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Blake:

"Sarah stop RUNNING so fast!" I whined as she dragged me along, a frightened yet determined look on her face. Where the heck was she taking me? We moved through the slums of the city, people eyeing my pink hair with looks of utter jealousy. Hah, my hair was mine, b*tches.

Sarah turned around, making me almost slam into her, and glared down at me. Well, we were the same height, sure, but her attitude sure as **** made it seem that way. "We're going to rescue Daniel. I heard at the bar that they were going angel hunting, and he isn't back yet." I blinked as I read her tensed face, nodding slowly in understanding. "Ohhh...okay...well, why are you assuming he's caught? He's-"

A scream cut out of an alleyway, a guy running out with a terrified look on his face. What was up with him, anyways? In front of me, Sarah's face turned white, and worry shot through me. Was she okay? She looked like she saw a ghost!

Sarah:

I saw the guy running out, and cursed my slowness. Well, Blake's anyways. Were we too late? Feeling the blood drain out of my face at that thought, I crept close to the face of the alleyway, pulling a rather reluctant Blake behind me. All he was worried about were his clothes, wasn't he?

I hesitated as I debated as to whether or not look in. Loud voices were heard inside, and I finally decided. Peeking inside, my eyes widened as I saw a menacing looking angel towering over the humans, as well as an intimadating human-two, actually, advancing upon the humans. Then were was the guy with the knife, who poked it into my friend's back.

Daniel.

I gripped the side of the wall, my heartbeat increasing as I watched the guy sink the blade deeper into his back, and Daniel squirm in obvious discomfort. Pain flashed across his face before he hid it, but I noticed. I turned back to Blake, who was checking himself in a mirror before he looked at me. I shot him an icy glare, and he quickly put the mirror away. "Well?" He whispered, going to poke his head in before I stopped him. His hair would be a dead giveaway, that was for sure.

My eyes traveled away from his pouting face to a window, and an idea flashed through me. "I'm going to jump on him. You stay here and...keep watch." His face changed into obvious protest before I sent him another look, and he finally complied. I turned to go, but not before feeling him rifling through my bag. I sent him a questioning look as he sent me an innocent one with a smile. Shaking my head, I quickly walked into the building, hurriedly running up the stairs until I arrived at the middle floor. I looked down the window, trying to judge the distance between the guy holding Daniel and I.

Blake:

I watched as Sarah ran to the top window, and a devious grin came upon my face. Did she really think I was that naive and helpless? I let out a little laugh as I held up the lighter I stole from her, then took out a can of hairspray.

This should be fun.

Daniel:

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing in the window of the building. My eyes widened as I saw Sarah standing there. What the h*ll was she doing? She was going to get herself killed! One of the humans who was holding me saw my expression, and I cursed as he followed my gaze towards Sarah. "Steve, watch-"

He didn't say the warning in time, for Sarah jumped at that very moment, landing right on top of the guy holding me. I felt his knife leave my back as he flailed, and whirled around. Sarah had the guy in a headlock, and another male was coming up behind her. Meanwhile, the other humans split up, their leader and half their guys attacking the male I had met in school and his two accomplices, while half of them began to swarm Sarah and I. People began to throw fists, and I narrowly avoided them, as well as a few blades.

The guy who Sarah was attacking finally collapsed, and Sarah whirled around, delivering a punch to the other one who had been creeping up on her right where it hurt. After about two minutes of fighting, it was still six versus two, and I could see that Sarah was struggling to keep up the pace as well.

Out of nowhere, a spray of flames erupted, and I turned to see Blake with a bottle of hairspray as well as a lighter. "So light em up up up, light em up up up, light em up up up, I'm in FIYAAA!" He sang, spraying flames around the battleground gleefully. The distraction gave us the upper hand as I slammed a guy against the wall, knocking him out and sending him slumping to the floor. Glancing to the side, I wondered how the other guys were doing. Should I be, though?

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Daniel:

I slowly nodded, lowering a fisted hand from one of the humans. He squealed and jumped up, racing out from the alleyway. Meanwhile, Sarah nursed a few bruises, her gaze setting on me before she glanced away, grunting as she touched a sore spot from where one of the humans punched her.

Meanwhile, Blake was grinning like an idiot, doing a pretend hair flip and sassily placing a hand on his hips. "So, how did I look through that entire fight, guys and a lady? Pretty hot, wouldn't you say?" I stared blankly at him as his face morphed into a pout and stopped making puns. He muttered something I couldn't quite make out, but it had the word "boyfriend". I turned to the male in front of me, a nod of thanks in his direction.

Blake:

"If every guy burns me that much, I'll never have a boyfriend." I muttered under my breath as I stopped cracking jokes. I glanced at Sarah worriedly as she looked at Derek with jealousy. I'd tried to get the pun so she'd have Daniel off her mind, but...it didn't seem to be working. I knew she had feeling for him, she'd had them since we were children, and on more than one occasion, Sarah would "accidentally" fall with me right behind her right onto Daniel, and I'd run away laughing. Well, okay, yeah that was a pretty crappy way to try and get them together, but none the less, I could sense that some part of Sarah had been thanking me.

I hated that Sarah liked him. It wasn't that I didn't like her, it was just that Daniel obviously liked guys, and she didn't have a chance, yet some part of her still really really liked him, and that part kept denying the obvious. It made me so sad, to see her like that, to see every male but myself as a threat. Yeah, I was a gay guy, but I didn't like Daniel, since I obviously wasn't his type. I'd told Sarah this one day, and she'd looked so surprised.

I studied the guys behind the one who Daniel was speaking with. There was first a guy with an awesome looking baseball bat...minus the blood. Then there was another angel, who I wondered what was doing with the two humans in the first place. To be honest, I had no idea why Daniel even hung out with me. Maybe it was because Sarah was half angel and half human, so it kind of made a little link, but he could have just as easily joined the popular guys, no joke. The same went for the awesome fighter angel too.

Sarah:

I felt eyes on me as I stared at Daniel. His eyes flickered towards me for a moment, and mine averted towards my arm, which now sported a growing black and blue spot. This sucked. Sure, Daniel liked guys, but maybe he was bisexual...?

Glancing up towards the sky, I breathed and counted to ten, trying to get this anxiety and jealousy out of my system. Calm down Sarah, just breath. In, out. When I began to look down, I noticed a figure on a building and gasped, looking around, alarm in my eyes. Blake sent me a questioning look, looking where I was moments before.

There stood a figure, holding a gun, pointed straight at who Daniel was talking to.

I froze, opening my mouth to speak, but no words came out. A feeling of...smugness constricted my voice? What? Suddenly, a flash of pink shot past me as Blake rushed at Derek, tackling him just as the figure fired.

The first sound I heard afterwords was a yelp. Glancing down, I saw Blake clutching his arm. He rolled away, hissing as blood seeped through his fingers. When he looked down, he stared at it, blinking and trying to comprehend what happened. Finally, after a moment, he opened his mouth.

"I'm bleeding."

Blake:

"I'm bleeding."

Those were the first words I was able to speak after pain laced my arm, constricting it. I scooted backwards just as another shot rang out from where I was before. The look on Sarah's face was one of utter confusion and shock, and, most of all, questioning. Why had I done that?

Well, I mean, I couldn't just let Daniel's love get killed, could I?

I'd seen the look of confusion in his eyes when he looked at the male, his face tensing up as he hid his questioning look towards his feelings. You know, I'd been like that too, wayyyy back when I had faith in love and that I wasn't some hopeless romantic (totally was).

Daniel's eyes met mine, and I mouthed 'go get em' to him, partially towards the gunman and partially towards the other guy to which he spoke. Sarah, however, was the first to take off as she shot up a fire escape landing, running up the stairs quickly, with a look of fury in her eyes.

I think.

My vision had started to become a bit bleary, and I yawned, closing my eyes. "I think I'm going to take a nap right now." I mumbled, my head drooping down as the hand that covered my wound fell into my lap. "Have fun kids...night." [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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My eyes widened in shock as the guy stabbed the male named Derek and ran. Blood seeped out of him onto the pavement, and before I knew it, I hoisted him in my arms, and hastily began to climb up the stairs, grunting as I did so. It brought strain upon my muscles, as birds were supposed to be rather slim to fly, and I briefly wondered why I was doing this.

What was this feeling inside of me?

Arriving at the top, I didn't even glance in Sarah's direction as I backed up from the roof, and took a running leap. Unfurling large dark wings, I glided from the building we were on to another, trying with all my might not to drop him or stop flying. It was difficult, carrying the weight of two people in the air, but luckily, a breeze served as a good tailwind as I flew. The hospital was about four blocks away, and I glanced down in worry as I cradled him in my arms. I hoped everyone else was okay. Blake had looked to be in pretty bad shape, and I had no idea about Sarah.

Sarah:

"You idiot!" I growled, sprinting towards the edge of the building and leaping off. I dove towards the ground, my body in a diving like position as I flew towards him. Grabbing the pathetic, screaming male's arm, I unfurled my wings as we fell, yelping as I did so. It felt like my wings were getting ripped off my back. I furiously beat in the air, trying with all my might to beat gravity, and save this guy. Luckily, we were right next to a fire escape, and I dropped him onto there before continuing a slowed descent. What sucked about me is that my bones, unlike a normal angels, weren't hollow, meaning the best I could do was glide. If I tried to carry someone, I wouldn't be able to even hold them up.

Landing on a window sill, I waited for the man as he hurried down, and then glided to the fire escape, where I ran up until I was straight in front of the male angel. An irritated look on my face, I stormed over to him, slapping him straight in the face. "What the h*ll was that for? You could have killed him!" I seethed in outrage, my hands fisted to keep in the anger that was coursing through my veins at the moment. Daniel, Blake and I had made a pact not to ever kill another human being after what happened with Blake's boyfriend. He still felt really guilty about him, and responsible too, even though he did nothing...

Blake:

"You're really hot, do you know that?" I slurred in my half awake state, struggling to keep my eyes open. My right arm pounded with pain, and I groaned. My eyes tried to focus on him, but his face ended up rather blurred, and I squinted to see. When I saw his abs, I let out a bitter laugh as bad memories flooded into me. Well, good ones, actually. "My old boyfriend used to say I had no abs and I needed to work out..." I mumbled, my left arm moving and exposing a rather flat, pale stomach. At about the waistline were silky scars, running up and down that spelled 'S I M O N' in crude letters. I quickly pulled my shirt down as my sluggish mind registered what happened.

"You know, he wasn't that bad. He only left me alone most of the times and did his job." I blubbered out slowly as my mind tried to register and keep up with what I was saying against the random spew of words. "When he came home, he..." I struggled to remember what he did, and blinked blearily as nothing came up. Oh yeah.

I didn't want to remember.

"Never mind...anyways, how's your friend?" I asked as I slightly lifted my head, trying to look around. Surprise filled my face as I realized he wasn't there. "Why isn't he here? Where did he go? And Daniel? Sarah??" Fear filled my face, and I chewed my lip anxiously, managing to focus again. Here I was, stuck with a random stranger who might just end up hurting me like my boyfriend did...ex, anyways, and they left me all alone...

Alone...

i felt so alone...

((Dang I'm really getting into rping Blake, eek so excited!))
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A flash of hurt crossed my face at the tone of his voice when he called me hybrid, but I quickly recovered, my face becoming tense and guarded. "Because anyone can change you piece of crap!" I yelled after him, my hands shaking in anger, and my cheeks flushed from rage. This guy got on my nerves! Seriously! "God, I can't imagine why your friends would ever want to be friends with YOU!" I finally shouted, before jumping a few feet to land on the fire escape, and running down, my hands balled up in fists. Oh, not even Blake had pissed me off this much. I couldn't actually imagine the last time...

Well, I mean I could, but it wasn't something I really talked about. It was after the fact that Blake found out that Simon was killing people. Blake had felt so so so bad and responsible, like it was his fault or something that his boyfriend was crazy. I'd stormed up to Simon and gave him a slap after I'd found out, just like the snooty guy up there, and...

I touched the side of my face tentatively, the one that I hid with hair. He'd stabbed me in the face with his switchblade, and then ran off. Blake had found me near death in the kitchen, in a pool of my own blood, and had called 911. I was so lucky, so so so lucky the doctors had told me. It had come within half an inch from my brain. After that. Before, I'd been this sassy b*tch who, to say the least, was a bully. I used to be so angry with everyone and everything, like, why was it Blake, Daniel and I who were stuck in foster care, and why was it me who was some kind of freak hybrid who had wings yet couldn't fly?

It was so...frustrating. But I was given the chance to change, and I took it.

I briskly walked out of the alleyway, not giving a glance in the male's direction as I walked down the block in the direction of the hospital, breathing in and out deeply, trying my best to calm down. Sarah, Sarah, it was just a guy who knows nothing about you, he probably didn't mean to make you feel like punching his face in. I briefly wondered how Blake was doing, with a hole through his shoulder and all. I'd also seen a bit of blood that didn't belong to Blake on the ground, and I assumed their other human friend fell. I kept a tense look on my face as I walked, daring anyone to talk to me.

Blake:

I relaxed from my tense state at the answer to my question, a breath of relief escaping my lips. It was replaced by a heavy blush as I felt a hand stroke my cheek, and I bit my lip as a vent of my surprise. A little too hard, though, since a bit of blood trickled into my mouth. I was done with blood, there was wayyy too much today. As I felt myself being lifted up, I glanced and noticed it was Allen carrying me. I noticed his shirt was getting pretty bloody, and my eyes widened. "Oh, crap, sorry about your shirt...."

Then I noticed that he'd ripped off part of his shirt to make a tourniquet around my shoulder.

"Oh, crap crap, I'm REALLY sorry about your shirt." I mumbled apologetically, looking down at my own. It wasn't in fantastic condition at all, instead, it was all blotchy and crap, with a big hole in it from where the bullet went in. Staring up at the sky, I noticed a figure gliding across it...well, it actually looked really bulky. "Hey, I think I just saw Daniel with your friend." I mumbled, glancing all over the pavement until I spotted a random patter of blood that came from out of nowhere.

Looking around us, people gave us weird looks, and I was pretty sure it wasn't because of my hair this time. "How much farther is it?" I whispered, glancing around at the people with an odd look on my face. Did I really look that bad? Or was it because he was carrying me? Maybe I should ask him to let me down so people wouldn't be staring at us. Or would that be rude?

Daniel:

I heard a gasp and shifting from Derek as he clung towards me, and I glanced down at him with my eyebrows raised. "You probably shouldn't move, I don't want to drop you. No offense, but you're kind of heavy." I said to him as I glided, furiously beating my wings to make it to the next roof, of which was the hospital. This was very difficult, and it occurred to me that I should do some weight training to try and make my wings stronger...

Landing on the roof, I quickly walked over to the fire escape, where I began to walk down carefully, while balancing his weight with my own. Upon arriving at the ground floor, I walked around the building and into the lobby. People began to gasp and give looks of worry and sympathy, of which I could match with one of my own. I waited patiently at the desk, and when the lobbyist finally glanced up, she gasped, and pressed a red button present on her desk.

Paramedics swarmed in the room, and I felt him being ripped from my arms, and being pulled into a room where they began to interrogate me, asking me questions as to how it happened, where, when, could you identify the weapon, etc. The entire time, I was glancing at the door, as if questioning whether or not I could go. The man, for the most part, ignored me, telling me that I "had to wait until he had undergone surgery, because he has suffered from a lot of blood loss."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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An irritated groan escaped my lips as he landed next to me, covering up my initial surprise at his doing so. I would have thought he'd gone back to check on the friend of his that got stabbed, or the other guy, who I had no idea where he was. Hopefully, he was bringing Blake back to the hospital. As the drunk men walked towards us, I instinctively curled my fingers around the mace in my pocket, tensing as they gazed upon me, particularly around my chest.

Ew.

Suddenly, a soft limb wrapped around me, and I looked to my right in surprise as the male wrapped his (white?) wing around me. A pang of jealousy and awe shot through me as I looked at the size of his wing. I wished mine were that big; then maybe I could actually fly. Instead, due to my fantastic genetic makeup, my wing span was rather short, which added to my inability to fly. The men quickly veered into a pub after shooting him glares, and, recovering from my initial shock, I stepped out of the shelter of his wing, the chilly November wind hitting me once again.

"Uh...thanks. I guess." I mumbled, fighting to put down the pride that beckoned for me to say, "I could have handled them on my own." My eyes flitted around the sidewalk, anywhere but him, and that's when my gaze fell upon a newspaper, and a face I knew all too well. A sharp intake of breath escaped me, and I hurried over to the newspaper, where a large headline caught my eye.

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Accompanying it was a picture of him.

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"No way..." I muttered under my breath, grabbing the newspaper. I didn't even bother reading the history included underneath it. I just read the date of his trial, and dropped the newspaper, not registering it as it flew away in a cold gust of wind. The world kind of faded away as I stared at his face, willing it to go away, anything, please.

"No way...."

Daniel:

"Sir, we're going to have to examine you." One of the paramedics said, and I nodded with a sigh. They guided me through the halls into, oddly enough, the room where Derek was, and instructed me to pull off my shirt. I bit my lip as I did as I was told, exposing my chest, and my back. Sharp intakes of breath surrounded me as I did so, and I let out a tired exhale of breath.

That was what always happened.

Angry red lines surrounded my wings, along with a trickle of blood, and one of the paramedics gasped out in suprise. "What happen?" She asked quietly, tracing the red lines with a shocked look. I sighed, dipping my head as bad memories flooded into my mind of him. I fumbled to come up with an excuse, and finally did, though it was a pitiful one at that.

"It was an accident."

No, it most certainly wasn't. It had been Simon. After I had heard of Sarah being attacked, I had followed him into a shady alleyway, where I had confronted him about it. What I hadn't expected had been to be jumped. They had knocked me out from the back of my head, and the next thing I remember was his voice saying, "Oh, look at these pretty wings." And then my own wings had been held up in front of me, blood dripping from the point where they connected with my back, and then I registered a lot of pain in my back, and I had screamed and he had laughed, and then police came into the room a few minutes later, and then...

Then I had to go back to the last place I wanted to be to get them resewn onto my back.

I assumed the stitches had came out when I was carrying Derek, which would explain the blood, and why one of my wings was throbbing at the moment. Those memories were horrible, horrible, horrible, and that made me feel so much worse for Blake, because every night when his boyfriend came home, he would do so much worse to him, and Blake would just smile the next day and act like nothing happened, even though one day I'd walked him on him when he was changing his shirt and saw his back and his stomach, and seen that he'd been putting on makeup over them.

Blake:

As they took me away on a stretcher, I caught a glimpse of the guy's eye, and my own widened. His eye was bleeding. Oh crap. But he could still see, couldn't he? I didn't continue my thought, though, because the next thing I knew, a needle went into my arm, and they wheeled me away into an operation room. The last thing I heard was "blood loss" and "eye", before everything went black.
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Sarah:

"In a heartbeat." I coldly responded, my face taught. I unfurled my sort of small wings, and wrapped them around me to provide some warmth. They were a chocolate color, matching the color of my hair, though I wished they could have been black or white. I nodded and continued walking towards the hospital, now only two blocks away from the place.

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Sarah:

I felt my face grow flushed, not from anger this time, but from embarrassment or something similar to that, but of...what? Wasn't I just cold, and he was pulling me closer? And didn't I like Daniel? Curse you feelings, for being so incomprehensible. For some reason, though, I didn't reject his offer, instead clinging to the little warmth it provided, along with some hope of answering the questions that were flitting through my mind.

For starters: How the heck did he get out? He was supposed to be in jail for twenty more years, yet he might be out so so soon...

The one question that dominated my mind though, was how I was supposed to break it to Blake, that his crazy boyfriend was coming back after five years of being in jail. He was going to be so scared...and, to be honest, so was I. I rubbed the spot where the knife went in so long ago, the ugly scar running from my eye all the way to my ear. I had been so close to dying...so close to not meeting all of the people I knew, so close to missing so many opportunities to being a good person, all because of him.

As we rounded the corner, the hospital came into view, and a feeling of dread entered me as I saw blood on the pavement, which seemed recently dried at that. "I hope they're okay..." I mumbled, mostly to myself as I kept huddled in the alcove of body heat provided by his wing, along with wrapping my arms in my own. Why was it so cold out here? Or maybe it was just me, maybe I was that scared. It then occurred to me that I hadn't even gotten the name of the person I was walking with yet, and I turned my eyes upwards, trying my best to appear taller. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sarah." I said, glancing towards the upcoming hospital doors.

Entering the hospital, I immediately walked up to the lobbyist. Whispers were heard around me, from pink haired boy to stab marks. "That sounds like them." I mumbled. The lady turned her head upwards, flashing a fake smile on her face. "How can I help you?" She asked politely, and I nodded towards the doors. "Some of my friends came through here...pink haired with a bullet wound, one winged, another red haired guy, and then one guy who was stabbed pretty badly...could I please see them?" Her face remained composed as she sighed, tapping her manicured nails on the desk. "I apologize, ma'am, but no visitors are allowed for them. For all we know, you did that to them." My face darkened as she accused me of doing such a thing, and I gripped the counter. "Hey, li-". She shot me a venomous smile, her fingers hovering over a red button with POLICE across it. "I can call the authorities right now if I have to. Have a good night."

I let out a frustrated groan, running my fingers through my hair as I stormed out of the building. Glancing up the multiple stories, my determination and stubborness got the better of me. If she didn't want to let me in, I'd let myself in. With a quick huff of air, I unfurled my wings, and jogged backwards a few feet, before furiously flapping my wings and leaping at the same time. It got me a few feet off the air, enough to grab a windowsill to the next floor. This was where I began a long ascent, climbing from windowsill to windowsill. Several times I nearly fell, but I quickly recovered by hastily flapping my wings to regain my center of gravity. Then it occurred to me that I had no idea where he was, but I shrugged it off. I'd find them, it might just take a while.

A long while.

Blake:

I woke up drowsily, a dull throbbing in my shoulder. Where was I? Red lights swarmed my vision as I looked up, trying to sit up but failing to do so. Glancing around me, I saw the male from before standing in the middle of the room. Several of the doctors were crowded around him, examining something on his face. Glancing down at his hand, I noticed something red running off into the grooves of his skin.

Blood.

"Are you okay?" I mumbled, still doped out from the medication they gave me. I heard doctors jabbering to my right, and I turned, only to be met by a large curtain. I heard something about knife wounds and stabbed, and could only assume that Derek was undergoing surgery right next to me. I also saw a dark figure putting on a shirt through the curtains, of which I could only assume was Daniel.

Daniel:

I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited outside the curtain for them to finish the surgery. Doctors around me muttered, pointing to me with their pens and taking notes. I huffed, swiftly pulling back on my shirt as they whispered among themselves. They could do whatever they wanted, for all I cared. A doctor came out of the curtain, and I raised my eyebrows expectantly.

"He'll live. He lost a lot of blood, but he should be able to make it through. No signs of infection were found, the only thing that should last will be a few scars. Other than that, the only other bad thing would be that he will require time to heal."

A breath of relief escaped me, and I leaned back against the wall as more doctors began to depart from the curtains. I nodded to the doctor, gesturing to question as if I could go in or not, and he nodded. I ducked through the curtains separating me from him, and stood next to his bed, gazing around the room at the bloodied instruments nurses were beginning to take out before I looked at him. I stayed silent, as I didn't want to wake him if he was sleeping, but I ended up placing my hand over his, squeezing his hand ever so slightly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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Daniel:

"I'm...glad your okay." I said slowly. With a note of hesitancy, I reached out and pulled him into a hug, partially from not knowing how he'd react, and partially from not wanting to rip any stitches they put into him. For some reason, I got the idea that someone was watching, but dismissed it as the doctors. If you couldn't tell, I wasn't exactly good with comforting others, but I slowly relaxed, the hug becoming less awkward.

For me, at least.

Blake:

"Oh, uh...yeah...well..uh..." My words became flustered as he held my hand, and I felt a growing blush blossoming out across my cheeks. A warmth spread out across my chest, and a small smile flew across my face. Oh my god, Blake. What are you even doing right now?

Remember Simon?

My blush immediately faded away, and my flustered look dropped to a solemn look as I stared at the wall. "Sorry, not bipolar, I swear..." I mumbled as a distant look traveled across my face as I thought. Simon...Simon Simon. He was my first ever boyfriend, and, I swore, my last. Well, he made me swear, and 'marked me as his' when he cut his name into me.

I hated him.

But I couldn't tell him that, right? If he thought I was unhappy, he'd try to 'cheer me up.' I hated him so much, he hurt my friends, even though all they did was try to help me. I'd try to cover up how unhappy I was back then, and I'd become a pretty decent actor, but when Daniel walked in on me when I was changing my shirt and saw my back...All he and Sarah did was try to get me out of Simon's and I's relationship, but he knew so much about each and every one of us, and had so much blackmail...even if I left him, he'd know things that could be used against us.

I felt so caged, like a bird with clipped wings.

Sarah:

A yelp of surprise escaped me as my grip on the windowsill suddenly disappeared, and I tensed. A few seconds later, though, I relaxed at the realization that I wasn't falling to my death, instead, I was in Walter's arms. Did he do this to everyone? It was a wonder that he wasn't married yet to a guy or even a girl, though his bluntness probably wasn't exactly a chick-or chico- magnet.

Returning to reality as he set me down, I nodded, glancing towards the fire escape. Without another word, I jogged across the roof, where I began a quick descent down. Arriving at the second floor, I glanced around. Finding a window, I peered inside, and slowly began to make out figures silhouted against the dim light cast by the lamps. It wasn't until someone set the lights on high that I saw it.

Daniel was hugging Walter's friend.

My stomach rose to my throat as I watched, Daniel seeming to relaxed from his initial tensed approach to the hug. He seemed to whisper something to the other male, and I inwardly cringed, gripping the windowsill tightly as jealousy welled up inside of me. I tore my eyes away from them, forcing them towards the other male in the room, who seemed to be talking to Blake, Blake having a little blush on his face as the male walked up to Blake and held his hand. "Your friends...are in there." I choked out, breathing towards the end of the sentence as I tried to relax. "Should we just walk in..?"

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