homecoming [daisy]

[Jonathan Oliver Young]

i will lift her love and i'll break your spirit,
i will dig a hole and i'll throw you in it

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: e8e8e8; width: 388px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;] Easton had barely changed, sure a few new stores had sprung up here and there, a couple of old favourites were no longer open. Like Boomerang, a bar which used to be on the highstreet was now a flower shop, he used to play there in his teens, it was friendly and they always gave him an extra five minutes to finish off his set if he needed it. At least the Old Lighthouse was still open, he'd gone to check as he walked back from the train station, deliberately taking the route down to the promenade just to see if it was still there. To his delight the little cafe on the end of the prom sat there still, mostly unchanged other than a new lick of paint. He had expected there to be at least some changes so it didn't bother him too much. It just felt good to be home. He had made his way through the town, it was quiet for the afternoon but he suspected people were busy working and students were also hard at work in their classrooms. Which caused him to wonder; would anyone even be at home? He hadn't thought about that but then again if he had done it would have been a surprise. Jonny rarely thought about anything before doing it, planning was not his thing, the word "organised" was not in his dictionary. But everything always seemed to work out, he had a knack for doing things on impulse and he had perfected it over the years, he knew what he could get away with and what he couldn't. For example he now understood you had to book plane tickets. But you could easily sneak onto a ferry. Jonathan was soon out of the main part of Easton and into the suburbia, walking down the residential area of the town. More houses had been built he noticed, another pocket park there, new swings there. But for the most part, things remained the same. He was surprised that he actually still remembered the way to his house, he figured he must be part homing pigeon or something. But when he looked at the road signs, it automatically came back to him, which road to take, which little alleyway was the short cut and which one not to go down. At least it had been a nice day for a walk, he was sure Easton wouldn't have looked so nice on a miserable, rainy day but right now, in the sunshine and the nice weather it made him wonder why he ever wanted to leave. Soon he was on the road where his house was, walking back down the familiar street. It all felt so strange and his family didn't even know he was coming back. He couldn't wait to see them, all of them. He had missed the dearly and a phone call just didn't do them justice. Jonny was a social creature and even though he was independent he still missed his family and got home-sick from time to time. It was inevitable, he had only been eighteen when he left home and even though he had his friends with him as they toured the world being with three other boys for four years had taken its toll. They had all changed over the years of being together and their differences had become more obvious and more annoying with each year that passed. Their differences both musically and personally was what had ended the band in the end. Jonny paused in front of his house, well it wasn't really his any more it was his parents house considering he hadn't lived there for four years. He took in the image for a moment, smiling to himself before practically bouncing up the drive, the guitar on his back thumping against his spine as he did so. He didn't even bother to knock, instead he tried the door handle first, if anybody was in it would be open. And luckily for him it was. He stepped inside grinning and quietly closing the door behind him. He wiped his feet on the mat and placed the duffel bag he held in his hand down on the ground beside him. "Helloooo, anybody hoooome?" He called, staying in place waiting for whoever was in to poke their heads around the corner. [style= font family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px;] tagged: maxie | outfit: coming | notes: weee [/style]

[Maxine Riley Pierce]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Maxie stood in front of the bathroom mirror upstairs, fussing at her bangs with her fingers, trying to tame the unruly fringes. She had stayed out the night before at The Fox with Cy keeping her from getting to plastered, and so her wits were about her much more today that usual. It was fortunate to know someone who worked there and who had enough morals to make sure a girl didn't get too wasted. She had one good friend, and that was enough for her right now, but what she would have given to have her best friend back.

She heard the door open and close, assuming it was her mom or dad coming home for a lunch break. They rarely came back to the house to eat, but on some rare occasion, her mom preferred not to eat out with her co-workers because of their idle chatter and her dad needed to come back and take a long lunch to do some paperwork. It didn't happen often, but it was her only explanation for what she heard.

Then, she heard a familiar voice.

A voice that caused her to stop everything she as doing and turn, as if she could see who it was from where she was standing.

Either someone strange just walked into her house, or...no. It couldn't be.

Maxie hurried out of the bathroom to the stairs and quickly went down them, almost jumping at the last two steps. When she did, she turned and was staring straight at a face she hadn't seen in about four years, give or take a few months. There he was. Her best friend. Her confidant. The only sane human being she trusted with everything.

"Jonny Young!" She exclaimed, running across the floor in her socks and leaping into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and clinging to him like a Spider Monkey.

"OH MY GOSH. OH MAN. WHAT THE HELL." She yelled, her face buried into his shoulder. It had been four years since she saw her step-brother and now that he was back, it felt longer.

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[Jonathan Oliver Young]

i will lift her love and i'll break your spirit,
i will dig a hole and i'll throw you in it

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: e8e8e8; width: 388px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;] For a moment he thought that there was nobody in, that somebody must have just nipped out to the shops without even locking the door. And then he heard a noise coming from upstairs, although he still wasn't sure if he had been heard, there hadn't been any music on in the house so he was sure whoever it was had heard him. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard of the sound of footsteps thudding down the stairs. He tried to guess who it would be, although it wasn't really hard. His father's footsteps would have been slower, heavier, even if his son had just returned home after four years of being away, nothing truly ever riled his father up enough to get him to move quicker than a moderate walk. His stepmother, although quick footed, surely wouldn't be as quick as this so that only really left one person... It happened so quickly, she seemed to pause at the bottom of the stairs for a moment and then the red fireball came skidding towards him, her socks slipping slightly on the hardwood floor before she flung herself around him. He took a step back at the impact, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly. It had been a long time since he had seen his little sister, the bundle of energy that she was, like an excitable puppy. Although he was sure Maxie wouldn't appreciate that simile, considering her dislike for all things dog. He was glad he had managed to pawn Scamp, the little stray dog the band had found in Romania, off on his mother before he arrived home. Otherwise he wouldn't have known how to explain that one to the sister he had missed so dearly. He twirled around in a circle, still holding onto her tightly, grinning like some sort of maniac. It really was good to be home. He eventually stopped spinning, squeezing her tightly one last time before putting her down, still grinning his goofy grin as he set her down on the floor before him and reached a hand forwards to ruffle her bright red hair. "Well this is new." He commented happily, stating the obvious. God he had missed his family, especially Maxie. He wondered what he'd done without her for so long, four years was a long time and damn his little sister had matured. "Look at you all grown up. Still causing havoc though I bet." He said, still grinning whilst shrugging off the guitar from his back. Call him old but he just wanted to put his feet up for a moment. [style= font family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; text-align:center; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000000; font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px;] tagged: maxie | outfit: coming | notes: :33 [/style]

[Maxine Riley Pierce]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

"Meee? Cause havoc? Does this look like the face of chaos?" She asked, giving her step-brother the most adorable, sickly sweet innocent grin, followed by her famous cutesy nose scrunch. She'd used it on them when they were kids to get him to buy her things and to let her come to stay on Easton's campus sometimes.

"No way. I've been the perfect angel you remember me as since you've been away." She smiled, but then it soon faded into a quick grumpy frown, her brow knitting together as she remembered that he left her there for four years. She balled her fingers into a fist and gave Jonny a firm punch to the arm. "Don't ever leave me like that again! What were you thinking!? How do you think I got on without you?"

Her words were furious, but she wasn't. Max was just glad her brother was back, and that was all that mattered. Her step-dad was perfect compared to her mom's other boyfriends growing up, and not to mention, her step-dad and her mom were still together. It was like they complemented each other perfectly, and with Jonny being so much like his dad, and Maxie being a spitting image of her mother, it was no wonder that, unlike other step-siblings, Jonny and Max became instant brother and sister. It was like they had always been together from birth. If it wasn't for the three year difference, you would have thought they were twins sometimes.

She turned and headed back into the house toward the door that led to be basement den and opened it, as if she were a tiny, fiery, redheaded doorman. Or doorwoman, if you prefer.

"I know exactly where you're going first." She said, smiling and galloping down the steps into the basement. Their basement was used like a wine cellar before their mom and dad bought the house, but it had a tiny room in the back. When their family moved in, Jonny claimed the back room as his own for his music, but when he left, he cleared out and took everything with him aside from the music equipment and furniture.

But now, the old dusty basement had been renovated, and there was carpet and bookshelves, a sofa and chairs, and a 52 inch flat screen TV with some other electronics and do-dads down there. There were mic stands in the corner and a place for her guitar and an old drum set that was missing the snare. Maxie had turned the basement den into her hideaway as well.

"Like it?" She said, smiling. "But that's not the best part..."

She went and opened the door to his music room which hadn't been opened since the day after he left for anything other than for Maxie to occasionally come down and dust and keep it clean. All of his equipment was perfectly wrapped up and organized and dusted, she had put a bookshelf in there for his notebooks and his peripherals, and over time she had acquired him a new desktop with studio recording software and equipment. The one they had while in high school was easily ten years old, give or take, and she had a band of her own while he was gone. She wouldn't need it now.

"I used to used this place to practice. And I used the music room to record, but that didn't last long." She said with a look of disappointment starting to creep upon her face, but she quickly beat it back down. "And now, I am handing the reigns back to you! I really made the place look cool. Took me four years, but I think you'll like it."

She smiled and moved so he could get in the room and see it.

"Aaaand, I had dad put a lock on it so that no one could 'get to all that expensive equipment'. What I really meant was 'so you guys can't touch it'." She said with a chuckle.

"I think a part of me was just taking care of this place because I was hoping every day you'd come back. And it took four year, but I was right."

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