pieces of memories fall to the ground , (brandon)

[brett paige kite]

clothes,

all the streets where i walked alone
with nowhere to go have come to an end.

it was pouring in new york city, for the first time in ages, and instead of staying inside like everyone else, brett was taking a stroll around central park. maybe taking a stroll wasn't the right phrase, because brett had sat down on a bench facing the fountain. this place was one of her favorites to go when she had to think about things. people could always find her here. and especially now, since it was raining. a roof was over her head of course, so she wasn't soaking wet. but brett loved this weather, probably because it didn't rain often in new york city. central park became even more beautiful, and she thought it was a waste to sit inside without enjoying it. the place was somewhere she could think, and actually hear her thoughts, unlike the rest of busy new york city. with no interruptions, except those people who just came wandering by, but it was unlikely today. brett pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her arm as she stared rather thoughtfully at the fountain in front. you'd think such a young, beautiful girl shouldn't have many problems. she should be carefree. just focusing on her studies and then just having a good time. but that was easier said then done. somehow, she had gotten herself into a bunch of messes, and she didn't know how she got herself into them or have any clue how to get out.

for example, there was that whole thing with tyson. just when she had been starting to move on after a year, he walked in her life again and brett had no idea how to accept it. welcome him back with open arms? or just put the game 'hard to get' to good use? and then there was heath. some people didn't know what she even saw in the dickhead, but she knew some part of her loved (or liked, she didn't decide) him. the one you used to love or the one you love now? her life was just becoming a huge mess. she couldn't count the time she had last seen her parents, either, as far as she was concerned. moving to america was a huge mistake. somehow, though, she was content with the fact she could move back to liverpool whenever she felt like it. but that meant leaving behind too much, and alcohol was becoming an every-day type of thing, and it wouldn't be long before she was the new york city version of marissa cooper. and that didn't end too good for her, did it? brett's thoughts were interrupted as she felt a presence behind her.

a sigh escaped the twenty one year old's lips. why had she come here, again? oh right. the weather. but it was pretty funny that of all the parks she could've gone to, it was central park. the place was crawling with narcs just waiting to bust an underage kid buying drugs. she didn't really care, though. as far as brett was concerned they weren't aware of this place, and she probably didn't care much for whoever was suddenly in here either. brett flicked a piece of hair that had fallen in her face back, suddenly wishing she had plans or something to do tonight. so far all she had planned was an evening of chardonnay, godiva chocolate and the tv. maybe she should go out to a nightclub or something, even though brett woke up the next day not remembering a thing. anything was actually better then sitting there, letting thoughts of heath and tyson and everyone else drive her crazy.

[brandon peter westley]

` brandon peter westley `

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Rain. Frankly he didn't like it. But he found himself in one of those situations. Those horrible situations. No, he wasn't drunk. Sure, he had a few drinks, but he was close to sober. He was turning one of those good days into a bad. So many things were running through his head he was just not really paying attention. Normally he would be having a freak that it was pouring rain. He really didn't enjoy rain, the way it ruined the day and made everyone and everything wet. Brandon, annoyed at nature? Since when? Normally he was just a little more laid back. Rain could be fun, could be interesting. He had played in the rain many times, but sometimes he just hated it. Like now. He really didnt hate it. He was almost oblivious to the fact that his body was completely drenched. Head to toe really. His short brown hair that normally stuck up on his head was droopy, matching his troubled looking face. He really did look defeated. But how could he not feel that way? Ever had a million thoughts running in your mind to the point that you felt like you were going to explode? Ever feel like the world was against you, and everyone had a gun to your head and about to pull the trigger? That was how he was feeling right now. Because, frankly, the only person he felt connected too at this point was Jensen. And she had Jude now. She didnt need her way over protective brother to be bothering her. Or, atleast, trying to protect her at least. Ya, he'd never forget the so called accidental over dose the night after the Westley's arrived in New York. That was just perfect wasent it? It was like everyone didnt know, and yet everyone looked like they knew. Did that even make sense? Quite frankly, everything spinning around in his head really didnt make any sense at all. Just a load of screwed up shit that made up his life. He knew what his sister kept sayinh. And even when she didnt say it she was probably thinking it. He needed a relationship. But that was impossible for him. Or at least, he made it impossible.

He was walking, head down and mind elsewhere. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket. Huh, jacket. So much for that. It was more like a soggy mess of a thin attatched to his shoulders. Even the thin grey shirt underneath was soaked. For some reason, he was compelled to reach toward his chest. Lingering there, as always, was his necklace. A golden trinket attached to a thin black rope. It wasn't extravagant by all means, and it wasn't anything that a first class guy would have anyway. Just an old hand-me-down that he never actually took off. Never. It was one of those things that he just felt empty without it being on. His fingers rolled over the curves of the golden object, and it was still familiar. And yet, he never really figured out what it was. It appeared it could be many things. Either that or it was just a stupid clump of gold. It appeared to have an artistic look to it, the curves almost too perfect to just be carved from some river or creek. Some people once told him it looked almost like a dragon, its jaws open wide to spit a golden flame out of his gullet. Or an eagle, its talons outstretched in front of him with its wings wide behind it, a position to catch its next meal. He kinda thought it looked like a wolf, its muzzle lifted upward to howl at the moon. And yet, no matter how artistic it looked, it appeared like just a clump of gold. It was real, that was for sure. His curiosity got the best of him, and he had it checked. A hundred percent pure gold. It did surprise him. With a sigh he dropped the golden object back on his chest, and kept walking. His eyes were staring down at the ground, not really watching where he was going so much as he was watching his feet. People just avoided him really, paying attention to getting out of a rain then running into some troubled looking guy. Which was fine with him, he didn't feel like getting bumped into.

What was on his mind? Well, there were a few things really. Mostly Cady. Then again, it was pretty much Cady. He couldn't tell if he should love her or not. He really truly had strong feelings for the beautiful blonde, and she had been the greatest friend. But that was just it. She was just a friend. He was just a screwed up fool. And she was just the most perfect girl he had ever met. They didn't really match. And quite frankly, he didn't even know if Cady liked him back. Another rueful sigh passed his lips as he rose his head, laying it back as he stared upward at the rain. But as he did so, as the rain pitter pattered against his skin, he noticed something. Brett? She was sitting, quite alone, and quite troubled in the rain. He was surprised a girl like her wouldn't be sleeping in money with the best food and clothes in the country. Excuse him, but she wasn't the girl that would just be sitting out here in the rain, alone and soaking wet. He could help but stare. Not just at her predicament, but her in general. He didn't know how many times he said this, but she was not ugly. Simple as that. Or, maybe not. He pulled on a straight face as he made his way toward her, eying her carefully. She really didn't look perfectly happy. Then again, neither did him. Not many happy people stay out in the rain by themselves. Unless you were crazy of course. But he wasn't pointing any fingers. A single eyebrow rose up on his face, giving him more of a quizzical look then anything. As he came close enough, he finally let some words fly. He had to speak loud enough, trying to get his words over the rain. "Brett?"

he asked, his voice surprised as much as it was questioning. With her sitting on the bench, he felt like a giant and he was already decently tall. He leaned over slightly, lifting his hand in almost a defaulty wave. It was more like a swish of his hand, a jerk of his arm, then a wave. But still.

Slowly he took a seat next to her, leaning back on the bench. The rain really wasn't letting up. For a few minutes he was slightly, leaning his head back to prop it up on the top of the bench, blinking slowly in thought. Why was he even here? He didn't even know. He should just be worrying over his troubled back at his apartment. But maybe he was out of the apartment, out of the restaurants, the bars, for once reason; to escape alcohol. Because in this state he already knew what would happen if he had liquor is asking distance. He turned his head, finally, and leaned forward a bit to face her. "Hey, what's up?"[/color] he asked. It was not a friendly question, but almost a concerned one. A simpler way to say 'Hey, whats wrong?'. "And you cant really say nothings wrong because, uh, sitting in the rain by yourself doesn't seem like a happy activity"[/color] he said, rolling his shoulders slightly. Looks like she wasn't lonely any more.


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Hurry for friendly, non drunk, brandon! xD
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[brett paige kite]

clothes,

all the streets where i walked alone
with nowhere to go have come to an end.

it was funny how things worked out. the person she least expected to ever be here, much less outside on such a rainy and gloomy day, was suddenly sitting right beside her. brett took one glance at him, crossing her legs and shaking her head. she didn't really know much about brandon, most of the time they spent together was fooling around on wasted nights. even though the boy could be sweet, he was a player. and brett wasn't a big fan of those, but of course considering heath she was being a huge hypocrite. so brett offered up a friendly smile for her sake, listening as 'brandon beer-breath' started speaking. maybe this day will turn out interesting. hey, what's up? what's up? the sky was up. so was the cieling covering her. quite frankly, a lot of things. but brett decided to cut out her sarcasm and actually be a nice person for once. might be a reason so many people hated her.

"what's it to you?" she smiled, an eyebrow raised his way. she shook her head though, answering with something more satisfying. "i just like coming here to think. and it happened to be raining, so.." brett shrugged, her eyes scanning the place. there weren't a lot of people there, which suited brett just fine. and you cant really say nothings wrong because, uh, sitting in the rain by yourself doesn't seem like a happy activity. it was kind of weird talking to the boy when he wasn't drunk. whenever brett saw him he was already drunk or still drinking beer, or some other shit. brett bit her lip to keep back the giggle that threatened to slip out. "i could say the same about you?" she replied. it was the first time today she got a good look at the guy. he was sober, for once in his life. funny.

brett tore her eyes away. somehow it had always been hard for her to focus. usually when she was talking to someone, she caught sight of something else and became more interested in it. so brandon didn't hold her attention for long. she went back to thinking. she could always start over somewhere else. but that meant leaving too much here. her thoughts started eating at her again, annoyingly. her head got so confusing sometimes. brett shook her head, watching as the rain only got harder. it'd be a bitch getting out of here, but she'd deal. a glance was shot brandon's way, he hadn't responded yet. those bright hazel orbs blinked, tapping her heel to some mindless rhythm in her head. she couldn't believe she was actually having a conversation with the kid. brett couldn't say she knew too much about him, except he was jensen's brother. maybe she had had more then one conversation with him before, but quite frankly she had probably been too wasted on those nights to remember.

[brandon peter westley]

` brandon peter westley `

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Alone time. He always had a lot of that. It was all on how he felt that day, or how much he had drank. He really didn't like drinking a lot. And he wasn't ignorant to the thing's alcohol could do to you. Sometimes he just couldn't help it. He was foolish, but not stupid. Some people thought he was. Purely on the fact that he couldn't control himself. Some people linked up a short temper with a small IQ. But, truthfully, he wasn't stupid at all. Just, different. Some people would be surprised if he said he got decently good grades in school. He wasn't a straight A student, but he was failing either. He was just a little above average. He could be a slack off, but he always ended up passing the classes in the end. As if he was listening the whole time while he took a nap during class. He was just smart that way. He could remember little things, and would never really forget them. Sometimes they were just little facts, but they could be whole speeches or even math formulas. By no means was he a 'geek' but he just wasn't a retard either. He never picks up books my choice, and its only if he is forced to do so. Even then he rarely finishes them. Then there was a whole other smart his possessed; street smart. But this kind of smart was different all in its own. He knew what to do, where, and when to do it. He new where was the best places, and what was not. He could pretty good at spotting and predicting how a person would be like, or react. He wasn't a push over, that was for sure. Sometimes he could get himself into helpless situations, but that was on rare occasions. And when he did, he normally had to take care of it himself and deal with whatever was going to happen. But sometimes he was in such a bad situation that he had to deal with other people. Most strangers would ignore him, so he would depend on his close friends to save his ass. Most of these situations were post-fight drunk things, where he was beaten, broken, and sick on some curb. Amazingly, it happened not that long ago. He had gotten way too drunk, way too cocky. He ended up sick as a dog with a black eye and bloody nose; kicked out of the club. Ha! That was an interesting experience.

Brandon really wasn't the richest guy on the planet. After him and his sister came to New York, their lives differentiated. Jensen became one of the rich girls, the post popular and the most glamorous. Truthfully, Brandon didn't know why he ended up as middle class. The lower area too. Maybe it was just her friends, and her boyfriend. Yes! That's what it had to be. She was going out with one of the most prestigious guys in the NYC. Jude. Everyone knew about him. Brandon knew him as a friend purely because of his relationship with Jensen. But they had developed into pretty decent friends. They both trusted and respected each other; and that was all the mattered at this point. But, anyway, Brandon had ended up taking the middle class. He really wasn't that glamorous, however. He wasn't bathing and sleeping in cash, and neither was he wearing expensive clothing or getting limo rides to school. Half the time he drove himself, and his car was anything but glamorous. It was a old black version of a Impala, a 'druggie' looking car actually. Low to the ground and abnormally long, it did stick out in the crowd. It wasn't shiny clean and un-dented neither. However, it was Brandon's 'baby' if you will. He was obsessed with his car just as much as he was attracted to girls. And that was a big comparison. He hated taking taxi's, and thought they were pretty lame anyway. He would either walk or take his car. Not many people in New York even owned a car actually. There was too much traffic and mass-transit for someone to hope to own a car. But still, it was useful in some situations. But, overall, if you to take a glance at him you wouldn't even think he had friends in the upper-class. And you would be surprised that such a handsome guy would not be with the top people in the NYC. But that was just how is life played out.

His mind was dragged back to reality when Brett finally spoke. "what's it to you?" . It was funny as she reacted to his sudden appearance. Crossed legs, and head shaking in disbelief. Almost as if she really didn't want him there. But heck, anyone could know that not wanting him only made him stick around longer. He liked to see people get annoyed at him. And if she was going to be 'defensive' and hating him, then so be it. He would just have to be less caring. I mean, who wanted to be with 'brandon beer breath?'. Even those he wasn't a gossip girl kind of guy, he knew what his nickname was. And it fit him well. Very well. "I guess that Gossip Girl forgot to mention that 'Brandon-Beer-Breath was currently looking for a girl to kidnap. He's going rapist actually"

he said sarcastically, leaning back on the bench in a nonchalant way after he was done speaking. Sarcasm, he was very good at it. In fact, there really wasn't much that he said that wasn't laced in sarcasm. That was how he delt with things. Sarcasm and jokes; it made the tone a bit lighter when needed. "i just like coming here to think. and it happened to be raining, so.." she said, pretty nonchalantly. But the look on her face was very amused. She looked like she was just having a ball talking to him. He really didn't know what so was so funny. Maybe it was just the fact that he was here, not even drunk. He normally only saw Brett when the two of them were completely wasted at the time. This little conversation was way off from their normal drunken chatter. He knew a lot more about her then she even knew about him; which was kinda weird. But he was pretty much known for drinking a lot and being Jensen's sister. That was his only shine to fame really. Jensen's Brother. It was like his title in the rich world of New York.

So ya. He kept on forgetting why he was here. Maybe it would have been better to keep walking and forgot that she was even there. But heck, maybe he would find some fun in this conversation. Maybe, maybe. "If you say so"[/color] he replied curtly, tearing away his gaze on her to stare forward. He just found something very interesting in the distant, and kept looking that way for some time. It was only until Brett spoke again did he flicker his eyes toward her. "i could say the same about you?" she said, already questioning him back. She pretty much gave her an answer that was everything but he wanted to know. Carefully avoiding the subject perhaps? Then again, who would want to tell their problems to him? He seemed pretty un-trustworthy at first glance, and when you just heard about him. But, amazingly, the alcoholic player was actually a good candidate for a best friend. You just either had to impress him, or make him think you were worth his time. Break that outer shell to get the 'good' stuff inside. "Oh, you know. Just out for a walk and decided whether to get drunk at my place or at a bar. I just so happened to get lost in this park and.."[/color] he said, outstretching his hands to his side. The rain pelted his palm like bullets. It was really picking up, the pitter patter turning into a down pour. Just his luck! "...you just happened to interest me. So here I am"[/color] he continued, turning to look at her slightly. He tried his hardest to remember anything, anything that he had over heard. Something that would make the filthy rich and popular Brett to look so troubled. What could be on her mind that would lead her out in the rain by herself? The more he thought about, the more came to mind. Eventually, and after a few moments of awkward silence, he spoke. "So, i figured if you could be around this Heath guy, then my company probably shouldn't be that bad right?"[/color] he asked, a smirk weaving itself on his features. Maybe he wasn't picking the right choice of words? Either way he leaned slightly, awaiting her reaction. Crazy bitch they called her? Hmm.

This might be interesting.


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brandon, brandon, brandon. You just gotta love him.
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