THEY SEE ME ROLLIN, (BRUCE) BE HATIN

[posy ann knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/a796906876e95afad579d7d7f94af27e/tumblr_mj1hfsDORf1qats01o1_500.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi Typically every break Posy goes back home to Ohio. This year has been a bit different than usual though. Thanksgiving her truck decided it didn’t want to work so she couldn’t drive up there. Then for Christmas break her Dad had to work too much for it to be worth her going back up to Ohio so he came down to Easton for a few days. Now that it was Spring Break though Posy finally was getting the chance to go back home. She could see her Dad, her Grandpa, and she could even stop by and see her Mom. Typically she would make the drive up to Ohio late morning and get there just as the evening is starting so she could order pizza with her dad and Grandpa. This time around though it would be her dad, her Grandpa, and Bruce. Posy was beyond excited to be going to see her family but to also bring Bruce along. He needed a break. There was so much going on in Easton that he could do with leaving for a few days. Also she would get to introduce him to her dad and her Grandpa. Posy wasn’t exactly sure how it would go. She told him that she was bringing Bruce and her dad sounded… surprised? Either way he was okay with it and said he couldn’t wait to meet him. She called her Grandpa and he just said Well well well and that he was looking forward to meeting this guy. Posy thought it was great, she was so excited! So the Sunday of Spring Break she woke up early and packed her bag, ready to leave Easton at around 11 am so she could get back home by 5pm. Bruce had put up a fight about her driving. For some reason he kept insisting that she was a bad driver. Honestly she knew she was fast, but she never got a ticket, she passed her drivers test, and she has never gotten in an accident. Just because Bruce drove a little slower than her doesn’t mean that she is a bad driver. He put up a fight about her driving, but whenever she went home her dad would fix anything that needed to be fixed in her truck. Plus she knew how to get home the fastest way, it would just be easier if she drove. It took a lot of convincing and some kind of underhanded means but she got Bruce to agree. After packing up for the week and making their way out to her truck Posy threw her bag in the truck bed and couldn’t stop smiling. She jumped into the drivers seat, which was pulled almost too close to the steering wheel so she could reach the pedals. I am so excited. Now you get to see that Ohio isn’t Mars Posy said to Bruce and shoved him playfully on the shoulder before starting the truck up. She pulled out of Videlict and got the highway in minutes. Technically Google maps say that the drive should be about ten hours, but Google obviously didn’t know the best way to get back home because it took six hours, not ten. It didn’t take long to get out of the Easton city limits and she glanced over and laughed a bit. Lighten up Bruce, its not that bad Posy told him when she noticed he was tense. words: ??? tagged: bruce outfit: CLICK

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[BRUCE RYAN MCKAYE]

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I'M A YOUNG LOVER'S RAGE GONNA NEED A SPARK TO IGNITE. I'VE GOT THE SCARS FROM TOMORROW AND I WISH YOU COULD SEE, YOU'RE THE ANTIDOTE TO EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR ME

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[style=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:10px; text-align: justify; color:921614; margin-bottom: 10px;]Bruce wasn't sure how he felt about going to Ohio. On one hand, he was excited; he was getting out of Easton - something he hadn't done since Christmas Break, and something he was definitely in need of - but on the other hand, he was going to meet Posy's dad. That was enough to put the fear of God in anyone, really, meeting their girlfriend's dad for the first time. He wasn't in the business of meeting parents, after all, and it wasn't exactly something he was particularly good at. Sure, he could be polite - although, often he simply chose not to - it wasn't like his mother had raised him without manners. Coming from the family that he had, manners were important, looks were important, and learning how to introduce yourself to someone and make an impression was something he had, at one time, learned. He just didn't exercise it often. He didn't care enough to do so. Still, it wasn't something he was particularly looking forward to. But if it made Posy happy, then he could deal with it. At least, he could try. And, it was a trip out of Easton. So as long as he focused on that, it wasn't so bad.

They needed to get out of Easton. After what had happened the night before, there was simply no questioning it. And this was what the legacies were good at, after all; someone hit one of them and they scattered. It was the luxury of having a lot of money at quick and easy disposal, and a killer at your heels, was that he could drop everything and leave town and go somewhere completely out of his way. In this case, Ohio. No one would ever come looking for them in Ohio, of all godforsaken spits of land. Posy could focus on her family, and he could focus on making a semi-decent impression on her family - i.e., them not hating him entirely - and everything would be much too busy there to focus on what was going on here.

He hadn't gotten any sleep. He had meant to, but between Society things and last-minute packing - he never packed ahead of time, and always managed to do it at the last conceivable moment - he just hadn't gotten around to it. By the time he checked the clock it was already five, and he started focusing less on getting things done so he could sleep, to focusing on getting ready for the day. He had intended to catch an early mass, being St. Patrick's day and all, but by the time he'd actually finished changing into his church clothes, he had lost all motivation to do so. So he chucked off his nice dress shoes and tossed them toward his closet, where his suitcase was laying open. He'd have them just in case he needed them, stowed away in the haphazardly folded clothes. So instead, he threw on his Chucks and procured breakfast for Posy and himself, and came back just in time to find her finishing up her own packing. And when it was time to leave, he helped carry things down and pack up her truck. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd agreed to her driving, to be honest. It was a little fuzzy around the edges, except for the fact that Posy was underhanded as hell, and didn't even fight fair at all. He probably would have protested that morning, except he was so damn tired. The kind of tired that had settled into his bones. He was used to not sleeping, as one of the few perks of insomnia included being able to function on minimal sleep, but this was different. This was a different sort of tired, mostly inspired by the events of the night before. A sad, weary sort of tired. So he didn't bother protesting, and simply climbed into the passenger seat. He had a rosary in his pocket - which, initially, had been a joke, although he usually kept it in the pocket of his church pants anyway - and wasn't even apologetic for it. Posy's driving terrified him, which was saying something because he happened to own a particularly nice, particularly fast car and had little care for traffic suggestions. But Posy didn't seem to even realize there were such things. Speed limits? Had she heard of those? He had honestly never feared so much for his life, save staring down a gun, than he did in the passenger seat of Posy's truck. "You sure you don't want me to drive?" Was his feeble, tired, mildly hungover attempt. At least he'd tried. Not that it did anything.

"Maybe." He said, when she mentioned that Ohio wasn't Mars. A few months ago he would have argued, would have made a crack about coming into some red planet on the way up north to Posy's, but he hadn't mentioned anything astronomy related since January. In fact, the moment his leg had been good enough to stand on his bed, he'd made a pointed effort to remove all the stars that had managed to get there while he was in the hospital. All the books had been shoved into his closet, or dropped off at Dearg's dorm in small increments, or ultimately removed. The telescope had been broken in December, and the orrery was under his bed. He simply didn't have the heart to do it anymore. "Suppose we'll see." Though Posy's driving was enough to take his mind off of space and his sudden disinterest with it. He watched out his window, and felt his fingers slowly curl, like claws, around the bottom edge of his seat on either side of his legs. He had to consciously remind himself to breathe, because at every opportunity, he held his breath. "Honestly," He said, when she told him to lighten up, "Lighten up?" He sent her a look, a sort of pathetic, wide-eyed one. He was pretty sure he'd gone three shades whiter than his normal skintone. "Yeah, sure. let me get right on that."

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THEN BURN THE ASHES. A CONSTELLATION OF TEARS ON YOUR LASHES. IN THE END, EVERYTHING COLLIDES. MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE.

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[posy ann knight]

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[BRUCE RYAN MCKAYE]

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I'M A YOUNG LOVER'S RAGE GONNA NEED A SPARK TO IGNITE. I'VE GOT THE SCARS FROM TOMORROW AND I WISH YOU COULD SEE, YOU'RE THE ANTIDOTE TO EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR ME

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[style=font-family:arial; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:10px; text-align: justify; color:921614; margin-bottom: 10px;]To say he hadn't been scared the night before would be a lie. Although his nightmares weren't as bad as Posy's had been, he still had them, every so often. They weren't every night, or even every other night, but they weren't fun when they happened, and they were just frequent enough to punctuate the thought that this was real, and what had happened in January had been real. He was good, at pretending things weren't real, or at least, putting them out of his mind. He was good at that, and that was how he coped. Some people liked talking, but he didn't really like it. He just liked moving forward, so it was easy to do that, when he wasn't having dreams about the alley, or Lily getting attacked. Sometimes Lily died. Sometimes he died. Sometimes it was both of them. Sometimes there were other people there, too, like Niamh, and sometimes he didn't find her dead. They weren't very frequent, but they were enough to shake him, just enough. So the night before had been bad enough; but he was good in those situations, he was good, when it came to societal things. Hayden had been there, too, and the Westlicks, and it was easy to fall into the detachment that came with the society and its mindset. It was easy to get Posy out, it was easy to take the Westlicks back home. It was just easy.

He was glad to be leaving, though. He was glad to be getting out of town, and able to focus on easier things. Well, less difficult things, anyway. Meeting parents wasn't something Bruce was used to, and riding in a car with Posy driving wasn't exactly something he would consider fun, or easy, even. He pursed his lips and curled his fingers into the cushion on either side of his thighs, and tried to ignore the scenery that blurred past him in his window. Ohio would be good. Ohio was good for Posy, and he wanted what was good for her. She was already doing so much better, she was taking those classes, and talking to someone, and it was like a huge weight had lifted off his shoulders. Not entirely, it wasn't entirely gone, but it had lessened quite substantially. He smiled a little more, laughed a little more, not that he ever did those things particularly frequently, but it had increased to the point that he had noticed the change in himself. So although he was slightly dreading the prospect of meeting Posy's family, she had met his, and it was only fair. He just hoped things went better in Ohio than they had when his own parents had flown in.

"Appreciated." He said stiffly, allowing his arms to relax a little, to cause the rigid line of his shoulders to droop just a little. It wasn't like she'd eased up all that much, even, but it was something he was more used to. Bruce never followed speed limits, never. He was impatient when it came to driving, which was good, to a point. He always got places early, which was nice, most of the time. Posy, however, was a hellion compared to him. He made his driving look slow, cautious even. So he allowed himself to lean back into the seat of her truck when she slowed to only twenty over, and just focused on not freaking out. It was stupid, to be so bothered by it, but he was. "I'll keep that in mind. No getting in the car with your grandfather." He eased up his grip on the cushion and stretched his fingers, allowing the cramped fingers to stretch out, pop his knuckles. He rested his arm near the window, on the little ledge, and shifted his legs a little. He hated long car rides, and long plane rides, and long train rides, simply because he liked to move. Bruce had to move. It was worse when he was manic, he knew that; he was fidgety, always tapping his foot or his fingers on something, or jiggling his leg. It wasn't bad now, but he knew it would be, an hour in, two hours in, three hours in. He frowned and looked out the window, and squinted out at the trees that zoomed by. "How am I supposed to act, around your family?" He asked after a long moment of looking out the window. He leaned back again, and shifted to look at Posy.

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THEN BURN THE ASHES. A CONSTELLATION OF TEARS ON YOUR LASHES. IN THE END, EVERYTHING COLLIDES. MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE.

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[posy ann knight]

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