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15 December 2005 @ 08:32 pm
You came to me from some secret place  
Admittedly Edie was the last person I expected to show up at my art gallery opening. I wasn't disappointed that she was there, just...surprised I guess. Edie had made it more than clear to me last year that she wanted nothing else to do with me. I sort of got that impression between her sleeping with Anita, making a public spectacle out of me in one of her shows and generally blowing me off the last time I saw her. It wasn't my fault that I was confused by all the feelings I had for her! I wasn't a lesbian. At least not technically. I'd never really had feelings for a girl before like I had for Edie. Maybe a few times back in high school when I was drunk or strung out on something I thought Parker was kind of hot for all of ten seconds but it wasn't the same thing. And the fact that Edie told me she'd never slept with Anita didn't really hold much water at this point.

My show went over pretty well and as expected- Margaret Chenowith ended up dropping at least a few grand in my photographs. I didn't even know where she'd hang them considering her living room was a shrine to Billy's collection. Not that I blamed her for that. Not only was Billy her son, he was also a brilliant artist. I kept telling him all night that he should have his own show but he would just glare back at me before smiling and telling me it was my night to shine. I knew what the real story was, unfortunately. Billy hadn't picked up a camera in months. Not since they upped his new dosage of meds and I knew it was just another part of the endless Billy cycle. He goes on his meds and turns into a zombie. When you're a zombie? You couldn't really make any art. So he'd get frustrated and come off the meds only to completely flip out and pull some crazy shit like he did with my brother that one time. I was just hoping that he could keep it together this time. He swore to me that he would but I knew if he went crazy again Nate was going to flip out. He already hated the fact that I was living with Billy anyway.

I was on my way home from school when I pulled over into the grassy lot I'd been spending the last few afternoons in. Just me and my hearse and my wizard shaped bong and no one else to bother me. Even if Billy did call me oh say twenty five fucking times everytime I was home late from school. He'd been acting really weird lately and I knew I should just be happy that he managed to be nice and not ruin my art show but still. He was kind of driving me insane and if both of us were going insane it was just going to end badly.

I ignored the incessant buzzing of my phone as I packed my bong and turned up the radio in my car. My head rested up against the cool window as the hot sun beat down through the trees and suddenly I was kind of bored. I mean, I was high but I kind of wanted to hang out. And definitely not with Billy, he was just going to kill the buzz that I had going. Chewing on my lower lip I began going through my phone list. Anita. No. Russel. Definitely not. Jimmy...probably not a good idea. My thumb rested lightly on the button just as I hit Edie's name in my phone book. Edie. I was supposed to call her for a drink anyway and sure it was a little early for drinking but it was never too early to drive around and get high with me. Besides, I'd kind of missed Edie. The least I could do was call her. Right?

I bit my lip. Part of me wanting to just say fuck it and not bother with her since that was pretty much how she'd dealt with me up until recently. Then the other part of me remembered how much I missed her. Before I could talk myself out of it I dialed her number and pressed the phone to my ear, waiting for her to pick up.

"Hey Edie. It's Claire. What are you up to?"
 
 
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