Same Old, Same Old? {Keisha Catori, Robert Clarke}

[kylie]

Kylie sighed as she looked around the room she practically lived in. She knew every inch of this house better than her own home before she moved in with Keisha. Even though the room Kylie was currently standing in was a complete disaster, she could find anything in the chaotic mess of Keisha's room. At first the mess drove her crazy, but since befriending Keisha nearly 3 years ago, she has learned to push her desire for perfection aside.

"Almost three years," Kylie said aloud to no one in particular but herself as she ran her hands across the numerous pictures of her and her unbiological sister. Three years of laughter, inside jokes, fighting, and absolute insanity. Kylie must be crazy to have put up with Keisha's unorthodox ways and ideas of friendship, but then again Keisha must be twice as mental to put up with Kylie herself. People used to ask Kylie why she put up with Keisha when she wasn't always the most compassionate person, and until recently she was never able to answer that question.

In all reality, their friendship was a psychopathic one. But Kylie treasured it more than anything and always kept it closest to her heart. No matter how many times she fell, Keisha was always there to help her back up, even if Keisha was the one to push her. Through all the heartbreak, past all the tears, Keisha stood by Kylie no matter what, and promised never to abandon her, and that's why Kylie and Keisha put up with each other the way they did.

Kylie smirked, "Three flipping years, oh how I must be certifiably insane!" as she let out a little laugh at the memories they shared. "Now what was it that I came in here for..-oof!"

Kylie was cut off by the pillow that just hit her in the face. "Keish, I am so gonna kill you!" as she laughed histarically and ducked as another pillow flew at her.

[bobby]

-:-

[/b] Loping lazily down the street, the four grocery bags that were gripped in his hands swayed freely in the air. Most of the contents of the bags were stolen goods; a (semi) useful habit he’d been taught by Keisha. As she always said, ‘it’s legal until you get caught’. And she was a master at doing just that. Two hundred years and counting. She hadn’t gotten caught once. Truly, he’d learned from a master. Regrettably, it was all out of inevitability. Yes, they all worked, but they were only ‘nineteen’. Meaning they weren’t making much. Much of the money they made went to Keisha’s home up-keep. Most? Hell. Scratch that. More like all of their money. That house ate more than it need sometimes. The house itself was paid for in full, but it was two hundred years old and falling to shreds. Utilities, electricity, and cable were a completely different story all together. Needless to say, there wasn’t much money left over for food. So they stole. They hunted. They scrounged. They scavenged. After years of the same routine, it was inclination by now.

-:- Bobby jogged down the empty La Push street. A fair few amount of people still lived this far out on the Reservation boundaries. Keisha had explained that on to him. There was a border between wolf territory and vampire territory on the outskirts of the reservation. Most of those who lived in La Push stayed closer to the center of town whether they knew about the treaty or not. Keisha’s home was one of the few left that was out of the way and virtually tumbling off a cliff. He didn’t pay it any mind. Bobby actually liked the seclusion. They weren’t questioned by anyone and they could do whatever they wanted. The forest was right there so hunting was always good. The mountains weren’t far so hiding was easy. They were close to falling off cliffs as it was so cliff diving was a favorite diversion. In Bobby’s mind it was everything perfection should be.

-:- The house loomed into few a couple of yards off the road. Ambling up the rutted dirt drive, Bobby bounded up the front steps and let himself in. Glancing at the carpet next to the door, he noticed the throw about way of the shoes. Both Keisha’s and Pete’s were stacked one on top of the other. That meant they were both out as wolves. Kylie’s were evenly placed side by side. She was still in. Perfect…[/color] he thought blankly, slipping off his combat boots and lining them up side by side, closer to the door. He and Kylie hadn’t been alone much since the break-up. Actually, as he thought about it on his way down the hall to the kitchen, they hadn’t been alone at all. Probably a good thing. Entering the kitchen he placed the bags on the table, and glanced around. Sighing, he figured he’d better go and find Kylie for dinner anyway. She could help him cook if nothing else.

-:- Moving from the kitchen and back down the front hall, Bobby glanced up the stairs at the creak of the old wood. Taking the stairs up two at a time, he landed easily on the landing, hardly making a sound. A skill once again taught to him by Keisha. He moved forward towards Keisha’s open bedroom door. Luckily, as old as the house was, it had been built when the rule was ‘the more rooms the richer you are’. Keisha had a room to herself. The master bedroom as it was, only because it had used to be her parents. Bobby didn’t want to imagine the pain that put her in every time she walked through the door. Then Bobby and Pete shared a room. That was always interesting. Then Kylie had her room right next to Keisha’s. And then there were the extra rooms. Those were used for nothing in particular but storage when needed, and that was very few and far between. Bobby found Kylie in Keisha’s room, and leaned against the doorway, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he did so. He watched her for a moment then glanced at the head of the bed just in arms reach of the door. Smirking and slipping one hand from its pocket, he picked up one of the pillows and chucked it at Kylie’s head. His smirk widened at the direct hit. Picking up another pillow, he chuckled lightly. ”Sorry to break it to you Kyle, but I’m not a chick. I would hope you know that by now,”[/color] he said smoothly, throwing another pillow at her. He sighed and glanced around the room. ”What are you doing in here anyway? You know Keisha doesn’t like anyone being in here…”[/color] Bobby said softly, his stunning blue eyes halting on the old fashioned picture of Keisha’s parents on her dresser. His lips pressed into a thin line and he cast his eyes back on Kylie. Part of him wished he had stayed looking at the picture, but he really couldn’t bring himself to decide which caused him more pain.
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THE TAGGED FEW -:-[/color] Keisha and Kylie
CHECK THE THREADS -:-[/color] N/A (I haven’t figured out how to do this yet <_< )
HOW MANY WORDS -:-[/color] eight fifty nine
JUST A FEW NOTES -:-[/color] umm yeah…
STUCK IN MY HEAD -:-[/color] Jersey
LET THE CREDIT ROLL -:-[/color] post template made by V~! don’t steal!!!
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[KEISHA CATORI]

`` The wind rolling in off the ocean smelled sweetly of salt and fresh air. The finer hairs of Keisha’s black and white fur rustled softly in the wind, curling and dancing to the wind’s simple song. Pulling in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh. This was one of the most tranquil places she knew. Here she was free to be her. Free from the world. Free from everything No one came up here anymore; it was too high to cliff dive. But she found it soothing and peaceful. The only people who really knew about this place anymore where her and those who lived in her home. This place held so many memories for her and Pete from their childhood. To this day, it continued to hold memories. The bonfires, the campouts, the talks. All right here. Her lips pulled into a small grin. Or at least the equivalent of such as a dog. This place was home. And there weren’t many words to describe how it felt to be back.

`` Glancing at the sun, she puffed a quick sigh. It was getting late. Pete was hunting and she shot a quick message his way. Nothing more than a simple reminder of how late it was getting. Hit response was nothing short of a typical teenager’s response to his mother. But Pete wasn’t typical. And even though she felt like it at times, she wasn’t his mother. Getting up slowly, Keisha swished her tail and took a last longing glance at the slowly sinking sun. It painted the sky shades of pink, yellow, orange, red, purple, and indigo. It was a gorgeous sight. Something one prayed to see at least once in their life. Flicking her tail again in slight annoyance at having to leave, she turned and jumped off into the woods. Her paws barely left marks in the dirt as she flew over the ground. She was light and quick on her feet, making it easy to fly through the underbrush. Keisha was smaller than the other wolves, a lucky thing considering she could pass as a dog. Life as a wolf was good for her. That was the only reason she had lasted this long.

`` As she neared her property, she slowed her pace to an easy lope. The forest around her smelled musky, a smell she had come to know and love. The trees started thinning out and the back of Keisha’s garage came slowly into view. Just on the side of the garage was a small box, attached to the wall of the garage itself. It wasn’t a tall in any sense, it really only came up to the middle of Keisha’s chest as a wolf. The top of the container was hinged to the wall of the garage and slanted all the way down to meet the shortest of the walls. As she approached it, she slipped her shock black nose under the lip of the box lid and nudged it up as far as she could before sliding her entire head under the lid. Inside, she grabbed a hold of the clothes tied together with a string. Dragging them out, she let the lid thump back down then turned to the door on the other side of the box. She slipped through the doggie-door at the very bottom and into the slightly clutter garage. Shifting back into her human form, Keisha untied the string holding her clothes together, and shimmed quickly into her clothes. Glancing around, Keisha took note of the useless junk in there. She’d have to draft the others to help her clean it out sometime soon.

`` Once she was dressed, Keisha let herself back outside through the same side door. Shutting it behind her, she took note of how cold the ground was beneath her bare feet. Fall was definitely here, and winter was no more than two short strides behind. She was ready and waiting. Though, as she looked up at her house, she was sure it wasn’t as ready as she was. There were plenty of problems with the house. Things she needed to fix before the frost came. Not to mention bills. A second job would be a necessity for her soon. Too bad her mechanics weren’t just going to cut it anymore. Sighing heavily, Keisha reached down and opened the lid of the box again. Pete’s bundle of clothes was still there. Rolling her eyes, she dropped the lid with a bang at jogged across the lawn. Bounding up the front porch, she opened and slipped through the door quickly and quiet as a ghost. She glanced down at the carpet under the coat rack where they kept all their shoes. Kylie and Bobby were both home. Keisha tipped the top shoe of her stack over with her foot so that they lay side by side. Now they only had Pete to wait for.

`` Gliding easily down the hall, Keisha stopped in the kitchen doorway. Noticing the bags on the table, she rolled her eyes. Of course Bobby would only do a job half way. Oh well. She’d pick up later. Obviously, she was very much so a if-you-want-something-done-right-do-it-yourself kind of girl. She hadn’t taken more than half a step into the kitchen when she heard the soft thump on the floor above her. Jerking her head up, she pricked her ears and continued to listen. The soft murmur of voices floated choppily through the floorboards, and she turned on her heel and glided back down the hall and up the stairs.

`` The second floor landing was slowly growing darker with the fading sun, and she glanced down the hall to her room, moving forward at the same time. She heard Kylie’s voice first, then Bobby’s. You know Keisha doesn’t like anyone being in here. That was right on target. Stopping silently behind Bobby just outside the hallway, Keisha crossed her arms tightly across her chest. ”Bobby’s right. What do you two think you’re doing anyway?” Keisha asked, a slight tang of anger in her words. Enough to make it sting anyway. She brushed past Bobby into her room and past Kylie, moving straight to her dresser and the picture she noticed Bobby staring at. Barely touching it she quickly took the frame and pushed it down, so that no one could see the picture anymore. She’d just fix it later. Turning, her cold grey eyes on Kylie and Bobby, she raised her eyebrows. ”Well? Get downstairs. Food doesn’t cook itself. You don’t help you don’t get any. That’s how it goes,” she said coolly, her jaw set if one was to argue. In all honesty she didn’t care so much about food at that very moment. What did matter was the fact that she wanted them out. There were things in her room that just shouldn’t be touched… both figuratively and literally. Keisha was going to keep it that way until her dying days. And even arguably after as well.

THE TAGGED FEW :: Kylie &+ Bobby
CHECK THE THREADS :: teehee she matches xD
HOW MANY WORDS :: 1,175 =D
JUST A FEW NOTES :: get owned Bobby >P competition starts now >D
STUCK IN MY HEAD :: Beat Me Up – Allison Iraheta
LET THE CREDIT ROLL :: post template made by V~! don’t steal!!!

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[kylie]

** Kylie froze. Her heart stopped beating, her brain halted functioning, and her voice was nowhere to be found. Bobby… Her eyes automatically shot to his wrist, he still wore the bracelet. Simple, red, and braided leather. She had one exactly like it, only hers was blue. It was silly for Kylie to notice this of all things right now, but it still meant more than the world to her. She still couldn’t manage to get words out of her mouth, he made her nervous as all get out. Just the thought of Bobby Clarke or the mere mention of his name sent her through a whirlwind of emotions that words couldn’t begin to describe. They hadn’t spoken much since the split, let alone have been alone together. She wondered if he realized the same thing, if this was the part where they could finally start talking again, finally start to heal. Her mind was rampid with thoughts of him, and thoughts of his thoughts. Say something! She decided instead it was best to ignore his comment about him being a girl, it was best she didn’t think too hard on the fact that she knew better than anyone else he wasn’t.

** She still hadn’t moved, or breathed for that matter, and realized that she needed to play it cool. If he could pretend that everything was hunky dory, then so could she. ”I was just trying to remember that, until a certain someone whipped a pillow at my head. Nice shot, by the way,”

[/b] as she threw another pillow at him in an oh-so-lovingly way. He did that stupid little half smile of his, the one that made her want to hit him square in the jaw and hug him for the rest of eternity all at once. You have no idea the things you do to me boy... It felt as if someone had just shoved a dagger into her gut, and twisted it into her intestines. Such a lovely feeling. Kylie wanted nothing more at this very moment than to bash her head into the wall or jump out the window. She did this though, and she knew better than to think that she got the worst of the pain out of their break-up. She knew what she did nearly killed him, she might as well have ripped his beating heart out of his chest and thrown it in front of an eighteen-wheel semi-truck and laughed in his face. The pain she felt right now wasn’t because he broke her heart and they were over, it was the guilt that was killing her from the inside out. The guilt of not being able to keep her word, lying to him, of causing his pain that he endured better than any soldier…She caught him staring at the picture on the dresser, the frame that contained Keisha’s parents alive and happy. It was a perfect picture, a Kodak moment as they call it. It made her smile for a split second, and the next moment her heart was saddened with grief. How in the world can she look at that picture everyday and not let the tears take over, let alone sleep in their old bedroom?


** Bobby’s right. What do you two think you’re doing anyway? Kylie didn’t even hear Keisha come in, so she was slightly startled when her friend magically appeared in the doorway. The question, was a darn good one too, because Kylie herself couldn’t remember what she had come in here for in the first place. Kylie knew that Keisha was ticked by the fact that she and Bobby were in there, and that the picture frame was something neither of them should be concerned with. Keisha didn’t allow much time for either of them to respond to her question, before reminding them of the house rules ever so subtly. Kylie knew that Keisha was territorial, especially when it came to her room. What did I come in here anyways? Kylie asked herself as she silently followed Bobby out of Keisha’s room and down the creaking stairs into the kitchen. Kylie couldn’t for the life of her remember what she was looking for…[/font][/size] [/blockquote]