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[aristotle williams]

He commented that having that kind of headache trouble was terrible. He then asked if she could control them. She breathed in deeply and answered, "Nope. I just take a little pill and go on like nothing ever happened." Now, if it would have been a worse headache, she would of snapped at him, called him a few names and would have felt really uber bad about it later. Good thing she didn't really get those type of headaches often anymore. Those felt like they killed her almost. She couldn't really stand them for much longer. She would eventually have to go back to the hospitals and tell the doctor what had been going on recently.

Thinking of the big white building made her frown. She had always hated needles. She didn't cry whenever she got a shot, but the thought of one made her cringe. The first time she went to a hospital without being in 'critical' condition was for a regular check-up. She had to get a few shots before they could give her the big medicine for her headaches. Ouch, she didn't want to go back down that rode ever again.

She felt a touch on her arm and looked at Kieran. He said it was okay to admit that it bothered her. He hated the way he talked. He then said that people treat you differently because of it. Almost like a disability. "Well, so you stutter a little bit. That's not your fault. I don't mind it." And added that's why he sang. It was almost like he had to force the sentence out. She didn't know what to do now after that. "Well, when you sing, you don't stutter once. Maybe it's something with your vocal chords or something."

She felt better now. That went away quickly. She only took like, two of the Tylenol too. Wow. That was kind of a surprise. Oh well, the quicker, the better. She didn't want to have to deal with these things all day long ya know? "My head feels a lot better. Thanks." She gave him a hug. That was a sudden thing. She wasn't even planning that out in her head either. Oh well. He seemed to need a hug anyways.


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[* kieran anderson]

he nodded at the comment about the pills, though he didn't really understand. he
had never really reached for pills to fix his medical problems, usually because it
would draw too much attention if he kept gaining prescriptions from the doctor -
they would pry and find out about his bruises. the very thought of it made him
raise his hand to his cheek almost fearfully, worried that his makeup had come off
and the bruise lennox had given him last night was on show. in fact, it was this
movement alone which smudged the concealer on his cheek and revealed the
barest hint of his secret, not that he was aware of it. he was too concerned with the
girl in front of him and her pain. he chewed his lip, concern etched on his face. she
seemed better now, thankfully, but he was a born worrier and that wasn't about to
change.

she commented on his stutter and he looked down, his eyes giving away that it
wasn't that he was talking about, but he didn't elaborate. his mental problems were
his own concern. he allowed her to believe that it was just the stutter which
bothered him, when really he was lost in his own thoughts, remembering what it
had been like when he was younger and his problems had been far more apparent,
the other boys at his school poking fun at him and calling him a girl, saying he was
just a child and he always would be. it hurt, it really hurt. lennox had always
protected him from those bullies, always been there when he had been beaten up
to get revenge and gradually they had backed off, too scared of the older twin to
push their anger on kieran. he shrugged at her comment about singing - he really
didn't know why he stuttered in speech but not singing. he had a theory though.
"s-singing comes f-from here" he pointed to his diaphragm. "t-talking from
here" he then pointed to his throat, then kept his hand there. "b-broken."
he explained lamely.

he hugged her back instinctively, pleased that she would trust him with physical
contact. a small, shy smile graced his features for a second before he placed his
guitar aside and took out a newspaper article. it was from his latest gig, praising
the twins performance. he pointed to lennox. "m-my brother. best f-friend too."
- he wanted her to know about the most important things in his life - lennox and
music.

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note;; wrote this while having a hiccup fit sorry its short

[aristotle williams]

He hugged her back. Okay, so hugs always made people feel better, right? He then pulled out a newspaper article and pointed to a picture. It was him and what looked like his twin. He said his brother, best friends. She kind of smiled at that. She never had any 'real' siblings. It was just Garret, but he didn't count one bit because he was adopted. She didn't even live with her evil parents anymore. All they wanted was a child who was obsessed with sports. She just lived in a lonely apartment by herself now, but, it was a lot better than the old house. Evil house. She would never go back there, right?

When she looked at Kieran once more, she had seen he'd smudged a little bit of the make-up he had around his eyes. She looked more closely. It looked a bit bruised. He facial expression changed, "Are you okay? It looks like you have a bruise right here." She pointed to her own face where the bruise looked like on his face. That made her worry a bit. He must of accidentally hit himself. She ran into stuff a lot. Clumsy she is. He may be clumsy also. The bruise didn't look that bad, well, in this light. That still didn't mean she was going to let it slip by her. "Did you accidentally hit yourself on something, I do that a lot." She would of shown him all the bruises on her legs, but, she was wearing jeans and she was feeling lazy right now.

Going back on the brother is my best friend thing, she thought. She wished she had a sibling that was blood related. She wondered how well the would get along and what not. If it would of been a boy or a girl. What his or her name would have been. Oh well. She would never know now. She just had an ignorant step-brother named Garret who was sports obsessed. She liked sports too, don't get her wrong, but it looked like this kid was on freaking steroids. She hated overly muscular people. It was gross. She liked her guys skinny, not overly muscular. "So, what's your brother's name?" she finally decided to ask. She figured she would just ask questions about his sibling. Hopefully, he would just answer and they would move on with their lives. No need to ask anything about her disconnected family please and thank you. If he happened to ask she would probably just respond with, I moved out and don't know anything anymore. That's usually what she told people anyways. She honestly could care less what happened with her family anyways. They didn't care enough to look for her, so, why should she care to even check in to see what's up?


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[* kieran anderson]

ki loved hugs so much it was unreal - he craved physical contact at all
times, love and affection meaning more than any words ever could. hugs
meant acceptance, and he was so, so terrified of being rejected by everyone,
it was a mental and physical curse. she could have no idea how much it meant
to him though, he didn't exactly want her thinking he was a freak of some sort,
did he? no. rhetorical question. he smiled as he showed her the picture, tracing
his fingers over lennox's face gently, looking happy. "t-that was such a
w-wonderful show...he was p-perfect. h-he played the g-guitar, drums,
piano, f-flute, violin...all in o-one song. h-he's so clever." kieran doted on
lennox so much, but somehow managed to hide his incestuous relationship with
him behind a smokescreen of cuteness and innocence. most people assumed
that kieran didn't know what sex was, never mind thinking he was having it
with his own brother. that idea was simply preposterous to most. he had no idea
what she was thinking about, but he was remembering every happy time he
had ever had with lennox, brushing over the violence and the demands of
perfection like looking through stained glass and seeing half of a picture.

he flinched visibly when she touched his bruise, eyes going wide. taking out a
makeup kit, he began to dab at it furiously, stuttering incomprehensively
as he tried to figure out an excuse to make for his appearance, hoping desperately
that she wouldn't put two and two together and come up with four, if that made
any sense at all. suddenly, she offered him the perfect answer and he sighed in
relief, nodding. "I s-slipped in the k-kitchen and hit m-my face off a c-chair as I
f-fell." he manufactured quickly, aware that the walking into a door excuse was
extremely overused and about as convincing as saying you were punched by a mutant
badger on his way to a boxing fight. nonetheless, kieran was a terrible liar, usually
having lennox to make up stories for him which allowed him to keep quiet. the official
story behind kieran's mute behaviour was that he was so dedicated to his music
that he refused to use his voice except during rehearsal and on stage. that made the
fans feel special, like they were sneaking a peek into his most private thoughts, for
surely his words he sang must come from what he thought about in those long hours of
silence?

he snapped back to attention as she asked what lennox's name was, a shy smile
gracing his lips once more. "lennox." he said adoringly, not stuttering once,
for lennox's name was something he had long since perfected saying without the
burden of his damned speech impediment. "d-do you have any b-brothers or
s-sisters?" he asked curiously, always wondering about other people and what
went on in their lives - after all, he had led a sheltered life, hidden away by
his parents who were ashamed of his mental condition, afraid that news of their
'deformed' child might at some point enter and taint their social circle and gain them
damned pity, which no one really wanted to give and would forever alienate them
as 'that poor couple with the child, you know the one, the one who isn't quite right in
the head'. playing with anyone other than lennox was never an option, perhaps the
reason they were quite so close now.

wordcount;; 689 w/ tags and all this crap,lazzzyy.
music;; none
tagged;; ari<3.
layout;; ©Kirstie for both graphics and content
note;; major muse attack before but this isn't as bad as i expected.