-- say a little too much

[rylee leanne parker]

I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY---*

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"mom... yeah, i'll come see you and dad soon. tell him i said hi, and that i'm all right, okay? all right, i love you too. bye mom." hanging up her cell phone, rylee shoved it into her pocket, staring off ahead of her. even her mother knew something was up. rylee's tone had been just slightly shy of monotone, and her mother knew that something was wrong when rylee wasn't talking about a sport, school, a friend, or mitch. things had just changed in the last few weeks, and rylee just didn't know anymore. she was just losing herself lately. when she'd told mitch at the lake that she was pregnant, and that she was considering an abortion, his reaction had been hard; she'd cried it out and tried to talk to him, and he said that whatever she did, he'd be okay with. well, that had been fine and dandy. the only problem was, rylee hadn't been sure either. she didn't want to be called a killer... though the baby wasn't technically existing yet... right? she wasn't sure at all. the girl that had been standing outside the clinic when rylee had went surely wanted to scream the word at her, but she'd probably caught rylee's face, because she hadn't and just asked her to think about it one last time. rylee had thought out it; a lot. more than a normal girl would have thought about abortion. course, most normal girls wouldn't be pregnant at sixteen, now would they? she'd walked into the clinic and talked to the woman who was behind the glass mirror. she'd handed rylee forms, telling her to fill those out while she waited. nodding, she'd taken them and a pen, took a seat by the window, and started to fill the forms out. but she couldn't. she couldn't even write her own name, her hand was shaking too badly. she'd tossed the clipboard on the seat beside her, the pen forgotten on the floor, and she'd run for it, out of the clinic, past miss. cruisader, and back to the bus stop, breathing heavily. she couldn't kill the baby. her baby. she couldn't do that to him... her... it. she didn't even know what it was yet, but she couldn't do that.

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that night she'd spent it curled up in her bed, not answering kaitlyn or mikey, and had called in sick to work for the three days that followed. she just couldn't force herself to move. her mind was on lockdown. she remembered crying to mitch, telling him she wasn't ready to be pregnant, to go into labor, to have a child at sixteen. she couldn't do that, she'd said. but here she was, letting herself continue with the nine month cycle of being pregnant... she'd scribbled a note for kaitlyn, explaining to her, and called mitch and asked him to meet her at starbucks. she'd changed, made herself decent and not as though she'd been in bed for three days, and gone to Starbucks to arrive right after him. his reaction to her news of keeping the baby was as much of a shock to her as it was to him. he'd been ecstatic; rylee had never seen him so excited for anything before. that made it all easier, knowing that mitch wasn't going to abandon her or anything. there was just the one thing; to tell their parents. rylee was waiting on when she went to tell her parents; they deserved to know face to face. mitch's parents, however, took a completely unexpected twist. from what rylee had gathered, mitch's parents had freaked; they didn't want their son to be a father at seventeen. well, it was better than having to go through the labor and all that pain, wasn't it? those were the thoughts that rylee had thought. but she thought much worse when mitch told her his parents decision; he had to leave. they were done. mitch's parents didn't want him around, to be a father, to be with rylee. to even be in bristol. he'd transferred out a week later. rylee hadn't gone to see him leave. [/size][/color]

that was three days ago. today, rylee had managed to skip on work again. but this time she'd told her boss... a bit of the truth. she hadn't been feeling good at all, that it might have been something serious, and that she was going to be going to the doctor soon for it. she really had been. she figured it was time to get it over with. she'd just finally sat down with kaitlyn and told her everything that happened, and the girl had been there for her, letting rylee rest her head on her lap while rylee tried her hardest not to cry. she was just not in the right place. she couldn't think of how she was going to go through everything without mitch. that hadn't been the plan at all. that was the thing that hurt the worse about this. he'd been so excited, so ready... he would've made a good father, rylee was certain. shaking her head of those thoughts, she pulled her green eyes from the poster of all time low she'd been staring at. pushing herself off of her bed, she changed out of her flannel pants and black tank top and changed into a white To Write Love on Her Arms shirt and her black jeans. pulling out a pair of socks, she pulled them on as she reached under her bed for her black and white Converse. grabbing her wallet, she left the dorm, heading down to the cafe really quick. she needed something to eat. she hadn't had anything to eat in.. well, honestly, it'd been maybe a day? so not too horrible, but she knew she had to eat, it wasn't healthy. but the cafe didn't have the best food.... shrugging, she wandered over to the vending machine and stared through the three inch thick glass at the disgusting delicious choices. shoving a dollar in the ancient machine, she hit A5, getting a Twix bar. she felt like chocolate. hmm.... pulling out another dollar, she got one more. she decided; she was going to go visit holly johnson. they'd agreed they needed to hang out. they'd bonded over the school's chat, and she felt like she owed her a visit. and maybe she could help rylee... for some reason, she felt holly could. she was older... and definitely wiser than rylee was, that was for certain. because hey, holly wasn't pregnant and her boyfriend hadn't been forced to another school in new york city. [/size][/color]

walking back up the stairs slowly, she slowly chewed on her twix bar as she tried to figure out what exactly she sohuld say... she couldn't get the words just right. it wasn't like she was best friends with holly or anything... in fact, she barely knew her! all she knew was she was blond, a senior, and had a roommate named preston that didn't like her already, somehow. and edward, who rylee had first assumed was her boyfriend, but turned out to be best friend. really, that's all rylee knew. but she felt like this was something she could talk about with holly. she just hoped that holly didn't react badly or anything. there were those people that did... and rylee didn't want to think about what and who she could talk to if holly reacted badly. looking up, she realized she'd reached the first floor of dorms. she racked her brains, trying to remember the dorm number holly'd sent her. it took her a minute but as she glanced at dorm 104, she stopped suddenly, realizing that was her stuff. chewing on the last bit of twix, she tossed the wrapper into the trashcan that was near the end of the hall. slowly walking back, she stood before the door, her hand raised, ready to knock. glancing at her shoes, she bit her lip as she took a deep breath to steady her hand, which was shaking. knocking twice gently, rylee shoved her hands into her pocket, glancing up as she waited. she looked down the hall in one direction, then the other, before hearing the door in front of her open. looking up and seeing the face of the girl she'd talked to over the school's chat, rylee put on her best smile, though it was half hearted. "we said we should hang out sometime? i thought ... we could hang out now? and... maybe.... talk about... something?" she added the last bit softly, looking down for a small second before she made herself look back up at holly's face. [/size][/color]
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TAGS--* sammie as holly johnson. <3
OUTFIT--* in postt
WORDS--* one four five two, according to the word counter
LYRICS--* all time low --therapy
CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
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[`holly johnson.]

Your secrets safe
No one has to know

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Cleaning was something that Holly Johnson did often. She was rather OCD when it came to the dorm being spotless. She was the person who would yell at people to use coasters before setting down their drinks, or would throw a fit when Preston wouldn’t pick up after himself. Seriously, Living with Preston was like living with a two year old. Andie wasn’t bad about picking up after her self, and Edward would occasionally try to help out by doing the dishes, but Holly would always find something wrong with it, and have to go back and redo it all anyway. She really was an odd one when it came to things like this. Cleaning was something that Holly did when she was upset, or needed to think. It was almost like Edward was with the park.

Maybe that’s why Holly had decided to skip out on going out with the gang for the day, and instead decided to stay home and clean. Edward and Preston had decided on going to Cedar Point for the day and invited Holly and Andie along. At first, Holly thought it was a great idea, she loved Cedar Point, and had gone there a lot as a child with Edward and Jazz. But when she got to thinking about it, she realized she wasn’t going to be able to do much anyway. She could ride rollercoaster’s while she was pregnant, and she didn’t want to bring down the rest of them, so she kindly refused, making up an excuse about needed to do some stuff for a project. Saying goodbye to them, she shut and locked the door before going to change out of her pajamas.

Trying to decide on what to wear, she went through her drawers before resorting to a basket of clean clothes that she had sitting on her bed, waiting to be folded. She couldn’t find a pair of her shorts, so just pulled on a pair of Edwards Boxers. They were stretchy and comfy, and that’s just what she wanted. Holly had noticed that she was starting to show a little bit more, especially if you knew to look. She wasn’t as worried about hiding it around the house anymore. She had told Edward about it about a week earlier, and then Andromeda a few days later. She tried holding off on telling Preston, because she knew Preston was an ass, who would make a lot of jokes that quite frankly, Holly couldn’t take. She would probably bust out into tears, and then he would just make fun of her for that.

Though oddly, telling Edward had been worse than having Preston find out. Holly was terrified of Edwards reaction. She knew that she was better off than most girls in her situation, after all, she knew without a doubt that Edward would be by her side through it all, but she had been nervous about his reaction. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you found out you were responsible for bringing a child into the world, especially with your best friend. Though honestly, if Holly wanted to be truthful with herself, there wasn’t another person in the world she would rather raise a child with…or be with quite frankly. Pushing those thoughts aside, Holly threw on a t-shirt and her penguin slippers [which always reminded her of her friend ryder] and walked into the kitchen to begin cleaning.

Anyone else would have thought the kitchen area looked fine. There were just a few dishes in the tiny sink. But to Holly, it was a complete and total wreck. Pulling her hair back at the base of her neck, letting a few loose strains fall, Holly started on the dishes in the sink before spraying down everything with a cleaner and scrubbing. If people would leave her to it, Holly could clean all day. She found something calming in doing dishes, scrubbing floors and organizing. Getting the kitchen done, she made her way to the bathroom. It didn’t take her long to clean the tub and the toilet. Getting down on her hands and knees, she began to scrub the floor. This had been the place where she had taken her first pregnancy test, and then the last two that finally made her believe she was pregnant. She stopped scrubbing for a minute and just sat there. It was still hard to believe that this was real, even though she knew it was. She rested a hand on her small pudge for a moment.

Hearing a knock on the door, Holly glanced up with a slightly confused look on her face. Glancing at the time, she saw it was only about three thirty in the afternoon. She figured Edward, Preston and Andie wouldn’t be back until late that night, and she hadn’t planned on anyone else coming over. Getting up, She put the cleaning supplies back under the sink and washed her hands. Drying them on her shirt as she walked over to the door, she looked through the peep hole and say Rylee Parker standing at her door. Rylee was a girl that Holly had met over the school chat site, though she had seen the girl around the school a few times as well. She was a sweet girl, and even though she was only a sophomore, and Holly barely knew her, she still liked the girl. In fact, she had even suggested that they needed to hang out soon.


Undoing the lock, Holly opened up the door and offered the girl a warm smile, which was very different from the one the girl was offering her. Holly was fairly decent at reading people, unless it was the people she knew the best, which was odd, and she could tell that something was up. Keeping her smile, she nodded at Rylee and opened the door all the way. “Yea..Sure…Absolutely!!”

[/color] It wasn’t as if Holly couldn’t clean another day, and besides, she really did want to get to know Rylee. Gesturing for the girl to come in Holly shut the door behind her and made her way over to the fridge. “Go ahead and sit down on the couch. Sorry for the state of this place, I know it’s a terrible mess”[/color] Grabbing two bottles of water and a banana, Holly walked over to the chair next to the couch and sat down crosses legged. Handing Rylee a bottle of water, Holly opened hers and took a sip, before peeling open her banana.

For the last week or so, Holly couldn’t get enough bananas. Preston was convinced that she was turning into a monkey, a comment which had gotten him hit several times with a notebook. She just assumed that this was her body’s way of telling her she needed more potassium. She had done the weirdest things with Bananas so far; she even fried a banana up with her scrambled eggs the other morning. Talk about odd. Turning her attention back to Rylee, she smiled again before saying “So… Whats up? Whats this….something…you want to talk about?”[/color]



Tag ;;[/color]rini as RYLEE
Word Count ;;[/color]one one eight three
Outfit ;;[/color] right here
Other ;;[/color] Eh. Sorry. haha

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