never say never ., « Thread Started on Jul 18, 2009, 7:55pm »
THE CONCEPT OF DEATH had become an everyday thought for eric theodore andrews. the past two years had been some of the most accomplishing, difficult, scary, best, and worst years of his life. his late father, the famous general johnson, was the only reason he had even considered enlisting in the first place. he knew he probably wouldn't get special treatment if he got called in, he had a different name now, and he was prefectly fine with that. you see, teddy andrews had never been one for taking the easy way out of anything. it suited his stubborn , strong willed personality better to fight his way, tooth and nail, through things. truth be told, training for combat was easier for him than for most people. he was a naturally fit fellow, with excellent aim and an amazing knack for leading and encouraging the men. he had a selfless and heroic streak within him that his superiors valued, and they often called on that side of teddy frequently out on the filed. he had common sense, was firm but never overly rude or cruel, and he always did what was best for his men. it wasnt long before word got around that mr. andrews was actually the son of the late army great, mr. johnson. and as that point, people started asking him questions about his life. who he wrote home to, siblings, lovers, other family. teddy was more than happy to tell anyone who asked about his beloved baby sister, riley andrews, one of the most important people in his life. he told them about how his parents had died in a tragic car accident when he was nine, and how he had been living the andrews ever since. how he never really considered mr andrews as a father, but he took the andrews name for riley when he was fifteen years old. and if they were really lucky, he would tell them who he wrote home to every single day.
KENYA CORTEZ... KENYA HAD been the one person he had ever fallen truly, deeply in love with. he carried a picture of them around in his fatigues, in a pocket close to his heart. he would tell them that before he left, she told him she couldn't wait for him, she couldn't stand not knowing whether or not he would return home in one piece or in a body bag. and that was why teddy wrote to her. that was also why he tucked away every letter he ever wrote to kenya in a tiny lunch box, one letter for every single day he had ever been away. everytime he told the story, one of his men always asked him, "are you going to end up giving them to her if you ever get home?" to this, he always replied, "when i get home, i dont know. i think i will." he had never stopped writing her letters, not until he got into the accident. taht day had been his worst, which was saying something considering he'd seen several of his friends die in combat the past two years. they had been in a caravan, in one of the cars nearest the end. teddy had just cracked a joke about something, and the men were all laughing when it happened. the roadside bomb destroyed the front of the truck, fire lacing out the back as the ass end of the truck pitched up, tossing teddy and his men out of the truck, which also left them exposed and vulnerable to flying metal and shrapnel. they hit the ground with sickening thumps, sounds that teddy would never, ever forget. he had been aware of only two things. his pain, radiating from his left side, and the fact that he might never be able to see kenya again. never be able to see her beautiful eyes or hear her silly laugh. shortly after those thoughts crossed her mind, he said a short prayer, and lost consciousness. when he came to again, he was in a hospital in israel. his injuries had needed more medical attention than the boys down in iraq could offer. when teddy asked one of the RN's attending him what happened to his team, he was told the awful news: he and one other man, out of a group of twelve, were the only survivors.
TEDDY WALKED AWAY FROM that day with a broken and torn arm. pieces of metal from the bomb and car had sliced so deeply into his skin, they had severed several muscles in his shoulder and back, and the metal had to be surgically removed. he had also messed up his left leg, badly spraining it and pulling tendons and muscles, but that was only from the way he had fallen. he had neglected to tell riley the extent of his injuries when he had spoken to her sister only fifteen minutes before, when he had been cooped up in a debrief room. he had also told her he and some men were being debriefed, which was a lie. he had been stalling. he didn't know how he was supposed to go back to living a normal life now. it all seemed so strange to him, how was he going to manage it? two years living on meager rations, constant exposure to the sun, and constant physical strain had left him looking rugged and peaky. his right hand moved up to stroke at the beginnings of a beard growing on his face, which he knew he'd have to shave immediately. however, he couldn't go home just yet. even though he was still dressed in his fatigues, even though he was so sore and his arm was aching worse than it had since he'd been injured, he had to go to her house. he had gotten the taxi driver to agree to stop by kenya's place only because it was on the way to riley's and his own. when the cab stopped, he stared at the house for a moment before opening the door and dragging his aching body out. he reached back into the car before shutting the door to pick up that lunch box with all of her letters in it. he then turned and began limping towards the door, his face stoic like any good soldier's would be. he hobbled up her steps, leaning over to place the box at the foot of the door when the pain laced through his back and his left shoulder. he cursed, loudly, backing into the door roughly with his right shoulder, leaning his head against it, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to deal with his pain. he sure hoped she wasn't home, because if she was, she definitely would have heard that bit. his breath was coming out in gasps, and his eyes were still shut as he slowly backed away from the door, instead leaning on the wall right next to it, trying to control his pain, praying to god she didn't come to that door.
STATUS: not done! TAGGED: kenya cortez (kelly bby) LISTENING TO: come on, come out by a fine frenzy NOTES: this post made me sad. and it made me laugh. teddy is a fail. LOL. ily <3 OUTFIT:here; plus he's got a sling and a cast on his left arm, and he's limping quite a bit. he's a fail. CREDITS: text to sparklyfreakout
Re: never say never ., « Reply #1 on Jul 19, 2009, 6:17am »
IT HAD BEEN A while since kenya cortez had felt truly happy. there were things, previously, she felt guilty about. she had been permanently upset for about two years and in all honesty, she didn’t know when the sorrow was going to end. sure, it had been subdued for a while now, but she still felt it there, a burn deep in her chest. it had been there ever since the day the one person she had ever truly been in love with, had left to fight in the terror war in israel. however much she begged and pleaded with her boyfriend, he had told her it was his duty, and she had watched helplessly as his truck had drive away, driven to a place where she feared she would loose him forever. where she would never be able to hear his throaty laugh at her failure jokes, or see his auburn coloured eyes stare back into hers, with the same deep feelings of emotion she was sure were shown through her own. it burned to much to think about and from then, kenya tried not to. but it was hard, and was soon to become ever harder. little less then three weeks after teddy had left to risk his life in the stupid war their president had started, kenya found out she was expecting their baby. as she broke down in the doctors surgery, she made a decision she would live to regret for the rest of her life. she booked herself in for a termination. she didn’t want her baby knowing that it had a good chance it’s father would never return. she couldn’t bring that baby up all by herself. it would be too much, had the baby looked too much like teddy. staring into those same auburn eyes everyday … kenya knew she wasn’t thinking straight, but she had no other choice. and two weeks later, her baby was gone. a perfect boy. she named him theodore, after his father.
NOT A DAY WENT by when she didn’t regret her decision. she thought herself selfish, callous … and it all added to the burning desire, the burning pain she still felt for teddy. and she knew that by now, he would have moved on, had bigger issues to think about. but could he not take the time to contact her, let her know he was still alive ? that is, if he was still alive. kenya refused to accept the fact that his life may have been lost, along with the many others who had died so tragically while fighting for their country. every morning she woke, expecting to see his face resting peacefully beside hers in the bed. for a split second, she was happy. before she realised it was never again going to become a reality. and although she blamed him for going, it was partly her fault, too. she had told him, when he’d insisted on going and told her she couldn’t stop him, she’d told him she wouldn’t wait for him. couldn’t wait for him. she wouldn’t wait to hear the news of his death, that was something she wasn’t willing to accept for him. and once he’d left, kenya tried her best not to think negative. she kept pictures of the two of them together, hung up around her home and a picture she adored of him in her purse. there were times she felt like ripping these out and throwing them away, having had enough of keeping in suspense, watching the news for reports of another death. because no matter what she told him, she had been waiting for him. for the past two years, kenya had become glued to the early morning news, waiting for the grim report of another death and feeling pity for those who had lost a loved one. she waited in despair for teddy’s name to be read … but it never came. and soon enough, she stopped watching. four months ago, kenya had given up all hope. she had to accept it – teddy wasn’t coming home. she had to move on. she needed to stick by her word and show how strong she could be, without him. but the burning pain never left her.
AS SHE WAS WOKEN by the sound of her alarm beeping, telling her she’d slept long enough, her eyes squinted at the sunlight filtering through the curtains of her small, sydney home. her small, chocolate coloured dog, jasper, was sleeping peacefully at the end of her bed, his little chest rising and falling without a care in the world. there were mornings when kenya wished she could swap places with jasper. he didn’t have to worry about love, or life. he just carried on as normal, no matter what the weather or what happened. kenya slid herself out of bed and pushed her feet into her slippers. as she walked along the wooden floor, she reached the end of the bed and ticked jasper behind his ears. he gave a low, long sigh and one tired eye flicked open, gazing around and finally seeing kenya. his other eye opened, sensing breakfast would soon be up, and he stretched before bounding off the bed and beating kenya down the stairs. a small, delicate laugh escaped her lips as she followed him down into the kitchen, a yawn over taking her for a moment. sighing, she filled up jaspers dog bowl, who looked undeniably happy to see his breakfast. kenya stroked the chocolate dog once again, before grabbing herself a biscuit and going back upstairs. it was there she jumped in the shower, loving the feeling of the warm water cascading down her back, washing all her worries away. her fingers combed through her long, brunette hair as it curled underneath the wetness. after a good ten minutes, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. going back to the bedroom, she opened her wardrobe and began to look through her clothes, when from downstairs, a loud bark sounded out. jasper only barked when there was someone outside, or the doorbell had been pressed. kenya quickly threw on knee length green jogging bottoms and a white tank top, before throwing a grey hoodie lying on the end of her bed over herself. her hair being tied up quickly, she rushed down the spiral staircase to find jasper at the front door, barking loudly. kenya’s eyebrows creased as she placed her hand on the handle and carefully pulled the door towards her just the slightest bit, leaving a gap for her to see what jasper was barking at, if anything. there, leaning against the wall, was a figure. kenya’s eyes widened and she shook her head, refusing to believe what she saw. ”no, no, no,” she murmured to herself, opening the door a bit more and stepping out into the warm sydney sun. ”what … you … but … no, this isn’t real,” she stammered, her hands beginning to shake as she stared at the injured, war torn, blonde haired idiot standing in front of her. she swallowed, and finally, managed to say, ”what are you doing here?” in a small, scared voice.
STATUS: finito TAGGED: eric theodore andrews ( sammaaayyy ) LISTENING TO: beautiful, trading yesterday NOTES: this made me sad toooo. il them already, lolol. ilyttt. <33 OUTFIT:hereee, bby; CREDITS: i stole ur templatez. lolol. SAM !
Re: never say never ., « Reply #2 on Jul 23, 2009, 9:42pm »
IT WAS SLIGHTLY SILLY that after all of this time, he thought she might still be thinking about him. who was he to say that he had any hold over her at all? he may have thought about her all this time, completely unable to get over her in any way, but there was no telling that it was the same for her. though she would have very much liked her to feel that way, he'd left her. he'd ignored her wishes for him to stay, and he'd left. of course, he thought that he was right in that. that it was his choice and right to go away and fight for their country, to support it and be strong. but she hadn't seen it that way, and to teddy, that had been a damn shame. he knew that he had no right to think he had any claim over her anymore, that was ridiculous. before... maybe. then, he'd known for sure that they had been in love. he'd known for sure that she was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. turns out, the rest of his life might have only been a couple more years. luckily, he'd kicked that assumption in the ass by returning here to sydney, alive and well. okay, so maybe not well. clearly, the sling and limp proved that wrong, but that was besides the point he was trying to make to himself. the point was, he hadn't been able to get over his feelings for kenya at all while he had been gone.
OF COURSE, THOUGH, HE had been dwelling on them. with the writing of his letters, he made it nearly impossible to ever forget about her. every second of every hour of every day when he was awake, he thought about her. when bullets had been whizzing past his head and other members of his team, he thought about her. when he laid on his cot at night, thoroughly exhausted and praying for salvation, he thought about her. kenya kielle cortez was impossible for teddy to forget. not once in the two years he was gone did he forget her touch, or her smile, or her kiss, or her laugh. but there were no guarantees that she hadn't been trying her hardest to forget about him. teddy hated the fact that he might worry her with his well being while he was away. he had talked to the other men about the effect this had on their significant others and wives, and they all agreed it was torture for them. that they couldn't stop worrying about their husbands or boyfriends away at war, and it left a good number of them depressed or turning to different things to drown their troubles, like drugs or alcohol. he didn't want that for kenya, not even a fraction of it. once again, he might have been silly for thinking that she'd worry that much. he knew she loved him, it had been obvious in her every look and touch and in her words, but for some people, it was very easy to forget. maybe she'd pushed her out of her mind easily. maybe coming to her house today was a mistake. maybe he was just causing them both more heart ache by showing up unannounced and inevitably dragging up the past. if teddy had to stop and tell you the truth, he was afraid. it'd be like pulling his teeth to get him to admit it, but it was true. he was horribly afraid of the rejection that might be facing him. he wouldn't blame her if she told him to get the hell off her porch after being gone for god knows how long, being god knows where, without a word.
HE WOULD HAVE COME back sooner if he could have. she must have known that. but he wasn't sure if she'd be able to forgive him for it. he could have told her that he was okay from time to time, but really, for all she knew, he could be dead right now. there had been times where he wished he had died, mostly after he'd seen his friends get shot, or they'd get a letter saying that one of their loved ones had died. he knew that he wouldn't get one about kenya if something bad happened to her. one about riley, maybe, but not her. and that killed him. teddy wished every single day that everything was well with her, that she was living the life she wanted, and despite himself, that if she was missing him, it wasn't the horrible kind of missing that he felt. the kind of missing that tore you up inside and made you long for the day you'd be able to touch someone again. he'd had that feeling the entire cab ride over to her house, he still had it the moment he stepped out of the cab and onto that sidewalk, walking up the path, knocking on her door. go figure he'd hurt himself. go figure he'd make enough noise to wake up china. he almost didn't hear her through the fog his pain was creating. but then she was right in front of him. he listened to his words with a sinking heart, grimacing in pain when he straightened, giving her an extremely pained smile. "yup, it's me. sorry to stop by unexpected." his words were punctuated by grimaces and his tone was strained and tense. he then gestured to the lunch box on the ground, and said, his voice breathy, "i came... to give you... that." slight pauses as he caught his breath, the pain in his back and arm subsiding. he finally straightened the rest of the way, giving her a long look. she was amazingly, stunningly beautiful as always. that was one thing that would never change. but teddy hated the look of fear he saw in her eyes, and that she seemed to be afraid of him. it was beginning to tear at him, as he stared down into her eyes.
STATUS: done! TAGGED: kenya cortez (kelly bby) LISTENING TO: she is, the fray NOTES: one: i love you. two: im sorry this took foreverrr. three: im sorry this also sucks. OUTFIT:here CREDITS: text to sparklyfreakout
Re: never say never ., « Reply #3 on Aug 3, 2009, 10:03am »
THE DAY THAT TEDDY had left for the war had been one of the worst days kenya had ever experienced. there had been worse moments, true, but loosing the one person she’d ever loved with all her heart, and felt wanted when she was around him, was one of the worst feelings she’d ever had to feel. what made it worse was the fact that, no matter what she said, teddy would be leaving, heading towards the place his life was most likely to be cut short by heartless, thoughtless murderers. there was no doubting how much kenya hated the terror ripping through the world right then, and the fact that teddy was going to fight in made the pain all that much worse. and there was no lying that over those two years, kenya had been able to think of nothing else. she wasn’t a registered spouse, or anything for that matter, to teddy, so nobody would contact her if something terrible happened to him. kenya would rely on the news for that – although everybody knew that even if she heard something, she’d refuse to believe it anyway. teddy still had a hold over her, an unbreakable one – a distance of a few thousand miles, empty words of not waiting and disguised feelings – none of those could make any difference to it. it was still there, no matter how much kenya wanted or didn’t want it. kenya always wondered how teddy was faring out there, in the war zone. she knew he was tough, she was one of the few people to crack through that exterior. but she wondered whether he was hurting, whether he was being brave and covering it up, like always. it pained kenya to think of the one person she had ever loved hurt, injured, moments away from death. she wouldn’t think about it. she couldn’t. to refused to.
KENYA'S FAMILY HAD BEEN the best support she could ask for, but none of them understood the pain she felt when she arrived home to an empty house, the house she had once shared with teddy. never knowing whether his laugh would echo through the small house once more, or whether his dirty clothes would be strewn everywhere for kenya to pick up, with a roll of her eyes. there were times when kenya had gone to the army base here in sydney, to meet up with the other wives and significant others. it had been a small relief – somewhere she could relate to people, where they knew her pain, too. admittedly, some of them handled it worse, and kenya knew that, as bizarre as it sounded, she was one of the lucky ones. her and teddy didn’t have any children to worry about – although the guilt that they could have also plagued kenya’s mind everyday. would she tell teddy about that in the years to come, if she ever saw him again ? she didn’t know for sure that, when he came back alive, he would come back to her. she was sure he had found someone else while he was away, someone he’d fallen for like he’d done for kenya once upon a time. of course, with no word through letter or mouth, like all the other lovers seemed to have at the base, it didn’t help reassure kenya that teddy still thought about her, that he even wanted her any more. would it have been so much trouble to at least let her know of that ? goddamn, two years ! through all the upsetting feelings, and the pain, kenya was angry – she was beyond angry. at teddy for leaving her in the first place – but no reassurance, at all, over two years. kenya knew it was selfish to be angry with him, but it wasn’t like she could send him letters – she had no idea where they would be based at that day, she knew they moved around all the time to avoid warfare. in all honesty, kenya used the angry feelings as cover up for the upsetting feelings. she was a tough girl, kenya cortez, anybody who knew her could tell you that. she wasn’t ready to break down in front of people, apart from teddy and her family – so the angry feelings covered up the fact that inside, permanently, she was breaking down.
AND NOW, STANDING HERE kenya felt all previous emotions rush back. she stared at teddy, not caring what emotions were showing on her face. he was hurt, injured – and her instinct told her to rush over and help him, see if he was okay, ask him what he needed or wanted. she couldn’t bear to see him like this and the only other thing she wanted to do, was turn around for a moment, turn back and find it was all an image, something she’d been imagining. she blinked, slowly, but as her eyes opened and she took in her surroundings, everything was the same. he was still there, his pain obvious, standing at her front door. the guy she hadn’t seen for six months was standing in front of her, and kenya couldn’t get her head around her … was she wasting her time ? he probably wasn’t here to see her, anyway. he’d probably been walking past and suddenly been crippled by pain, and it just so happened to be her door he’d fallen rest upon. kenya knew how unlikely that was, considering he’d lived here before, but she wouldn’t allow herself to think anything else. if he was here to see her, he was messing with her. he couldn’t be back in sydney – it didn’t once occur to her that, because of his injures, he’d been sent home. she shook her head now, still in disbelief, staring at him through her chocolate brown eyes. suddenly, teddy straightened, smiled at her and spoke. his voice melted through her as it had done last year, or the previous year, as if they’d been together the whole time and he’d never left her. kenya could even sense the pain as he spoke, taking in sharp breaths all the way through, his face screwing up as he grimaced due to it. kenya suddenly spotted the box, resting on the ground, her eyes falling on it carefully. she bent down and picked it up, popping it open and finding all the letters inside. her mouth ajar slightly, a small gasp emitted as she picked one up and ran it through her fingers. ”i thought you didn’t want to talk to me,” she mumbled, mainly to herself, tearing open one letter and quickly scanning through the contents, her eyes tearing up slightly as she did so. suddenly, she put the box down and let the letter float gently to the ground, before stepping closer to teddy, close enough she could reach out and touch him. her fingers brushed against his skin, savouring the feel as if he’d disappear when she blinked again. ”you should … uhm, you should come in,” she bustled, a confused look on her face. ”you’re in pain,” she stated simply, looking in pain herself. she hated seeing him like this.
STATUS: finished ! TAGGED: eric theodore andrews ( sammaaayyy ) LISTENING TO: falling over me, demi lovato NOTES: this took forever, toooo ! sorrrry, ily. <3 but i watched the first season of oth and it gave me inspiration. (: & sorrrrry the last paragraph is rllly long. OUTFIT:hereee, bby CREDITS: i stole ur templatez. lolol. SAM !
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