mean so much to her then why should she mean anythign to him? His face hardened as he continued figuratively swatting away her words. He wasn’t here for her apologies or to even be around her. He didn’t want to hear about how she was only here to rest her wing. “Glad I could serve as your familiar face,” Chris wanted to move away from her. The memories suffocating him. The thought of how she was the person he would often dream about, only waking up to realize that she wasn’t there. He thought about how she was still the name he would search if he ever was bored at home and had a computer in front of him. She was the person that had stopped his life when he left. He didn’t want to hurt because she had just left without so much as a goodbye. “I can’t do this.” His adam’s apple showing the struggle it was to push the lump down his throat. It was as if life was telling him not to move on no matter how much he wanteed to. “I’m supposed to be here moving on or getting over you.” How stupid was it that he was still getting over someone who seemed so fine without him. “Fucking Kismet.” He looked around looking for his date, but not catching sight of her. For all he knew she had backed out and hadn’t even told him that she wasn’t going to show.

Bridget: shook her head and sighed. "So, because everything ended on a bad note that totally negates every good moment of our relationship prior?" She nodded as her words finished following it with a dismissive shrug. "Fine with me. If that's how were going to leave it." Maybe he was onto something with all the bitter and the anger in his voice. Deep down she knew she deserved it but there was still that level on the top that refused to admit her wrong. Her experience should have been humbling but all she could think of was the hurt, and how much this hurt right now. When all she wanted was his comfort. But her tongue and her pride were betraying her. In a deep breath she sighed. "I'm sorry, okay. I am. I've said it and you just won't accept it, it doesn't mean it's half assed." She could feel the bubbles of her alcohol in her stomach, or maybe it was the nerves and butterflies everything happening with Chris was bringing. But it was uncomfortable and she didn't know what to do anymore. His words stung as he said he was trying to move on from her, but she should have known that. She wondered too why it had taken him so long. But she had also noticed his word choice and she didn't know why there was a little bit of hope in his words. "I could go ahead and help you with that." She moved her eyes around the room, looking to see what he was looking for, knowing it had to be another girl or something. She finished the contents of her drink and shifted on her heels. "You can't do this, fine, I'll find you someone to move on with." She hoped the irritation she was trying to hide wasn't there, and wondered just what in the world she was doing.

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Morning || F2F ⇄ Mariah & Kyle

Mariah: There was so much she could have told him. How much pain she was in and just why she felt like she needed her mom. Fighting back her tears she nodded her head knowing that Kyle did mean what he said. "You said before the hate, meaning there is some." She chuckled knowing that she had caught Kyle on a slip of the tongue, her quick lawyer prowess catching on words that could have meant nothing to anyone else. "I doubt he'll be any more blood lustful than usual," she hid her smile. Even after all this time she found it oddly endearing just how protective her father was of his "little girl". "If you start sleeping with one eye open then I really will sleep on the couch. I do not want to roll over in the middle of the night and see that." She laughed, pressing her hand on his chest. For a moment she had forgotten all about the pain and had actually slipped back into what she felt was her former self. The self before all the heartache and loss. "You can always practice being your golf swing," She hinted. "It would be great for you and my dad to have some common ground. Or... just anything to be on the same page with him would be great."

Kyle: rolled his eyes with a hint of playfulness behind them. "There you go lawyer-ing me. I promise Ms. Davis, I did not mean to perjure myself in any way." Though he joked, it brought an air of pride over him that she was so good at what she did. His embrace of her tightened ever so slightly around her, it occurring to him how rare this had become and he really didn't want to let it go. He nodded his hand catching her hint. "I'll talk one of the partners at the firm, get us a good t-time. But here's the big question. Do I let him win, or do I battle it out. Show him I'm strong and capable?" He knew how much this meant to her and he was going to try his hardest, but in his eyes it wasn't him that was the problem. He was willing to work, to take the steps to making this easy for them. Her dad was the one who seemed to not want to budge and Kyle had yet to figure out how to prove to the man he was good for his daughter. He just wanted the man's respect though. "We'll work on it. Promise. I'll make it my top priority." He assured her, and he would.

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Cake? || F2F ⇄ Juliette & Johnny

Juliette: Any girl would have been happy to stay in their open area ready to be devoured by their boyfriend. It was just Juliette that was a big more conventional when it came to her romps with Johnny. Giggling as she felt her hair halo around her she held her breath, her stomach caving towards the bed. Her panties already a lost cause she brought her legs through, kicking the lace off to the side. Exposed to him now she felt a shiver go down her spine. "I think you have someone else that needs more attention anyway." She bit her lip before grazing her hands against her own body. One hand stopping at her nipple she let the other wander between her legs. Bending one leg she teased her clit, brushing past her bundle of nerves. "Johnny," she whispered to call his attention instead of letting him focus on what she was doing. "Little help here."

Johnny: Focusing on what was in front of him was easily distracting, and not only did his eyes grow wider, but he felt the bulge in his pants grow as well. He was a gentleman though and Juliette was intoxicating to watch and he licked his lips until she pulled him out of his trance. "Sorry..." He murmured, his mind back on what was to come next. He smirked his infamous smirk and pulled her by her knees closer to him in one swift motion. His hands found her knees and widened the playing field a little as his lips found the milky white skin of her thighs. In a beat he'd made his way down, further and closer to where her hand was already at work. He was determined to help her, and that's just what he did. His hands followed behind his lips and covered her thighs, moving to make more room for him as he ran his tongue up her slit, letting out a moan of his own at her taste.

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Text: Bridget ⇄ Juliette

Juliette: Are you kidding? If we are going to hang out he can stay home just so that I can be your wing woman.

Juliette: I can always come home and get laid or go to his place.

Juliette: Chris was weird and broody and all around had very little personality. He was like a mannequin. Too pretty and stoic

Bridget: A good old fashioned girls night. I'm here for it. It' been a while, I forgot how good of a wing woman you are.

Bridget: Let's do this really soon please. I mean if I am crashing on your couch it should be easy??

Bridget: He wasn't always like that, he had his good moments too. He was funny and passionate sometimes too. Just has had it tough.

Bridget: But he is long in the past, let's find me someone fun!

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Brett: You can't blame staying up on me. I'm just as wrapped into this as you are.

Brett: I want you to be happy.

Noelle: I can if I want to. Watch me. :P

Noelle: I am happy, so I guess mission accomplished.

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Christopher: You make it sound like I'm already dying. Just relax and stop trying to push me into a relationship.

Christopher: Loosen up a bit? My little sister is trying to set me up with someone just because she'd rather focus on my relationship than her own.

Noelle: Of course I am, because my relationship is just fine and I am not the one sitting there moping and being all cranky.

Noelle: I just worry about you is all.

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Christopher: then I've still got a lot more to go before losing bladder control and you're not going to be the one taking care of me

Christopher: this isn't your business Noelle. Stay out of it. I'm not kidding.

Noelle: Well, you better hurry and get on it, the clock is ticking, you're losing time.

Noelle: Wow, someone is grouchy over there.

Noelle: You don't have to be so cranky. Loosen up a bit, will ya?

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Brett: You just said it would take years for me to be with someone and then said that I'm an amazing catch in the same stream of texts. You're contradicting yourself a lot.

Brett: and it's too bad. The girl I want to make happy doesn't want to be happy (deleted

Brett: only a little?

Noelle: It's three am... I'm not supposed to make sense.

Noelle: I'm delirious because someone is keeping me awake all night.

Noelle: Okay... maybe I'm a lot more jealous.(deleted)

Noelle: Do you want me to be jealous?

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Text: Bridget ⇄ Juliette

Juliette: I always do.

Juliette: I would except I have a really hot guy I can go to so I don't need to go out and try to get laid.

Juliette: GROSS! You found a stalker with a foot fetish. That's the double whammy of creeps. All he needed to have was mommy issues or bed wetting and you would have had creepy bed encounters bingo.

Juliette: then again you do have a thing for the weird ones.

Bridget: Well I understand staying in with your hottie. The going out would just be to have a couple of drinks and have fun. But we can do that with your hottie with us another night.

Bridget: So you can just go home and get laid afterwards.

Bridget: He very well could have, but I was not sticking around long enough to find out. Still cringe worthy when I think about it.

Bridget: I do not. Chris was not a weird one...

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Brett: I'd make time for you if I were with you [deleted]

Brett: shouldn't you be with a guy that wants to be with you? [unsent]

Brett: yeah that sounds like it sucks. Remind me that if I ever get a serious girlfriend that I need to make her a priority.

Brett: wait. I don't think i would need a reminder for that since that's something I would already do.

Noelle: I put the reminder in my phone right now. It's set to go off in a few years if we're lucky.

Noelle: ;P

Noelle: Well aren't you just an overall amazing catch. You're going to make some girl really happy one day.

Noelle: I'm a little jealous.

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Christopher: Why is your first thought of me being incontinent? I wouldn't want you touching me.

Christopher: will you stop.

Christopher: there's no one to get over. I'm over her. I'm done. She wanted to go out and try to be on tour then that's on her and I guess I was just dead weight but that doesn't mean i need to be out there dating.

Christopher: keep your nose out of my business, rugrat.

Noelle: That's what happens when you get old, everything goes. First you hearing, your eyesight and your bladder control.

Noelle: Only if you do.

Noelle: This is what I'm talking about. You're not over her.

Noelle: And you are not dead weight. Even if you're a butthead, you're a catch. Someone is really going to like that about you.

Noelle: You're my brother, everything is my business.

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Morning || F2F ⇄ Mariah & Kyle

Mariah: "No, you can pick them out. I trust you." She masked her avoidance by her small comment of trusting him. At least that was true. That would always be true. She trusted him to make decisions, she trusted him in many different ways, it wasn't a lack of trust in their relationship that was causing her to be so closed off. Now in his arms she took calmer breaths than before. "Don't let me go." She wasn't sure if she was saying it in the physical sense or even the literal. Don't let me go was her way of begging him to not leave her even if they were going through such a hard time. They had been together for years. This was just something that would pass, something that she had to work through alone for now. Her arms hooking around his back to keep her close she just needed to feel him near. "You say that like I'm supposed to believe it. You hate my dad." Even with that fact Mariah smiled at her boyfriend. Her dad always thought that Kyle wasn't good enough for his little girl even when Mariah loved Kyle more than anything. "But, everything is going to be okay. They're going to visit and everything is going to be okay. We're going to be okay."

Kyle: tried his best not to question what was happening right now, and just embrace it. Embrace their physical closeness though they felt oceans apart almost. He only nodded his head at her, and made mental note to pick out some blankets in general the next time he made a run to target. He's hands trailed around her, making small circles on her back with the pads of his thumbs. He wasn't sure what she was saying, thinking there might be something deeper laced in her words, but if only she would speak up. He looked down into her eyes shaking his head, silently begging her to talk to him, to give him more than just what she was saying in such few short words. "I won't, ever." His smile quirked up into a bit of a smirk, keeping his hands in position around her, squeezing her a bit tighter. "I don't hate your dad." He let out a little chuckle, trying to sound convincing, not sure if he could convince himself of that either. "There's a level of fear that comes before the hate if we're being honest." He let himself off with a little laugh, his eyebrow quirking at her and nodding along. "Of course we're going to be okay? I mean, unless your dad's coming to kill me in my sleep or something, then I'm going to have to disagree, I won't be okay." It was typical Kyle, go for the joke, he wanted to express some normalcy between the two of them. Maybe get back to normal that way. "Should I start practicing sleeping with one eye open?"

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Home|| F2F ⇄ Chris & Bridget

Chris: scoffed at the thought that they had come to be these people. That they had come to be the people who no longer recognized each other. "Save it Bridge." He held a tighter grip around the glass, somehow falling into the old way he would call her. Sometimes things didn't change, almost like his mouth had muscle memory when just saying her name. "You want to act like everything's fine, like you didn't walk out on me for years, like you didn't... run, fine. You can keep pretending." He could see the girl he was supposed to be meeting over Bridget's shoulder but didn't make eye contact with the girl. He focused back on his ex, now bringing his face closer to hers. "Now what? You're done traveling the world. You come back to what? Rest your wing? You know before you run off again." He looked at her with hard eyes. "Go." He looked towards the door all while catching a whiff of her signature perfume over the smell of the alcohol. "That's what you do best, right? Leave. Or is it pretending like everything's okay because you're getting pretty good at that too. Maybe you've always been good at it. Pretended that we were okay before you left. That you loved me." He had questioned so many things when she had left. Had he been the only one in love with her? Had there been cracks in the foundation all along? "I don't want your apology."

Bridget: She shifted her eyes down, looking up at him through her lashes, unable to make full eye contact as she let him do all the talking. It was only fair of her to let him say his peace, get it all out. They had fought about her leaving before hand, and he was right, she had just left. Gone and honestly never looked back. She had wanted to argue, opening her lips slightly that she hadn't run. At least not from him, but she stood there, watching his lips, her mind thinking of other things as well. Who was she to argue with him with what he said was true? She didn't follow his path of vision as he looked to the door and instead rolled her eyes at him. She was ridiculously good at pretending that everything was fine. If only he knew the half of it. How she had even convinced herself that everything was fine, even as she'd come home to the red eviction notice on her apartment door a few nights prior. But she wouldn't tell him that, wouldn't express that she had failed at her dreams, that he had been right all along that she shouldn't have left. She wanted to argue that he never believed in her, in a desperate act of defense, finally breaking her silence. "We were okay, and you know that's not true. I never pretended anything with you. And you're right, I'm here to rest my wing, was looking for some familiar faces after seeing new ones each day." She shook her head, letting out a small huff of anger, crossing her arms bitterly and taking another drink. "Fine, then don't take it. But it's there, I said it, conscience cleared. What would you like anyway? Another drink?" She shrugged her shoulders, giving him a daring look and sighing, trying to present herself as light an airy, as inside, she tried her best to do exactly what he'd just accused her of.

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Morning || F2F ⇄ Mariah & Kyle

Mariah: "You're right, we do have the emergency heating blankets," she corrected without mentioning that was the exact term for what he was talking about, "But I was thinking that we would use the blankets for comfort reasons and not just or practicality." She sighed as she continued to eat. How long could they actually play this game, the one where she mentioned pointless things to keep her secret. "Yeah, not fun." Before she would at least find some time for Kyle but now it just hurt knowing the type of future they could have had. " I could have sworn I did. I'm so sorry." So sorry for a lot more than neglecting to mention her parents coming into town. She reached out to him, stopping him from possibly starting on the pans he used. "Are you sure?" She came as close to him as she possibly had in a long time, her lips close to his shoulder. Pecking a kiss on his skin she swallowed back the emotion she hid beneath the surface of all her calm. "I just feel like it would be good for me to see my mom," she admitted without giving the exact reason why "But I know how much they stress you out." Her hands went to hold him, she took in his scent. "I miss you," she admitted instead of saying missed as in last night she didn't bother to correct her statement.

Kyle: "We can pick up new blankets, I don't mind. I can get them, or we can get them if you want to pick them out." He really didn't care at this point. He could tell by her words that he'd been wrong and didn't understand what she had meant, and he hated the subtly in that. He used to understand her, to know what she was thinking even before she even spoke it. He missed those days. He just missed her. It was odd to miss someone who was in the same room as you, a hallowing feeling that he couldn't even begin to describe. Continuing on with what he was doing he let his shoulders rise and fall shaking his head and dismissing her apology. "It's fine. It's your parents. It's not like you invited my worst enemy to stay here." Though he refrained from comparing her father to just that. He knew the man wasn't his biggest fan, and all he wanted to do was win him over, but now he wondered if it was even worth it to try with the state their relationship was in. Feeling her touches he was almost taken back and it took him a minute to actually answer her, hoping his silence wasn't misleading. "Yeah, I'm sure." He stopped what he was doing and dried his hand on the dish towel before twisting around so they were face to face, he wrapped his own arms around her. He tried everything he could to shake away the feeling of awkward he got, and hoped that she didn't feel how stiff his arms seemed to be, but maybe he was creating it all in his head. "If you need some time with your mom don't worry, you never really have to ask my permission for that." He said what he meant and he meant it, he looked down at her a smile on his face to show how much he did support her and the things she needed. "I miss you too." He echoed, wanting to say so much more, picking up on her careful choice of words but treading lightly all in the same breath. He didn't want to overload her and scare her away.

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Text: Bridget ⇄ Juliette

Juliette: no one calls it the pudding emoji. It's a literal pile of poo.

Juliette: I'm pretty sure you can find someone to stroke more than just your ego.

Juliette: Okay, to moving on.

Juliette: so tell me about your tour encounters. Anything that competes with trashy smut novels with weird looking sailors on them?

Juliette: come by any time.

Bridget: Okay... you totally got me there. You win. :P

Bridget: That's going to be my goal for tonight when I got out with a few of the people I met on tour. They're in town. You should come out with us!

Bridget: Nope, I did not do it with Fabio. Nothing crazy to write home about. There was a cute roadie or two along the way, a couple make outs with random locals at after parties.

Bridget: There was one guy though... oh my god he was weird. He had this thing where he was obsessed with my feet. He came to like a few of the shows I hadn't even realized and like he was cute so I thought nothing of it, and then when we were hooking up I caught a glimpse of his phone and my feet were his background! He'd taken the picture at one of the other shows!

Bridget: I found security reaallly quick after that.

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Brett: usually you have to say the regretful thing before you regret them.

Brett: sounds like you're saying there's trouble in paradise.

Noelle: My lips are sealed. Not getting anything out of me. At least not in writing. Then there's evidence and not just my word against yours.

Noelle: Eh, I wouldn't say trouble, he's just been a little lame lately. I've wanted to spend time with him, but it's apparently hard to find free time for me.

Noelle: -insert eye roll here-

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Christopher: again with the dating thing? Shouldn't you be worried about your own relationship with your toddler?

Christopher: there's nothing sad about being single. Stop meddling in my life kid.

Noelle: I'm not worried about him. I'm worried that when we get older I'll have to change your diapers or something because you never found a wife to do it.

Noelle: It's not the fact that you're single, it's the fact that you need to get over that... /you know what/.

Noelle: Mom always taught us if you have nothing nice to say we shouldn't, and I've got nothing nice to say about her.