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[reese morgan webb]

His truck lay dormant in the parking lot belonging to the apartment complex where he lived with his baby sister, Rhiannon. There was something infuriating about the situation after he had worked hard to buy the vehicle out of his own earned money after he graduated high school. Now, it was starting to spend more and more time in the space far below their apartment and he considered himself lucky that Rhi spent a lot of her time indoors, or else she may notice how her brother was picking up his keys, but not actually taking the truck when he left for college in the morning.
There were good and bad days for Reese and today was leaning more towards the bad day category. His legs were both experiencing that cramping feeling and even with the medication, it did little to ease the pain in the lower half of his body. He was literally wasting away and there was nothing he could do but prolong the inevitable with the physiotherapy he snuck off too under the pretence of working some extra hours at Broadway or doing an extra-credit assignment in the chemistry labs. He wasn’t ready for Rhi or his Uncle Nate to find out about BMD and he would continue to let his pride put it off for as long as what physically possible. If he thought he could get away with it, Reese would wait until he was in the wheelchair, and unable to get up the stairs in their apartment.

For now though, he had to deal with this in the best way possible and that meant getting the subway and the trains everywhere for today at least. He carried his bag over his shoulder as he stepped off at Grand Central, wincing at the step down and feeling bad for the woman behind him with the screaming kids who had to wait for him to find his balance before she could help her offspring and get the pushchair from the public transport. It wasn’t like there was anything obvious about his condition and most people probably just assumed he had cramp, or a limp from a sprained ankle or twisted knee. It was something he was used to, but on his good days, he walked as though there was nothing wrong with him in the slightest and he drove his truck like every other driver on the New York streets would do.

Reese hobbled towards the elevator as he was in no fit state to attempt the stairs today; they were his Everest and he was no mountain climber. There were so many things that he had taken for granted and so much that he pushed to one side with the excuse of doing it tomorrow. Sure, tomorrow would always be there but the physical skill necessary may not be and then what? Luckily, he hadn’t planned a future as a baseball player or anything that required him to run around. He shook all thoughts of the future from his mind as the door closed, trapping him in the silver box with a little old lady and the same woman who had been behind him when he struggled with the one simple step.

He stepped from the elevator the second the doors opened and tried to make some distance between himself and those who he’d hold up otherwise. He hated being a burden or awkward for those around him whether he knew them or not; there was nothing more infuriating for him, but the moment he hit the main entrance of Grand Central, he felt his legs stiffen up and with a desperate wince of pain he stumbled to the nearest seat and dropped into it, bending over to massage his legs in the way that the doctor had told him to do daily, hoping that it would help enough for him to get home without needing to call someone for help.

Tagged- Open!
Words- 656
Lyrics- Secrets by ONEREPUBLIC
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[cruise]

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Normally Parker wasn’t farther than reaching distance from his iPod, and as he leaned against a wall of Grand Central Terminal, he was mentally cursing himself out for having left it in its white plastic dock of his truck. Stupid, stupid mistake. Luckily for him, he had a couple songs downloaded onto his blackberry, and since his Apple brand earbuds were constantly strung around his neck, he had access to a bit of music as he waited. Hands in the pockets of his hoodie, he rummaged for a second until finding his cell phone. After plugging in the earbuds and then putting one in each ear, he played around with the buttons a bit until he found the list of about 30 songs he kept on his Blackberry for emergency situations such as this one. ‘Animal’ by Neon Trees began to play, and after putting his blackberry back into his pocket, he let his head bob to the music.

He was actually waiting on his grandfather. He was supposed to come off the train from Poughkeepsie any minute now after enjoying a nice enough visit with an old friend (whom Parker still insisted was his girlfriend). He must’ve been taking his sweet time though. Parker was a patient enough person though, especially when it came to his grandfather, so he didn’t mind waiting there. When he got to be about ten minutes late, however, he went and sat down on one of the benches nearby. A moment later, he looked back down at his phone, and noticed he had a new voicemail message. Parker guessed that he must’ve turned his phone on silent without noticing. He hit a couple buttons and then unplugged the ear buds from his phone so he could listen to the message that was left for him.

”Hey Parker, it’s your grandfather. Um, Evelyn has actually proposed the idea of me spending an extra day with her in Poughkeepsie and she has to head to the city tomorrow anyway, so she’ll be dropping me off at home. Don’t bother waiting around for me at the terminal. I’ll call you later tonight.”

Parker couldn’t help but smirk after he hit the number 7, deleting the message. ’Grandfather, you lucky dog...’

[/b][/color] he thought to himself, and he laughed a bit before cramming his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. Standing up, he brought the white cords around his neck again before he began to head towards the main doors of the building. His truck was parked in a garage not too far away, and it wasn’t like he was in any kind of hurry to get anywhere. He didn’t have any reason to be at the school today, and his shift at Planet Hollywood didn’t start until 6. He thought about calling up Rhi to see if he could get her out of her studio for a few hours. It seemed that he was taking as many opportunities as he could to see her lately, or just to call her and chat for a few minutes, if only to find out what was what. He’d been feeling a bit weird around her for the past couple months, and he still didn’t know just what the cause was. His guess was that it might be guilt. He knew about her brother’s illness. When Parker had noticed something was up with Reese, he kept bugging him until he had no choice but to come clean. Parker came pretty damn closing to crying when he first told him. But Reese had made him promise not to tell their uncle or Rhiannon, and it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. He hated secrets, and more than that, he absolutely hated lying. The more he saw Rhi, the harder it got for him.

As part of an oddly creepy coincidence, he happened to see somebody that looked pretty damn similar to Reese sitting on a bench near the entrance to Grand Central. He wasn’t 100% positive it was him at first, but then he watched the way the man was massaging his legs. There was no doubt now. Definitely had to be Reese... and it looked like he was having a bit of difficulty. If there was one thing that Parker knew about Reese throughout their many years of friendship, it was that Reese was incredibly proud. He hated being a burden, or accepting help from anybody. However, given his condition, he occasionally did ask him for a hand, like if he needed a ride or if he needed him to cover for him to Rhi or his uncle for whatever reason. It was a hard job, and he hated lying to Reese’s family, but he still wanted to help in whatever way he could. He soon walked up to where Reese was sitting and he stood over him for a moment before saying, ”It’s your lucky day for your guardian angel to happen by at this most convenient of times, eh jackass?”[/color]

He’d been calling Reese jackass since he first figured out what the word meant as a kid. It was something of a nickname at this point, nothing close to an insult. Chuckling a bit, he sat down next to Reese on the bench, patting his shoulder for a second before he said, ”You here to grab the train or subway somewhere? Save your money, my truck is parked not far from here; I’ll take ya where you need to go.”[/color] Again, Parker lived to help, and even with Reese being as proud as he was, he hoped that he’d realize that this was an offer that was better not left alone.

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tags;; Reese
words;; 946
clothes;; Hard Day’s Night
music;; Watching All in the Family XD
notes;; Hope this works! C:
lyrics;; I Can't Do It Alone by 3OH!3
credits;; made by megaru. don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.
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[reese morgan webb]

He could do this. He knew he could. He could get home to the apartment and sit with his feet up for the rest of the day and watch some of the crap television that the studios seemed to be able to push out these days. It would be enough to take his mind off of the pain anyhow, and maybe Rhi would go to bed before Reese did and she wouldn’t have to see him practically drag himself into his bedroom if his lower limbs were still keen to work against him then. A little voice told him that maybe it was high time that he at least started to listen to his doctors and invest in a walking cane, just for when the days did get too much for him. The cane would provide him with the extra bit of relief and support that he needed, but it would also mean that he’d have to start telling people what was wrong with him and he didn’t want them fussing over him like he was already a cripple.

It had been bad enough when he had told Parker of his condition. The only reason his friend knew was because he was sick of the badgering coming from culinary arts student. Seeing the look on Parker’s face when Reese had given him the news was enough to make the chemistry whiz kid delay telling his family even more. The pitying look in Parker’s eyes and the way he seemed to act for a short while was exactly the sort of thing that Reese didn’t want from the people in his life. He didn’t want to lose his independence or his freedom. He was the older brother, the guy who looked after Rhi and he didn’t want that to ever change. He didn’t want to burden his little sister with disabled gadgets in their apartment and responsibilities that should never have been hers to begin with.

The voice snapped him from his thoughts and despite his legs still hurting, Reese pulled his hands away and sat upright, smirking up at his friend for a moment as though he could pretend like there was nothing wrong with him. He knew that Parker would see through it, unlike the others, but that never stopped Reese from trying. It was nice to have someone know the truth, but that didn’t make it easier for Reese to accept the help his friend often offered to him. “I thought that my guardian angel would be a lot hotter than your ugly mug.” He joked, leaning back and willing the pain in his legs to vanish before anything else happened.

And there it was; the offer Reese was hoping to avoid. He knew Parker only ever tried to do the right thing, but that still counted as fussing in Reese’s book and it was the last thing he wanted, even if his legs were screaming at him to take his friend up on the offer. He managed a tight smile and shook his head gently. “Just heading home now. The walk and fresh air will do me good after a day of toxic fumes in the lab.” He said, lying through his teeth. Whilst that was a phrase almost everyone used, it was one that rarely spoke true to Reese. Sure, walking did help his physiotherapy somewhat, but at the same time, it could do more harm than help in the long run, but that was a fact he hadn’t even shared with Parker just yet, aware that his friend would instantly freak out and perhaps even spill his secret to those he kept it from in order to protect them from the hurt it might cause them.

Tagged- Parker!
Words- 643
Lyrics- Secrets by ONEREPUBLIC
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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