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entrancelogs2014-10-29 03:15 am
gadjos) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-29 03:15 am
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and I've been away for so long now;
Who: Andrew Bell (Peter Rumancek) & Lori Cohen (Lana Baumgartner), Andrea Marshall (Hayley Marshall)
Where: Grandma's House, Diner
When: 10/26 Evening & Late Night
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tonight's the night he decides whether or not to pop the question to Lori, and he has dinner with Andrea.
The Story:
Lori
He's been thinking about it a lot- truth be told, he's been thinking about it since a week after the funeral, when he sobbed like a bitch on her. She didn't care, she really didn't, she was there. Young and alive where his mom wasn't, helping him cope with the torrent of anger and frustration and shit he was going through.
She was there to get shitfaced with him when he needed it. She was there when he broke his fist punching through a car window. She was there when he almost got arrested for beating up some asshole at the bar making a 'your mom' joke. She was there encouraging him to steal some shit from the mall to take his mind off of it.
She was there through the anger management and the therapy.
He's been conflicted, though. He's older than her, sure, but not by much. It's too soon, sure, but they're different aren't they? (Aren't they? He's not sure.) He's talked to Michael, he's talked to Charlie, and while they've got some good points...
There's something else influencing his decision. Some memories flooding back into him that he's desperately trying to keep out. He remembers another girl, a blonde one, a pregnant one that he loved. He remembers losing her. He remembers losing the one that came after, and the baby along with her. He's not sure how, just that it's slipped away from him too many times, and this one he wants to keep.
So he's got a ring in his pocket, and he fiddles with it with one hand while the other knocks on her door- quietly, so as not to wake her grandmother. That old lady sleeps more than any living person should, and he's still not positive she's still a-fucking-live.
Andrea
He had a thing for her a couple of years ago and they both knew it. Things were a lot different then, though- he was a stupid kid, she was pregnant, and even if things had worked out like he might have wanted them to, he wouldn't have been ready to deal with it. Fortunately, she's not the kind of girl to let things get awkward and avoid him afterward (probably one of the reasons he liked her in the first place), and over the course of their lives he likes to think they've gotten pretty close.
It's not to say that he doesn't have other friends, because he does. He's got Charlie, he's got Michael, and of course he's got Lori, but after all the shit that goes down... what he really needs is a years-old friend that, by now, feels like family.
So he wanders into the diner during her late night shift, settles on a stool at the counter, and props his chin up on his hand.
"Hardly workin'?" He offers, his voice too exhausted and flat to really sell the joke.
Where: Grandma's House, Diner
When: 10/26 Evening & Late Night
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tonight's the night he decides whether or not to pop the question to Lori, and he has dinner with Andrea.
The Story:
Lori
He's been thinking about it a lot- truth be told, he's been thinking about it since a week after the funeral, when he sobbed like a bitch on her. She didn't care, she really didn't, she was there. Young and alive where his mom wasn't, helping him cope with the torrent of anger and frustration and shit he was going through.
She was there to get shitfaced with him when he needed it. She was there when he broke his fist punching through a car window. She was there when he almost got arrested for beating up some asshole at the bar making a 'your mom' joke. She was there encouraging him to steal some shit from the mall to take his mind off of it.
She was there through the anger management and the therapy.
He's been conflicted, though. He's older than her, sure, but not by much. It's too soon, sure, but they're different aren't they? (Aren't they? He's not sure.) He's talked to Michael, he's talked to Charlie, and while they've got some good points...
There's something else influencing his decision. Some memories flooding back into him that he's desperately trying to keep out. He remembers another girl, a blonde one, a pregnant one that he loved. He remembers losing her. He remembers losing the one that came after, and the baby along with her. He's not sure how, just that it's slipped away from him too many times, and this one he wants to keep.
So he's got a ring in his pocket, and he fiddles with it with one hand while the other knocks on her door- quietly, so as not to wake her grandmother. That old lady sleeps more than any living person should, and he's still not positive she's still a-fucking-live.
Andrea
He had a thing for her a couple of years ago and they both knew it. Things were a lot different then, though- he was a stupid kid, she was pregnant, and even if things had worked out like he might have wanted them to, he wouldn't have been ready to deal with it. Fortunately, she's not the kind of girl to let things get awkward and avoid him afterward (probably one of the reasons he liked her in the first place), and over the course of their lives he likes to think they've gotten pretty close.
It's not to say that he doesn't have other friends, because he does. He's got Charlie, he's got Michael, and of course he's got Lori, but after all the shit that goes down... what he really needs is a years-old friend that, by now, feels like family.
So he wanders into the diner during her late night shift, settles on a stool at the counter, and props his chin up on his hand.
"Hardly workin'?" He offers, his voice too exhausted and flat to really sell the joke.
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Mainly, she only wanted to go so she could flaunt her sexy Older Boyfriend at the bitches at her school. She didn't mind dressing up just for Andrew (I mean, she's not going to let that dress go to waste!).
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He's gonna be the creepy older asshole hanging around young highschool girls.
Fuck it, he doesn't actually care what anyone things. Anyone but her, that is, and he's not big on disappointing people he gives a shit about. So he shakes his head. "Nah, I'm going. Somebody's gotta spike the punch, right?"
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She leans up on tiptoe and kisses his cheek, fond. "So. Are we almost there?"
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"Yup, follow me." Rather than taking her up along the walkway of the bridge, he takes her hand and tugs her through the shrubbery off to the side. Behind the bushes and the foliage is a tiny, worn path littered with beer bottles. At the bottom, beneath the bridge, is a tiny stretch of land leading up to the water. It's a shielded, private circle, and on top of it are all the requirements of a picnic. A blanket stretched across it, and on top of it a basket of food and a bottle of (admittedly cheap ass) wine.
Surprise, he's a romantic guy. Who would have guessed.
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"Oh. My. God! Andrew, you did all this!?" If it wouldn't totally ruin the moment she'd take out her phone and snap a picture so she could remember this forever. "This has got to be the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me!"