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Evan drove home, speeding along the highway.

His house rested on the crest of the town. His favorite hangout however; was a dusty old mansion ontop of Thickens Hill.

He drummed his fingers along the leather steering wheel.

Nirvana pulsed through his car, and into him.

The notes that slammed out from Cobains guitar hit his heart like a restart.

Evan couldn't help but feel this air of freedom.

He was no longer Sadees emotional pack mule.

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Kimber trotted home that day, pushing past the people walking.

At home, she passed her mother, who was typing feriously on her laptop.

"Hey mom Im going out tonight," She stood on the thick carpet cluching her bag.

Her mom looked up with an annoyed look on her face.

"Im going a week retreat," She pulled her brunette hair away from her worn face.

She looked like she needed it.

"Okay."

Kimber tossed her bag on the wooden floor.

Once the floor had a rich oaken gleam to it.

But now it was worn down with no previous luster.

The house was an old victorian one, you could tell from inside and out. Even in the banister.

Her mother, true to the theme changed nothing.

She added the details, the persian rugs, the china, the old paintings.

All that was missing was a bookshelf. Of course there was one in Kimber's room.

But the one in the living room was filled with pictures.

Her mother was the death of creativity.

She sat infont of her mirrior. She wiped the days make up off.

Applying red eyeliner with a rosey eyeshdow, and the thick black eyeliner.

She she paled her rosey cheeks.

Her freckles still showed through. She let her hair wall, in soft waves.

She thought excitedly of Evan as she slid into a new pair of snug jeans.

She had to keep her wall up.

But there was this thing, his aura, it made her feel...Safe.

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Evan dressed, Erika knocked on his door.

Truly Evan didnt like her at all, his oppressive parents, and her.

It was all just a burden.

"Go away," he huffed.

He heard her soft footsteps fade away.

"Kimber..." He whispered.

His heart pounded as he drove to her house, he could see it as he turned onto the street.

She lived in the not-so-nice part of town. The warehouse side, the poorer side.

But there it was her pale victorian house.

He parked his car on the side walk, and pulled his jacket tight around him.

Evan climbed the crumbiling stone steps with ease, his elbow grazing the thick wooden pillar.

He knocked the brass door knock. It clacked against the thick oak door. The light above his head flickered, and he took a moment to study the knock, the irish symbol.

Kimbers heart pounded her breath quicking as she pulled the heavy door open.

Her smell came to his nose, clouding his senses. "Kimber..."

She stood infront of him, her eyes wide, he noticed the red. He loved it.

"Hey Evan," She said closing the door behind her.

She examined his clothing, worn jeans, black snug v-neck sweatershirt, it hugged his contours, and a leather jacket.

She felt humbled by his presence.

"Hey erm..You ready?"

She really didnt know if she was.