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Post by mike ryan peters on Jul 7, 2010 11:44:25 GMT -5
Mike was happy to be home. He had a run in with CJ, his ex-girlfriend and on-again-off-again friend. And the things that they said were bothering him. He was high and partially drunk but his mother raised him better than that. He didn’t regret anything he said to her but regretted the public scene they had made. CJ played a part in it too. She threw hot coffee in his face. Did she not think that he would do something about it?
Mike sat down in on his couch and closed his eyes. Today had been too stressful. Since his life started spiraling, Mike took one day at a time and tried not to get worked up. He lost his buzz quickly then. He opened his eyes and looked around his apartment realizing that it was filled of photos of him and his sister, him and his sisters kids, him and his brother-in-law, His parents and him when he graduated from high school, his ex-fiancé and a couple of him and CJ when they were in grade school.
It was no wonder he wasn’t over her yet. He looked at their past together every single day. His sister had decorated his apartment when he moved here and when she was still able to travel. Amy had a good heart, but sometimes Mike wished that she would just let Mike live his life. “Older sisters are a pain in the butt from day 1” he said to himself.
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Post by christina jazsmine w. hently on Jul 7, 2010 15:07:58 GMT -5
His parting words rang out clear as a bell in her head, Every time I leave its because of you. You think about that. Damn it all if it wasn't the only thing she'd thought about as she sat there at her table and cried. She cried herself silly, what else could she do? His words cut deep, as they were meant to. He knew they would, its why he said them. Which is why she couldn't believe that after a full forty-five minutes of crying over something that was supposed to be her past, she noticed that the jerk face had left something behind. He'd come back for his booze of course, and the stupid parting words he gave her made her ache. She knew he wouldn't call her; it was just adding insult to injury. So why was she sitting in the car, staring at his apartment? Why did she have his wallet in her back pocket....? She told herself, that if she had any other choice, she would never have done this. No, she'd chose to go and mail it back or something like that. She didn't want to be anywhere near him again. Not after the scene they had created....but she didn't have a choice, did she?
She knew for sure that there were things left unsaid, things that maybe needed to be said? It was obvious that they both had to heal....he'd been hurt so badly. She wouldn't blame him if he hated her a million times over for everything that happened over the years. But she didn't regret anything she told him; she didn't feel the need to apologize for anything other than the fact that they had made a scene. CJ convinced herself that she was doing a civil service by returning his wallet. She didn't want him to have to cancel his cards or whatever. He had to have important information in it....damn her for being so damn nice to the person who hated her. Angrily, she slammed the door of her car and marched up to his apartment. She knocked loudly, knowing that he would have to open it. And when he finally opened the door, she stood there face to face with him. Anger and hate flamed in her eyes as she pulled the stupid wallet out of her back pocket.
I hate you. The only reason I am here, is to give you what you left at the stupid star bucks. She said as she shoved the wallet into his chest. After the words they had exchanged, there was no need for pleasant talk. She knew how he felt now, and she was still raging from their earlier spat. What made it worse, was that she had cried afterwards. When he was gone, and she was alone out front, she'd turned into a huge public sceptically, one of the employees even came out to ask if she was okay. Which of course had only made her cry harder. She didn't need this, she'd just lost Seamus, and the fact that she was loosing Mike as well just didn't sit well with her. Even though....she'd only ever had him that one time....those were the good days, when everything was fine. Nothing made sense, but she had her motorcycle and her friends to keep her mind off of things. Now, it was work...and only work. She'd throw herself into it once again until she could bring herself to go get Milo.
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Post by mike ryan peters on Jul 7, 2010 16:07:44 GMT -5
Mike was smoking another joint and playing his guitar when there was a knock at the door. He couldn’t really enjoy the first joint he had because it was wrecked by a cup of coffee in the face and a huge, public argument. He was hoping to get some sort of inspiration from it. It worked for Lennon and McCartney why wouldn’t it work for him?
Mike placed his favorite guitar on the couch and got up to answer the door. Usually the door would be open and people would be just coming in and stopping by, but he was angry when he got home and locked the door. He never expected to see the person who got him so angry.
“I hate you. The only reason I am here, is to give you what you left at the stupid star bucks.” She said as she shoved the wallet into his chest.
“Oh wasn’t that nice of you” he said sarcastically to CJ “Just trying to be a good citizen right; How nice of you. You’re probably going to want to come in a claim your prize.” Mike couldn’t help but be sarcastic with CJ. Something about her just….got him angry now.
The two just stood there, at the door, for a few minutes not saying anything. Mike couldn’t figure out how she found him. His name, phone number or address wasn’t in the phone book. He had done that purposely because of her.
“How did you find me anyways? Are you stalking me now?
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Post by christina jazsmine w. hently on Jul 7, 2010 17:10:32 GMT -5
Yeah, i'm being a good citizen. Is there a problem with that? It peeved her just a little more than it should, that he was back to that disgusting habit of his. She could smell it on him as he stood there at the door, she could smell it reeking from the apartment. She let the obvious displeasure of being here come through on her features. Idiot. Your driver's license has your address. CJ crossed her arms and gave him another, "I hate you" kind of look. She wasn't exactly sure why she was still here anymore.
Why the hell would I stalk you? We're not friends anymore, remember? Because friend's wouldn't pull the shit you pulled. She was still upset over the stuff he had said to her. Obviously, he didn't want her in his life anymore, and she'd be more than happy to make sure that happened. She'd leave him alone, and even though the little voice in the back of her head hopped he rotted, the emotions going through her heart told her otherwise. It would hurt like hell to be separated from Mike for real this time. At least before, she would always have a chance at seeing him again. It was a chance in hell, and they both knew it, but still a chance none the less.
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Post by mike ryan peters on Jul 7, 2010 17:56:07 GMT -5
Mike looked at CJ and really felt that there was nothing mean to say left. He didn’t want to argue anymore. “Well Thank you, I guess.” He said looking at his wallet and walking back towards the couch, leaving the door wide open. Mike was too stoned to care anymore; he just wanted to get back to his music.
Mike picked up his guitar and began fingerpicking his guitar strings, creating a blues sound as he did this. This was the sound that he was going for. No more pop junk or just rock and roll. This sound would be blues/rock and roll. A new sound for the solo act he was going to do. He decided to “screw” the band and do this own thing. They wouldn’t get far without him. He wrote the music, sang the songs, his name was the fucking bands name. The audience was there to see him and him alone. Roger and the guys would call asking for him back and he would tell them to fuck off cause he was on tour. Mike had a dream and he was going to make that dream come true for himself.
“Are you going to come in or just stand at the door” he said before putting his joint in his mouth.
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Post by christina jazsmine w. hently on Jul 7, 2010 20:53:35 GMT -5
To be honest, she didn't want to go into the apartment. To be honest, she should have turned around and walked away again after she had shoved the wallet into his chest. CJ sighed heavily, took a step forward and closed the door behind her. Effectively after she did so, the room started to fill up with the smoke from his joint. She wrinkled her nose and batted the smoke away. Under her breath, she muttered something about having asked him to stop smoking those, but out of need to not start arguing again, she let the thought go and stood there staring at him. Was she going to sit? Was she going to stay? Why was she here again? Hadn't they just cleared the air? And now what, she was going to force herself to be civil because she was in his pot smoke filled apartment? Well, maybe? What would be so horrible about it? If she did indeed do just that....it would be so much easier on the both of them. Another soft sigh and she continued to stand there. She didn't know what to say, or what to do. Her mind was still frazzled and she was in a crappy mood.
Being in such a mellow place was having an effect on her though. Right now she just wanted to kick up her feet and try and relax. Or maybe go back to her apartment and cry some more. It seemed to her that she spent most of her time crying now. And with good reason, you don't lose the one you love and not cry over it. If you did, you were either heartless, or you never really loved them in the first place. She sighed a little and leaned against the now closed door ; she wondered if she looked just as horrible as she felt. Was that even possible? To look as heartbroken and miserable as she felt right now? Or was she just a mere shell of her emotions; her stylist had complained that she looked like crap this morning when she came in to be transformed for her photo shoot this morning. She looked Mike over again; he honestly looked like the bum she used to tease him he'd be when they were younger. But he also looked determined, like he was focused on something really important. She wondered....if she could dare ask him what this thing was.
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Post by mike ryan peters on Jul 7, 2010 21:28:22 GMT -5
Mike felt CJ stare at him as he started playing his guitar. She was watching him as intently as she did when they were kids. “I’m trying to be the next McCartney or Lennon or Lennon/McCartney” he said, not even looking up at her. “I’m doing a solo act now, or attempting too.”
Mike looked up at CJ, who looked like she was out of her comfort zone “You can sit down you know.” He said before going back to Betsy, the guitar he had since he was 14 years old. “Have you heard that The Mike Peters Band is going on tour?” he asked her “And without Mike Peters I might add. So at this moment I have no business, no father and no band...oh and also no friends except Paddy and Miss. California and Betsy “he said, pointing to his guitar, whiskey and weed on the table. “But I am still trying. Partially to rub it in Rogers face and the other part to…I don’t know… redeem myself”
There was an awkward silence when Jack stopped playing his guitar and put her down beside the couch. “How’s the family doing?” he asked, trying to make conversation “I saw your Dad when I was in England. I always liked your Dad when we were kids. He was always very nice to me. Oh my sister had another kid; a boy this time. His name is David Michael. And Allison is adjusting to the big sister role. Poor kid” he said shaking his head and laughing.
Amy had always like CJ and got angry at Mike when they broke up. “You’re meant to be together, you just don’t know it yet Michael Ryan Peters!” she kept saying whenever he visited her in California.
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Post by christina jazsmine w. hently on Jul 8, 2010 0:32:22 GMT -5
She looked around again and decided that the safest spot would be away from him. There was just no telling what she would do if she actually sat next to him. So she made it clear by sitting on the arm of the couch next to him, that she didn't want there to be any trouble or anything. A little smile came across her face when he noticed her watching him. And then the response she got from him, while she was watching made her giggle. Is that a fact now... She said lightly, amused but at the same time weary. She watched him for just a bit longer before speaking, You still have B? She asked timidly, the guitar bringing back old memories of when they used to sit under tree's and he'd play her songs that he made up. Back when they were trying the road of romance. He had been good, and she had encouraged him to do something about it. But then they grew up and grew apart, and she just didn't think he would have taken her seriously. It was one thing for her to sprout nonsense while they were good friends and all that. It was another for him to actually take her advice, even after they had broke up.
CJ looked around the apartment and some things caught her eye. There were pictures....of a younger, happier pair. A pair that used to be inseparable. A pair that would be able to make each other burst into a laughing fit with just one look at each other. Pictures of a younger CJ and a Younger Mike that thought they could take over the world looked back and tortured her. They twisted into her heart like a knife, the longer she looked back at them. You still have these....? She asked as she picked one up and inspected it. She still had her's as well; they were carefully put in a photo album that she kept in her dresser drawer. Little messages were scribbled on the back of them, they were originals. Her head snapped up when he started talking about the band, he had always loved his music. They can't do that....its your band. What the hell? Sue them for royalties. They owe you that and then some. She shook her head and sighed a little, Family.....uh....hm. Let's not talk about mine right now. She didn't know just how many more times she could cry. Amy had another baby? That's awesome. A little boy? Aw, I have to go visit some day soon.... It occurred to her that he said he had no father, CJ's eyes went wide open and she stared at him W-what happened to your father Mike....?
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Post by mike ryan peters on Jul 8, 2010 1:18:57 GMT -5
Mike nodded “B has been with me through it all. I couldn’t give her up. I have so many memories with her. I played her at my first concert in England; I played her at Amy’s wedding… I wrote you THAT song on Ol’Betsy.” He said grinning at CJ, knowing she knew what song he meant. “That was one bad song.”
Mike smiled when CJ was looking at the pictures of them. “My mom gave Amy a whole bunch of pictures and Amy gave those to me. If you look through some of them you can find a picture of us starting 4th grade. I remember that year; I gave you the wrong valentine on Valentine’s Day. I gave you…I can’t remember who’s now but I really liked her. And on the way home you punched me saying you didn’t like me like that.” He said laughing “I was so embarrassed. I didn’t talk to you for about a week.”
When CJ mentioned suing the rest of the bad for royalties, Mike just shook his head. “I have already tried that. They can perform as the Mike Peters band but I get one fourth of the profits and they can’t use my songs.” Mike was kind of glad that they couldn’t use his songs. Some of them were about CJ. If you were singing the song or just reading the lyrics you wouldn’t know but if you knew the two of them, it was easy to figure out.
Mike sighed and looked at CJ “After my store closed down, I got a phone call from Amy saying mom and dad were really sick and she couldn’t fly over to take care of them. So I did. I was there for about a month. Mum got better the first 2 weeks I was there but 2 weeks later Dad died. Mum just had the regular flu but Dad H1N1. Crazy bastard didn’t tell anyone what he had. He didn’t want to worry us.” Mike shook his head. “He was so stubborn. Mum got the shot and so did I. But he said that he didn’t need it, his body could fight it off if he ever got it. I should have taken him to the hospital when he wasn’t getting better.”
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Post by christina jazsmine w. hently on Jul 8, 2010 15:02:08 GMT -5
CJ nodded a little when he said that he had so many memories with B. She had a few of her own with the guitar sitting on the couch. The song he was referring to was the one he had used to ask her out back in Junior high. She smiled a little, remembering that day under a fall tree and the chilly weather. She remembered how she leaned against the tree and closed her eyes as he strummed. She remembered the blush she felt take over her features when he started singing. It wasn’t a bad song….it was very sweet. In…an odd and charming way. Hah, you were so British that it made me giggle. Somewhere deep inside her, CJ could feel the same tightening in her chest. But the feeling was soon smothered by other thoughts; certain ones that never really left her in the first place. He may have thought that she hadn’t wanted him, but in truth…CJ had just been scared that Mike was moving too fast.
She continued to look over the pictures, softly caressing the frames and the faces. Young and vibrant; they had been amazing friends. Oh god. That year was interesting. I think you locked me in a closet accidentally, one day after school. Your mom had picked us up, we were playing hide and go seek…. The memories came back to her like a movie. She watched her younger self and Mike’s younger self running around as she stared at the picture in the frame. You made me so angry that day….because you were mine. I didn’t like that you thought she was pretty or that you wanted to play with her more than me. Even then CJ had been easily angered and jealous, she giggled lightly. I punched you to punish you. And you made me cry twice that week. Such a childish thing to do, cry over ones feelings being hurt. Yet the funny thing was that even as people grew older, they still cried over their feelings being hurt.
His songs…..knowing their history would help you better understand the things you heard some of the songs on the CD’s. The words and emotions behind the music; would it have been shallow to think they were about her? Nope. Because she knew they were. Which is why she couldn’t bring herself to play the music around certain people. CJ pushed her hair out of her face and frowned a little bit, The store closed down….? What else had she missed in him avoiding her like crazy? She bit her bottom lip and sat there listening, and when he was through CJ felt like crying all over again. I’m so sorry… was all she could chock out between her tears. Why was she crying this time? Was it because she grew up knowing what an awesome person Mr. Peter’s was? Or was it because she just felt the need to cry? Yet another important person was gone from their lives.
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