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Post by tegan sophia johnson on Mar 12, 2010 23:15:49 GMT -5
Tegan was completely pissed off. At first, she'd been unbelievably upset with one of her best friends, Jake Tyler. But now, she was just upset with herself. She had no idea how things had gotten so bad so quickly. They had been planning their 'hang out day' for the past week, filling it with tons of epic little things to do, but the moment she got to his house, he asked her about the guy she had gone out with again last night. She'd admit, Cooper was a little bit of a douche, but it seemed like there might possibly be something there. Jake, however, seemed to think otherwise. He was acting so frustrating, Tegan had just snapped at him. They had never fought before, not like that, and how angry she was getting confused her. She would never have been this sensitive with anyone else. When she thought about it later, she realized it was only because she cared what he thought of her. She cared about what he wanted her to do and what his opinions were, more than someone who wanted to be 'just friends' with another person should. In a moment of fuming silence between them, Tegan's anger unwinding all of her self-control, she had done something she probably would live to regret. It had been so easy - their faces had been so close together. She could see the anger behind his eyes, but Jake silently fumed - he hadn't raised his voice at her once, and she had done it enough for the both of them, anyway. Tegan didn't know why, but she had closed the distance between them quickly, her lips moving with edge against his. And, to further unwind any resistance she might have felt, he was kissing her back. She lost herself in the kiss, her hands coming up to his face, her mind blissfully blank. Too bad that didn't last. The moment coherent thought came into her head, she jolted to her senses. She shoved away from Jake, a hand coming up to touch her lips gently, dark chocolate eyes wide as she gazed at him. "I... I'm... I have to go." She whispered, before running out the door before he could stop her. She went straight to her home, and sat in the driveway, in her car. Her mind was racing. She couldn't get over how good that was. But... what did it mean? She ran it over and over again in her head to no avail... she needed to go back. Exhaling deeply, she laid her head against the steering wheel for a moment, before starting the car again, pulling out and heading back over to Jake's house. She didn't know what happened - she must not have been paying attention or something, because when she turned corner something hit her car. Tegan jerked, lips parting in a startled scream as her body jarred against the side of the door. The glass shattered, and her hands left the steering wheel to instinctively cover her face. Her eyes clenched shut, and she let out another scream as her car continued to move, before her side of the vehicle slammed into a pole. Her head jerked the side, hitting the glass with a sickening thud, causing it to further shatter. Tegan's world went black as pain lanced through her, and then she knew nothing.
music: the hangover. haha.
wearing: heree.
notes: :c
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Post by jacob marcus tyler. on Mar 13, 2010 0:45:01 GMT -5
Jacob Tyler wasn't an irrational guy by any means. He was always level-headed, always open-minded. In fact, he could count on one hand how many times he'd actually shouted at someone in his life. Anger just wasn't a part of him. However, he'd found himself angry when he'd realized that Tegan. His Tegan. Had gone out on a date with that douche of a man, Cooper. Okay, so Tegan wasn't exactly 'his', per se. He really had no control over who she did or did not date. They were merely friends and he knew it was mostly his fault. His horrible tendency to suck at relationships had been the key factor in him making sure that they were just friends and nothing more. No matter how badly he wanted it. Normally, he didn't get so worked up about boys that Tegan went out with. Maybe it was because he was usually with another girl when he did. Or maybe it was because none of them had been quite like this Cooper fellow. Jake wasn't his friend, but he'd come in contact with him. Every time only worsened his impression of him. And here was Tegan, saying she wanted to go on a date with him again. This had been what had sparked their argument. While Jake never raised his voice, he made it clear that he was unhappy. He didn't know how the anger turned to kissing, but one moment Tegan was shouting and the next, her soft lips were on his. After the initial shock, he'd found himself kissing her back, realizing how much he'd really wanted it in that instant. Before he knew it, she was pulling away and muttering that she had to leave. He didn't have the time to come to his senses to stop her before she was gone. This left him alone to think about what has just happened and to wonder if he should have done something differently. Jacob even picked up his cell phone to dial her number about fifty times. Each time, he sat it down once again, deciding to give her time. After all, she had kissed him. That had to count for something, right? Before long, he'd decided to move up to his room to try and get some thinking done. As he passed through the front hall to get to the staircase, he heard a sickening sound of metal on metal. It was loud and it sounded dangerous. His mind recognized the sound as a car accident and he moved to the window to see what had happened in case he needed to call paramedics or something. As his gaze landed on the scene, hazel eyes went wide with fear. That car was Tegan's! Instantly, he sprang into action, wrenching open his front door and bolting down the street to the wreckage. Panic sprang inside of him as he surveyed the damage. She was unconscious, sitting at an odd angle. Quite suddenly, he caught the scent of gas and somehow, part of the car was lighting up in front of his eyes. Instantly, that some old fear began to race through every inch of his body. Just like always, flashes of the orange substance surrounding him, leaving him with no escape, were formulating in his mind. For a moment, he stood frozen in fear. Then somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that Tegan needed him. She was inside of this car that was on fire. It didn't matter that he was afraid. She would surely burn alive if he didn't do something. Managing to take in a deep breath, he blinked, willing himself to go forward. He needed to get her door open. As soon as he touched the metal of the handle, he drew back, instantly. It was scorching hot. There was no time to find another way to get to her, though. The fire was climbing closer and closer to her form. He couldn't let her perish this way. Not like this. Clenching his teeth, he ignored that pain that seared his hands as he struggled to wrench the door open. Finally, somehow, he managed to get it open. Smoke billowed out of the car and he choked on it momentarily. Finally, he leaned over, unbuckled her seat belt and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her as gently as he could from the burning vehicle. Once she was free, he all but collapsed on the ground with her in his arms. Freeing one of his shaking and burned hands, he pulled out his cell phone to call an ambulance. For the moments that it took them to arrive, he was forced to sit on the pavement, watching the flames engulf the metal before him. Fire had always been his biggest fear. And here he was, still far too close to it for any sane person to be comfortable. Fear was beginning to gnaw at him for a while and he felt the lurch of his stomach signaling that he was very close to being sick. This was when they finally arrived and freed him from his fantasies of flame. A few hours later, he was sitting beside Tegan's bed, watching her unconscious form with a worried expression. The doctors had said she would recover, still, seeing her in such a state was very different and very frightening. He winced as he shifted his hands, the bandages that now covered his third degree burns were uncomfortable against his maimed flesh. Though, he knew that tearing them off would do little good. It would be worth it to suffer in silence if Tegan would just wake up. At the moment, this was all he was really hoping for.
music: between the lines, sara bareilles
wearing: minus the ridic hat.
notes: oh dear
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Post by tegan sophia johnson on Mar 13, 2010 1:14:25 GMT -5
Tegan's world was dark and swimming. Vaguely, she recalled voices. Anxious voices. Something about blood? She couldn't be sure, it was all a sort of rushed murmur. She wondered if she was dreaming. She must be. Everything was fuzzy, and colors swam before her eyes. Her thoughts blurred together, everything that happened the past day taking on a dreamlike quality. Kissing Jake had been a dream. The fight had been a dream. As she drifted closer to consciousness, the dream began to fade further into the deepest folds of her memory until she could hardly recall them at all. Why was her mind so busy? You weren't supposed to think this much when you were sleeping. Tegan gave a groan, and she wasn't sure if it was only in her head or if the sound actually left her lips. All she knew was that she was beginning to gain more feeling over her limbs. She was waking up. Why was it so hard? Normally she could just open her eyes, but it seemed like the harder she tried to pry her lids open, the harder it was for her to scrape the edges of consciousness. Soon, she became aware of the way that she hurt. The ache was everywhere, especially in her head and her ribs. The more she became conscious of her breathing, the more the fire in her middle seemed to flare. And her head... she couldn't begin to explain the uncomfortable feeling there. Tegan's eyes scrunched up, and she slowly, forcing herself to do it, licked her lips. The action stung, and she soon realized why. The metallic, salty taste of blood lingered on her tongue, and she realize that she had a split lip. Confusion flooded through her. What had she done to herself while she was asleep? Tegan exhaled, and slowly opened her eyes. A moan, one definitely elicited, left her and she closed them immediately against the harsh light that flooded them. She felt like she had been hit by a bus - little did she know how close to the mark that was. When she finally gained the courage to open her eyes again, she did it slowly. Letting her eyes adjust, she became aware of her surroundings. This was not her bed. This was not her room, and she was attached to way too many machines. Confusion flooded through her again as she very slowly and gingerly moved her head to the person at her side. "Jake?" She asked, her voice raspy. She swallowed, wetting her throat, before speaking again, "What... where... what happened? Why am I in a hospital?" She wasn't stupid. She knew exactly where she was, she just wanted to know why. She couldn't remember anything except for the day before, and taking with Jake on the phone until she fell asleep. What in the world was going on?
music: dreamgirls
wearing: heree.
notes: POOR CONFUSED LITTLE BBY.
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Post by jacob marcus tyler. on Mar 13, 2010 1:32:12 GMT -5
Jacob hated hospitals. He hated them. It seemed like every time he was forced to visit one, it was because he'd had yet another mishap with fire. This time had been no different. Well, that wasn't true. This time, he'd chosen to take the risk with fire. Of course, what else was he to do? Leaving Tegan to die because of petty fear of his had not bee nan option. Though, honestly, he had no idea how he'd been able to get his limbs working again after he'd been exposed to the flames. Most of the time when he was that close to fire, he really had no hope of doing anything except getting caught up in a trance of sorts, eyes hopelessly locked on the fire and mind running through the worst possible scenarios. Maybe it had been his resolve to make sure Tegan was safe. She was his closest friend, after all. His instincts of protection had been stronger than his instincts of fear. And really, he couldn't help being slightly proud of himself for that. He'd done what he had to, but it felt good. Still, the actual burns he'd received hurt like hell. Luckily, he was told that the scars would pretty much fade, unlike the one he'd received on his arm so many years before. He was lucky for that, at least. The worst part of this whole thing, though, was the waiting. Sitting by Tegan's side, helpless to fix the damage done to her frail body. Jacob had never thought of the feisty blonde as vulnerable before. However, the word was passing through his thoughts at the scene before him. It made him angry and terrified and sad. Finally, after what felt like a century, he heard a soft moan escape her lips. Jumping into action, he stood, leaning over her, torn between taking her hand in his and not wanting to hurt her with the rough bandages. He decided to take the risk, and grasped her hand gently. he spoke his name and he did his best to give her a small, reassuring smile. The smile faded as quick as it had come at her questions, replaced by a frown. "You were in a car accident, Tegan. I... I believe you were coming back to my house after our... argument. Do you remember?" Concern filled his expression as he gazed at her slightly bruised face. Hopefully there hadn't been any brain damage or anything. He'd never forgive himself for letting that happen to her. Not at all.
music: between the lines, sara bareilles
wearing: minus the ridic hat.
notes: awwwwww.
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Post by tegan sophia johnson on Mar 13, 2010 22:01:16 GMT -5
When Tegan's eyes met his, she could see the pain there. What it was from, she wasn't sure. Seeing her in a hospital bed, maybe? She knew that if she were him, it would be doing things to her. Tegan was by no means a vulnerable person. She was fierce all the time, and that didn't bother her in the least. She allowed people to decide for themselves whether or not they wanted someone as outspoken and stubborn as her in their lives, and most of the time, they chose to have her in it. But still, it must be no easy thing, seeing someone as strong and someone who played themselves off as so invincible like Tegan, in a hospital bed hooked up to tons of machines, and probably looking like complete and utter shit. Tegan closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the comforting feeling of her hand in his... until she realized that it didn't feel right. Her eyes opened as she listened to his words, working them through in her brain. Car accident? No, she definitely did not remember that. Or a fight. Something twinged at the edges of her memory, and she didn't say anything for a moment trying to call it up, but the memory wouldn't come. She gave a sigh, before looking over at him, "No... Jake, I don't remember. I would know if we had gotten into a fight." She told him with a laugh, the idea impossible in her head. She and Jake didn't fight - they had nothing to fight about! They agreed on nearly everything. It was then Tegan fully focused on the courseness on her hands. She looked down, noting the bandages and her dark brows furrowed, "Jake..." She whispered, everything else piecing together in her head. His hands were hurt. He was here, with her. He knew exactly what happened. He had saved her. He had been there, and he had saved her. "Your hands.. you... you saved me." She whispered, gazing up at him. Before she could stop to think about it, she lifted a bandaged hand slowly, weakly, with both of hers. She ignored the twinges of pain it sent coursing through her, the pain only touching her eyes for a moment before she touched her lips gently to his bandaged palm. "Thank you." She whispered fervently, her eyes meeting his as she allowed his hand to drop down, both of her still holding it softly as to not hurt him.
music: nothing.
wearing: heree.
notes: <3333
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Post by jacob marcus tyler. on Mar 14, 2010 1:52:00 GMT -5
Relief flooded through young Jacob as Tegan finally stirred. Yet, there was still the lingering worry that something could be wrong with her that the doctors hadn't noticed. She'd hit her head pretty hard. What if it had done something to her? Though, he was just being paranoid, right? The doctors would have noticed if she'd hit her head that hard. Even so, his eyebrows were knit together in concern as he watched her uncomfortable movements. It pained the young man to see her hurting like this. If he hadn't insisted on hating Cooper, maybe she wouldn't have stormed out of his house. And she wouldn't have gotten in that accident. Or maybe he should have called her to calm her down; apologized and offered to go to her house. Something. Anything. If he'd been a little smarter, she wouldn't be lying in the hospital bed in front of his eyes, looking vulnerable and broken. The hatred he felt for himself for letting it happen was surprising. Yes, Jacob cared for her. She was his best friend. Though, he'd always known there was something else. Something deeper. Something that had only been intensified from the moment their lips met just hours before. What did it mean? Jake was afraid to truly admit the answer to himself. He couldn't. Not yet. So he'd keep himself in denial for a little while longer. As he saw the confusion so plainly displayed in her eyes, his concern only increased. The soft laugh that left her lips would have normally warranted a smile of his own, however, the corners of his mouth remained turned down into a frown. She didn't remember their fight? Did she even remember the day at all? A thought struck him then. If she didn't remember the fight, it meant she didn't remember the kiss. His heart involuntarily sank just a little lower in his chest. "But, we did fight. About your, er, new... guy." Maybe explaining why they'd fought in the first place would jog her memory some. Hopefully. Her gaze moved to his hands and she whispered his name. His eyes fell, eyeing the bandages unhappily. They were were going to get in the way. Stupid fire. She spoke again and his hazel eyes met hers, his heart leaping at the look in her eyes. Jake watched as she lifted his hand in hers, kissing it gently. For a moment, he was struck dumb by what had just happened. Though, finally, he settled on being okay with it. The smallest of smiles made its way to sit rightfully on his lips once more. "Of course, Tegan." He responded to her thanks. "The car had caught on fire. I wasn't exactly going to leave you in it. I wasn't that mad at you." His tone was slightly teasing, but also held a note of truth. No matter how much they fought or how frustrated he was with her, he would have never let her go. She was far too important to him.
music: between the lines, sara bareilles
wearing: minus the ridic hat.
notes: awwwwww.
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Post by tegan sophia johnson on Mar 14, 2010 21:49:02 GMT -5
There had always been a fine line with Jake and Tegan, on her side, at least. She constantly had to push herself back from those funny feelings she'd get whenever she was around him, and they started getting touchy feely. She'd have to remind herself to keep her feelings safely stored away - there was no room for getting her heart involved, here. Jake wasn't interested, anyway. If he ever acted like he was, she never noticed. She wouldn't let herself notice. He was one her best friends - she wasn't going to ruin it because some silly feelings of hers got in the way! Besides, he always seemed to have a constant flow of girlfriends, who he always left with broken hearts. It didn't make her love him any less, but it did make her realize that maybe she should keep her own heart safely in hand. But, still, she had absolutely no clue what in the world was going on there. Especially now, knowing that he had saved her. And knowing that there was something she was most definitely missing. It was gnawing at her mind, especially when he said they were fighting over Cooper. "Cooper? Why were we fighting over Coop?" She asked, brow furrowing once more. Why would they fight over him?? It didn't make sense. Sure, she'd gone out with him a couple times, but it was nothing serious. She watched him carefully, trying to gather some hint of why in the world he was still frowning. It was unlike him, and she was going to be okay. I mean, that's what it meant by her being awake and coherent and all that, right? When that tiny smile found it's way on his face once more, she felt relief coarse through her. In Tegan's opinion, it just wasn't right when Jake didn't smile. It made everything seem off and less bright. When the word fire came out of his mouth, Tegan's eyes went wide. The car had been on fire? And he had still gotten her? She was dumbfounded. He had gotten over his fear just for her? To save her life? "Jake!" She began, eyes still wide, "You should have just let me die or something!! I know how hard that must have been for you!!" She exclaimed, fully serious. She would never have wanted to put him in that sort of position.
music: fences, paramore
wearing: heree.
notes: d'awww. lol tegan.
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Post by jacob marcus tyler. on Mar 17, 2010 1:05:00 GMT -5
Throughout the last few years, Jacob had thought of Tegan as best person he'd come to know in America. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and kind-hearted. She had an independence that could not be smothered, and he admired her for it. There were many times where he'd think about what it would be like to be with her; really be with her. If he really imagined it, he could see himself being happy in a relationship with her. Which was really what scared him the most. He had the potential to fall pretty hard for the gorgeous blonde he called his best friend. Jacob didn't do well with the prospect of love. Not that he was cold hearted or didn't love anyone. He loved a lot of people. Only, that sort of love was different. True love, the kind you felt for your 'other half'. That was what terrified him. He'd always wondered just what it would be like to dive headfirst. Still, he didn't want to risk losing his friendship with Tegan. It meant more to him than she'd probably ever know. Hell, she knew more about him than anyone else. By this point, Jacob was ready to die for her. Or face his biggest fears for her. As he'd proven merely hours before. These were the excuses he would use when he told himself that he didn't want to be anything more than her friend. Deep down he knew he was playing it safe, terrified of what would happen to the both of them if he screwed it up. However, he couldn't deny that seeing Tegan like this was making him rethink a lot of things. He'd been very close to losing her all together. What would have happened if he really had? Would he have been satisfied with where their relationship had been. Would he have regretted not taking things to the next step? As he eyed her carefully, still searching to see if she really was going to be okay, these questions plagued his poor, tired mind. He hesitated at her question, wincing at the nickname she gave that creep. "I don't exactly want to get in the same fight all over again, so I'll just leave it at some people were not happy that you wanted to see him multiple times." He was hoping to avoid stressing her out in any way and that they could move on from this subject quickly. Still, he kept the small smile in place for her benefit. And he couldn't help but laugh at her reaction to what he'd done. "Come on, Tegan. Where am I going to find someone as horridly stubborn as you to be my best friend? It's just much less work to keep you around." He gave her a cheesy grin. "Besides. I'd miss you too much. So this," he held up his hands "is completely worth it."
music: it's you, ryan cabrera
wearing: minus the ridic hat.
notes: awwwwww.
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Post by tegan sophia johnson on Mar 17, 2010 18:36:46 GMT -5
In all reality, Tegan could say that the idea of her dating Jake might be a little weird. He looked exactly like her best friend, Colton, and while that may weird some people out, Tegan barely noticed the similarities most days. They were so fundamentally different, in the way they talked and acted, in the way they carried themselves, that they were very much two separate entities in her mind. She and Eden were the only two who were fully able to tell them apart without much thought - that was because they knew the differences and what to look for when establishing who was who. So while it may be strange for other people, it wasn't strange for her. There was a lot of teasing about it in their little group, but mostly they were exactly like Tegan - they knew the differences, so it didn't matter. One thing was for sure, the young woman was more than grateful for all those differences. The reasons for which she had never felt anything more that platonic feelings for Colton didn't apply to Jake. She often times had to stop herself from getting to carried away in what she was sure to be puppy love. It couldn't possibly be anything more - he was her best friend. However, if she had been able to remember that kiss they had shared, she would be able to see just how wrong that idea was. She did have feelings for Jake, ones that may never have been able to be fully expressed if that car accident had taken her life.... Regardless, to express those feelings, she'd probably have to remember them first. She frowned at him, "Some people meaning... you?" She sighed, wanting to get to the bottom of it, especially because it was making her want to remember something. She stared at him intensely for a moment, her face thoughtful - it was obvious she was trying to call the fight back from memory. After a moment, she gave an exasperated sigh, "Well, give me some details! What happened? Maybe it'll jog my memory." She demanded, pouting a little. Tegan laughed, rolling her eyes, "That would be a hard task, finding someone as stubborn as me. Maybe I should stick around in that case." But she couldn't help but sigh, feeling bad that he'd had to go through that on her behalf. "Maybe... I'm sorry that you had to do it, though. I wish you hadn't have. Maybe I need to go back to driving school." She joked weakly, laying her head back on the pillows and taking a deep breath to assuage the headache that was pounding in her skull.
music: misguided ghosts, paramore
wearing: heree.
notes: <33
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