Jeff was really having a good day today. The voices weren’t bothering him as much, and he didn’t want to argue it. He hated being alone anymore, and so as soon as his friend said she wanted to come over, he jumped at the chance. He didn’t care what he had to do, he didn’t want to be alone.
Jeff went to the bathroom, trying to make himself look presentable. He brushed his hair and teeth, and shaved, There’s the old Jeff we all knew and loved, he smiled when he heard the knock. “Come on in, Mere!”
Meredith grinned and enveloped Jeff in to a quick hug before stepping foot inside. It felt like it had been A long while since the last two had held a long discussion no she was looking forward to talking with him again. “So how’ve you been?” She asked with a slight tilt of the head.
Meredith had an event full day planned out. What better way to spend a brisk fall day with your husband than raking leaves for some of the older Chicagoan residents? That was until he had to cancel their plans for work matters had just came up. Not wanting to abandon ol’ miss Millie who had her three cats and couldn’t rake her yard, she attempted to call Denise. Denise as it turns out, was also busy. So she went to the next best thing.
Meredith turned up outside of Jeff’s apartment and knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. She had called him before to confirm that he was free and was overly excited when he said his day was open. So she had on her jacket, thin gloves, and was ready for a day of work, jumping in leaves, and catching up with a friend.
Psst hey. Hey. I know sometimes the dash here goes dead but it’s been almost two weeks does that mean the rp has died? I sure hope not bc you guys have been here for like a year and that’s not something I’d want to throw away :c
pffffttt. No matter the lack of activity I’m in too much denial that all eps end to let this one ever end. School is happening and getting busy but I’m sure soon we’ll be on. So yeAH.
Darren trew his head back and swalloed the tears that kept on wanting to fall. He couldn’t do this anymore. He felt lost. He felt like he was dead inside. The Hollywood life was slowly making him slip into a deep depression and he missed the good old days. That led to thoughts of Julia and how much he missed her. And their friends. It wasn’t long before he called in sick at work for a week. They could fire him for all he cared, but he needed his friends support.
A few hours later found him on the airport texting Meredith to pick him up if she was able to. If not he’d find himself a cab.
Meredith heard her text tone from her phone go off as soon as she head the timer on the oven too. She perked up really when she recognized it as Darren’s tone. Normally she didn’t have special text tones, but she always liked to be alerted when Darren texted. She hardly ever got to see him. Going for the phone instead of the cookies she was attempting to bake, she picked up her iPhone and a grin spread across her face. She replied to Darren forgetting about her cookies and went in to her bedroom throwing on a fresh shirt and her cardigan. She was nearly out the door, when it was she remember about her burning goods. Taking out the tray she sighed at the burnt cookies then places them on the counter, shutting the oven off and heading out to see Darren.
"Mmm," he said in assent. To be perfectly honest, he wasn’t really paying attention, a plan was forming in his mind. There was plenty of paint, it wouldn’t hurt if a bit-or a lot-ended up on them instead of the wall. Plus, it would make a really good story and some good pictures. Under the pretense of painting the corner, he grabbed a paint brush and dipped it in paint, took aim, and flicked a glob at Meredith, then looked innocently away and painted the wall.
Meredith was starting to focus less on actuall painting and thought more about turning music on, that would probably have been a good thing to have. However, she felt the coolness of paint land on her leg and drip down the side. Her mouth opened wide in shock as she looked down at her leg then over at Brian. Meredith grasped the roller in her hand and squeezed out as much paint as she could then flicked it over at Brian.
Brian was grateful for her small gestures of not using her powers. He’d stopped using his because every time he did, he got out of his own control, and he hated that. But it didn’t matter, he could be as normal as possible now, which he had learned wasn’t always a bad thing. “Alright,” he said, his grin widening. He grabbed a roller and dipped it in paint, starting on the opposite side of the wall from Meredith. “So why are we painting, again?”
Meredith smiled painting in silence for a few moment, she stepped down and refilled her bush a got back to work as Brian asked his next question. “I didn’t like the color of the original ones. So I decided enough was enough and that we souks paint over them,” she said with a small shrug.
"No I don’t mind," he said, leaning against the door frame and taking a closer look at the room. All of the furniture was pushed up against one wall, and there were several paint cans littered across the floor. "You want help?" he asked with a grin.
"Good," Meredith said with a smile as she opened a can and poured it on to a paint tray. "Wellllll, if you’re offering I won’t say no," she said with a grin as she looked over at him, and dipped her roller in the paint. Meredith laughed softly,and grabbed the stepping stool from and opened it up. She easily could’ve reached to top of the wall by simply using her powers, but she didn’t want to. It never felt fair when she used hers and Brian didn’t get to use his. "There’s more brushes and rollers in the bag" she said and pointed to a bag in the corner and starter to lay the soft green color on the walls.
Brian was trying to avoid anything to do with Breaking Bad, he did not want to get into that show, his life was already ruined enough. But when he heard something heavy scraping across the floor in the bedroom, he stood up, suddenly worried that someone was in his house. Slowly, he crept across the apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible. He flung the door open, and saw Meredith shoving the furniture across the room, and he relaxed, until he realized that all of the furniture was in disarray. “Uh, whatcha doin, Mere?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.
Meredith had moved most of the things out of the way for now, and was about to start laying down a sheet so as not to get paint on the carpet when Brian walked in. “Oh, Um you know just renovating,” she said casually laying the sheet down on the ground. “You don’t mind do you? The color was uh, starting to annoy me,” she said and gestured to the wall.
Meredith woke up that morning and couldn’t help but stare at the walls in the bedroom. She had done this on a few occasions before but she never really did anything about it. It bugged her, the way they were so white and plain. Simply it was a time for a change. She thought over her descions later that morning as she stood in the check out line, she probably should’ve ran her ideas and complains over Brian before deciding to work on anything but something about it was just bothering her to the core about those walls.
She paid for her paint supplies and headed on back home, it was her day off and she was going to get stuff done. She entered the apartment not really focusing on where Brian might be and began moving furniture out of the room, excited for her new project and fresh new start.
//yooooo who wants to para if anyone is on the dash and not on the Facebook lol okei