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windandstorm2010-06-25 12:05 am
daluci.livejournal.com) wrote in windandstorm2010-06-25 12:05 am
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Not-quite vulture bait
Sunset was a wonderful thing. Or it would have been, if it wasn't taking hours to actually happen. Scott was currently laying right next to his car, his shirt off and balled up on top of his face, and wishing he were dead. Okay, so perhaps not really wishing he were dead, but at least wishing he were anywhere else but where he was: stuck in the middle of nowhere with a nonfunctional car. The only bright side was that his friend was on his way, hopefully with some way of fixing the current car issue.
If he had any energy left after the hours spent baked by the sun, he would probably be pacing and worrying about how he was going to get his car home, or what he was going to do about work if he couldn't get his car home, or just how he was going to repay the huge favor of driving six hours just to help him out... But he didn't, which was why he was currently sprawled on the ground just off to the side of the highway, waiting for his ride.
If he had any energy left after the hours spent baked by the sun, he would probably be pacing and worrying about how he was going to get his car home, or what he was going to do about work if he couldn't get his car home, or just how he was going to repay the huge favor of driving six hours just to help him out... But he didn't, which was why he was currently sprawled on the ground just off to the side of the highway, waiting for his ride.
TIMESKIP - Five days later, 5:45 PM
Not normal bugs, magical bugs. The kind of bugs that meant business, mostly because of where they came from. Council. And that pissed Jared off most of all, truth be told. He hadn't even done anything wrong. It was his uncle's fault, wherever the bastard even was. Why did they tap him, as if he had any clue where to find the wayward old man? And why weren't they satisfied with "I don't know"?
Some days, Jared just had to accept the fact that his life sucked.
Too afraid to turn anything on, or say anything, or do anything, Jared was left to just... sit on the couch and stare blankly ahead. He thought about texting Scott, but then he realized Scott would probably show up eventually (since he was pretty sure Scott wasn't out working today). He'd just complain to the other's face instead of electronically.
In the meanwhile, Jared had nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and think about how much this sucked. And hope that they couldn't somehow read his damn thoughts, too.