[CLOSED] still holding on.

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

She knew she shouldn't, but she opened her mouth anyways. "I can stay here with you.. I work late hours sometimes but I.. it's better than you here alone and having those seizures.." It was probably the seizures that scared her the most, that made her want to stay here with him. So he couldn't die.

"You scared me.. I don't want you to be here alone and you like.. die or something.." She mumbled, hugging her knees tighter. It clearly scared her to think he might die.

[trez matthew steele]

"Just epilepsy.." He mumbled. "Clonic-tonic.." He frowned a bit. So, bad epilepsy, but it wouldn't kill him unless it exceeded five minutes or he had multiple one right after the other, right? Not all were neccessarily even the same. Someimes just rapid eye movement, staring blankly then passing out.

"You..can stay if you want though.." He didn't want to be the reason she did. She didn't need to worry about him, right? "I work at the bar at night on weekends and some week days."

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

"I don't care what fancy-shmancy name you give to it, you can still die! And that's not cool." She chewed on her lip, looking down at her bare feet. She hated her feet, and didn't want Trez to see her feet, so she pulled off her jacket, draping it over her legs.

"I'm a waitress.. at AFTERLIFE. I usually work nights with Marcus, but sometimes they have me working days and weird hours. I don't complain, I just go and do it.. It would be nice to have a job where guys aren't always slipping their hands up your skirt, but beggars can't be choosers, right?" She glanced over at him. She didn't like her job, but she stayed for Marc. He always made her feel a little better. Him and his boyfriend. They were so cute it almost made her jealous.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez smiled. "Whatever," He complained. "I got other things to worry about than a seizure finally killing my after two decades." He smirked.

Shrugging at her words, he studied her a moment. "No, guess not.." He didn't like the idea of what she did, but he had no say. It wasn't his problem to deal with right? And it wasn't like she was off selling herself. Not that he knew of at least.

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

"You're oooold." She teased, looking over at him with a smile. She herself was eighteen, not much younger than him. Not that is stopped her from giving him hell about it. Anyone older than her was old to her.

"So I met this guy today. And we ran together, even if it was a bad idea." She said, trying to get the idea of him dying out of her head. "And then we went back to his place and I accidentally kinda fell asleep on him.. But I don't guess he's mad, so it's alright." She smiled again, tucking her hair behind her ear.

[trez matthew steele]

"Am nottt," He complained dramatically, mocking hurt. He couldn't hide his teasing smile though. "Yeah? I met this girl today. She was being tortured by a vampire so I saved her ass. And I invited her to my place and scared her to death and then she called me old. And I cried."

He laughed softly, not even interested in the television anymore. "You just wait a few years, you'll be old, too."

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

"YOU SCARED HER SO BAD SHE DIED?! You're horrible. Shame on you." She said with a laugh, hugging her knees closer.

"My mom told me I don't get /old/. I get pretty. Okay? Get it right. Gawsh." She rolled her eyes, tossing her short hair over her shoulder.

"It really doesn't matter, does it? Because you're still going to be older than me. Which makes you still old. And I won't be old until I'm like.. eighty-two and a half so.." She didn't expect to live that long, but still. "You're just mad because you can't be pretty too. You have to be old."

[trez matthew steele]

Trez laughed breathily, clearing his throat. "You just get pretty? With all those wrinkles and sags?" He grinned at her. "N'aww c'mon. I'm only twenty-three. If that's old, eighty-two and a half is reeaally old."

He reached over, messing her hair up. "Uugh," Getting to his feet slowly, he stretched, then grabbed the cup he had spit into and padded to the kitchen, rinsing it out and grabbing a bottle out of the fridge. "Hm, barely any food in here, anyway." Shrugging, he dropped heavily onto the couch again with a huff, twistig the cap off his water and taking a swallow before putting it back on and setting it aside.

He stretched his legs out again, stuffing them under her butt. "You're in my wayy."

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

"That will only be kinda sorta old, okay? You're a guy. You're gonna lose your hair and stuff. And then you're gonna die alone with like, seven cats. And hamster." She groaned when he stuffed his feet under her butt. She moved over, sitting in his lap. She propped her feet up on one of his shoulders and laid back against his legs.

"This. This is in your way, okay? And don't look up my skirt." She said, pulling her jacket over her small skirt. She smiled over at him, bopping him in the head with one of her feet.

"Am I in your way now? Huh? Am I?" She asked annoyingly, crossing her arms over her stomach.

[trez matthew steele]

"What if I'm allergic to cats?" He complained. "They make me sneeze. Even if they're cute." He raised an eyebrow as she sat in his lap, groaning dramatically again when she stretched out.

"Yes you are. Imma lay on the ground and it's gonna be your fault when poor Marc has to listen to me complain about my back hurting tonight. Cos you're a big meanie."

He ducked away from her foot. "And I'm not gonna look up your skirt. Well..unless you want me to." He smirked, tickling at her feet to try and get a reaction.