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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 17:06:27 GMT -5
Drake laughed at her excitement; who knew she would like the bike that much. Getting on, he unhooked his helmet from where it was clipped to the handle bars and handed it to her, hoping she would wear it, because he was afraid she would get hurt. He always made the second rider wear the helmet, because he only had one. "I fixed it up," he mentioned, meaning the bike. "You know, added stuff and took stuff away. It's a lot faster now, and the paint job is better. I got it detailed - did you notice the new flame pattern? It's hard to see, because it's a practically transparent silver, but when I'm riding, you can see how cool it is because of the sun reflection. It looks like real flames." He gushed, proud of his bike. "I changed almost everything on this." He revved it up, enjoying the loud growl it made, laughing over the sound. "Except the voice on it! I definitely didn't change that," he shouted over the engine's whirring.
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Rosie Elliot
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How would you like to run away with me, Rosie? We can take the car and drive far, far away!
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Post by Rosie Elliot on Sept 1, 2012 17:10:09 GMT -5
'Well, I'm not an expert on bikes, but it's shiny, and loud, I like it!', Rosie shouted over the engine as she pulled on the helmet, not worried about how messy her hair would be after the ride. Like the last time she'd rode on the bike she slipped her arms around Drake's waist, clasping her hands together in front of his stomach. 'Where are we even going, I know we said we're going for a drink but, got any place in mind?', she asked.
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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 17:29:43 GMT -5
Drake grinned when she asked where they were going. Pretending not to hear her over the roar of the bike, he took the first exit off the high way he could find, heading away from Staten Island's busiest places, out towards the beach. He was going for the north part of the beach, far away from his own house. He knew Serena would love the company, but he didn't want to spring something like that on the new mother, especially since James seemed happiest when Daddy wasn't home. Pulling the bike around a few houses, he drove through a vacant lot's space, commandeering what would be the house's back yard. The bike kicked up sand as the all-terrain wheels adjusted to the ground, and Drake put it into park when they reached a nearby line of trees.
He had picked the best beach spot ever, somewhere he only went by himself. It was up an nearly empty street, in the northern part of the beach, where people only owned homes to vacation in. As it was getting close to Thanksgiving, no one was home - which meant all their backyards were private beaches, free for him to use. It was just one big huge stretch of land and sea, behind six or seven houses, none of them with lights. Where he had parked was the very end of the street, where there was a plot for a house but no actual house - that made riding around easy. He was next to the woods because the trees provided nice shade, and there were fallen logs he had dragged out to the beach to sit on, near the fire pit he had built the year before. Often, he would come out to write here, his diaries from up to ten years ago stowed away in the hollow logs, kept dry in a plastic baggie, stuck in a metal box, locked up and safe.
He got off the bike and helped Rosie off, then hung up her helmet. Heading over to the log, he pulled out his diary box and opened it up, yanking out his high school diary. Flipping to a page from August, he smiled at Rosie. Reading, he didn't look up, not entirely sure why he was doing this. "Today, Rosie and I talked about running away. Maybe I was more serious about it than I thought. We could be the next Bonnie and Clyde, I told her. Rosie and Drake."
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Post by Rosie Elliot on Sept 1, 2012 17:36:20 GMT -5
Well this doesn't look like a good place for a drink. Rosie thought, but she didn't really care. Anywhere with Drake was good for her. Plus, she'd never been to this part of the beach before, it was nice quiet.
After she got off the bike she took of the helmet and placed it down on the seat. To her surprise her hair wasn't that bad, she adjusted her bow and followed Drake. Out of no where he produced what looked like a diary, Rosie eyed him suspiciously as he began to read.
Rosie felt her heart sink, and rise up again, and melt, and stop and start, and, well let's just say, she audibly gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth. Suddenly she was back in High school, in her dorm with Drake, planning to run away.
'Oh', she mumbled, staggering back a little and sitting down on the sand. A lot of emotions hit her at once, and though only one of them was negative, she found herself with tears in her eyes.
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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 17:41:10 GMT -5
Taking a bottle of vodka he had in the box, he quickly moved to kneel next to her in the sand, his journal still clutched in one hand. He put it down and unscrewed the lid of the alcohol, offering her the glass bottle. He hadn't expected such strong emotions to cross her expressions over simply reading a diary entry. He had wanted it to be a bitter sweet moment, something to laugh and smile over, something to say "Oh, we were such cute kids!" about. However, even as he was reading it, he knew that wasn't how it was going to happen. He had hoped that she would convince him that "Drake and Rosie" was never a serious thing, even though... in the back of his mind, he knew it kind of was, and would still be until they resolved it. Looking at her sadly, her expression made him look down, dark eyes muddled with confused emotion. "Sorry..." He reached out to tentatively touch her knee, afraid to look up into her eyes.
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Post by Rosie Elliot on Sept 1, 2012 17:53:02 GMT -5
Rosie gratefully took the bottle from Drake and took a big sip. It burnt her throat, but she didn't care. Absent-mindedly she wiped the tears from her eyes and looked over at Drake, a smile playing on her lips. 'Sorry', she laughed softly, placing her hand over his. Loving the feel of his warm hand against her cold skin. A dress wasn't the best protection from the cold wind when on a motor-bike. 'I didn't mean to be so ... Emotional, it just really took me back', she said quietly, gesturing at his diary.
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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 17:59:53 GMT -5
Drake nodded, understanding her. He flipped his hand over so that he could hold her's tightly in his. Smiling softly, he reached up with his other hand to wipe away a stray tear. "Salty tears by the salty sea," he murmured, resisting any urge to leave his fingers against her ice cold cheek. Dropping his hand, he glanced at the diary, still open to the entry, and gently took the bottle back, swigging the godawful vodka. He hated vodka, but he was a 'drinker with a writing problem' as he liked to say, meaning he couldn't write without being at least a little fuzzy. "I know, it took me back, too..." he trailed off, setting down the bottle so that his fingers could hover over the words 'I think I love her,' written at the bottom of the page.
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Post by Rosie Elliot on Sept 1, 2012 18:08:24 GMT -5
Rosie looked down as he wiped away her stray tear. Reading through the open pages in the diary her eyes caught on to five words at the bottom of the page. Reaching out she pressed her finger tip on the word love.
'Love', she smiled, looking up at Drake, 'You loved me', she said it in a slightly childish way, almost with a hint of mocking, but it was all in good fun. Besides, despite her doubt at the time, it was clear to her now, that she had certainly loved Drake.
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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 18:18:23 GMT -5
"Loved..." Loved. Past tense, no longer occuring action, something that happened. That was then, this is now. Loved with a 'd' on the end... or love with no other letters, no prefix, no suffix, just love? He sighed, moving closer slowly, looking into her eyes. They were mocking, but not unkind, just... Rosie. He couldn't help it, he couldn't stop himself. He planted his hands in the sand on either side of her and leaned in, his lips pressing to hers for a brief moment. It was over too soon, but he couldn't deny that it happened. That something happened, more than just a meaningless kiss.
Backing away, Drake hid his face, that lock of hair falling down in front of his eyes again, the one thing that he had changed about his high school appearance. It was funny, how it came back now, that piece of hair that he was so proud of back then. "I'm sorry." He murmured. He couldn't help but think back to that kiss and realize... it was a true bittersweet moment. The sweet was trying to tug him back to high school, where running away was a possibility and nothing else mattered. But the bitter was also there, trying to usher him back home, where a wife and children waited to love him, for him to love them back. It tore his heart, but instead of splitting, it stayed in that awkward no man's land, where decisions must be made.
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Post by Rosie Elliot on Sept 1, 2012 18:26:16 GMT -5
Rosie didn't move away from the kiss. In fact, when Drake had moved away, she followed, only for a split second, but probably enough for him to notice. Rosie dug her hands deep in to the sand on either side of her, silently thinking about what the kiss meant.
'Sorry? Why're you sorry?', she asked, reaching over and brushing away the hair from his face, 'This silly bit if hair', she laughed, leaning closer to him. Honestly, she didn't mean to, but she found her lips on his. Obviously being so close to him, she couldn't resist. Besides, he'd started it.
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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 18:35:42 GMT -5
Drake noticed when she followed for the kiss, and was sorely tempted to kiss her again but... he was holding himself back. His fingers dug into the sand, the veins on the back of his hands raised as he tensed up. He had a wife and children and... yet, here was his high school "sweetheart" - which was technically, not his true high school sweetheart. Wasn't that Serena? They dated in high school, they got married later but... Drake dated Rosie in high school, too, it just wasn't known as actual dating. Before Serena, they were like Yin and Yang, two halves to a whole. Why had he given her up for a one night stand that turned into... well, more than one night?
"I'm sorry for... for that night." he looked up at her, letting her kiss him before he continued. This time, he hadn't been too thorough with the kiss - he wanted to tell her, get things off his chest first. "You know, when... when I started hooking up with other girls that summer, I'm sorry for forgetting you. I'm sorry for pretending you didn't exist that summer. All we did was have sex and talk and I complained to you and it was terrible." he glanced at her and reached out, his hand straying up to touch her cheek, gently. "I feel horrible, for promising to run away with you and then... devoting my life to Serena and my daughter, without even a thought of you. It was wrong, and I'm just... so sorry, for hurting you." Before the tears could fall, he pressed his lips to hers, more fiercely. As the few lone tears slid down his cheek, he kissed her harder, hands still dug into the sand, wishing to grasp her shoulders.
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Post by Rosie Elliot on Sept 1, 2012 18:59:44 GMT -5
'It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you', Rosie replied in hushed tones between kisses. Tears welled up behind her closed eyelids, falling down her flushed cheeks, cascading over Drake's fingers. Rosie's hands found their way on to Drake's neck, up in to his hair.
Soon enough Rosie found herself pushing Drake down on to the sand. Was she taking this too far? Nervously she stopped kidding to look down at his reaction.
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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 19:04:03 GMT -5
Drake liked kissing her, feeling their tears mix together, feeling the sand beneath his jeans and the alcohol in his brain. But what he didn't like was all the pulling on his heart strings. Rosie... or Serena? Friend, lover... or family, best friend, wife and children? When she pushed him back, he had to sit up and pull away, wrenching his hand back. "No - Rosie, stop." He whispered, the tears still flowing, slowly. Soon, they stopped as he took a moment to breathe. "I can't do this. I... I know you're not asking me to choose, but I have a wife and... children, a family. If Serena found out..."
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Post by Rosie Elliot on Sept 1, 2012 19:11:12 GMT -5
Rosie knew it was true good to be true, she'd seen it coming, but that didn't stop her from feeling the way she did now. 'So what if she finds out?', she stammered, standing up, a little uneasy on her legs. 'Your not happy Drake', she bit her lip, trying not to cry more than she was already, 'Maybe you can't tell anymore. Maybe this is your life. Your unhappy life, but I know you. Your not happy, and it's because of her!', she was yelling now, slowly backing away from him.
Of course, she didn't want him to run away. To abandon his children. That was the last thing she wanted. All she knew is that she still loved Drake, and she couldn't have him.
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Post by Drake Wade Adams on Sept 1, 2012 19:18:01 GMT -5
Drake stood up when she started yelling, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Holding out his hands, he wanted to try to coax her into calming down. Slowly, he walked towards her, but she kept stepping back. "Rosie, stop yelling, please," he begged, eyes wide, tears threatening to fall again. He eventually caught her, hands gripping her shoulders softly. He looked into her eyes, features hardened with what he had to say. "Rosie, I chose this life. I may not be elated twenty-four-seven, but I would but much less happy if I missed out on seeing my daughter and my son grow up because I was in the middle of a custody battle." He paused, then pulled her into a hug. "Serena and I agreed on an open marriage but... this would tear her apart. We need to figure this out. I'm not giving up on either of you." He murmured.
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