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[{ angie dahlia cruz ,]

angie wasn't the type to really take the subway, since it always creeped her out no matter what. or that's what it was like for her. but it was better than walking the streets alone. being the kind of danger magnet that she happened to be, it'd probably end really badly. so she settled with the subway. it wasn't really crowded at all for whatever reasons. but there were people in small crowds, chatting or else waiting for the train. she kept her eyes down and stayed quiet, arms crossed over her chest. she had stayed after school a little so that she could finish a report she had been working on for a while. and no, it wasn't late. she had turned it in before it was due, so that was one thing off her chest.

everyone seemed to ignore her, which she was happy about. being the quiet type, angie didn't like being bothered too much. occasionally she'd look up and catch someone staring at her, but it wasn't anything to make her fell too awkward. they were usually just curious glances. finally hearing the train arrive, she groaned loudly and shifted her weight as people filled it up. too many people, really. and yet the subway hadn't seemed so crowded. she could wait for the next one, even though she'd be waiting a while. she'd probably be worried about, but that was all.

so moving her feet, she walked over to the wall and sat down against it slowly, a scowl coming onto her face. she hated when she had time to think just because things she didn't want to think about would surface. things like how she had neglected her 'friend' and lost his friendship, yet she wouldn't give up. she'd somehow make it all up to him. she didn't know how, but she wouldn't give up and just throw everything away. a part of herself was angry with him, but she also couldn't help but blame herself about the situation.

pushing herself out of the thoughts, she tried to distract herself with the hem of her shirt by picking at it slowly. it was just a plain grey tee, simply because her family wasn't exactly rich, so to speak. so usually when it came to clothes and food? they didn't really care about brands, as long as it was cheap. and they seemed to hate spending it on stuff they didn't even need. and no, angie wasn't at all embarassed to admit it, actually. on her legs were a pair of simple jeans. they weren't raggedy looking, but they didn't have the appearance of being from some high-end store or anything. her feet had been fitted with a pair of white tennis shoes. if no one knew her, really, she never seemed to stick out. but she liked it that way. it was a lot easier.

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[vincent bourne ,]

let's be m o r e than this .

VINCENT SAMUEL BOURNE

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No matter how good Vincent was with cars, he couldn't drive. Legally, anyway. He'd been practicing since he was able to reach the pedals, under the guidance of his father and under the cover of night in abandoned parking lots. Until he got his license, that's all he would be able to do. Walking seemed to be the preferred form of transportation lately, but today he needed to get across town, and the subway appealed much more. As he sat down, a woman and a man sat on either sides of him, the former of whom had a cat. Vince looked a bit apprehensive as he eyed the cat; he could sense the allergies coming any second now.

He looked away and then stood up to find another seat. After traveling down the car a little more, he found an empty seat. So grateful to have been away from the pesky cat dander, he hardly notice that he'd seated himself only a few spaces away from the girl he'd thought was one of his best friends, who also just happened to be the girl he was hopelessly in 'like' with. It took a moment for it all to register in his head, but he knew what was going on. What were the odds, that they both went to ride the subway at the same time? He tried to appear calm while he was anything but. Recently he'd done such a good job of avoiding her, which he was doing for mixed reasons.

Though a persistent boy, Vince was often reminded by Angie herself that they couldn't be anything but friends. He still kept hanging around her, though, because he genuinely liked her, and because he still believed he had an inkling of hope left. Did he, though? No, not really; that wasn't something he'd realize anytime soon, though. Another reason would have been the motorcycle fiasco that happened a while back, perhaps not too long ago. It was a big misunderstanding, and really, he felt like a dumbass. But more of a reason not to pester Angie? Brett Oakley. That partially insane guy who seemed to be as smitten with Angie as Vince was. If Vince dared look at her for longer than two seconds, the guy would have had his head.

He tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible, but how could one do that under the fluorescent lights and in a seat that was surrounded by no people that could have hidden him? Slumping in his seat, he felt his heart race, feeling as if the other passengers could hear it. He wanted to kick himself for choosing the subway.

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STATUS, done
TAG, angie
WORDS, 439
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LISTENING TO, crushcrushcrush - paramore
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[{ angie dahlia cruz ,]

had there ever been a time when angie would feel so many emotions at once, it was now. and that sounded funny, but the second she had caught sight of vincent, she didn't feel too happy. he had been avoiding her for a while. and she had been trying to get their friendship back. but it was probably never going to work. yet angie wouldn't let herself lose hope. the feelings that were coming over her were annoying. there was anger. a bit of sadness. some annoyance. and then a bit of relief mixed in with awkwardness. she couldn't help but frown at it all. there was really nothing she could do right now but try and talk to him.

but what if he simply ignored angie? she bit down on her bottom lip and swallowed hard. she didn't want to make it seem like the whole avoidance hadn't happened. but she wasn't wanting to provoke him and anger him. and, to be honest? it was hard not to do either. she wanted him to know just how angry she was with him. she wanted him to know that she was feeling more than hurt. he had been her best friend for a while, and then just stopped talking to her over an incident she would have forgiven him for. he hadn't known.

she stood up and brushed her clothes off before going to walk toward him and clearing her throat. she was thinking of a way to start all this out. maybe she should sit across from him. that would be better. it wasn't that far off to the other side to where she'd have to shout and get his attention. taking a seat across from him, angie just watched him, occasionally glancing back down. "hey, vincent. i'm surprised to see you here." it really was a surprise more than anything. she had taken the subway sometimes when she didn't feel like driving, and she had not seen him once on it. talk about fate being silly. this was downright weird.

"you know..." she began thinking of a way to start off the topic without making him want to get up and walk away. she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that this wasn't going to go her way. but it was better than nothing. at least she tried, right? wasn't that what mattered the most? no. it didn't. not when you lost your best friend and couldn't do anything to help it.

[vincent bourne ,]

let's be m o r e than this .

VINCENT SAMUEL BOURNE

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"hey, vincent. i'm surprised to see you here."

There it was. He saw it coming from the very moment he'd noticed her auburn hair, which when he first met her, he found beautiful and unique. But now, it had become a method of finding her in a crowd, and maybe darting in the other direction. Perhaps it was immature of him to avoid the girl that had become a good friend of his, but he was a high school sophomore who had over and over again been denied. Vincent had at least a little right to be immature, right? After she'd greeted him, he glanced toward her, a nod of acknowledgment. He wanted so badly to talk to her as he used to, eager and happily and with that familiar sense of being carefree.

But instead, he left it at a nod. She'd said something else, trailing off at the end and not continuing. He was waiting for a few moments, waiting for her to say something else. But it did it come. He nearly let out a groan, but didn't. Was he required to talk now? "Uh. What?" he asked, surprised that the words came freely and that he didn't choke them out. God, was he acting strange. Vincent was usually such a carefree guy. He hardly took anything seriously. But now he was being more stern than his bitter Uncle Thomas. He dared another glance at Angie, his eyes fixed on her face. Ouch. He hadn't been pinched or kicked, but the feeling in his stomach was indeed painful. He looked down at his hands, which were surprisingly dry. He would have imagined that he'd get nervous and be wringing sweaty palms.

Letting out a slow breath, he hoped that that would have calmed his nerves any. It didn't. What happened? he always asked himself. He was just as confused as Angie, even though he was convinced that she knew exactly what was going on. There was a part of him that wanted to be friends with her again, but he always shoved that aside.

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STATUS, done
TAG, angie
WORDS, 344
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[{ angie dahlia cruz ,]

well. there was one thing she could look at positively -- he was at least talking. and she knew no one else had been attempting any kind of communication with him, so he was pretty much acknowledging her. that made her smile quite a bit. but now she was trying to figure out what exactly she was supposed to say. she bit down on the side of her cheek and looked up at him slowly, blinking her eyes quickly. "so you're actually talking to me?" oh. nice choice. angie mentally slapped herself, trying to think of a way to recover. obviously, that wasn't the smartest thing to say. but it had been what slipped out. if you asked her to admit it, though, deep down she was slightly happy she had spoken these words. they had been bubbling up inside her for a while, actually. but she still wanted something else to add. there was something else that was missing.

the warm hellos and smiles? that was probably what she missed. although hanging out with him was what she wanted back the most. "nothing's been the same since you stopped talking to me." he should have known that, right? so why was she putting it out in the open? clearly, she was just speaking without thinking. the whole situation and him giving her the chance made her both nervous and eager since he was giving her the time of day for once. usually, she wouldn't even act this way. and she knew it was stupid of her because just as quickly as he had began speaking to her? he could stop. and that's what she was fearing.

she didn't know what more to say after that. if she merely opened her mouth again, something more rude would spill out. and then he obviously wouldn't give her responses. the only way she knew how to get them was by asking questions. but he wasn't going to answer something dumb, and she wasn't going to act like his silence had never happened. the whole idea of that was pretty much gone when she had said 'you're actually talking to me'. but she couldn't hold a grudge right now.

standing up from her seat, she thought that it'd possibly be safe to go sit next to him. whatever had made her think that, she wasn't sure. but maybe it'd possibly influence him to talk a bit more. she sat down on a closer seat to him and sat forward, sighing. elbows on her knees, she just waited to hear him speak again. if he didn't, she could already imagine how awkward this was going to become.

[vincent bourne ,]

let's be m o r e than this .

VINCENT SAMUEL BOURNE

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"so you're actually talking to me?"

Huh. So she'd noticed. Vincent didn't expect her to be blatantly oblivious to his whole avoidance routine lately, but he thought that she may have not been so affected by it. Well, at least, that was what he hoped for and what he dreaded. To be completely forgotten by Angie would have left him in more than a mess than he already was. He would have tried to convince himself that it was her decision, even though he was the one who was initiating the deterioration of their friendship. Though, Vincent most certainly did not like admitting his downfalls and mistakes. Nothing was the same since he started ignoring her? He expected her boyfriend (oh how that word killed him) would have consumed most of her time, as much as he could. Of course Vincent knew that they were really good friends and once he thought that a lot would have to happen to keep them apart, but look where they were now -- not able to look each other, him feeling nervous and excited and annoyed at the same time.

"Really now.." he said, not very enthused. Who could blame him? But it still hurt to be so rude, and so cold. He straightened up in his seat, hoping he could make his body language portray he wasn't feeling as vulnerable as he did at that moment. He was tempted to break down and just apologize, try to make everything better and flip things around. But that would also mean him pining away for her in that so obvious manner he'd expressed before. It would mean more run-ins with Brett (that word, too, killed him). It would mean that he would be caught in the friend zone, jumping at every chance to break them up, like, say, tattling about some motorcycle. Vincent wasn't too sure if he wanted that back.

But if he could just pick and choose, he'd bring back their friendship. He knew that he definitely wanted that back. He let out another slow breath, staring at his hands. "Listen," he began and paused, still choosing his words. "Is it really best that we talk right now?" Oookay, that absolutely did not sound like the apology he had ready in his head. The words were right there, at the back of his throat, but instead he was practically telling her to go away; he didn't want that. "Agh, god. Okay. Uh." That was what happened when Vincent had thoughts-to-speech malfunctions. "I don't know," he said as coherently as I could. "I'm just stupid."

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WORDS, 429
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