[CLOSED] still holding on.

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Aubri wasn't sure her legs could carry her after that, but she took his hand, pulling herself to her feet. As soon as her fingers left his, she could see two people tangled in bed, one with curly blonde hair, the other an unmistakeable Kennedy. She grew scared for a moment, looking over at the boy. She brushed the dirt off of her clothes, slowly following him wherever he was going, trying to forget that image in her head.

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Trez rubbed at his temples, grimacing. Fingers slid gently from hers, though he kept close and ready just in case. Looking around warily, they were soon back down an alley, a steel door.

He tugged out his key, unlocking the dead bolt. It didn't look much on the outside, but the inside colors were warm and homely. He'd lived here with his brother upon graduating. And now he was here alone. It was a cozy little place, living room with a walk in kitcheb, a closet down the hall, two bedrooms and a bathroom. "Not much, you can stay as long as you want."

He closed the door, lartching it, and slid both chain locks into place before slinking for the kitchen, grabbing his epilepsy medication off the counter and filling a glass with water.

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Aubri wandered over to the couch, sitting down. She crossed her legs, keeping her head down. "No, thanks." She mumbled. She didn't like charity, it was bad enough her uncle had made her stay on his couch the last two nights, knowing she didn't have a place to stay. There was always her parents' house. But she refused to step foot in there. She ran her fingers over her legs, looking at the scrapes and scratches august had caused.

"You know, next time a freaky PMSing vampire decides to try and kill someone, I wouldn't step in." She said, fixing her skirt. "It'd be a shame for him to kill you. You're such a pretty face." She leaned back a bit, closing her eyes. She felt sick from fear. She expected him to pop up at any time, drag her somewhere to kill her.

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Trez shrugged, downing two pills and setting the orange medication bottle down, dropping into the rocking chair near the couch. "Your choice, I'm not here much anyway, you'd have the place to yourself a lot. Used to but, too lonely now that I'm by myself." He rubbed at the back of his head, smirked faintly at her next words.

"Vampire, I've dealt with worse than running." He smiled faintly at her other comment but said nothing about it. It wasn't rare for him to take people in. He liked helping them, and it was better that he wasn't alone, anyway.

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Aubri shook her head again. "Nah. I tend to work as much as possible since I like, have no where to go? So.. If I need something I can just go visit my uncle, I guess." She didn't want to stay with a guy, especially a cute guy she didn't know. She folded her shaking hands in her lap, the withdrawl slowly getting to her. She was normally fine with it, but she had gone without her pills for a good seven days now. She looked down into her lap, trying to will her hands to stop shaking.

"I feel like death.." She mumbled, closing her eyes. "I'm Bee." She said, looking over at him. "I'd shake your hand but I think mine are shaking enough.." She looked back down into her lap.

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Trez smiled gently. "Trez." He crowned some. "Drugs?" Getting up silently, he disappeared intothe bathroom, reappeared a moment later.
"It's not much, and I shouldn't be giving it to you anyway, but my buddy Connor's been down the road plenty. It'll at least help take the edge off withdrawl."

Crouching, his knees popped faintly. He gently pushed up the shoulder of her shirt, pressing the small adherent nicotine patch on. "I've got OxyCodon, too. But if you want it, only one pill." He raised an eyebrow, smiling up at her faintly. "Chin up, hm?"

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Aubri shrank away a bit at his touch, then relaxed when she realized what he was doing. She blushed, and shook her head. "No, I've got some in my pocket but I've been working and my boss gets mad when I'm high.." She shrugged, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair. She smiled, playing with it a bit before she leaned back.

"I like your hair. It's all swishy and stuff." She said with a smile, leaning down to play with his hair again. She needed to get hers redone, but didn't have the money to do it. She wondered if Connor could do it for her. The pink he had in his hair awhile back had looked good.

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Trez smiled faintly in understanding. "I'm guessing you know Con then, huh?" He frowned slightly. Almost everybody into drugs knew Connor. He was like, the whore of drugs here.

Laughing at her antics, he ducked away faintly with a teasing smile. "Maybe I have a fedish with doing my hair," He taunted softly, messing her own up before sitting and dropping onto the couch beside her. He was careful to keep his space so she could have hers, had had enough people here to know that trust was often an issue.

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"I like doing my hair." She said, kicking off her shoes. She pulled them up underneath her, wishing she knew the boy so she could curl up to him. She used to always go curl up in her dad's lap. She almost missed that. She didn't expect to ever have a boyfriend either.

"Yeah, I know Connor." She finally said quietly. She wasn't proud of it, considering it was because she had lost her entire family that she had turned to drugs. She fixed her skirt again, wishing she hadn't decided to wear it this morning.

"I'm sorry. This skirt rides up.." She said, holding it down. She felt like a prostitute or something.

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Trez nodded thoughtfully, hadn't talked to Connor in awhile. He glanced over at her, shook his head. "It's fine.." Don't judge, right?

Caught up in his own thoughts for the moment, he paused briefly. "You cold? I have plenty of blankets." He nodded towards the corner, thick plush blankets, three beanbag chairs, and several pillows making for a nice place to curl up. He could almost imagine the nights Connor had sumbled in, a beaten mess, and fallen asleep there. The times his own brither curled up there.

A shaky breath passed his lips. He didn't want to thing about Xander right now.