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Post by margaret reeves on May 18, 2011 21:13:49 GMT -5
The nightlife was back into her life again. The smell of alcohol succumbed her whole entire body as she threw on a jacket she found laying randomly on her floor. It was probably just something that she had taken from her Mom's collection of her father's old clothes. The bags underneath her eyes were clearly noticeable now. Each step she made down the small narrow hallwaymade her ear's begin to ring. The strides that she made weren't even that large why was her whole body aching with each step. Being sober for about three years made you forget all of the side effects from alcohol. Last night was all a blurr. Margaret could just remember brief things that came out of her mouth especially stuff she was shouting at random people. Apparently she was one of those girls that got extremely crazy when she was drunk. This behavior was not going to win back Ollie for sure or even consider letting Maggie visit Sage again. That's all she really wanted to do. Besides apologize to Ollie for everything that she had done to hurt him, she just wanted to see her daughter. Leaving was the worst decision she had ever made in her life or atleast leaving without actually explaining to Ollie. Neither of the two knew how to raise a kid how could she just leave him to fend for himself? Her blond hair was on the very top of her head as she prepared the coffee pot. All she could think about was inhaling the sweet smell of her vanilla carmel coffee. Anything could've made up for the bittersweet alcohol taste in the back of her throat.
Two missed calls. Mom Hudson
The blond scratched her head about the Hudson message. There was a voicemail though so her curiousity was kicking in. Pressing the voicemail tab her phone instantly dialed out bringing up the automated message. Pressing the delete button on the message from her mom she bit her lip at the last one. "Hey legs, it's Hudson. You never called me back two nights ago like you promised. I was waiting for your call and to see your beautiful face. Call me. Maggie shook her head as she deleted the contact and the message. There was no way that she was going to be calling back this Holden guy. Her head was now rested on the cold wooden table as a few tear drops fell from her eyes. All of this was just getting too much for her. Maybe Ollie was right, maybe she needed to get out of here. No one wanted her here so what was really the point of being here anymore? Sage. That's why she was here. It's what kept her motivated every day she didn't want to just pack up all of her belongings and leave again. Ollie was surely showing his claws as of right now and Maggie was trying really hard to let them all just pass over. Tell herself that this wasn't the Ollie that she loved once before that because of her she had ruined it all. Maggie brushed her hand against the side of her head as she poured her last cup of coffee. She would go back to sleep now until she needed to get up. The party scene would call her again tonight so for now she needed some sleep.
The headache was back as soon as the clock rung in her hoome about eight thirty. Maggie was in her bathroom putting on some mascara when her cell phone began to buzz with Clarissa's ringtone. Clarissa almost never called Maggie anymore. She was one of those friends that she left behind when she had gone back up to Toronto. Maggie finished up the last touches on her eyes and then reached for her cellular device. I'll be there in twenty. We are going out for drinks. Maggie didn't even bother on texting her back since Clarissa was one of those people that you just couldn't say no to. Within twenty minutes the short brunette had arrived at Maggie's small apartment. The two of them hugged and even shed a tear. Clarissa had admitted to ignored her because she had left without a trace but since she was staying now there was really no point of even ignoring anymore. Before their exit from her home she sprinkled on some perfume that Ollie had once given to her. It had been his favorite scent. Maggie bit her lip as she locked up the house knowing that most likely she wouldn't be coming back here until the morning.
The lights in the whole bar were completely dim. It was getting a lot harder to be able to tell what was even going on anymore. The two girls sat at the bar twirling their hair and sipped on their hard liquior that a boy down at the very end at bought for them. Clarissa kept making eyes at him and he was making them right back at her. A few more shots were handed down to her. A playful smile crossed her lips as she handed the bartender the last glass she had used. Another guy next to her offered to buy her another drink but all she could do was laugh right now. Clarissa had left the seat beside her and was nowhere in sight anymore. Maggie was all alone. Her eyes scanned for a familiar face until she spotted one that she didn't want to see. Her heart sank as she followed them into the bar. Ollie and some random girl. Maggie couldn't peel her eyes off of them. Instantly jealousy was shooting through her. This girl had clearly spotted her and began to whisper something into Ollie's hear. Maggie's heart began to drop even more as Ollie wouldn't even look away from the girl to see her. Turning towards the bar she grabbed herself another beer something that she was never really fond of but she found it in her likings tonight. The duo was coming closer to the bar there was no time to find Clarissa they were seated near her now. The brunette he was with continued to laugh until she heard her name. It was something brief but Maggie heard it's content. I can't believe she left you, you poor thing. Shaking her head at the disbelief of what was she just said she heard her name again. The beer in her hand was now placed on the bar top as she made her way towards them. "Excuse me, but what did you just say?" The blond knew that tomorrow she was going to regret this. Ollie would most likely never talk to her again but she needed to stand up for herself. She was tired of hearing herself being talked about by almost everyone in this god town. "I think it's best if you just minded your own business even if you are his date. It's really none of your business.." Her voice trailed off after slurring a few of her words. This wasn't even worth it, she knew it. The girl was clearly offended by just few words before she got up and both of them were shouting words into each other's faces. This was really going to be a long night.
tagged: kelly / ollie
notes: i hope this is what we talked about doing? if not, we can work with this fail.
listening too: nothing - the script.
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Post by ollie marcs on May 19, 2011 15:33:00 GMT -5
 Her tiny body shuddered as she slept, deep breaths wracking her bones and whispy snores floating through the room.
Ollie found watching his daughter sleep soothing. The two year old didn’t have a care in the world, wriggling restlessly as dreams overtook her mind, and Ollie couldn’t begin to imagine the things she was seeing as she slept. Even during the day, he couldn’t believe some of the things his two year old created. His eyes cast around the dimly lit room, straying from his daughter and spotting her Barbie’s lying all over her purple carpet. Just that afternoon she’d decided to give them all make-over’s, and the sight was enough to make Ollie laugh, his sound echoing in the silenced room. Some of them had lost their hair, some had two heads and some had no heads at all. With an amused smile on his face, Ollie quietly slipped from the room, flicking the light off and shutting the door behind him. He headed back towards the living room where his sister, India, was lounged on the couch, her feet kicked up on the arm rest and her head resting on her hands. She gave him a dull look as he walked in, before returning her gaze to the flickering television. Ollie sat with her for ten more minutes, conversing idly and glancing at the screen every now and then, before he hauled himself up and towards his bedroom to get ready for tonight.
A plaid shirt and black jeans were all he needed to smarten himself up, and the brunette boy was ready within twenty minutes. He’d attempted to style his hair, really to no avail, and had brushed and flossed his teeth. Spraying his aftershave across his body in quick swipes, Ollie sniffed the air and, satisfied, left the room. He bid a quick farewell to India, relayed the house rules to her – at which she rolled her eyes – and, grabbing his keys, exited his house. On the way to the club, he stopped off at Juliette’s house. Juliette was a girl he’d been hooking up with quite recently, and tonight they were going to head out to a club and have some fun. He met her at her door with a soft smile, complimenting her on her appearance and offering her his hand. He led her to his car and with only a little time wasted, they were on their way to the club for tonight, idle conversation being passed between the two as they drove. Fifteen minutes later they’d pulled up outside the club, and Ollie stepped out, Juliette not far behind him, and together they walked into Bungalow, hands clasped, fingers laced. He leant over every now and then to whisper something into her ear, relishing in the blush it bought across her porcelain cheeks. His fingers traced small circles on the back of her hand, and he laughed politely at every comment she made. Inside the club, the music was almost deafening but a concept Ollie was used to. Leading Juliette in, he moved to walk behind her, his hand wrapping around her petite waist as he did so. He heard her nervous giggle and hid a laugh himself, astounded at the effects simple movements like that could have on girls. Juliette began to walk towards the bar before she stopped short, and Ollie nearly ran into her back with a confused expression. The brunette girl turned around, her eyes ablaze, before pointing at a lone blonde at the bar and explaining to Ollie what had caused her to stop.
Without even looking, Ollie knew who was at the bar. His body tensed and he refused to move, his grip tightening around Juliette’s waist. She, mistaking this gesture for a possessive one, leaned forwards to kiss his cheek and it took all his restraint not to push her off. He didn’t want to seem rude but now he knew Maggie was here, he could hardly put on an affectionate display with this woman he barely knew. He didn’t want to make her jealous; he wasn’t as petty as that. She’d left and he’d gotten over it; she didn’t need him parading around another girl right now. Ollie smoothed a hand through his hair and bit his lip, trying to figure out the best course of action, finding the words to persuade this girl to go to a different club. But she was stubborn, and set on trying to make Maggie jealous, so she dragged him by the tips of his fingers across the crowded bar, through the throngs of people, until she came to a stop in a seat just two feet away from Maggie. Sighing resignedly, he slid into the chair opposite her, focused on keeping his gaze away from Maggie. Away from her long blonde hair he could remember tangling his fingers in. Away from her long, tanned legs his hands had once roamed up tantalizingly. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, closing his eyes, willing away the scene he knew was about to unfold between the three of them. He ordered a beer and a cocktail for himself and Juliette, avoiding speaking to her for as long as he could because he knew she was going to make some obtuse comment about Maggie that would set him off. Two minutes passed in silence as they waited to be handed their drinks, Juliette’s hand on his kneecap the entire time, stroking seductively in a vain hope to gain his attention. Finally, frustrated, she removed her hand and sighed loudly, dramatically, and Ollie knew she was about to talk. ”I can't believe she left you, you poor thing” she whined at him, her voice too loud and too sympathetic. Ollie was about to respond but stopped still, his mouth open, when Maggie walked up to them and started to talk to the girl. Ollie screwed up his face as he listened to the two girls cat fight, running his hands through his hair, annoyed. Of course this would happen on the night he just wanted peace. Of course.
"I think it's best if you just minded your own business even if you are his date. It's really none of your business.." he heard Maggie slur, and smelt the unmistakable stench of beer on her breath. Knowing how badly she fared with beer, Ollie realized he should step in now before things went too far. “That’s enough,” he murmured with a sigh, temper rising when both girls ignored him. “I said that’s enough,” he shouted, louder this time, pushing his way between the two fighting girls, his face a picture of rage. “I came out tonight to escape the drama of having a two year old, I don’t want to have to deal with it again from you two,” he said exasperated, pushing his beer onto the counter. He turned away from Juliette and looked at Maggie, straight in the eye, wrinkling his nose at the smell of alcohol. “I’m taking you home,” he muttered in disgust, catching her wrist with his grasp, taking her towards the exit. “You stink of beer and you’re already slurring, how long have you been out?” he asked quietly as they moved through the people, who had begun dancing again now the drama was over. As much as he hated her for what she did, he still cared about her and hated to see her in a state like this one.
This was going to be one hell of a night.
tagged: maggie reeves/kaylaa
words: 1, 233
outfit: here.
notes: this is sucky and has no direction, but obviously i had a lot to say haha.
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Post by margaret reeves on May 22, 2011 12:37:31 GMT -5
While she was away in Toronto she spent majority of the time with her dying father and her sister. Ever since her family had left Byron Bay and moved back to Toronto her mother was pretty refusing on speaking with her. The night that her younger sister had called her about her father Maggie was instantly hurt that her mother had not been the one to do so. It was ridiculous that her eight year old sister had to be the one to call her and not the woman that should've been in charge of her. When Ollie had went to bed that night she had been called Maggie sat out on their balcony and cried on the phone with her little sister. She was so scared and Maggie was trying with everything to stay calm with her. Marjorie began to explain what happened with the whole accident. Her father had been hit by a drunk driver while he was driving to the pick up Marjorie from play practice. He had been hit head on and there was little chance for his survival rate especially with his brain tumor already. He had been diagnosed when Maggie first found out when she was pregnant. The doctors had stated that the tumor wasn't that large so he would go through therapy to help treat it and everything would be okay. Two months before his accident he had been told that the tumor was back. Maggie was absolutely devastated. Just the crying of her younger sister was breaking her inside. She knew that her younger sister needed her more than anything. The two of them stopped crying for a little while when Maggie asked the hard question Where is mom? Marjorie wouldn't answer for the longest time but Maggie could figure out the answer. Did she go out drinking again? Did she take her car? Marjorie's answers were short and sweet but they delivered the purpose. All of the sudden in the background she could hear yelling. She was home. Maggie bit her lip. Stay there Marjorie. Please stay in your room, I'll come up in two days. Just if anything happens please call me okay? You know my work number too right? They exchanged their final I love yous and they hung up the phone. Maggie sat cross-legged with her head in her hands. This was going to kill her.
She was never really the person to open up to anyone so when she left she didn't even think about what would happen if she returned. She knew that Ollie would be extremely pissed at her and probably not let her see Sage but it was all worth trying. The two of them were good at fighting and spitting hatred words at each other. All the while she pretended they didn't hurt but of course they hurt. They hurt the worse coming from him. After a long hurtful conversation with him, she would get drunk and act like nothing happened. She would find herself another guy that she would rely on for that night and forget about him the next. Last night it was Jeremy. He was a school teacher or so he claimed. His skin was tanned and his arms were showing through his sister. It was everything that she needed for the night. She just wanted someone to hold onto her at night even if it was meaningless. The only real person that she wanted by her side she couldn't have. His warm breath against her neck was all that wanted right now. The men that she compared nowhere near to Ollie. First of all some of them weren't even attractive and they were just arms to hold her, they meant nothing. The teacher, the policeman, the drunk, none of them even mattered. In the morning they were clear from her mind
Just the thought of another girl in his arms killed her slowly.
Maggie studied their movement from the door to the bar and she tried to act like she wasn't jealous or like she was even missing being with him. As they sat at the stools she watched the girl's hands on his legs. Fury was shooting through her but she promised herself that she wouldn't do anything. Sipping on another drink she had been given by another random guy at the bar she played with the straw. Their conversation wasn't going as fast she the girl wanted it to go. Maggie hoped that Ollie was annoyed with her random questions. When the girl started to bring up Sage, Maggie and their whole situation. This girl obviously knew that Maggie was present but she didn't think that she would actually say anything like she was planning on doing. With each drunk step to their area she could feel all eyes on her. Now the two of them were standing up and shouting in each other's faces. Juliette or whatever her name was talking about how incredibly selfish Maggie was and it was pissing her even more off. It was taking all of her might not to yank her ratty hair and pull her onto the ground. Maggie was trying to remind herself that she wasn't some drunk like she was being made out to be. She had some class but she just wasn't showing it. Hearing Ollie's voice break their noise the two of them ignored him at first. They continued to yell and now almost every person in the whole entire bar was looking their way. Now he was up from his seat and standing inbetween the two of them. Juliette sat down looking pissed as Maggie ran fingers through her hair. Her focus was anywhere but the two of them. This was one of those moments where she was wishing that she could disappear. Her body was getting ready to turn in the direction of the bar exit when she heard Ollie's last few words. With protested she went towards the exit when his arms instantly caught onto her wrists. "Let go of me Ollie! Their eyes were meeting for the first time in a while but she couldn't seem to focus very long. He wasn't up for listening to her as of right now and they moved towards the exit. They were almost out of the bar completely when it was now quiet. "I'm fine. Just me go. I can walk home by myself, just go back inside with whatever her name is." Maggie shot at him as well as a glare. His grip was tightening around her there was no way that he was going to let her go. "Why are you doing this to me. You hate me. Why not just let me fucking suffer?" Her words were even more slurred from the previous bar fight that she was in. Looking at him for the last time she just wanted to cry.
She tried with everything to hate him but even trying to hide this from herself was hard.
tagged: kelly / ollie
notes: this is just ugly.
listening too: i miss you - blink 182.
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