( hold me d o w n )( shane )

[Jessie O'Devlin]

i'm a balloon

and i'll fly a w a y

It was warm, slightly humid, but she was loving it. Finally a day worth being outside for. She had put her hair up into a pony tail, a few side-swept bangs across her forehead. Jessie didn't wear makeup, and today was no exception. As she put on her Ray Bans, she slipped on her flip flops and went out into the sunlight.

Her brown eyes scanned the scenery as she meandered to the garden. She didn't mind it here, to be quite honest. So many people thought this was a prison, but it was so quiet and peaceful. Jessie used to be more social, but no longer. The thought flew right out of her brain, with more than a gentle push by her conscience. She sighed, wanting to live more than five minutes without being reminded by that horrible, awful-Stop that! she scolded herself.

There were a few kids talking on one path, so Jessie took the other fork of direction. They looked her way, curious at the newcomer, but Jessie just scoffed as she went on her way. People could be so judgemental, especially here. Why are you here? Where did you come from? What are you in for? It sounded like the prison everyone thought they were in. Jessie just wanted to feel better, to get it out of her brain and never think about it again.

Under a smaller, younger tree, there was a bench. She sat down, feeling in her pocket the anxiety pills she was prescribed. Then she looked at her watch, the one she was forced to wear due to the lack of a phone, and knew she was supposed to take them half an hour ago. She couldn't feel the effects yet, but she knew she would. She would get flinchy, snippy, and unpleasant to be around. She would get panicked with the slightest provocation, and most people didn't know what they were doing when they patted her on the back or offered a hug. Just thinking about this made her scoot to the middle of the bench, making it a little more difficult for someone to sit down with her.

Now that she was sitting, she didn't know what she had come out to do. Nothing to occupy herself with, she simply tipped her head back and looked at the clouds, thinking of the shapes they made. She wasn't crazy, no of course not. Just a little different, maybe, and Jessie knew that. But nobody else who judged her knew why she was different. Nobody she'd met so far, anyways.

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[Shane Gilliam]

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Shane groaned as the light coming in the window hit his face. Today was suppose to be a sleep-in day, not a get up early day. It was a weekend day, not a school day. He tried to cover his face with his blanket, but he once the boy was up, he was up until it was night once again. He threw off the covers, revealing his bare top and striped pajama pants. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times to wake up a little more. He got out the only paid of skinny jeans that had slight ragginess to them and then a plaid red and black shirt. He quickly jumped in the shower. He slipped on the clothes, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his shades, and then put on his favorite pair of shoes. He walked out of his dorm in readiness for anything to do today.

He walked outside and the sun basically beat down on him. At least he was able to roll up his sleeves on this shirt. Some long-sleeved shirts wouldn't move at all basically. He saw a lot of people hanging around the pond today because the water usually made the air cooler. He would be going off to the garden then. He could usually find cute girls by flowers. It had proven well back in Indiana at least. He felt pain in his head with the sleep he had gotten last night, if you could even call it that. He got nightmares often about the night he walked in on his father basically killing his mother. His right hand grazed the left wrist were the doctor said that it would probably be there for the rest of his life since he was hit so hard.

He continued walking down the path and something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. She had on a bright pink scarf, black shorts, and a tan tank top, probably with something printed on it. Her sandals had bright pink stripes as well. He was walking over to her and felt the pain in his chest. The pains came and went quickly, but they hurt like hell. While still walking over to the girl, he pulled out the small pills in his pocket. He was told to take them when the pain hurt so much that he felt like he was going to fall over or something like that. He was to the girl when he popped the small pills in his mouth, "Hey. Do you mind if I join you?" The girl was pretty; that he knew for sure.

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[Jessie O'Devlin]

i'm a balloon

and i'll fly a w a y

Absently, her silver-painted fingernails began scratching at an itch on her bare calf. With a huff, she decided that just because this place was peaceful, didn't mean it wasn't also slightly boring. At least in Iowa, there had been some entertainment now and again. One farm boy fighting over another's girlfriend or things of the like. Usually fairly trivial... until the fists started flying. Jessie knew that all too well. She crossed her right leg over her left, toying with her scarf, looking around. It was then that a boy started approaching. At this place, she didn't know what issue he had. Maybe it was as simple as a drinking problem, maybe much more complex than that. Oh well, she thought, wasn't I looking for entertainment?

She looked him up and down, though with her soft, doe-like brown eyes it wasn't a menacing examination. It was one of curiosity and intrigue, not speculation or disapproval. One of her little cravings in a man was a button-down shirt, and he sure hit that one on the mark. She smiled, squinting into the sun at him, and was relieved when he stepped into the comparitively shady space created by the tree. "Um, yeah. Sure," she said, forcing herself to be social. She scooted to the far edge of the bench, feeling her skin crawl with anticipation. Goose bumps raised up on her softly tanned arms, telling of her anxiety. As much as she was a guarded sort of girl, her emotions were incredibly easy to read. Not always a good thing, she'd come to realize.

Jessie noticed him pop a few pills, and she supressed a chuckle. Seemed like quite the popular trend around this place. She felt her own in her pocket, knowing that those lingering goose bumps were warning signs that she was going too long without them. With slight difficulty, she pulled them from her shorts and swallowed two. It seemed routine now, and Jess hated that taking pills other than vitamins had to be considered normal. "I'm Jessie," she said, pushing the thoughts of pills out of her mind. Quick to make a friend in a slightly lonely place, she offered a half smile. "Where are you from?" she asked, thinking it was at least a place to start.

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The girl seemed almost scared that he had approached her almost. He saw her skin slowly turn into goose bumps. Anxiety. He knew the feeling as well. He knew that there were specific types of it, but his doctor just said he had anxiety; no specifications or anything of the sort. He just tensed up a lot, couldn't ever get a decent nights sleep, and could be very awkward around people if he wasn't feeling it. He also had flashbacks and nightmares of the things that had happened. It was really just two things; his sister's funeral and when his father basically almost killed his mother. He could picture it in his mind perfectly, the colors, he could even feel like he touched the objects in the room. He opened the brass doorknob to the house, hearing his mother's crying voice, trying to find help. The boy dropped his bags and ran upstairs to his parents' room. One more swing of the bat and his mother would have been dead.

Shane felt a stinging pain go up his left arm. He tried not to make it noticable and he tried to make him touching his wrist seem like it was a natural motion in his body. He went back to the girl in front of him as she said he could join him and scooted down the bench as far as she could without falling off. He took the spot, trying not to get too close to her so he wouldn't scare her off. He saw her, out of the corner of his eye, pop pills in her mouth too. He knew that it could be for anything at this place, but his anxiety notion was probably correct. She then introduced herself as Jessie. He thought the name suited her well. "I'm Shane." He didn't feel like creeping her out by saying what he thought. She then asked him where he was from. "The most boring place in the world. Indianapolis, Indiana. And yourself?"

So, the only reason why he thought Indianapolis was boring is because he lived there his whole life basically. Everyone thought that about their own city basically. But, he actually began to miss it while thinking about it. He knew that there was plenty of stuff to do, but still. There were plenty of places to hang out where he lived and what not; places to hang out with friends, plenty of parks. Yeah, he decided he did miss it all.

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OUTFIT: clickky
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[Jessie O'Devlin]

i'm a balloon

and i'll fly a w a y

As she sat, turned slightly toward this guy, she consciously relaxed each muscle individually. Slowly, the goose bumps went away. This was a technique her old therapist had taught her. It was the only beneficial piece of information she had learned from that wretched, crabby old woman. And lucky for Jess, the meds worked pretty damn fast. If they hadn't, she would have refused to take them all together. Even now she didn't take them right on schedule. Nothing horrible had happened yet, right?

Shane. Hm. She'd never met a Shane before, but there was a first time for everything. And she was pretty excited that he didn't offer a hand or anything like that as a form of greeting. That would have just ended... poorly. Ever since Joe, she refused to be touched. It didn't matter how casual or well-meant it was, she despised foreign hands on her body. Maybe someday that would change, but as for right now, Jessie was set in her ways and her feelings.

"Indianapolis? I think I've got you beat there," she said with a small laugh. "Des Moines, Iowa for sure is one of the most boring places in the entire world," she said with a smirk. She thought back to a few months ago. Just a few months was all it took to turn an average girl's life into an inescapable nightmare. She'd gone through so much pain, both mental and physical, for this boy she thought she loved. He had told her that he loved her too, but all of those words were blatant lies. You're distracted again, she thought, gently scolding herself. She tended to have a wandering mind, but it usually wasn't too noticeable. That was one of her few less distinct characteristics.

"How do you like it here?" she asked curiously. "I've only been here maybe a week," she said, having honestly forgotten what day she had arrived. It had been a minor whirlwind of planes, cars, suitcases, and tears. So many tears, actually, that they had stopped falling. Such a strange, numbed sensation that was to have to cry but not be able to.

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