RUN AWAY{PILOT

[ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON]

The past days were rough for Lina. She had done so much to her body, that she was surprised she was even still alive. A few days ago, she had confessed to Pilot why she left, and what happened to the little being inside her. No longer crying about it, she was now bitter, angry and over all bitchy. One thing led to another that night, and she woke up and he was gone. In a way, she felt as if she deserved it. Was it payback for her leaving him? Was he ok?

So many questions ran through her mind, but she couldnt even stand to think of him right now. Laying in her room, the large black curtains were closed to keep the sun from forcing her to move. Her body mangled in the floral black and white patterned sheets, she let out a groan as there was a loud knock on her door. I THOUGHT I SAID LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, her voice was raspy, angry and sarcastic. The voice from the other side of the door was quiet, small and belonged to her younger sister, Stella. She simply made a whimpering noise and Lina knew she was crying.

Since the day she woke up to find him gone, Lina had not left her room. She moped around in the darkness of her large elegant room and slept all day. Suddenly feeling a sense of guilt she pushed herself off the bed. Feeling the room spinning she walked to the door and opened it, the little girl fell into her arms and she was right, Stella was crying. Falling to her knees Lina shushed her and wiped the tears from her eyes WHATS WRONG STELL

[/color]. As her sister explained how she didnt want Lina to leave again she hugged her.

Promising her she would never leave again she sent the tot off and her stomach over took her with hunger. Keeling over her bed she clutched the table and let out a groan of pain. Lately Lina hadnt been eating, she just had no appetite. But today she knew she had to eat. Deciding on Chinese food she decided to take a trip to Chinatown, not only would she get food but maybe a counterpart to sell her some stash.

Arriving in Chinatown was easy, calling upon one of her male patrons she received a ride and simply left him there. Ever since that night with Pilot she hadnt even touched another male. She knew the two werent together, but she felt as if it would hurt Pilot. Although he might have been out fucking other girls, she couldnt do that to him. Not after the abortion. Standing outside of her favorite Chinese resturaunt she lit up a cigarette letting the smoke fill her lungs. She let out a soft sigh and slid down to the cement. It was cold, dreary and wet today.

Just like Lina's mood. She wanted to be left alone, alone to prepare herself for her future, alone, bitter and depressed. She looked around and simply continued to smoke the cigarette. A few random shards of glass sitting on the ground enext to her, she picked one up, resting the cigarette in between her lips she played with the glass, she had never cut herself. Granted she thought about it, but she would never have the balls to physically hurt herself on purpose. She stared into the glass at her reflection, she was a wreck and she didnt know why.

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YOU LOST ME - CHRISTINA AGUILERA
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[PILOT URI FERGUSON]

He spent about three and a half days in a tiny sanctuary known as the emergency room.

So much for relaxation.

After leaving Angelina at his place not long ago, he had gone to an old friend of his, asking where the hell he could go to get detoxed and fast. His friend pointed him to Columbia University and some chick named Vivian, a freshmen who was apparently a chemistry fiend. He'd been warned to not disrespect her or suffer the consequences. Apparently she wasn't mean...just awkward in that not-used-to-human-interaction sort of way. So he went to her, she gave him a couple flush pills to clean his system and vitamins to keep his strength up and all he did was not take them, inject more shit into himself, and ended up having the little Columbia freshmen rush him to the emergency room. She didn't stay and he didn't want her to. He thought he could easily detox himself and head over to the Hamptons for a weekend getaway. Well, he got a weekend getaway alright, one that involved getting his blood cleaned out and his stomach pumped for the second time.

So now he was in China Town because he finally got fed up with the hospital food and being stuck indoors. He wasn't suppose to leave; he was required to go to therapy for the next week but he skipped out on it. With the hospital bracelet still wrapped around his wrist, he sucked on his cigarette like he'd never have one again and walked with his hands deep in his pockets, dark circles under his eyes because he would stay up late just thinking. He wasn't angry anymore...just...sad for lack of a better word. Looking like a hush puppy, he reached the First Wok and ordered some chicken and broccoli because it was simply and probably wouldn't destroy his stomach. Fat chance. He ate a few bites before barfing the contents out in an alleyway like it was rat poison. The doctor had warned him about that...he should have listened. Maybe he should try another restaraunt.

Oh how stubborn he was...or hungry. Or both.

Continuing to walk, he was across the street when he saw her playing with God knows what in her hand. He probably should have explained himself but at the moment, he just didn't think she entirely deserved it. He wasn't going to be the nice guy all the time or even often. Crossing the street, he stopped in front of her while taking another deep drag from his cigarette and looked over at her while blowing it out, "I think if it we have a girl," he started simply, sounding tired, "that we should name her Linda," he paused for a moment as if thinking something over, "and if we have a boy, maybe Angelo because it's like the male version of your name," he said this as if he'd never left and like they were planning their future together or something. He was sober but he was so exhausted and he'd fallen behind in work.

Thank God for interns.

But either way, he was going to speak his mind and right now, he was thinking of baby names. He said it as if it would inevitably happen and it would because he wanted it to. Maybe not now but somewhere in the future, "You're gonna make a great mom, you know that?" another drag as he moved her hair out of her face. She really was going to make a great mom. As crazy as Pilot's mother was, and Angelina met her a couple hundred times before she passed (not the mention Pilot's mother adored her), she was a good mom. She loved Pilot and thus Pilot respected her. He wouldn't be surprised if Angelina was referred to as some crazy woman but her kids would respect her because she would love them unconditionally.

It took him three days in the hospital to realize that her having the abortion didn't mean she didn't want him. Three damned whole days.

[ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON]

As she looked at her reflection in the small piece of glass she was holding she felt her stomach do flips. Looking at herself made her sick, she was disgusted with herself. She had been disgusted since that day. She had put herself through hell and back. Injecting more and more shit into her body for the past three days. She, like Pilot had made a trip to the E.R. but acted out so much that the doctors kicked her out. Lately Lina was edgy, miserable and bitchy. More bitchy then before. Even Mason was worried.

As she sat she finally got rid of the piece of glass, throwing it across the street. It was probably not a good idea to be smoking either, considering she already felt sick and reeked of pills. She let out a soft sigh and plopped the cigarette on the ground putting it out. As she crushed it, she felt anger. Crushing it as if it was her own heart. She deserved everything she was going through right now, and she knew it.

Seeing a pair of feet in front of her, her heart stopped. She looked up and her face went pale. What the fuck was he doing here. When he pushed her hair out of her face, part of her wanted to pull away but she stayed. Letting out a frustrated puff she shook her head so her hair fell in the way she wanted it to. It was a bitchy move and she looked at him, her eyes like ice. She leaned against the wall and listened to him speak of her being a mother. She did want to have kids, some day. She would even settle for having one right now, but she knew she couldnt.

Her body was a wreck, physically and emotionally and that would probably kill her. She looked at him and smirked NO I WOULDNT, I WOULD HURT THE THING LIKE I HURT EVERYONE ELSE I LOVE.

[/color] she said simply. She was being bitter, as usual for the past three days. She simply let out a sigh and looked at him when he spat out names I DO FANCY THE NAME ANGELO[/color] she said letting a tiny smirk appear on her face. She really did love Pilot, but right now she ws beyond fucked up and she couldnt hurt him anymore then she already had.

Seeing the bracelet on his wrist she snatched his hand in hers. WHAT THE FUCK PILOT.[/color] she said simply. The ice melted a bit, she was now worried and wanted to know what he had done the past three days. She sighed and let his hand fall. She looked away not being able to look at him, it hurt. It reminded her of how much she had fucked up. She looked back at him finally, after a few seconds and waited for his answer.

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YOU LOST ME - CHRISTINA AGUILERA
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[PILOT URI FERGUSON]

"You think all our parents were perfect before they had us?" he shrugged as he blew the smoke out and then moved to be next to her, "You'd be surprised. The world's biggest fuck up could be the world's greatest parent," he took a drag shortly after, moving his eyes away from her's to the busy streets around them, packed with people selling food on carts to pedestrians rushing all over the place. It was easy going, to say the least. Just a typical day in New York City; busy hustle and bustle.

Then she grabbed his wrist and he looked down nonchalantly as if the hospital bracelet meant nothing, "I had to get my blood cleaned out. That's all," another shrug as if it meant nothing, "Not a big deal," he seemed completely not worried about it but that was how Pilot was when it came to his own health. It was never a big deal, it was never a problem. Sometimes it seemed like he was invincible but his body really was suffering and his habits didn't help in that department. He knew it was like his body was running on empty and that it would eventually break down without warning but he was savoring every moment it didn't, "We're so fucked up," he changed the subject since talking about his health was not high on his list of priorities, "we can't go back to how things were," was this like a break up?

In a way it was and in a way it wasn't. He realized this was how he could get closure of his past. Stop dwelling on it and focus on the future like finally getting clean and winning Angelina back over, "So I want to formally ask you out on a sober-date," he looked over at her with a puppy like grin, "just us two and whatever hopeless romantic thing I can think of," gently, his fingers reached over and laced loosely with her own more out of exhaustion than anything else, "wipe the slate clean," he was breaking it off and starting it up all over again from the beginning. He wanted to make this work which meant he wouldn't tell her he loved her until he truly felt it down to his fingertips. Though he did now, there was a small grudge there and the excitement of something new, despite being actually old, was enough to keep him clean probably for a while and holding on to whatever it was they used to have.

They hadn't been perfect. They thought they used to be but how could anyone in a drug induced relationship be perfect? They fed off each other's weaknesses and loved each other for it. He couldn't handle such a roller coaster relationship again. He wanted steady, someone he could have a future with, get married, have children. He wanted to take it slow not just for his sake but her own.

[ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON]

Simply shaking her head she looked at him chuckling, it wasnt supposed to be funny but she couldnt stop laughing. It was true, they were the most fucked up people that she knew, and that was saying something because this girl knew alot of fucked up people ,especially from rehab. When he spoke of how their parents werent perfect she shrugged and agreed with him in a way. I GUESS, WE WILL LEARN SOME DAY

[/color] she said smirking slightly.

She didnt want to bring up his mother, due to the fact she knew it would upset him. It somewhat upset her as well. His mother was an amazing woman, as crazy as she was, Lina loved her, as if she was a second mother. She let out a sigh thinking about it and then looked at him as he spoke and reached over taking her hand. Lina felt her heart drop, what was he doing. As the words flew out of his mouth she felt the world spin around her as if she was standing still, frozen. Her lips quivered as the word yes slid out, quietly but solid. She had wanted this, all along.

Maybe this was better, taking it slow. Compared to how they had before. They had rushed, and look what happened, she got pregnant and then fucked everything up. But that was besides the point. Lina let out a soft chuckle and looked down. I WAS ACTUALLY THINKING OF CHOPPING IT OFF[/color] she said, referring to her hair. She ran her free hand through it and shrugged. She needed a change, but that was drastic. She looked back at the hustle and bustle that was before her. She felt as if her and Pilot were the only two on the street.

Her heart was beating so hard and so fast she couldnt breath. Feeling her hands start to shake she let out a cough. Looking at him Lina couldnt help but let her mind wonder. He looked exhausted, spent, and upset. She needed to get him to rest, get back to normal, or at least try and get clean. If she wasnt going to, the least she could do was get him clean. He was killing imself, and she hated herself for just watching. YOU NEED FOOD, SLEEP, AND ALOT OF IT[/color] she said simply.

Pushing herself off the wall she led him into the food store. Sitting down at a table she looked at him eat.[/color] she said shoving a menu in front of him. The worried girlfriend trait was startign to come in. She knew that it could be annoying but she couldnt loose him, not now at least.

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GIRLS / LUST FOR LIFE
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[PILOT URI FERGUSON]

He looked over at her hair, a soft smile falling on his lips. He'd never been with a female whose hair was shorter than chin length. Not that he didn't want to or couldn't, he just liked how independent and eclectic they were; so much that he didn't want to take such things away from them. God knew he always took a woman's independence and self righteousness the second he got them in to bed. Before he knew it, however, he was sitting and there was a menu being shoved at him with the simple command, eat, being thrown into the mix. Everything was going in slow motion and he arched an eyebrow at her, "I already did," he stated as he scanned the menu, "and it ended up in a back alley. Th Doctor said that would happen so eating is out of the question," he told her with a slight bluntness to his voice as it tended to always get whenever his health became the topic of choice. He just never liked talking about it. His mother raised him to voice his opinions and concerns but his mother never really did raise him did she? His grandparents did, her parents raised him and they told him to suck it up because it was probably not as bad as the condition of the world.

It was a bit like when he was eighteen and on a snowboarding trip with the Davidsons and a couple other close friends. He'd broken his ankle while going downhill and for the rest of the trip, instead of saying his ankle was killing him and that it was probably totally broken, he made sure he didn't walk with a limp and enjoyed the rest of the trip. It wasn't until they had to go to the airport that he was forced to go to the hospital because he passed out from the pain he hadn't even realized he'd been going through the entire time....to preoccupied in everything else to give a shit about his stupid ankle. That earned him a smack upside the head by his mother who went on to baby him like he was still three and he cut his finger with a piece of construction paper.

She did the same thing when she noticed her only son was completely heartbroken. She'd fussed over him, constantly calling him, more than she usually did because he always visited and talked to his mother. She was a lonely woman and he'd be damned if she had to die alone. Well, she did...on an operating room table with three other people hovering over her like she was the Golden Globe, "You should eat," he pointed out, "because, babe...seriously...you look like you haven't eaten or slept or anything this entire time. We should take care of that," of course he would turn it on her. So typical Pilot.

Grabbing another menu, he was putting it in front of her as some waiter came over, "Just water," he asked for himself, "Bottled if possible," he said this simply as he waited patiently for her to order. He really couldn't eat anything despite how damn hungry he was. Eating was just out of the question because it wasn't possible until his blood was back to it's normal levels and maybe if he slept a bit he'd be able to eat when he woke up. Until then-just water. Water never hurt anyone...unless they were drowning in it.

[ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON]

Letting out a sigh she looked at him, shaking her head. Please try, for me? she said making a baby face at him. She knew that once he said something it was final, but she had to try, she was stubborn, persistent and pushy. It was a bad quality she had always had. Even as a child, Lina's parents said that one day she was going to be a lawyer because she was always pushing people, arguing with them or telling them they have to do something.

As she felt a menu being shoved at her she sighed and opened it, simply to give him the satisfaction of thinking about it. She noticed a few goo sounding meals, some rice, or something simple was what she was going to settle on. Her stomach had been bothering her lately, and before she was rushed to the E.R. two days ago she was throwing up everything she swallowed. It was a rough three days. After she woke up to an empty room she was ashamed, embarrassed and she felt so stupid. So stupid for falling for his tricks, however now she didnt feel as stupid.

On the second day of the Pilot withdraw Lina drugged herself, to the point where she fell down the steps and passed out. Mason rushed her to the E/R and she was there for at least three hours. She got drugged more, and started acting out. Eventually she got kicked out of the hospital and thats how she ended up locked away in her room for two days, sleeping. Lina snapped out of her thought process as Pilot spoke of how he ate, and how it ended up in the alley. Then he spoke about the doctor and she let out a sigh.

She was worried about him, and any time he went to the ER it usually wasnt good, but she wasnt going to push him into telling her what happened. She looked at him and let out another sigh. I want to decorate a christmas tree

[/color] she said randomly looking. Lina's gaze fell to the outside. Looking out the window her mind wandered to times where her, Mason, Pilot, Stella and her parents decorated the tree. Lina had ran away a week before the annual decorating event, and she had wondered if they did it. That had always been something she wanted to know, what it was like when she was gone.

When the waiter spoke she snapped out of her trance Water, please[/color] she said shooing the waiter. She hated it when people hovered, it was one of her pet peeves.

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I DONT BELIEVE YOU - PINK
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