breaking and entering >>

[raquel marisol vega]

One twist, two turn, three push, the door flew open, causing the dark haired female to stumble in. That had really worked? Wow, she never expected it to. Shifting her eyes around, the place was dark, but a light was lit in one room, she guessed that was the destination she wanted. Eyes shifting back and forth again, she tiptoed her way in, though the boots clicked on the floor every so often. She had no idea if the male of the house was home, she guessed not because she scoped for the car before. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed softly, seeing the light on within the bathroom and slowly making her way that way. Hitting her knee on a table, she cringed in pain. "Ay dios mio!" She growled, before being on her way. She reached the door and slowly pushed it open, frowning at the sight before her. This was the whole reason she had come here, to help a friend so to say, one she cared deeply for. At one point in life she loved this girl, though the feelings were still there, she suppressed them. She let out a sigh, instantly giving her position away and having to fully make herself seen from the doorway. "Shayne..." She whispered, leaning down to the girl and placing a hand on her shoulder. She had no idea what the whole story was about, but in a way it had been the latina's fault, or that's what the other female had said before. Raquel had no idea what she did, but obviously it drove her best friend into a sudden drunken fit. She seemed to learn to deal with drunken girls lately, from Izzy to Shayne, only this time she wasn't drunk as well.

Rockie wasn't really someone to show a lot of emotion, she was pretty much the same brooding emotion all the time. She was a bitch, but to people that she learned to make friends with, she changed that emotion. Shayne meant a lot to her, the reason she just broke into someone's apartment to be here for the girl. Yes, she did say break in, so if the cops were to come right now, the Latina would be instantly arrested, but she didn't really have time to worry right now. "Hey, sweetie. Come on, up off the floor, it's gross and dirty, and it seriously smells like man in here." She said, putting her hands out to the girl and hoping that she'd accept them. She surveyed the room, noticing that there were bottles littering the floor and knew it just meant the female before her was seriously drunk. Great, this just meant that Rockie had to keep her cool and not take advantage of the drunken mess. So hot though... she.. oh god no, she could not think like that right now, she kept her mind clear of any images of the female before her naked or even remotely attractive. She kept Sophie in mind, the female that just moved in with her and was starting to get closer to an actual relationship with, hopefully. Though Shayne would always be her first love, other than Lexie, she never found herself at that age attracted to a girl. Head held high, she could do this, clearly she could and she'd make sure she could with class. Rockie didn't know how to do it any other way, it was clear that she put her heart on a string once, now it was taped to her firmly. Shayne and Sophie were the only two that could grip that heart firmly, and right now Shayne's disposition was fisting it.

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[shayne veronica brennan]

Shayne had a nasty habit of drowning herself in tequila when the roads got rough. She was the one that always had a hard time dealing with things whenever her life changed; the worst part was that she had blamed things on Rockie and it was not her fault. Partially it was for having to tell her that her now ex was out with someone that happened to be Vidette’s sister. It did not make her life easy, but she knew that the blame was not on Rockie. It was on herself for not trusting Jem, especially whenever he told her that he was not cheating on her. Something about everything that had happened had stuck with her, and she was drinking tequila like it was her job every night. Thankfully she had vacation stocked up at the hospital that they were willing to work with the brunette as she tried to pull herself together. Someone had called Chris and he was somewhere in town, but for the past few days she had been staying at Landon’s again. She had no idea where he had gone that morning, but she had found one of the bottles of tequila that had been laying around the bathroom floor. Must have been a token of Landon looking out for her, because she had not left the bathroom since she could remember. Considering she was drunk most of the time she did not remember a lot of things. At that point though, she had drank so much that she had passed out on the floor.

The next thing that Shayne knew she was hearing a voice that felt so distant from her. She did not want to pull herself out of where ever she had wandered in her dreams. It was a female, and she knew that little sis was definitely in school still so who in the hell was this voice and who did it belong to? A hand was on her shoulder, and then she put it together that it was Rockie. In all honesty it was the last person in the whole world that she figured would be at Landon’s house right now. Shayne knew that Rockie cared about her, but she had not expected her to come to the house to check up on her. Shayne’s voice was muffled as she listened to Rockie, and then spoke. “No. I’m not moving.” It was the truth, and Landon had yet to physically remove her. Anyone that knew her should know that the bathroom floor was her comfort place, and surrounded with tequila was also the place that she would rather be. She moved her head and pulled the hair away from her face as she looked up at Rockie before speaking again. “What are you doing here, Rockie? I’m fine.” It was a total lie as the mascara stained tears were on her cheeks and she tried to push herself up off the floor. It was not what she wanted her best friend to see, but there she was a mess with her brown tresses everywhere in a knotty mess. If only people would understand what this was going through her head, and no one really seemed to grasp just how much she really missed him. This was not going to get easier as time passed, because sitting against the wall was only making her heart ache, at least when she was laying on the floor she felt like she was pieced together a little bit.

[raquel marisol vega]

Much like her name, things had certainly been getting rocky. For a while, Raquel had been spying on Shayne's boyfriend, who was now ex-boyfriend, to see if he had been cheating. Her and Lexie would go out to scout for him, and noticed he was with some girl, this only confirmed when they saw the female with him again. Doing the friendly deed, Rockie told Shayne what she saw, and she guessed things sorta took a turn for the worst after that. She never meant it to harm the relationship, just let Shayne know what was going on, since obviously Jem wasn't telling her shit. It was one of the reasons which brought Rockie here today, she came to help put her Sunshine back together again. Breaking into the boys house was probably a bad idea, but she was happy that she learned that, since it gained her access to be a hero instead of a villain for once. Drowning yourself in alcohol, it seemed that was what Shayne was trying to do, and she'd seen this with Izzy as well. Though she landed in the same bed as Izzy, she knew this wouldn't happen with Shayne, no matter how much Rockie wanted it to. Tonight, she was going to make sure she was there for her best friend, in body and soul.

It seemed like Rockie was going to actually apply herself to this one, get Shayne up with some strength. She took some kickboxing lessons, so the strength in her legs were there, she could lift Shayne easily. "Sunshine, you really need to listen to me, you're drunk... and I really don't think you're okay." She whispered, wiping away some of the stray tears on the other female's face. She hated seeing her friend like this, it really did pain her and right now she felt the need to get the girl to a bed. She sat in front of the brunette, running her fingers through those knotted locks of hers and putting her hands to rest on the girls' cheeks. "Shayne, I'm sorry... and I hate seeing you so broken up, please let me help." She tried everything, that bitchy attitude completely disappearing. Though, when it seemed like Shayne had no means to get up, Rockie was going to have to do the leg work. Her and the Latina were pretty much the same height, well Shayne was actually a bit taller than her. "Okay fine." She grumbled, leaning forward and locking her arms around the small girl's waist. A hug... a simple hug, that's what she was doing. This was rare, Rockie was never one to show much emotion so hugging was a step for her. She wanted to make Shayne feel better, she wanted to make her feel like she was before, without all the heartache. Though she knew that she couldn't do that much, at least it was helping her to start putting piece by piece back together again. She buried her face in the female's neck for a moment, sighing then grimacing. "You reek of alcohol." She pulled back within arms length, frowning at the girl. Seeing her like this was just horrible, it reminded her of how she had been just a few weeks ago. A mess sitting on Izzy's steps, complaining that she drove Shayne away from her and everything was ruined. Sophie coming back into her life just made it worse, now she had two girls on her hands and neither of them liked her in that way. "I sorta broke in, don't tell." She smirked, trying to make her Sunshine smile again, at least a little.

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[shayne veronica brennan]

Shayne Brennan did not deal with change in her life well, and whenever that change was a major part of her life it made everything else worse. The brunette had been so certain that Landon had disappeared to go pick her brother up, that may have been where he disappeared to. She was drunk off her ass, like she had been since the break-up. It was how the brunette worked, and she was completely attached to the bottles of tequila that scattered the floor. She was tired and had fallen asleep, and she was tired of everything. Men, falling to pieces, and hoping that things would finally work itself out. Instead she was holed up in the bathroom and refusing to leave. Not until Rockie had decided to break into Landon’s house. That relationship a little more complicated than it needed to be, what with the drunken kissing and not knowing where they stood. That was a whole other fiasco that she was not ready to delve into just yet. She needed to get over loving Jem and then focus on the moving on part. There was no way that if she wanted anything to happen with Landon that she was going to jump right on into something new. She needed to figure herself out and fix herself. Which was whenever Rockie’s voice touched her ears; Shayne knew that she was drunk. It was a well known fact that Shayne drank her face off whenever she was upset about something so it was no different that this would happen. “So what? I have been drunk before, and I am fine.”

Also knowing that this line was not going to work, because she was far from fine. Rockie being there meant something, and there was no denying that Shayne knew this already. The apology running from her lips was something that in her drunken state did not believe. There were a lot of apologies running out of people’s lips lately and it was just something that she doubted. “How in the hell do you expect to help?” It was hard for her to be stern, especially whenever her words were slurring together in a drunken stupor. It didn’t matter what was being said, but Rockie’s arms wrapped around her waist and was pulling her up from the ground. It was not what she wanted, but maybe it was what she needed. She chuckled lightly whenever Rockie said she reeked of alcohol, but her voice was soft and full of laughter. “Yeah, point? I have been drunk for days.What in the hell do you expect from me?”It was true, she did not know what people expected from her as she wallowed in her own self inflicted heart ache. “And I don’t care what you did. I’m glad you are here.” That was true, the last thing that she needed was to be alone. She tried to finish heaving herself up and standing on her own drunken feet. She started to slump again, but she moved back against the sink to catch herself. “I should probably change my clothes. Help me?”

[raquel marisol vega]

The stress that was weighing down on Shayne was something that Rockie couldn't even picture, nor did she really want to anyway. It was tough when you got rejected, she knew what that felt like but obviously she could handle it a lot better. The Latina had been denied once or twice by Shayne, never asking again after the second time, there was really no point. She drank a lot when she was upset, she must of gotten that from being best friends with her Sunshine for so long. She wallowed with Izzy, now it seemed like she was going to wallow with Shay. Rockie really needed to get a better life than this, with Sophie living with her now, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. Raquel barely remembered her and Shay's drunken kisses, but she knew she woke up the next morning feeling like she was wanted, though it slowly disappeared when the headache started. The drunken brunette had no interest in her, and this was something that was obvious for a long time now, a feat that Rockie had very much so given up on. Right now, she needed to be here, right now she was staying completely sober to help pick up the pieces. Sure, Landon was around to help Shay, but there needed to be a female touch somewhere. "Yup, you're fine, I see that." She taunted, poking Shay in the forward and knowing that if she had been standing she would of fallen on her ass. Help was needed, and Rockie was here to apply that for as long as possible. She didn't want to conflict with Landon, she didn't even want to see the horse face boy, the only reason she tolerated him was because of Shayne. If she had it her way, the boy would be flat on his back by now, taken down by a girl might knock him down a few pegs. She pushed the fugly boy out of her mind right now, concentrating on getting Sunshine back to the way she was, though knew she needed more time than just one night.

Rockie didn't go out on a limb for just anyone, she needed to actually have some respect for the person before she did something like this. As of right now, there were only three people that could make her do this, Shayne being one, Sophie and Lexie being the other two. She broke into some guys house, who she didn't actually care for and would steal from later on before she left, and was now doing her best to get the drunken brunette off the floor. "Don't give me attitude, drunky." She snorted, grimacing at the female and crossing her arms below her chest. "I expect you to at least thank me for dealing with your smelly drunken ass." She said, before noticing Shayne was getting to her feet or trying to rather. She slipped under the female, placing an arm around her waist and pulling Shayne's arm over her shoulder. "Lean on me, and if you're falling, I'll catch you." She said, nudging the other female forward. The gratitude finally came, which caused Rockie to smile a bit, but only for a moment. She knew Shayne needed her more than ever right now, and she didn't plan on going anywhere. If Landon came home, she'd bolt, but right now she was going to help her brunette friend as much as possible. She managed to get the female to the bed, making sure she was seated before standing in front of her. "You know, we really changed roles here." She nodded, before looking around for some sort of large t-shirt. Finding one hanging out of a draw, she grabbed it, not really caring whose it was but it was big enough to be a dress on Shay. "Arms up, and do not bite me this time like you did the last time I did this for you." She warned, placing her finger tips on the hem of Shay's shirt, waiting for her to lift her arms. This was never the easy part, she always felt like she was dressing a six year old for bed. Rockie never did well with the motherly duties of taking care of drunk people, though she'd been taking care of a sick Sophie for a week now, so she was getting the hang of it.

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