what am i supposed to say;; blaine

[erinn]

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a God that I don't believe in

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Erinn hated Deercreek Ranch. It was a simple fact of life that she couldn't seem to change and every moment that she was there, she wanted out. She hated the structure of it, the fact that they had to work with animals, and the fact that being there implied that she needed help. As far as Erinn was concerned, the last thing that she needed was help and so she continued to actively avoid the counselors and whatever they felt they needed to say to her. She was making absolutely no progress in that area and with her steely determination, it seemed like she probably wouldn't make much progress for quite some time. However, Erinn didn't care. It wasn't their place to probe through her mind and come up with stupid reasons as to why she did what she did, since she had obviously already cleared it up- she did it because she wanted to. Mostly, she was still just simmering with anger. Her parents hadn't even consulted with her before sending her off a million miles away to a place like this. Counselors at home were bad, but this was just an entirely new level of hell.

It wasn't like Erinn even liked horses. In fact, they still sort of intimidated her. They were big and could easily squash her if they took the mind to it, so it wasn't exactly easy for her to just relax around them. That was why, for the most part, unless she was specifically told to go near them, she didn't. If she could help it, Erinn chose to avoid the creatures at all costs. It meant a good deal of walking a lot of the time, especially when she was off on the trails, but she didn't care. To her, it was better to have a bit of a sore foot than to be dead from a horse. So, that was why Erinn was padding down the path towards Deer Creek. It wasn't a very exciting place, since it was just a stupid creek, but it was quiet. At least, some of the parts that were a bit off the beaten path were, anyways. In any case, it was much calmer than being stuck back at the actual camp and there wouldn't be nearly as many people around to bother her. To Erinn, that was a successful place to be.

It wasn't that she didn't like people, really, it was mostly that she didn't trust them, or found them to be nuisances. She wasn't the easiest of people to get along with, that was for sure, so she tended to shy away from social settings as much as she could. There were always times when that failed, of course, but she did what she could to stay as far away from people as she possibly could. There were a very select few people that she liked enough to be okay with having them around, but she still wasn't about to go seek them out to hang around with, by any means. Generally, if people wanted to be friends with Erinn, the majority of the effort would have to be on their part. The only time Erinn actively looked to be around people was when she let down her barriers enough to the point where she trusted them and came to need them, but that had yet to happen here at the ranch and Erinn doubted that it would.

Kicking her feet at the dirt path she was walking along, Erinn couldn't help but feel the anger boiling inside of her. She hadn't done a damn thing to deserve being sent here. Sure, she liked the outdoors and she was into sports, but this was like a living hell for her. There was legitimately nothing to do there that didn't involve other people or horses and there definitely wasn't any alcohol around to speak of. That was easily one of the most difficult aspects of being there and it certainly contributed to her general anger. She had come to be so dependent on the liquor that being here was driving her absolutely crazy. She wanted to just sneak out and go hit up the town in hopes of finding someone to sell her some, but that was probably not going to happen anytime soon. As much as she wanted it to, it was highly unlikely.

Reaching the path to lead down to the creek, Erinn turned onto it and quickly found herself in front of the small, flowing creek. There were a few people around, so she continued walking past them to find a quieter and less populated part to settle down on. Once she had arrived at a spot where there were no other people in sight, Erinn settled down on a rock near the edge of the creek to just sit. It probably wasn't the best choice of activities for the young girl and it would have been best for her to keep herself busy, but that would have kept her back at the camp. At least it was sort of peaceful here by the water. Settling in, Erinn rested her elbows on her knees, putting her head in her hands and leaning down to relax. Perhaps this wasn't so bad.

tags;; blaine
words;; 880
muse;; ehh, it's okay.
notes;; sorry it took so long <3
lyrics;; breakeven- the script

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[blaine starling thompson]

i've been waiting for something for so
LONG, TO SHOW ME THE ANSWERS THAT I WANT

The day was beautiful, and Blaine had already decided that it was way too nice to just sit around his dorm room today. Blaine had never been one to just sit around, and certainly not inside. The boy liked to do something all the time, that was for sure. If he didn't have something to do, he'd find something to do, and Blaine finding something to do usually involved trouble in some degree. He was working really hard to stay out of trouble here, though. He was trying extremely hard to do well here, to take the opportunity that he had been given, because he definitely saw this place as an opportunity. He'd done the whole drug and street thing and didn't like it, and he certainly didn't want to spend the rest of his life like his mother, or one of her numerous dead beat boyfriends. Or, worse yet, like his father, who was just a completely trashy douche bag, as far as Blaine was concerned. He couldn't stand the man. Blaine hadn't talked to him since he was eight years old. He was sixteen now. His father sent a support check once in a while, but not regularly, and, for half his life, the man had been absent. It was really of no matter to Blaine one way or the other whether the man was around or not. Well, actually, it did. He preferred the man stay where he was, far out of Blaine's shit.

At some point earlier in the day, a severe craving for some heroin had hit, and it almost left him shaky and breathless. Fucking drugs. Why the hell had he gotten caught up with that shit anyway? For the life of him, he couldn't remember what the appeal had been. Well, he could, but he was trying very hard not to. He didn't want to get caught up in that shit again, that was for sure. For that particular reason, he'd been working particularly hard all day to keep himself occupied and away from thinking about his craving. Luckily, DCR was pretty good about keeping him busy and giving him things to do. There wasn't much free time. But now he had free time and he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Walking wasn't exactly mentally stimulating, but it was more stimulating than laying on his bed in his dorm room staring at the ceiling, that was for damn sure.

And so, he jumped onto the floor, literally, although it wasn't a terribly far drop for his six foot frame, grabbed his favorite fedora, slipped on a pair of DCs and headed for the door. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he whistled a little to himself as he made his way down from his dorm toward the barn, then changed his mind and veered off on a little foot path. He wasn't entirely sure where it led, but it was well worn, so he assumed it had to lead somewhere interesting, or at least to a place that was a common hang out, so it had to be interesting. Probably there would be people around, which was always a plus, at least in Blaine's book, being rather a people person, one of those kids who needed near constant interaction with others. He was definitely an extrovert, in every sense of the word.

The path, as it turned out, led to a little creek. There were, indeed, people milling around , and that was fine in Blaine's book. He drew a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the water and fresh air. He could see foot prints leading somewhere off to the right, considerably less worn down than the rest of the area, where people were sitting around. Curious, he followed it, only to find a girl sitting on the bank by herself. "Well hello there, sexy momma" he said with a slight smile. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, and sat without waiting for an invitation. "What's a pretty thing like you doing sitting by herself?" he asked amiably, plucking a flower that had survived this late into the fall and twirling it absently in his fingers. He glanced over and offered her a charming smile. "Oh, I'm Blaine, by the way" he added. "Blaine Thompson. It's a pleasure to meet yoooou..." he said, drawing the you and clearly leaving the blank open for her to fill in with her name.

A REASON TO BELIEVE THAT'S SO STRONG
but i don't think that it exists

count; seven hundred and forty
clothes; click
tag; erinn thomas
notes; sorry, this isn't that great. hehe
lyrics; Reason to Believe--Sum 41