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I doubt that you are bored or lonely but it's a good show if you ever get to watching it. Pretty much the same actually. Then again, when aren't my nights slow and quiet. It's okay, though. Friends are completely over-rated anyways.

Good evening!

It makes me wonder why I haven’t watched this show before, the circumstances fit my situation quite perfectly actually. Eh, it’s alright. Quite slow and quiet, how’s yours coming along? 

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Don't worry about it. It's a show for the hopelessly bored and lonely but it does kill another hour until Law and Order. How are you doing, though? Having a good night I'm guessing.

Good evening!

It’s a lovely night, yes. Storage wars, huh? I don’t believe that I’ve ever seen that show before, what exactly is it ‘bout?

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Great evening, don't you think? Well, aside from the lack of Storage Wars episodes on tv, I think it is.

Good evening!

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Christian gritted his teeth "Because we're supposed to tell each other these things!" Christian was steaming and it was clearly showing. He hadn't even minded that he surprised her enough to spill her drink. Even if it hadn't been a big deal for Mila, Christian did not take the news very well. Having witnessing how easily she reacted had only made Christian angrier. "It was a joke!" He threw his hands up and raised his voice slightly, "It's not like you really have STDs and why would he even believe me? I know you dated some stupid guys before but someone who would actually believe that? Nice one, M." Of course, Christian knew how unreasonable he was being even though he refused to admit it. Regardless if he knew that he were over-reacting because of this situation, Christian would continue to argue despite knowing how immature he was being. He kicked the sand beneath his feet and bowed his head as he pursed his lips. What Christian failed to express at the moment was that how much he missed how their friendship used to be. The two used to be so different but seeing how they slowly drifted away from each other had made Christian felt as if he were the one to blame. Hearing that Noah had slept with Mila help shift the blame to the girl. "This sure is a friendship that we have, huh?" Christian whispered quietly. It caused such a rift between the two that he felt relieved that they were finally saying what they couldn't even if what they had to say were hurtful to the other.

"I'm not saying that I would get upset if you happen to even brush past some guy on the street. I just..." he drifted off, not knowing what to say. After hearing what Mila had admitted, Christian was at a loss for words. "I just wanted to know," he finally confessed. "I wanted to know why I you did it. I was angry and I was hurt and I shouldn't have been". He realized then that Mila was right. Instead of comforting her, Christian was instead against her. Out of frustration, he squeezed his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "I didn't know what to do, alright? I thought you didn't need me. It's not you did, anyways," he said as he paced around from where he was standing. Unable to face her, Christian picked up the nearest stone and hurled it into the water. He tried to keep himself from talking any more to keep the problem from getting worse. As much as Christian wanted to walk away, he stood straight facing the beach while he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm sorry, Mila," he finally said. "You can be angry with me, you can hit me, you can do anything. Just don't hate me cause I think I hate myself enough for the both of us," Christian let out with a shaky voice. "I really am sorry, M".

bffs4lyfe || Christian & Mila

“The lottery is such a scam. You pay 20$ for a ticket and you have a 1 in 50000 shot of actually winning. I see no point in it.” Mila shrugged. In the silence that fell over the two, the last thing Mila was expecting was for Christian to burst out in anger once again. Though she should have been ready for anything from him, his tone has surprised her enough to spill some of the beer in the hand onto her white dress, leaving a splotch of yellow on the material. But her attire was the last thing on her mind at that moment. The thoughts that clouded her mind was how everything was her fault and was always her fault. The girl knew that letting Noah come over and let things go on as far as they did was entirely her fault but what she didn’t understand was why it had bothered Christian so much. They were friends and they had to know that each other slept with others, right? The brunette sat with both hands clutching her can of been, not knowing what to say that wouldn’t anger Christian any further. “I don’t understand why my sleeping with him was a big deal,” she said finally breaking the silence. Mila couldn’t look at him or up at the beach in front of them. The mutant simply started down at her can in her hands as she spoke. “You weren’t around for when I was with Marcus, and when you found out about us you told him I had STDs anyways. Last time I checked, best friends don’t do that,” Mila said, her voice quiet as she finally finding the courage to look at him.

With a sigh, she took a swig of her beer letting herself enjoy the alcohol as it flowed down her throat. Maybe Christian was expecting something like this to happen and brought alcohol because he knew it would calm them both down. But Mila Waters wasn’t angry, more hurt than anything. “I’m not the 9 year old girl that you met when I came to the island anymore, Chris. I’m 19 and can take care of myself. You don’t have to get so upset over everything that I do. I’m going to be in relationships and I’m going to have as sex life no matter how much you hate the thought of me doing something like that.” Mila said, her own anger and hurt pouring out through the words that she threw at him. “But when I make a mistake like that the last thing that I need is for you out of all people to cut me out of your life like you did.” She had to set her can down on the rock beside her at that point. Her hands were shaking and it was something that happened with she was thoroughly upset - she could feel her hands heating up ready to let out a blast and it was the last thing she wanted to do. Stuffing her hands under her legs and sitting on them, Mila prayed that it would stop their shaking and whatever might happen if she got too emotional.

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OOC

I know I said I would be on more but having it be Canada Day and with the Pride Parade, I'm busy for the long weekend. I will try to be on tomorrow so, until then, keep on keeping on!!!

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Christian let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "I remember when I always used to bother you about going to church," he added. "Then again, I also remember quoting Twilight a lot". The fact that Christian was not willing to admit that he was the one at fault for so long was troubling him. It wasn't as if he were to be direct about it but their meeting was a good first step. Christian had not always been one to express how he felt easily which led to his fight with Mila in the first place. The fight had been so long ago that he could barely remember what had made him so angry in the first place. Christian shifted uncomfortably has he tried to muster up something that wasn't completely stupid. It seemed that most of his conversations with Mila made it seem like he was.

"Yeah, but, high school is over," Christian stumbled over his words. "You could do a lot now. I mean... you can buy a lottery ticket?" He turned away from the embarrassment from his words and let the silence settle for a bit. Hearing Mila try and break the quiet air between the two, Christian fidgeted with his hands trying to think of something to say. "You could have told me," he said as he tried to contain his shaky voice. "About that guy you slept with or even Marcus. You said it yourself, I'm your best friend". Christian felt his hands balling up before dropping the can onto the ground. His anger suddenly came out before he could comprehend what he was saying. "This is bullshit, Mila!"

bffs4lyfe || Christian & Mila

Letting a small smile grace her lips, Mila watched with amused eyes as Christian ran towards her with a case of beer in his hands. “Someone who didn’t have enough sun screen to sit around in her bikini,” the brunette called out as he swiftly approached and took a seat next to her on the rocks. The simple action of two friends meeting up should not have been as anticipated as it was. During their separation there had been nights where all she wanted was to see Christian and eat cereal in her bed room while watching cartoons like they used to do once upon a time. But now that Mila had gotten used to doing things solo, just sitting with each other was odd. It was clear that during their time apart he’d forgotten that beer wasn’t her poison for nights where she tried to forget her worries and troubles.

“It’s great, thanks,” she said politely as she took the can of beer from his pale outstretched hand and opened it with a hiss. Following his example, Mila took a sip of the beer, the unfamiliar cold liquid flowing quickly down her throat. “Growing up? You make me sound old. I’m only 19.” She said with a smile in his direction. The silence that fell on the two was as loud as ever, it’s meaning ringing loud in both of their ears. The mutant knew that the action of coming out of his room was a big deal, and that meeting with her in such a public place was even bigger. It was his way of apologizing and making it up to her. “Soo.. what’s going on with you?” Mila asked taking another sip of her drink and kicking her feet.

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Yeah, well, everything is gonna work out. It always does and I trust that you're gonna do the right thing.

The surfer is back...

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What are you gonna do now then? Just gonna ignore it?

The surfer is back...

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Kara-tea! Wow, that was bad. Look, I feel terrible that I can't help you, Amy. If there is anything I can do, let me know.

The surfer is back...

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Christian stood up from his bed and sighed deeply. It had been a while since he talked to his friends, much less Mila. He smiled knowing that his best friend was the first to welcome him back. Most were wondering what Christian had been doing that kept him busy but, aside from school, he hadn't gotten a excuse for doing so. Even as he reached for his wallet, it had to be dusted off from being left untouched for so long. Christian changed out of the clothes he spent a good week in and readied himself to see Mila. His parents glanced at him as he picked up a case of beer on his way out to his car. Considering how long he were confined to the comforts of his bedroom, Christian understood his parents confusion. He took a quick look before starting the car and driving away from his home. Christian tried kept himself from being to anxious and speeding the whole way there.

Unfortunately, Christian couldn't get there fast enough. His explanation had been ignored for so long that he was afraid of rambling on about how he felt. Christian knew himself too well for this to happen. Seeing the shore, he immediately parked the car and grabbed the case as he jogged over to Mila. To Christian, she couldn't have stood out more than if she were wearing anything else. "Who wears a dress to the beach? Weirdo," he shouted out to the girl. Of course, Christian meant for it to lighten the mood but it only made him a bit more uneasy. He took a seat next to her and held up two cans from the pack he brought, "This was the best I could do. I'll get a better gift next time I see you". Christian took a sip from his and rested his hand on his knee, "I just thought since you're growing up and everything that we should celebrate in some way". After Mila had told him that he missed her speech, Christian hadn't felt so terrible since they stopped talking. His withdrawal was no excuse for being a bad friend. Christian stared at his friend hoping Mila would somehow read into his silent apology but resolved to keeping quiet and drinking his beer. It seemed that he had asked for too many apologies as it was.

bffs4lyfe || Christian & Mila

The voice of a sports broadcaster was the last thing that Mila Waters heard before slamming the door to her house and hopping into her car. His deep and obnoxious voice booming throughout the surround speaker that her father had set up, echoing through every room in the house and became silent as she shut the door to her car. The brunette was glad to be out of her home, out of a place where her own thoughts couldn’t be heard whether it be because of her unwillingness to realize them or because of distractions that never seemed to leave her alone. Aside from that reason, Mila was glad to be meeting up with her best friend, Christian Bay. The two had gone through tough patches in their friendship lately and though they had been without each other for a long period of time, Mila was glad that they could both go to each other if they so needed.

Sticking her key in the ignition and starting her car, Mila pulled out of her drive way and flew down the streets of Elysium to the beach where they’d arranged to meet. The sand, surf and sun had make the beaches a popular hang out place for the residents of the island and though sand did get everywhere, it wasn’t enough to stop them from visiting each and every day. During the days where Mila couldn’t bear to be with someone or be stuck alone in her house, she’d come to the beach and sat on the large rocks bordering the trees that threatened to take over the beach. Stepping out of her car, the teenage mutant made her way through the crowds of bikini and swim trunk clad bodies and towards the rocks, eager to be in the shade and away from the eyes of everyone on the beach. Though she knew she’d have to wait for Christian, it would be nothing in comparison to the months that they’d gone without speaking to each other. Sitting on the rocks, Mila Waters crossed her legs, holding her dress down from flowing around in the sea breeze as she waited for Chris to arrive.

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Well, I can't do that but I can give really bad jokes. What's Jackie Chan's favourite drink?

The surfer is back...

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Just cause you run away, it doesn't mean that your problems won't be there anymore. Can I help in any way?

The surfer is back...

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I'm not doing anything. I'm just trying to figure all this out. Why didn't you say anything earlier?

The surfer is back...

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Probably busy with his other girlfriend. Only kidding but I'm sure it's nothing. Fine, fine. Get me out of my house and we can talk.

So, what's going on?

That’s different. We went months without talking to each other, remember? You had a reason not to talk to me .. I just don’t know what his is. I’ll talk if you do.

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Likewise. So how long have you been on the island?

Hi.

It sucks. Well, I hope we pass by each other soon. Maybe tomorrow. Or the next day.

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So you don't like him. Do you still like Ethan?

The surfer is back...

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Hey, I haven't spoken to you in a month and it's not that bad. Well, only if you talk to me. I mean, I don't want to be the one doing all the talking and you did say you weren't at your best.

So, what's going on?

I mean, he’s just .. different is all. I really haven’t seen or spoken to him in weeks. Well obviously, it’s coming from you. Just kidding. I’m free to listen.