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Post by Crysta Thorn on Sept 22, 2009 18:07:11 GMT -5
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 23, 2009 18:48:23 GMT -5
Travis drew in a breath before he knocked on the door. He had no idea what he was going to say to Crysta now that his memory was starting to come back. And even worse, he was starting to feel.. guilty. Which was a weird, alien emotion to him since he forgot a lot. He finally drew the strength to knock lightly on her door, hoping she wouldn't hear or wouldn't be home so he could just leave.
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Post by Crysta Thorn on Sept 24, 2009 17:04:16 GMT -5
Crysta was on thecouch with a bottle of root beer, black sweatpants on, that were pushed up to her knees, a red tank top on, that showed bits of her tattoo on her back, and chest. She heard the door and walked to open it. "Yea?" She asked then saw it was travis
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 24, 2009 17:21:16 GMT -5
He sighed, a little nervous. "I think I'm starting to remember things... And I was hoping that things were cool with us.." he finally said reluctantly.
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Post by Crysta Thorn on Sept 24, 2009 17:22:29 GMT -5
"Well, were haven't been the best of friends...but I guess we are cool." she smiled brightly.
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 24, 2009 17:36:56 GMT -5
He looked down at the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets. He scuffed at the ground with his shoe, biting his lip. "That's... good." He looked up at her. "Hey, do you have Ashley's number?" he asked, having no memory of Ashley's death. "My cell phone deleted all the numbers when I dropped it in a puddle.. and I need to talk to her."
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Post by Crysta Thorn on Sept 24, 2009 18:41:39 GMT -5
"Uh, I dn't kow how I'm going to tell you this...um...Ashley...she is ummm....dead..."
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 24, 2009 18:49:34 GMT -5
He smirked. "Yeah okay," he replied with a laugh and a slight roll of his eyes. "Look, I'll call Ace now, and he'll tell me the truth." He took out his phone and started dialing his number. Ring ring ring...
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Ace Stone
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 24, 2009 20:34:22 GMT -5
Ace reached into his sports locker as he heard his phone buzz and flipped it open. "Hello?"
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 24, 2009 20:35:41 GMT -5
"Hey, Ace, what's up? Hey, listen, this might seem really stupid, but Crysta here is trying to tell me Ashley's dead." He laughed. "How about you clear things up and tell her that Ashley's absolutely fine?"
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Ace Stone
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 24, 2009 20:39:15 GMT -5
Ace's mouth went dry at his words. "I.. umm.." he hesistated, not sure what or even how to say it. " I can't... do that.." his voice trailed off, barely audible to begin with.
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 24, 2009 20:40:17 GMT -5
Travis froze. "What?" he finally got out, taking a few steps back as if recovering from a physical blow.
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Ace Stone
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 7:14:19 GMT -5
Ace stayed silent for a moment as he leaned against the lockers. "The day you woke up in the hospital," he whispered. "She left and..." he sighed heavily. "Can I meet you some where?"
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 7:16:18 GMT -5
He nodded, not able to find his voice for few moments. "Where are you?"
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 7:17:34 GMT -5
"At school, practice just ended," he told him, grabbign his bag and slamming his locker. "Meet me at our old tree house?" he suggested.
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 7:20:07 GMT -5
"K, good idea," he said quietly, closing his phone and jogging across Crysta's lawn. He got on his motorcycle and drove to the park, then started walking through the woods to the tree house.
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 8:12:40 GMT -5
Ace had arrived a moment before Travis and climbed up the tall tree. He sat on the edege of the tree house, what seemed to represent a porch in their old childhood design. He spotted Travis in the distance as his feet dangled freely and Ace gave a silent little wave.
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 8:13:48 GMT -5
Travis waved back and jogged the rest of the way. He climbed up and sat down next to Ace, not sure he wanted to know the truth, so he just remained silent.
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 16:57:13 GMT -5
Ace also remained silent for a long while and then let out a sigh. "It happened the day we came to visit you in the hospital," he finally spoke.
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 16:58:51 GMT -5
Travis reached up and snapped a branch off of the tree and started fiddling with it. "What happened? What are you talking about?" he asked, still in denial. "Is it something I should be hearing from her? Is she in the hospital or what?"
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Ace Stone
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 17:03:07 GMT -5
Ace struggled with what words to use and figured there was no way of getting around this easily. "Ashley was in a motocycle accident," he explained. "Crysta wasn't lying to you."
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 17:05:21 GMT -5
Travis shook his head. "No way, that's impossible..." He shook his head again. "She's never been so careless, not like I am when I'm riding..."
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 17:07:50 GMT -5
"I had trouble believing it myself," he said weakly. "I'm sorry... for not telling you sooner, but I just didn't have the heart to.."
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 17:08:45 GMT -5
Travis shook his head yet again. "That's not possible, Ace. Call her. Now."
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 17:11:20 GMT -5
"No one will pick up," he muttered. "It's pointless."
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 17:13:37 GMT -5
"Call her!" he insisted. "She'll pick up."
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 17:15:07 GMT -5
Ace gave him a grim look and scrooled down to Ashley's number. Putting it on speaker, he pressed call and waited as it began to ring.
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 17:16:30 GMT -5
Travis didn't know how to react when she didn't pick up. "Maybe she's just busy..." he mumbled.
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Post by Ace Stone on Sept 25, 2009 17:23:07 GMT -5
"I've already told you why she won't pick up," Ace snapped at him, losing his temper a tad. He shoved his phone back into his jacet pocket.
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Post by Travis Rivera on Sept 25, 2009 17:24:12 GMT -5
"Not directly," he retorted. "And I don't believe it." He balled his hands into fists and stood up.
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