I FEEL YOU CREEPING UP AGAIN ;; jake

[roxanne]

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YOU THINK THAT I CAN'T SEE WHAT KIND OF MAN THAT YOU ARE, IF
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"Come on, Rox.. It'll be fun.." a voice told her, coming closer as she backed up. "I don't want to!" she screamed back, before he had her pinned up against the wall, kissing her. This happened on a weekly basis with her. Sometimes daily. And honestly, she was tired of it. "Mason.. Stop.." she pleaded, trying to get away. But, as always, it didn't work. She felt his hand strike her face, pushing her over to the bed. Tears moistened her eyes as he hit her twice, three times. "Mason!" she screamed, but his hand covered her mouth. She could feel his other hand moving down her body, the coldness of it passing her skin, caressing it. He wasn't giving her love or affection. No, all he wanted was sex. And that's what he would get. He'd do anything for it. Not to mention hit her. She could feel him undressing her, not only with his eyes but with his hands. And she could feel the tears coming faster. She tried to push him away, only to have him hit her again, harder this time. And now, he was grabbing something.. Something metal.. A knife? And coming toward her with a glint in his eye..

Roxanne woke with a start, her face wet with tears. She was surprised she hadn't been screaming at all during her dream. Waking up crying was enough, though. Taking her baby blanket, she dried her face. Yes, she still had one. Two, actually. They were white with faded pastel designs. She couldn't sleep without them. She'd had them ever since she was a baby. She didn't hold them as she slept. No, she just felt safe knowing they were there. She didn't care if people knew or not. Half the time she put them under her head as an extra pillow. They were so soft.. Sometimes she used them when she was cold. That's what blankets were for, right? To keep you warm? But again, she didn't care what people thought. It could be worse.. After all, she could have had some sort of stuffed animal she held at times. Oh wait.. She did.. Although, it was a fuzzy panda bear. It was too adorable to just sit on a shelf. And when there wasn't someone beside you to talk to or hold when you really needed it, a stuffed animal was the next best thing. They always agreed with you..

She exhaled softly and sat up, sitting on the edge of her bed for a moment before she got up and headed into the bathroom. Quickly brushing her teeth, she then got in the shower, the warm water feeling soothing against her skin. Her nose had been plugged before from the crying but no longer was. She supposed it had to do with the warm water. Every time she was sick or had been crying, she'd taken a shower and the steam had cleared her nose. Like one of those machines that release steam and you have them in your room when you're sick. Vaporizers, were they? She wasn't sure.. Either way, it worked. She hated having a stuffy nose. Especially during the winter. A few minutes later, she stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off, walking back across the hall and into her closet. No, she wasn't naked. She had ona towel, obviously.

Roxxie needed to find something to wear.. But what? She had so many clothes.. She felt like wearing green today. It was different than what she usually wore. She always had on some sort of pink or blue, and definitely black to go with it. Speaking of blue.. She loved the color, but not the food. She refused to eat anything blue. In her opinion, food just shouldn't be blue. At any rate, Green wasn't exactly a color she had much of.. She found it to be an odd color. Although, it fit because she knew today would be an odd day.. She had to tell Jake that Tom left her because she was pregnant. It wasn't something she could hide from him, since Tom wouldn't be around and her stomach would be getting bigger. Everyone would know that he knocked her up and he left her to raise the baby on her own. She didn't know how she was going to do it. Which was why she had to talk to Jake. Jake was one of the few friends she had here so far. After all, she hadn't been living here very long.. And she wasn't exactly very social. But she knew she had to talk to someone. And Jake was the only person she could think of.

So she finished getting dressed and whatnot and called him, asking him to come over. I really need to talk to someone..

[/color] she'd said, trying her best not to cry. There was no way Roxxie was going to cry while she spoke to him about it. She wasn't going to cry around him. She hadn't even cried around Tom except for when he'd been denying that the kid was his. God, she hated him for that.. But now, she sat curled up on her couch, staring at a blank TV screen, waiting for Jake to arrive. A million thoughts were going through her head as to what to say, what to do, and so on. Her brother didn't know she was pregnant. She didn't plan on telling him until she sorted everything out. She knew that if he found out Tom had broken her heart, he'd beat the shit out of Tom. But if he found out that Tom had knocked her up? She could bet it would be a whole lot worse than that.. She didn't exactly want to be alone with her brother when she told him she was pregnant, either. She hoped Jake would go with.. In case something happened. She knew her brother would never hit her. But she couldn't hold him back if he tried to leave. She couldn't make him stay. And if he left.. Well, that would be a second boy who left her because she was pregnant. And she didn't know if she could take that. Of course, he might think it was Jake's, but she'd have to reassure him that it wasn't..

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POST STATUS: done !
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: TOXXiC !?
LYRICS CREDIT: paramore.
COSTARRING: Jake.
OUTFIT: here.
WORD COUNT: 1048.
NOTES: shitty post ><
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[JACOB ANTHONY MORRIS]

Sweat soaked, dehydrated, out of energy, and still miles to go. Private Jacob Morris labored on, the weight of his gear trying to drag him down and make him collapse on the desert earth that was pumping the heat into him just as quickly and intensely as the sun was. Every step he took felt like he was going to keel over dead from the heat and exhaustion. He hadn't slept in a few days, and he was running low on fuel. Everyone else, he knew, felt just exactly the same as he did... but it seemed none of them had the same determination that he did. They continued to get slower and slower, dropping further and further behind him. Sure he was out of formation... but seriously, who stayed in formation when you were trekking through the empty desert? By now the entire regiment was strung out in a long line of soldiers about ready to pass out from exhaustion.

For two days they had been moving across the desert and none of them were going to be able to continue much longer. The sweat was running down his face and burning his eyes, causing his vision to blur, even more than it already was from the heat waves that taunted them with the mirage of water. Still he kept on. There was no point in stopping here... the sun was much too hot and it would just drain them as quickly as it was right now as they walked. Jake was no idiot, and he knew better than to rest here. He'd only been in the desert for three months now, but he was a quick learner. He had water, and it was more than tempting, but he knew that just a little at night would do him much better than ten gallons in the heat of the day. Maybe it wasn't good to go without water in 100+ temperatures in the desert, but it was what they had to do.

When nightfall finally came, every one of them practically collapsed where they were. He watched in silence as they all almost instantly drifted off to sleep, preparing for the day ahead of them. It was grueling, but they had to do it. Any vehicles spotted moving across this area would automatically be targeted as an enemy invasion... and that was exactly what this was. Fortunately... or else not so fortunately... the enemy's radar wasn't high tech enough to pick up men on foot, so they would be unnoticed until they were right on top of them. A good hour or so after everyone except the night watch had fallen asleep, Jake finally let the cool water trickle down his dry throat for a moment, then drifted off to sleep himself

Gunshots suddenly wrenched Jacob from his sleep, and he sat up with a start, for a brief moment confused about where he was. He stood up and walked over to the window, squinting into the blinding sunlight that told him it was well past morning. Down below in the street, two little boys were running around shooting their cap guns at one another, and thoroughly enjoying their game of war. He stood there for a moment just watching them... longing for the days when war was just a game he played when he was a kid. He was just starting to realize what sort of hell his family would be put through if he had been killed over there. He'd been the soldier to hand the folded up flag to Chelsea's family, and even though he was grieving enough as it were, it was like their grief was transferred over to him as her mother's hands brushed against his and she clutched the flag to her chest... all she had left of her baby girl.

He sighed heavily and turned away from the window. All he needed was a quick shower, clean clothes, and he was ready to go... where he was going he didn't exactly know, but he needed to get out and think. He donned his running clothes, and hit the road. It was a hot day, but to him the heat of California felt like the perfect temperature. By 5 a.m it would have been hotter than this in the desert, so he was perfectly content with this heat. He was incredibly fit after having been in the army and after having to walk through the desert like they had. He was definitely in shape, that was for sure. The only thing from the army that he wore on a regular basis was his tags., and between the two tags was a simple, thin silver band with the words "yours, now and forever -J.M" engraved on the inside, the promise ring he had given Chelsea before she was killed.

He wasn't planning on telling anyone that there even was a ring, let alone what it was for, and most people overlooked it and saw simply the tags identifying him as Pvt. Jacob A. Morris. It was the only thing that indicated in any way that he had been in the army. He'd let his hair grow out again when he was in Washington, and he never took the camo and "dress" uniforms out of the box where they had been stored. He didn't want to look like he was in the army, and he only kept the tags because... well, every solder kept their dog tags, it just wouldn't be right not to. Besides, he did take some pride in having been in the army, defending the country he loved... he just didn't want to look like a soldier anymore because he wasn't one anymore. He was just an every day average guy running down the street in the heat of the day.

Most people were inside or at least in the shade at this hour, so Jake wasn't paying much attention to where he was going. He didn't notice the few glances thrown his way, and he didn't notice the somewhat elderly man that he was about to run into. Luckily he saw the shadow in front of him just barely in time to step to the side to avoid a full collision, and only just barely knocked into him. Still, he stopped quickly, and turned towards the man, apologizing hastily. The old man brushed it off, and looked up at him with a knowing smile and said No no, don't apologize. I should be thanking you.

[/s] and extended his hand towards Jacob. Unsure for a moment of what the man meant, Jacob hesitated, then put his hand in the older man's. It's no small thing, serving this country. You boys did us proud.[/s] When he had said that, the old man let go of Jacob's hand and walked away.

Jacob stood watching him for a moment, confused as to how the man knew. He had no idea who the guy was, and his tags were still under his shirt, so how he could have known was completely beyond Jake. He'd been running for a good two hours or so and the day was beginning to cool off, so he turned and headed for home, supposing he'd wasted the vast majority of the day sleeping and running, and he should probably do something more productive with what was left of the daylight. Just as he got home, he heard his phone going off in his room. At first he was tempted to ignore it, but when it persisted, he headed up stairs and answered it. Roxie... he hadn't really heard from her in a while... not a long while, maybe just a week... She sounded rather distressed and informed him that she needed to talk to someone. He wasn't really the best person for talking to, but he couldn't really say no, so he got himself cleaned up again, and headed over to her house.

He was a bit concerned about what was wrong, but he was going to try not to read too much into it before he got there. He walked slowly up the steps to her front door, and hesitated just a moment before knocking. He wasn't big on talking these days, but he and Roxie were friends, and it would be completely against his nature if he didn't help, and he wasn't at all capable of going against his nature. He was much quieter since getting back from war, but he would do his best to help her... after all, what were friends for?[/center][/size]

[roxanne]

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YOU THINK THAT I CAN'T SEE WHAT KIND OF MAN THAT YOU ARE, IF
you're a man at all. well i will figure this one out on my own.
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Roxxie didn't have very long to think of what to say and how to say it before Jake arrived. They didn't live too far away from each other.. At least, if she remembered correctly. Either way, she figured it wouldn't take him very long to get here.. She knew she couldn't just tell Jake that she was pregnant- she didn't know what he would think. There were a variety of things that were possible.. That he'd think it was his, and that was the reason she wanted to talk to him, that it was Tom's and he didn't know, that it was a totally different guy's baby and she didn't know how to tell Tom.. So many possibilities.. Yet the actuality probably wouldn't even cross his mind. Tom hadn't seem like the type of guy to run off if something like this happened. He seemed like the type of guy to stick around. After all, he'd stuck by her with nearly everything else. Then again, nothing was what it seemed.

Roxanne knew this was the perfect excuse for Tom to go back to England. She doubted he even wanted to stay here- even if she hadn't been pregnant. Whenever they spoke of their future and living here, Tom had brought up the question- Would she ever go back to England? She knew he was only here for a foreign exchange thing, and it was his choice to continue living here or to go back once it was over. She should have realized that he wanted to go back. It wasn't like being with her would have kept him here anyway. And she felt stupid for thinking it. She sighed softly and turned, looking at her stomach in the mirror. Was she gaining weight already? You could tell there was something there.. After all, she'd had a basically flat stomach before, and now it wasn't so flat. There was only a certain amount of time she could hide this from people.. If anything, she had at least two months before people started thinking she was pregnant rather than pudgy. Oh, the joy.. Sarcasm? Of course.

Hearing a knock at the door, Roxxie bit her lip and made her way downstairs, taking a deep breath before opening the door, having to look up to see Jake. I forgot how tall you were..

[/color] she said, smiling slightly. Uh, come in..[/color] she stepped aside so he could come in and closed the door after, standing there awkwardly for a moment before going over to the couch and sitting on it, curling up a little and leaning up against the cushions. I needed.. to talk to you about.. Tom..[/color] Yeah, she was just a little hesitant. She was still trying to figure out how to say it. He left.. And.. He's not coming back..[/color] she said, looking down before back up at him. She was sure that he wasn't coming back..

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POST STATUS: done !
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: TOXXiC !?
LYRICS CREDIT: paramore.
COSTARRING: Jake.
OUTFIT: here.
WORD COUNT: 484.
NOTES: ...
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[JACOB ANTHONY MORRIS]

Jacob had always been a protective sort of guy. He'd always been one to defend the people who couldn't defend themselves, and for that he had been shunned by the popular crowd, and in thanks for that, he was also shunned by the ones he defended. It was true in school... which was why his parents were always getting called into the office. "Mrs. Morris, Jacob's been in a fight again... no, he's alright, I'm more worried about the kid he beat up... yes, if you could please come down, we're going to have to discuss a solution to this problem. Thank you." That was about how the phone conversations always went. Jake wasn't just a defender, he was also a fighter. You pissed him off, he'd beat the shit out of you... give and take right? You give him a reason and opportunity to beat you up, and you can damn well bet he'll take it.

It was also true in war. He loved his country... he loved it a lot, and when hostile nations came in and attacked it... well it pissed him off. It gave him a reason to fight back, and the war gave him that opportunity, and he took it. He was therefore hated by the people who he was fighting against, and even though everyone would say "We support our troops, not their cause" in their own way, they were hating him too. Jacob didn't join the army to be peaceful... he joined the army to pay back the ones who killed the innocent people in his own country. If that meant he had to go over there and risk his life, then he was going to do it. Even though people claimed to only be protesting the war, that meant they were protesting what he was doing, what he was living to do. In his mind, that meant the people didn't care anymore. They just didn't get it. The people who were in the army were there to defend... and defending meant war.

He couldn't explain it to people who didn't believe in patriotism like he did. He believed that you had to work for everything, and sometimes work meant fight. In his case, he wanted justice, and he was going to have to go over there and fight for it. He didn't give a damn if people protested the war, he was doing it for them. It was hard coming back from a place where you are so hated, a place where his friends were fighting and dying for others, and none of them even cared anymore. It was a hard way of life, but one that he had chosen, and one he was now having to pay for. He supposed that if his country was attacked again and someone he loved was killed and the United States went to war again, he'd rejoin and go over there again to bring justice to those who killed the people he cared for... but for now, he just needed to live a normal life.

When Roxxie answered the door she looked... well, not good. Not in the sense of looks, she was a very pretty girl... but in the sense of her emotional state. He had a feeling she was about to tell him about something that had gone wrong. He smiled slightly when she mentioned his height. He personally didn't see himself as all that tall... but then again he supposed in comparison to a lot of people he was pretty tall. Following her inside, he was tempted to ask her if she was alright, but he was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that question so it would be pointless to ask it. He wasn't sure hot to react to what she told him. I mean sure he'd had his fair share of girls leaving him, but none of them had really affected him emotionally. Oh... uhm, I'm sorry to hear that... he said with a bit of uncertainty, with a feeling that there was more to what she wanted to talk to him about. Sure she could have been just emotionally attached to Tom, but it just seemed like there was more to it... he just wasn't sure how to get her to tell him.

[roxanne]

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YOU THINK THAT I CAN'T SEE WHAT KIND OF MAN THAT YOU ARE, IF
you're a man at all. well i will figure this one out on my own.
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Part of Roxxie could tell that Jake would probably rather be anywhere but here right now. And she didn't blame him. There were few guys who liked sitting down and talking to you about things. It made her wonder why he came over in the first place. Yeah, they were friends. But they never really just.. talked. She figured maybe he couldn't just say no. Or maybe he could tell that something was wrong.. After all, she hadn't exactly been doing a very good job at hiding it. Then again, she realized that he never really talked much. Maybe he was more of a listener? Either way.. She knew she was putting him in an awkward position right now. And she'd have to apologize for that after..

She noticed, though, how he had smiled when she commented on his height. Roxanne couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him smile.. He never really appeared all that happy when she saw him.. She knew something was wrong, but she never bothered to ask. Especially if he was the type who would get mad about it and hit something. She knew people hated getting asked what was wrong, guys especially. She never knew one to talk about how he felt. Well, a straight one. She'd had many gay friends, and admittedly, she kind of liked them better.. She knew she could talk about anything with them. Not to mention they could both point out guys..

Shrugging it off, Roxxie looked back up to him as he spoke, biting her lip. Yeah.. me too..

[/color] she paused, looking away and exhaling. He's a father.. And the funny thing is.. He's leaving to get away from his family rather than to go to them.[/color] she said, still not looking at him. She hoped he'd realize she was pregnant. She didn't want to actually have to say it. It wasn't something she was entirely happy about. She would have been thrilled had it been a boy who actually cared about her and wanted to help her out with the baby. But what bugged her was, if Tom didn't want a baby so much, why hadn't he been more careful? She didn't recall having him ask if she was sure about the sex. They just.. had it.

Roxxie had been vulnerable. She'd had a bad day at school and wanted to forget about it. She wanted to be with him. And she'd have done anything to keep him happy. Admittedly, she liked it. She liked the way he'd kissed her. He'd treated her so well. So gentle.. Something Mason hadn't done. Maybe that was why she gave in. He wasn't Mason. He seemed a lot better than Mason. Although, Mason had never left her. Sure, he had hit her and such, but never left her. And Tom.. Yeah, she'd been afraid that he'd hit her if she didn't have sex with him. But she never would have expected anything like this to have happened.

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POST STATUS: done !
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: TOXXiC !?
LYRICS CREDIT: paramore.
COSTARRING: Jake.
OUTFIT: here.
WORD COUNT: 494.
NOTES: .. only ten more words than last time o.o
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[JACOB ANTHONY MORRIS]

It was true, like most guys Jacob never had been one to talk about feelings and all that stuff... it just wouldn't be... well he just didn't do it. He hadn't ever really been a very sensitive guy, at least not when people were around. He preferred to look like he was unfazed by anything and everything, he wanted to look more like he was the sort of guy who would be steadfast and strong through any and every situation... it was a guy thing, most girls couldn't understand it. They all were born with an innate sense of arrogant pride, and it was that arrogant pride that caused them to act this way. Jake was a little less obvious about his though, and he didn't generally go around doing "manly" things to attract attention to himself. He was more the sort of guy to lurk on the sidelines, waiting and watching for something for him to do. He was always looking out for the people around him, even when he didn't realize he was.

He had been a fairly talkative person back before the war. Not overly so, though. He didn't talk constantly, and get on people's nerves. He didn't have a story for every situation. However, if the situation arose where he was included in the conversation and he had an opportunity to let his opinion be known, you could be that he would. In general he wouldn't wait and think too much about what he was going to say. He had his opinions, and he wasn't going to be careful about how he expressed them, because... well, they were what they were and if people couldn't handle that... lets just say they would either have to deal with it or try to argue with him about it. Of course when anyone tried to contradict what he said, he always seemed to have some sort of irrefutable and logical argument to back it up and there would be no arguing with him after that.

Of course he had pissed someone off more than once by so blatantly stating his opinions about something. Most of the time he was right, and it just made people mad for some reason or another. Anyway, that was another reason he got in fights at school. His classmates just didn't like that he seemed to be unafraid of telling them that they were wrong, or they weren't doing something right. That head lead to more than one playground fight, and more than one suspension. It was a miracle that he hadn't been expelled from every school he went to. He had been kicked out of two schools in middle school, but it surprised everyone that he hadn't been kicked out of more of them. With all the fights he got in, you would think the school would want to be rid of him so as to not put a black mark on their reputation... but for whatever reason most of them kept on trying to get him to shape up.

Roxie seemed almost a little uncomfortable at the moment, and he wasn't sure if it was because he was there or if it was because she didn't want to tell him what was going on. They hadn't really met the best way... in fact they had met in a rather bad way. Jacob had been getting himself drunk a lot lately since coming back from war. It was the best way he knew to relieve all the stress on his mind of things that had happened and thing that would happen. Roxie, he believed, had been drunk that night as well, and they just happened to be two lonely, drunk young people who were living up the night at the same club. They'd met, and things started happening, and they ended up in bed together. When morning came around and they realized that they were complete strangers who had just slept together, it was a bit awkward, but they decided to forget about the incident, since they had both been drunk. Somehow or another after that they'd become friends, and hung out occasionally.

Now he was really starting to get worried. Tom had left her, and she seemed more torn about it than he would have expected. Then she started saying something about Tom leaving to get away from his family, but as Jake recalled, Tom's family was from England or something like that. For a brief moment, an expression of confusion crossed his face before he suddenly realized what she was saying. She was pregnant... the baby was Tom's... and he left because she was pregnant. Oh Tom... he had best get out of the country quickly, because he'd just gone through the give and take situation that Jacob went through so often. He'd given Jacob a very very good reason to go beat the shit out of him, and if Jake got the opportunity to do so... well he would definitely be taking it. He was so wired to defend people that he almost couldn't help but do so. Maybe he didn't do it in the best way, but that was the only way he knew how.

He really didn't know what to say now... I mean what do you say to a girl whose boyfriend knocked her up then left her cold? One thing he knew was for sure was that Roxie was going to need someone to help her... and since she had called him to talk about it, he was assuming that she was hoping he would be the one to do so. Still, he was at a loss for words. He really would have liked to just go tell Tom exactly how he felt about him, and most likely show him just exactly how much pain the people like him could be in at Jacob's own hands... but right now, he was guessing that was the last thing Roxanne needed, so he would just have to figure something else out and save that for another time. Oh god Roxie... he said, still unsure of what he should say, is there anything I can do for you? Of course he was still planning on finding Tom and giving him his what for if the guy hadn't already fled the country, but right now he had a feeling that wouldn't help any.

[roxanne]

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Roxxie sighed and bit her lip, not liking the silence. She hated silence. Especially awkward silences like these. You always felt like you had to break the silence. And when you did, it seemed to make things even more awkward. But she didn't say anything- she wasn't sure what to say. She felt a tear roll down her face as he spoke, and she brushed it away. Great.. Just what she needed; crying in front of him. She'd done enough crying in front of Tom- and that was just when he left her. She couldn't remember if she had ever cried in front of him before that. She tended to hide her feelings, not wanting people to see her at her worst, her weakest. She was always so vulnerable when she was upset, and she hated it.

She wished there was a way she could fix it. It was like ever since she'd been with Mason, everything had been messed up. The first two boyfriends she had, she could be herself around them. But things with Mason changed.. And ever since he'd hit her for the first time, she was different. Afraid to be who she wanted to be. And whenever he was upset, she couldn't talk to him about it. And she hated that. Maybe that was why she tended to keep to herself.. Why she didn't talk much about things, or at least why she found other ways to say something without just coming right out and saying it. She knew she had to get out of that habit, but she didn't know how. She wanted to go back to how she used to be.. But it just wasn't easy..

When Jake asked if there was anything he could do, she shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment, not bothering to wipe away the tears. She still didn't look at him though, for she doubted she could. Plus, she didn't really want him to see her crying. Roxanne figured, though, that it could have been worse- Tom could have left her after they'd had sex. But he actually stayed with her. Did that mean he didn't want just sex? She wasn't sure. Possibly. If she hadn't been pregnant, she was sure that they would have had sex again. But she couldn't exactly say he wouldn't have left her then.. Pushing the thoughts away, she wiped away more tears and shifted so she was leaning up against the cushion. I don't know what I'm going to do..

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
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COSTARRING: Jake.
OUTFIT: here.
WORD COUNT: 419.
NOTES: ...
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[JACOB ANTHONY MORRIS]

Jacob really wanted to help Roxie, the same way he always wanted to help people who didn't seem capable of helping themselves. She didn't seem like she was able to, or else didn't want to, do this on her own, and he couldn't say he blamed her. He was fairly sure he could never be a single parent... hell at this point he wasn't sure he could handle being a parent at all, but trying to do it on his own would be a very nearly impossible task. He wasn't sure how he could help her there though... she would need someone to look after the baby while she was at school, and he wasn't sure he was up for the job, but he supposed since she had called him, he was probably one of the only ones she had that she could ask for help, and he couldn't very well say no. Of course if it proved more than he could handle he was sure his parents would be willing to look after the baby when they could if he asked them to.

He wasn't really sure what she should do either. It was obviously quite a predicament she had been forced into, and one that he hadn't ever had to find a solution for. He'd helped plenty of people out of plenty of problems, but he'd never had to deal with someone being pregnant and left by the baby's father. So naturally, the first thing that came to mind was going to be the first thing he would say. Luckily for him he was generally a clear thinker and the first thing that came to mind wasn't going to be something totally ridiculous which he would later regret saying. Do you need somewhere to stay? he asked, though almost right after, he wondered why he had. He was in her house... she obviously had a place to stay already... but if she lived with someone else who would be disagreeable to having a baby around she might need to go somewhere else.

He didn't really know. Thoughts were running through his head at an incredibly fast pace, like they normally did, but this time there were more of them. He wanted to help her, he just really wasn't sure how to. It seemed sort of like she didn't know either, and he was afraid they might not be able to find a solution for this. Right now he was still living with his parents, since he hadn't been back very long and hadn't had time to find a place of his own yet. No one blamed him for that, after all, since he'd been gone for two years he obviously had a lot to do when he got back. There were people that wanted to see him, people his parents wanted him to see, places his family wanted him to go, things his sisters wanted him to do... somewhere in between all that he needed to find the time to go find himself an apartment. When he'd mentioned it the other day, his parents started saying that they would buy him a house, but he insisted that he go get an apartment and pay for it on his own. He was stubborn like that... always wanting to do things himself. Besides, he didn't need an entire house all to himself. Really all he needed was four walls and a roof and he would get by, considering he had spent the better part of the past year sleeping in holes they dug in the ground.

If there was one good thing that going to war had done for Jake, it was that he was now much more self-sufficient than he had been before. He could get by with the bare minimum as far as basic necessities, and he was a hell of a lot more frugal. After being over there with almost nothing, having to wear the same uniforms day in and day out, living off army rations, and rarely getting the chance for a shower, he appreciated having a little now a lot more than he had appreciated having a lot before he went to war. He was sure people couldn't understand that unless they went off to war too, but he didn't expect them to do that, she he just wasn't going to try to explain it to them. Going from a rich kid to a soldier had been a difficult transition, and he'd taken a lot of grief for being the rich kid, but by the time boot camp had ended, nobody saw him as the rich kid anymore, he was just another one of them. Now that he was back he could quite easily taken on that status again, but he didn't want to... he wanted to be just another guy on the street... that was it.

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There were actually many things Roxanne could do. She could get get rid of the baby multiple ways.. But those involved killing the baby, and she knew she could never do that. She was highly against abortion, for she knew what doctors did to some of those babies to get them out, and she didn't think it should be legal. In her mind, abortion was wrong, and anyone who performed it should be taken to jail. It was still murder- and the baby never had a chance to live. It frustrated her that just because it was incapable of caring for itself, it was okay to kill it. No matter what, it was still murder. It always would be. And she'd never be okay with it. She hated seeing bad things happen to children. Nearly every time she'd read about abortion or abuse, or even murder, she'd cry. It was horrid how society was.. No one deserved to be treated that way.

She could understand getting an abortion if there was a chance that you would die, too, but not if you were unable to support the baby or if you were a victim of rape or something of the sort. There was always adoption, something that Roxxie had been thinking about doing for herself.. But she wasn't sure that she'd be able to have the baby and then just give it away. If she had to, she'd ask her parents for help. She wasn't sure if her brother would help.. Of course, she wasn't going to go back to England to live with her parents for support.. There were now two guys in that country that she disliked. Tom had only given her another reason not to go back home. Of course, some day she would like to move away from here.. Maybe to the country or something, since her modeling job was pretty much over now.. She doubted she could be a very good model while pregnant, or even after having the baby. She'd have to take care of it. And wanting to live in New York may not be the best way to go, as isn't New York City the city that never sleeps? Or, was that Paris? No.. Paris was the city of lights.. Or, you know, she could be way off. Either way, she didn't see it as the best place to raise a kid. The pollution, crowded cities.. The only reason she wanted to go there in the first place was a chance at modeling if she hadn't gotten one here..

When Jake asked if she needed a place to stay, she bit her lip. I don't know.. I haven't even told my brother yet..

[/color] Hell, she didn't even know how to tell her brother. The last thing an overprotective brother wanted was to hear that his baby sister was pregnant. Oh, wouldn't that be fun to do? She sighed softly and wiped away more tears, knowing her brother would be home soon. He had no idea that Tom was no longer around. He didn't even know that her and Jake had had a one night stand. In fact, Adam didn't even know Roxanne was no longer a virgin.. She'd have to be sure not to give him a heart attack when she told him all this. Of course, she'd keep out the part with Jake.. That wasn't something he needed to know.. She'd gotten in enough trouble when she came home the next morning with a hang over.

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POST STATUS: done !
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: TOXXiC !?
LYRICS CREDIT: paramore.
COSTARRING: Jake.
OUTFIT: here.
WORD COUNT: 583.
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[JACOB ANTHONY MORRIS]

For some reason, Jake was feeling a bit almost, well... guilty, and he didn't know why. Maybe he just felt so bad for her that it felt like guilt. He'd never been much good at handling guilt... in fact he was horrible at it. As a kid he couldn't ever lie to his parents because he would just feel so bad about having lied that he would come out and tell them, then get in trouble for whatever he lied about and for lying. More than once he had done something which he knew was wrong, and before the day was done he would fess up to having done it. That was part of what made people say he was a good kid, despite getting kicked out of schools and getting in fights all the time with the other kids. He was always extremely honest, even when it meant he would get in trouble. It was like he was wired to tell the truth. He took reproach well too. Of course like all kids he would sit there and no make eye contact while he was being scolded, but unlike most kids, he took it to heart and tried his best to change.

The only time he hadn't changed what he was doing was with all the fights he got in. His parents, teachers, principals... any sort of authority figure told him over and over again that he needed to get along with the other kids, and he was in trouble so often for that... but he never changed that once. He always just kept right on getting in fights with other kids. Unfortunately, he always instigated the fights too, so he was the one who got in trouble. He always told them... or tried to tell them... what the other kids had been saying or doing, but he could swear everyone in authority over him was a pacifist. They always said that it didn't matter what the other kids said, he shouldn't get in fights. But to Jake, what the other kids said meant a lot, and until they stopped saying things, he wasn't going to stop getting in fights with them... especially when anyone made a less than pleasant comment about his ethnic appearance.

Because Jake looked rather Hispanic with his black hair, dark skin, and dark eyes, a lot of the other kids would speculate that he was from Mexico. Then rumors would start, and people would say that he was one of the migrant worker's kids but they didn't want him, so they left him on the side of the road in a box. Now naturally that made Jake mad for two reasons. One, he believed in a better side of mankind and in his opinion the migrant workers were generally better people than those who were citizens. And two, he was still quite bitter at that point in his life, about his parents leaving him, and even just bringing them up made him get rather upset and angry. Another fight would break out, and since Jake physically started the fight, he would get in trouble and they would tell him that he could either apologize or get some sort of punishment... and of course he would refuse to apologize.

He really didn't know what to say to Roxie, and he wasn't exactly sure what she wanted him to do. He did know that he wanted to do something though. Jacob was just the sort of guy that would be driven crazy by the inability to help someone. Is there anything I can do? He asked, really honestly hoping there was. Helping people was just so ingrained in his mind that he couldn't help it. Whether it was a stranger on the street or someone he had known his entire life, he simply couldn't not help them. Some people thought he was crazy, but really he just hated to see people suffer, and if he could help them to not suffer... at least for a short time... then he most certainly would do so to the best of his ability. Even if Roxie wasn't exactly physically suffering, he knew she was hurt, and probably scared out of her mind, and if there was anything he could do to relieve some of that pain and fear, he hoped she would let him know so that he could help her.

[roxanne]

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POST STATUS: incomplete !
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: TOXXiC !?
LYRICS CREDIT: paramore.
COSTARRING: Jake.
OUTFIT: here.
WORD COUNT: .
NOTES: ...
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