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Post by Rylan Avery on Jun 19, 2007 10:07:44 GMT -5
Rylan had been playing a new video game out of boredom when Joie's first text entered his phone, immediately his attention reverted to her texts, glad to have an escape from the intensity of each level. You see, he wasn't ever into video games unless it was crappy outside (which it was), and he had nothing better to do. In this case, he didn't, because the sun had disappeared, and the clouds were looking pretty grey. In short, it wasn't even worth trying to get a game in at the sportplex. His smile quickly turned into a frown at Joie's well-being, he knew that being sick wasn't fun, and being sick alone was like torture, so he instinctively decided to keep her company. Now, chicken noodle soup and company was even better, so he made his way upstairs to get his sweatshirt, and then he'd head to Tony's to pick up a couple orders of soup. From past experience, he knew that Tony's had the best soup, especially their chicken noodle.
Revving the engine of his car a bit, he headed toward Tony's, Fall Out Boy playing softly in the background. He spotted an empty parking space, easing the car alongside the building. Stepping out, he entered the diner, sitting himself down at the counter. Before he'd left his house, he'd called up the restaurant, placing his order to be picked up. Tony's was known for their quick service, so in a matter of minutes he was already carry two brown paper bags out the door. Setting the bags in the passenger seat, he climbed back in the car, finding his way to Joie's house. Rylan parked in his usual spot in the Harrison's driveway, careful not to block anyone in.
Rylan headed up the remainder of their driveway, his eyes scanning the windows for any sign of light to get a sense of where in the house Joie might be. Climbing the steps to the large front door, his fingers curled into a fist, prepared to knock. However, he knew better, and dug back into his pocket for keys. Ever since they were little, they'd always had a spare key to each other's house, it was kind of a tradition that every really good friend got a key to your front door. Inserting the jagged edge into the knob, he twisted it open, stepping inside.
Rylan always loved the Harrison house, and its home-like appearance. Their house didn't seem so large and empty like the Avery house did, though there wasn't much difference in actual size. Most likely it was the energy in the Harrison house that kept it alive, and just the sense that there was constantly an upbeat attitude around to pick someone up. Today, Rylan would be that person, with Joie being sick and all. Slipping off his sneakers by the door, he proceeded into the house, peeking into each room to find where Joie might be. "Jo..." He whispered, though his whisper was more of a normal talking voice for someone else, at least in intensity. "Jo..."
ooc;; Ick. This post of mine sucks badly. Muse will get better once I eat. XD. Promise.
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Post by Joie Harrison on Jun 19, 2007 13:38:59 GMT -5
Joie had been lying on the couch watching Pepper Anne on Disney Channel and as soon as a commercial came on, she texted Rylan with hopes of him coming to her rescue. She had been down on her health this week, vomiting her guts out figuraly speaking of course. Her mom, Monica, even thought that Joie had caught a bad case of Bulimia, which would fit Joie’s scenario. She had been eating more than her 3 meals a day and eating things she wouldn’t normally eat together like mint chocolate chip ice cream with pickles. Most people would gag at the sound of those two things together but Joie just loved it.
Rylan offered to come keep her company and bring some chicken noodle soup. Knowing that Rylan would get the soup from Tony’s put a beam on her expression. She loved Tony’s soup and everyone knew for a fact that Tony’s sold the best soup in Roanoke. Every time she got sick when she was little; it was always Rylan and his mother who got her soup from Tony’s and Rylan would hang about with her and watch power rangers. At other times, it was vice versa.
Knowing that Rylan would be there in a moment, Joie switch channels, turning to a rerun episode of The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers with a slight smile upon her face as she got down to watching the show. This show brought back so many memories. As she continued to watch television, she drifted off into a light sleep awaking just as Rylan walked through the door and called her name, “In here” she said referring to the sitting room as she sat up on the black couch.
ooc: yours is good. Mine is the one that sucks badly
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Post by Rylan Avery on Jun 19, 2007 14:08:44 GMT -5
Rylan moved in the direction of Joie's voice, the paper bags crunching beneath his fingers. As always, he walked past the room Joie was in, practically slipping on the hard wooden floor as he took a couple steps back, casually entering the sitting room. Spotting Joie sprawled out on the couch, he plotted himself down in one of his favorite reclining chairs. Digging into the bag, he pulled out two large Styrofoam bowls, and two plastic spoons. Handing a bowl and spoon to Joie, he glanced her over, eating a spoonful of the soup before even thinking about speaking. His attention was captured by old Power Rangers reruns, and a wide smile spread across his face. "Good choice," He said simply, though forced his mind to focus on Joie. "You need anything?" He asked, wanting to be helpful as well as keep her company.
He sank deeper into the chair, completely relaxed now that he was actually doing something he enjoyed, and being with someone he liked spending time with. His gaze shifted from the TV to Joie, switching back and forth every so often. "So, how long have you had this thing?" He paused, a teasing expression coming over his features. "Because I'm not in the mood to get sick, not that I will or anything," He stated jokingly, rambling slightly. Most everyone knew that Rylan hadn't ever been sick a day in his life, or if he had, he did his best to hide it. Even after many of these sickness get-together type things, he'd never truly gotten sick, but maybe had for a day or so, though toughed up and went on doing his normal things.
Rylan glanced around the room for a moment, his eyes searching for the familiar Siberian Husky that would normally greet him at the door. On most occasions Rylan would bring his two puppies along, but with Joie being sick and all, he didn't want them to bother her. With a disappointed look on his face, Rylan settled back in, his focus on the television, every so often glancing back to Joie.
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Post by Joie Harrison on Jun 19, 2007 15:21:50 GMT -5
“Thanks…. The soup smells excellent” she stated as Rylan handed her the large Styrofoam bowl which held the soup and a plastic white spoon. Taking a top off the hefty Styrofoam bowl, Joie placed the plastic spoon in it, took a spoon full of soup in her mouth but like every other food she ate today, the soup made her feel like she was going to explode. “No… I’m fine…. Your good company is enough” she said placing the bowl of soup on a nearby table and started watching television again.
“2 weeks… for about 2 weeks now” she said without taking her eyes off the television in front of her. Looking over at Rylan, Joie flashed him a reassuring smile, “I think it’s just a stomach virus or something…. So you have no worries Mr. I Never Get Sick” Joie laughed, Rylan hardly ever got sick when they were growing up but he did have those days where he didn’t ‘feel very well’ but unlike her, he always toughed it out but maybe it was because he was a boy.
Joie watched Rylan glance around the room. Some how she knew he was searching for Rex, her 3year old Serbian Husky who was ‘in lust’ rather than ‘in love’ with the neighbors poodle, Uma. “Rex’s next door with Uma if you’re wondering where he is….. they’ve been pretty busy lately” she said as she laughing. Joie then got a look on her face. You know one of those looks when a 5 year old ingests too much halloween candy or too much cake at a birthday party and they're about to hurl? Well, that was the look Joie got. Within seconds, she ran over to the nearest trashcan and hurled.
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Post by Rylan Avery on Jun 20, 2007 13:59:52 GMT -5
"Tony's soup is always excellent," He corrected, replacing the plastic top, and setting the bowl aside on the end table. He'd eaten earlier this morning, so hunger wasn't an issue, but he'd gotten the soup anyway, knowing he'd just reheat it later on when he was actually hungry. “No… I’m fine…. Your good company is enough.” He smiled, nodding lightly. "Aww, I knew there was a purpose for me beside food," He replied teasingly, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. It didn't help to be depressing, which he found made you feel even more sick. Even before Rylan had asked if she needed anything, he knew she wouldn't want anything, because she was an independent person, a lot like himself.
"2 weeks?" He echoed, his face crunching into a disgusted look. "Did you go see a doctor, or no?" He asked, not sure what to think, though he would have assumed she had. Joie's parents were extremely protective, and just about the most caring people you might ever meet. As a kid, Rylan had always wished Joie's parents were his, and not his actual parents, though it was a horrid thing to say. Rylan wasn't at all worried about getting sick, not just because of his record with sickness, but because he and Joie went way back. He'd do anything for Joie, and spending time with her was but a fraction of what he'd do if and when she needed his help.
He listened as she spoke, continuing to glance around the room for the dog until she stopped talking. "Gotcha," He said simply, not really able to fit in anything more before his own laugh dulled, cringing as he watched Joie make her was to the trashcan. Instinctively, he rose from the comforts of the reclining chair, moving toward where Joie was, but passing her to continue into the kitchen. Wetting down a cloth he made his way back to her, surveying her skeptically as she hovered over the trash bin. "Ought to have been one hell of two weeks," He mumbled, the usual worried expression returning to his features.
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Post by Joie Harrison on Jun 20, 2007 22:54:31 GMT -5
Joie looked up from the trash can over at Rylan as she flashed him a weak ‘I’m perfectly fine’ smile even though she wasn't. Crap is what she felt like. She was just about to fix her mouth to say she had seen a physician but in reality, Joie hadn’t seen a physician even though she was being continuously nagged to by her mom to go. It took Joie 3 entire hours to persuade her mother that she was absolutely fine. So with her daughter’s assurance, Monica left her alone.
"Ought to have been one hell of two weeks," She vaguely rolled her eyes as she felt her mood alter from the ailing friend to the sarcastic bitch, “oh yea, I’ve been having the time of my existence” she responded mockingly as she rose from her knees up upon her two legs and placed her hand on her forehead “I feel like a malfunctioning type writer right now” she said with a diminutive groan.
ooc: sorry it's short had to do it quickly Fi is being fussy
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Post by Rylan Avery on Jun 22, 2007 15:32:09 GMT -5
The skeptical look still remained on his features as he watched her, feeling bad that she'd been going through it for the past two weeks. Rylan hated seeing the people he cared about in such a state, and it made him feel totally helpless. Right now, that's exactly how he felt; Helpless. He knew there wasn't much for him to do to help, he'd just have to stay and keep her company. Though Rylan was pretty sure Joie's mother would have gotten her to see a doctor, he took it upon himself to ask again, considering she hadn't told him whether or not she'd gone to the doctor's. "So, you haven't gone to the doctor's?" He asked, a questioning look taking control of his face. His gaze was expectant, almost too piercing to even consider looking at.
He smiled as her usual attitude returned, though her skin was still pale. Stepping toward her, he pressed the cloth to her forehead, making sure she had it before pulling back. His gaze remained on Joie for quite some time, though shortly after began glancing around, hoping to find some medication or what not that she might have gotten. As expected, he saw nothing. Usually Joie was right on top of these things, especially when it concerned her health. Sure, you might assume Rylan was a little too concerned, but Joie was like a sister to him. Wouldn't you worry about your sister?
ooc;; no worries. mine sucks too. XD
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Post by Joie Harrison on Jun 22, 2007 17:35:20 GMT -5
"So, you haven't gone to the doctor's?" Getting irritated the second time he asked, Joie decided to tell him something. “If it makes you feel better, I have an appointment set up for tomorrow” Joie said as she proceeded back over to the couch on which she was laying on. She hated it when Rylan worried like that but then again, Joie would do the same for him. He was like a brother to her and they’ve been friends since there diapers days. But she knew she shouldn’t have him worrying like that especially since she knew why she was sick. She had been telling most of her friends that she had the stomach flu or food poisoning.
“But I think I know what’s going on” she said as she reached the couch and laid back down pulling her pink and yellow blanket up to her mid-waist. Before opening her mouth to say anything else, she pulled her blanket up some more, but this time she pulled it over her head. “I think I’m P.G.” She said from under her blanket. Joie didn’t want to say it but it was reality. It was a possibility, she had missed her last period and had been ‘feeling sick’ all the time. Anyone could put those two together and realize that she probably was.
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Post by Rylan Avery on Jun 24, 2007 21:49:53 GMT -5
Rylan glanced to Joie, noticing her growing even more irritated as he asked. Joie would have done the same thing for him, and he'd of gotten equally as annoyed. "If it makes you feel better, I have an appointment set up for tomorrow," He smiled at her words, reassured enough to relax. He moved after her, returning to the chair. He sank down, bringing his knees to his chest, like he used to do when he was a younger child. Rylan was a naturally worried person, and it didn't help when someone was sick or hurt. He had always worried about friends, especially those he'd known since he was a toddler. He hated to know that someone was sick and he couldn't really do anything about it except get them to a doctor or someone.
At her words his expression deepened, a newfound curiousity showing through. He watched her as she pulled the blanket up over her head, it was obvious she wasn't too keen on telling him anything. He bit the inside of his lower lip in a nervous gesture, continuing to look at her expectantly. "I think I'm P.G." The words hadn't quite sank in before he decided to speak, the initial shock unbearable. It was probably the worst thing you could do to a guy, especially a guy as apprehensive as Rylan. He stood, moving to sit at Joie's feet, wanting to offer comfort. Instead, he began to pace, back and forth in a slow motion, before calming enough to sit on the couch beside her. "Are you sure? Did you take a test?" He rested his head in his hands, drumming his fingers against his jaw. Many more questions swarmed his mind, but he figured it would only cause her more stress, so backed off.
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Post by Joie Harrison on Jun 25, 2007 19:58:06 GMT -5
Joie peeked from under her blanket as she heard Rylan get up from the recliner. She sighed as she watched him lightly pace back and forth before he sat at her feet. Joie guessed he was probably lost in words because he just looked like it. "Are you sure? Did you take a test" those weren't the words she expected to hear which made her feel better but those two questions seemed like alot more than what they were.
"Yea, I took one yesterday," In fact, Joie had taken six of them but none of them gave the results she wanted. She wanted that negetive result but had no such luck. Hopeing that the tests were wrong, because those tests were only 99.99% right and that left 1% chance that the test was wrong, she called the companies. An operator suggested if she doubted the test to go and take one at her physicans office, and that's what she was going to do tomorrow. "And it came back positive six times" she said finishing her sentence as she choked back tears. Joie looked at Rylan as he rested his head in his hands. He looked as though he didn't know what to do.
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Post by Rylan Avery on Jun 26, 2007 8:07:45 GMT -5
Rylan sighed, beginning to feel guilty about his words, and the fact that he practically ambushed her with questions. Even though he wanted to ask her more, he refrained, as it wouldn't be much comfort to her anyway. Rylan was the shoulder to cry on type of guy, and wasn't very good with words in meaning of comfort. Though he moved closer to her, gently pulling the blanket out of her hands and over her head. She had to be completely scared, a scared that he would never truly know. She had a life now to worry about besides her own, and had the future to live yet. Sometimes life just wasn't fair, but if it had to be someone, the most level headed for the job would have to be Joie.
Worry creased his forehead, his body angled in her direction, his eyes searching her face. As a friend, he'd be there for her, like he always had. Yet, one question lingered in his mind that he didn't dare ask; Who's the father? It was kind of like asking a person who they'd slept with in the past couple months... Actually, it was exactly like asking a person that. He and Joie never did much more than tease each other about things like that, but never at a serious level like this one. "And it came back positive six times," His gaze softened as she choked up, his arms now welcoming the comfort she needed. "Did you want me to go with you?" He asked, a reassuring smile on his face, but for once in his life, he didn't even believe himself.
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Post by Joie Harrison on Jun 26, 2007 19:22:27 GMT -5
“I’d really appreciate that” Joie responded as a slender smile appeared on Joie’s face as she looked at Rylan. His facial expression, free from worry, reassured her that everything would be all right. Sitting up, she hugged him and started to cry softly on his shoulder. She didn’t know what she was going to do but she was happy. Rylan was there when she needed him the most like the innumerable times before. He was the type of friend you can always count on to help you when you needed it, no questions asked.
A thought crossed her mind, who was she to tell first? Bryan or her boyfriend, who happened to be Bryan’s brother. The baby she was possibly caring might belong to either Bryan or his brother. Joie sighed letting that thought clear from her head. It was far too stressful to think about it right now. Sure, she was mature about her ‘situation’ right now but she hadn’t considered how this would affect the lives of the Payne’s.
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Post by Rylan Avery on Jun 26, 2007 21:15:36 GMT -5
He nodded lightly, the reassuring smile still on his lips, desperately trying to make things all right. As she sat up to hug him, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. Rylan rested his chin on the top of her head, his hug protective and warm, one that seemed to help ease the pain. The sound of her soft sobs made him melt, his body overwhelmed with a sense of grief, wishing he could just take it all away. What was Joie going to do with a baby? He silently decided to be there for her, even more than he already was, for she'd need it with both a baby and two Payne brothers to worry about. Matter of fact, Rylan had wanted to visit his own cousins a bit south of Virginia, to see their baby. Rylan had always liked babies, but never under such a circumstance that Joie was under.
What he really wanted to ask was how she was going to tell her boyfriend and Bryan, but didn't dare. After all, he was trying to comfort her, not make it worse and have her be even more stressed than she already was. After all, stressing over everything wasn't good for the baby, right? He began to wonder exactly who she had told so far, but guessed that it wasn't very many if any at all.
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Post by erte on Dec 21, 2008 20:27:45 GMT -5
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Post by reter on Dec 21, 2008 20:30:49 GMT -5
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