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    <center>annette2

    There's a light at each end of this tunnel.
    You shout, 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out;
    And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again,
    If you only try turning around.

    Two a.m. and I'm still awake, writing this song,
    If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
    Threatening the life it belongs to.
    And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd,
    Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
    And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

    But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
    And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
    No one can find the rewind button now
    Sing it if you understand.
    And breathe.
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    "Burke Gosford you son-of-a-bitch! Answer your goddamn door or I'll break it down myse--" Knobby fingers rapped at his door repeatedly before they spread and splayed flat against the panel, her tongue moving to shmooze over her bottom lip. She practically fell as the door swung open; Grace was staring at her with wide eyes and her bottom lip trembled a little bit as she threatened tears. "Oh, Jesus Christ, you have a fu--"

    "ANNETTE." Burke wasn't far behind the little girl, and he scooped Grace up to carry her away from the door. "You watch your language in front of her, do you understand? She picks stuff up and--"

    "Puts it in her mouth, right? Gross. She's just a slobber machine an--"

    "She's a child. So watch it, or her mother will throw a fist into your face. And you know she will." He dropped to the couch and Grace idly stared off as she watched The Wiggles, while it played tinkling, disgusting music through the whole house. Annie cringed and dropped onto the couch beside him.

    "Why do you have her again, anyway? I thought you hated kids."

    "No, Annie. You hate kids. I have a responsibility."

    "You're not her dad."

    "Thank God. But I told Rachel I'd do it. And this is all besides the point. What are you doing knocking on my fu-- err--"

    "SEE? You shut up about telling me to watch my language. She's not my kid, I don't give a rat's a--"

    "ANNETTE STOP IT."

    "You're so whiney."

    "Get out."

    "Grumpy!"

    "Get out of my house!"

    "FINE. I won't tell you I saw Mada today." A slender leg moved to drop over its twin causally; it was obvious she had no intention of leaving anytime soon. Her eyes rolled to glance at her brother, just in time to catch his eyebrows jutting towards the ceiling. "Oh, you like that, do you?"

    "How do you know Mada?"

    "Besides the point. She told me she met you. I told her to run."

    "You're such a bitch."

    "Burke!" She gasped and threw the back of her hand against her forehead, faking a dramatic faint as she clasped her chest. "Don't say such things in front of little ones!" Pointing an index finger at the girl, Annie stared at him with wide eyes, blinking.

    "I hate you today."

    "I thought you hated me every day?" She retreated to her regular posture.

    "I do. But I hate you even more today."

    "Anyway. She said you were rude to her, and for that, I will have to--"

    "Wait, she said what?"

    "You. Were. Rude. To--"

    "I heard you the first time."

    "Then you shouldn't have sai--"

    "Annette. Get to the point."

    "Fine." She cleared her throat and sighed a little, in this dramatic sort of way. She acted like she needed a glass of water or something, like she was about to accept her Grammy. In the back of her mind, she really just wanted another cigarette. "Hey, do you have a cigarette?" Alright, so maybe it wasn't literally in the back of her mind -- more like the front. Or the side. And back. And other side.

    Burke sighed.

    "Okaaaay." She crooned and strained her neck a little, and immitated that of an ostrich. It was altogether not attractive, though it was hard for Annie to be unattractive even if she tried. "She just said you thought she was a whore. And that wasn't very nice, I mean the girl has gone through some shi--"

    "--Watch it."

    "Stuff. She's gone through some stuff, you know?" Pushing away from the sofa, she smoothed her hands over the front of her and eyed Grace, who turned around to watch her when she stood up. Annie glared at her and headed towards the kitchen, purring over her shoulder. "Where's Holland?"

    "What stuff?"

    "I asked you first."

    "Jesus Christ. I don't know where Holland is. What stuff, Annie."

    "Ask nicely!"

    "WHAT STUFF!?"

    "That wasn't very nice." Opening a cabinet, she pulled out a glass and let the door swing closed naturally, before she yanked open the freezer door. "God, Burke!"

    "What now?"

    "You never make ice. Why don't you ever fill up the goddamn trays when they're empty?"

    "You're banned from my house."

    "Oh whatever. That kid isn't listening to a word I'm saying over those Squiggles shit."

    "It's Wiggles."

    "It's gay." The refrigerator door was pulled open and she took out a can of Ginger Ale, pouring it into the class two-thirds of the way full. "Where's Holland?"

    "I told you, I don't know." Pushing away from the couch, Burke wandered into the kitchen and leaned in the doorway. "Are you going to tell me about Mada or not?"

    "What do you want to know?" Spoken like she was the most innocent girl on Earth, through a canted head and silky-sweet smile. Burke groaned. "Oh, I'm just teasing you, what's your problem anyway? You like her or something?"

    "No, I do not like her."

    "No, I do not like her." It peeled out of her mouth and dripped with a sour attitude, though it made her giggle after she mimicked him. For that, she quickly ducked and threw her arms in front of her face, expecting to be smacked silly. Burke only rolled his eyes and walked away from the kitchen, but she pranced after him, practically jabbing at his heels. "Oh, Burke! She can be my sister-in-law and have crack babies an--"

    "Crack babies? I don't think so."

    "You're so serious all of the time."

    "I don't want crack children, thank you."

    "Oh. So if she wasn't screwed up on junk, you'd date her?" She dropped down onto the arm of the sofa beside Burke, craining over him. "Hmm? Would'ja would'ja?"

    "Weren't you going to leave about five minutes ago?"

    "No."

    "Are you sure? I think so." Burke moved to grab her and throw her into his lap, and Annie squeaked, thrashing around. The Ginger Ale suffered as much (if not more) than she did, splashing over the sofa and Burke, as well as all over her tea-length dress. "BURKE," inserted between bouts of shrieks and giggles, "quittit! It's spilling! It's spilliiiiing!"

    After she was freed, Annie huffed and flopped onto the soda-drizzled sofa, farther away from him. Burke offered a coy smile; she knew what was coming.

    "You clean it up."


    ( Anna Nalick -- Breathe. )

    <font color="#000002" size="1">[ January 27, 2006 02:55 AM: Message edited by: sunday jolt ]</font>

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    Like a paper crane, she made sure her wings were pristenely creased, the material of her costume pressed to perfection. It wasn't suiting for her, given she was running through his house like a madwoman, gawking and cawing over her shoulder.

    "My shoe!"

    "What the hell is your deal?"

    "HEISCOMINGHOMEHE'SGOINGTOBEHEEEEERE!" She stopped and stood still a second, panting, then spun around. "Where the fuck is my shoe?"

    "You're a little bit psychotic, you know that? Check under the couch."

    "I am not psychotic."

    "I saw that letter. Your panties better not be on any floor. You understand me?"

    "I'm a grown woman. I'll do what I want."

    "As long as it's not Holland."

    "Fuck you!"

    "No thanks."

    "What's up with you?" She paused and gave him a sour look, then rolled her eyes. A short cluck of her tongue, before she took off in a whipperwheel of tearing his house up again. "You're all sooooomber."

    "I'm just me."

    "Bland!"

    "Whatever."

    "Gay. Stop saying 'whatever'."

    "What's up with you always calling stuff 'gay'? Don't you think that might offend people who really are gay?"

    "Probably. I wouldn't want you on my team, either." She cackled wildly, then froze and gasped right before he lunged himself at her. "BURKEYOU'REGOINGTOMESSUPMYHAAAAIR."

    "You," he pulled off of her and sprung back to his feet, but only after she was laid out on the floor. "--are the most annoying person I have ever known."

    "Thank you!" She beamed a little and scrambled to her feet, then socked him hard in the chest. "That is for messing up my hair!"

    "Ow!"

    "And that--" she socked him hard in the stomach, before running into his master bathroom, "--is for being a douche!"

    "Mature. Reeeal mature." He cowered and rubbed his stomach a little, then straightened up when the doorbell rang. Yanking the door open, Holland beamed at him, throwing out his hands in a 'here I am' sort of way. "Hey, man. Come on in."

    "What's goin' on?"

    "Nothing. Annie's running around trying to find her shoe."

    "Ah, she's here?"

    "Yeah, back in the bathroom."

    "That's cool. You wanna come out with us?"

    "I probably shouldn't."

    "Why not? A bunch of people will be down at Rockdown's in about half an hour."

    "Yeah? Like who?"

    Holland started rattling names off, and Annette peered from her lean in the doorway. "Holland Bridges."

    "Annie... Lenox? Nono... Goonfaluda."

    "Annie Goonfaluda; now that's a hot name." Burke chimed in, peering at his sister. He gave her a 'go change' sort of look, when he caught her low V-neck dress. She shot him a look and peeled away from the doorway, moving into the belly of the livingroom.

    Holland paused, and shifted. Burke smirked and excused himself to the kitchen, and Annie -- well, Annie slinked into a seat and crossed her legs, canting her had at Holland.

    "What's with you?"

    "Hello to you too, kid."

    "How's the band?"

    "Stupid." Holland clucked quietly and wiped a shrug against the back of the couch as he leaned. "The guys are all screwed up over girls, and no one really--" he paused and glanced at her, smirking a little. "I'm sure you're not interested in this."

    "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't." She fought back a sour look, and canted her head instead.

    "Everyone's just being wishy-washy about stuff. And I haven't written since.. well."

    "Since..?"

    "Your song."

    "Aha." She grinned a little and tilted her head just a touch more. "Everyone's screwed up over girls, huh?"

    Holland offered a lopsided grin, but before he could say anything, Burke was wandering back into the livingroom.

    "Ready, man?" Holland pulled to his feet, and Burke nodded a little, glancing at Annette.

    "Care if I come?"

    "No, c'mon." Joining the boys, she hooked her arms through their elbows like an escort -- but stopped, and turned. "Let me get a jacket."

    "Why? It'll just be on the fl--" Pausing, Holland gave Burke a sideglance, and quickly shut up.

    "Good point." Annette slid her arm back into Holland's, and dropped him a wink. "I'll skip the jacket."

    Burke groaned a little and threw the door open for the duo, popping the lock before he pulled the door shut.

    "Rockdown's, here we come."

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    "What the hell happened to you last night?" She paused and dropped a knee over its slender twin, lips puckering to house a cigarette that had yet to be lit. Her neck was elongated, her hair left down. She didn't seem like she fit in at the bar, given it was full of cheap alcohol and even cheaper men.

    "Killian came by." It was easy enough, her name was something familiar to his mouth and he spoke it casually, rolling broad shoulders in a small shrug.

    "Why didn't you bring her up?" Flicking her thumb against the ridged wheel of the lighter, she lit the cigarette and crossed her eyes a bit to watch the cherry burn brightly, before her head tipped back, mouth pausing as she exhaled smoke towards the ceiling. "I'm a little offended."

    "You'll meet her soon." Moving to lean over his drink (whiskey on the rocks), he glanced down at it, then gave her a side-glance. "You should cut that shit out, you know."

    "Oh, well look at you, mister hoity-toity 'I've never smoked a cigarette'. Who th'hell are you, and what've you done with my junky brother?" The words weren't quite the same without her coy grin; it followed up the question closely, and she dipped her lid in a wink.

    "I told you, I quit that shit. Too expensive."

    "True." Swiveling just a touch on her stool, she canted her head at him, then reached out and poked his arm. "So? Killian, huh?"

    "Yep."

    "Are you ever going to let me meet the girl?" The way she posed the question reminded him of Ursela -- she was trying to be coy, but really, she just sounded downright cold. Her features, on the other hand, had chiseled themselves into perfect lines that oozed gentleness. It was no wonder she'd chosen a bar with cheap men; they tended to fall for her tricks quite easily.

    "Yeah, you will. Just..."

    "Just what?"

    "When she's not around."

    "Mada, you mean."

    "Yeah."

    "I'm not a retard, Burke." Scoffing, she rolled her eyes and took a long drag from her cigarette, tilting her head in the same fashion as she did previously, letting smoke lift from her mouth towards the ceiling. "Although, I'm sure this girl has nothing on Mada."

    "Well, you're not the one involved with her, so I doubt your opinion really matters."

    "Now, now, let's not be so haste, hmm?" Frowning, she clucked her tongue at him twice and shook her head, moving to ash the cigarette into a nearby ashtray.

    "If you meet her, you have to promise me to be on your best behavior."

    "What am I, a four year old? I'm not Grace, for fuck's sake." Her free hand moved to curl around the stout glass that held her Scarlet O'Hara -- much like a Cape Cod, though it was made with Southern Comfort, not vodka. "I'll behave, I wouldn't want to run your little girlfriend off or anything."

    Behind her glass, she smirked, heavily lidded eyes moving to glance at him. I wouldn't dream of it.

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