Post by tatiana6 on Jul 21, 2009 3:43:37 GMT -4
no more disguise, cause i realize
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[/center]NOTES, ilt.
Tallon Murley owed Garrett Morgan his life. No, Gare didn’t save him from drowning at age seven, nor did he jump in front of a bullet for him when he was about to get shot by a gang banger or anything like that. It was much more symbolic, it was much more meaningful than any of that. After Garrett left Great Britain for the first time, Tallon fell apart. Not because of Gare’s disappearance to the United States, although that honestly did have a little bit to do with it. It was because Tallon was being used and abused by a girl that he couldn’t seem to let go, no matter how many of his mates told him that she was unworthy and crazy. After their most recent and most permanent of all of their little breakups, Tallon turned to the bottle, something that he knew better than to do. His mother, his idol when he was a child, had become an alcoholic, and after this he realized that his grandmother was one too, and his grandfather on the other side of the family… there was a high, high rate of alcoholism in his family, and while it was the person’s choice whether to drink or not, the chance of getting addicted to the liquid ran in his family. His father was a doctor, his father warned him against this, but he had lost all respect for the man who had raised him after he refused to get his mother outside help. So, she sat and drank her gin all day, and Tallon resorted to partying his little heart out, spending all night out and all day sleeping in puddles of his own vomit. Although alcohol was a horrible escape from the world, it worked, and that was all that mattered to him. He may have been headed down a road of death and destruction, but in his pity party that had gone on for far too many weeks, he had learned not to care. His body was already numb from the pain of not being with Angie anymore, so why should he care what happened to him?
Then Gare came back. It was just for a visit, but Gare also happened to be his best friend in the whole world - - and when Gare blew up at him, his face turning as red as his hair and his voice louder and more fierce than anything he had ever heard, something inside of Tallon clicked. Gare got him help, helped him through the process of detox and cleaned him up, and then convinced him to come back to the U.S. with him, convinced him to come be a tech for his band that Tal had followed from the beginning, and convinced him to give up Angie and this lifestyle for something more meaningful - - he gave it up for the music, and for the chance to live knowing that he could make something out of his life, as long as he gave up the bottle. Gare kept him from the path of self destruction, and for that Tal would be eternally grateful. Not a moment went by that Tal didn’t secretly thank Garrett for being there for him, for being the only friend who actually gave a shit as to why he was doing these things, who actually tried to fix it. While music had always been one of Tal’s biggest passions, moving to New York for the chance to be surrounded by it seemed too much, until he got there. Tallon fell in love with the life, and even though he was just a tech with big dreams and a voice that was brilliant yet hidden, he loved the band like he was in it. Touring was always an adventure, and Tal was honestly somewhat happy here, as long as he could think about things other than Angie for a few minutes. He still didn’t trust women, no, that trust was long gone with his heart that Ang had stolen and his childhood that was taken by his mother. There may have been girls in the band that was majority ginger, but he didn’t talk to them, he didn’t associate with them, he just ignored them. The ones that weren’t so bad, he just didn’t think of as women. He looked at them as if they were boys too, and while they might not have appreciated that too much, it was better than the alternative by far.
The two friends sat on the couch in the tour bus, being alone for the first time that day. Everyone else was out signing stuff, or walking around greeting fans. The day was too hot for Tal to be out though, and he was already feeling upset about his upcoming four year anniversary with the girl who had smashed his heart into more than a zillion pieces. He had begged Garrett to come back to the bus with him, so that they could do something distracting like play video games or look at YouTube videos (he blamed Ace for that) so that he wouldn’t have to think about Angie, the girl with the pretty blonde hair and the attitude that killed him every time. He had already broken Gare’s little rules and had texted her telling her ‘Happy Birthday’ not too long ago, so he was trying his hardest not to pick up his phone to tell her ‘Happy Anniversary’ too. That’s just what she wanted though - - Angie knew that she would always have Tal’s heart on a string, and that she could yank it any time she wanted, just with a small change in attitude or a few words of an apologetic nature. She would do it too; Tal knew his Ang, he knew just what she would do and even though he could predict her actions better than anyone, he still fell for it every time. Any time she apologized, or cried on the phone saying how much she missed him, he’d go back to her. He had been doing good for the past year… mostly because Angie was still mad at him for leaving the country, and she wouldn’t even add him on Facebook let alone answer his calls. She just started up again a few months ago, after learning that the band that he was working for was actually famous, and that it was a very high possibility that he could meet someone super amazing on tour this year. Not like he would do anything if he did, because he was still hung up on the girl despite her evil nature. She had really ruined the idea of a relationship for him, whether she knew it or not. Hell, she probably prided herself in it. And now she was wanting to visit… man, this could end badly.
“Why do I suck so bad at this game?” Tal asked as he slipped on a banana peel in Mario Kart, one of the older games that the two had picked up at a yard sale a few days before the tour. They had too many gaming systems, that was for sure, probably because they had lots of people who would come on and play things. It was kind of a community affair, only not really because Tal liked to hog it whenever he was in a bad mood. There was something about kicking some goomba ass that just made him feel so much better, although today his therapeutic method was not working as well. Princess Peach came up behind his character (Bowser of course) and hit a green turtle shell at him, knocking him out for a few seconds. He stared at the character that had just defeated him and sighed, reminiscing when he probably should have been focusing on more productive topics. “She used to always pick Princess Peach.” Tal said quietly, using his own power up to hit three consecutive turtle shells at her. It was revenge, and it made him feel at least a little better. He hoped that Gare hadn’t heard his comment, because while the ginger hadn’t even met Angela Tam, the girl of Tallon’s dreams turned heart breaking bitch, he still hated her. He would steal Tal’s phone whenever it would ring to make sure it wasn’t her, he’d trash talk her like crazy, and he would get pretty close to getting mad whenever Tal would overly talk about her. It wasn’t his fault though, she was his first love, his first everything. It wasn’t so easy to give that up, especially when she kept coming back for more. “No really, fuck this game.” Tal grumbled as he came in eighth place out of eight, setting the controller down on his knee has he leaned back to stretch. “Today really sucks, you know that?” He asked honestly, his emo nature getting the best of him. Tal would never actually call himself one of those mall emo kids, who wore their bangs in their face and who would only listen to shitty death core music just because it was “cool.” He was actually kind of traditional emo, with his depressing moods and constant struggle to keep Angie out of his life. He was on the verge of getting back together with her nearly every day, but Gare would always somehow find a way to stop it. He thanked God for that life saving ginger, and silently prayed for him for the second time that day. He wished his friend could live forever, with Ace, in a cottage made just for the two of them. A little much to ask for, but the deserved it.
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