perfection is perfected ` JAZMINE

[casey knite]

casey knite ``
pass me another bottle, honey
the jaeger's so sweet
but if it keeps you around, then i'm down

the school drag could not drag on anymore without someone at least trying to kill themselves because of the lack of energy the teachers were showing. the only teacher that showed the least bit of life was the cranky gym teacher that always acted like she had her monthly and spit came flying out of her mouth when she smoke. whoever had to blow her whistle, casey was sorry for. he didn't even begin to imagine what kind of germs came out of her spit. for all he knew, the star football player could be screwing her to get good grades in all the other sped classes she taught along with her gym class. talking about making casey want to barf as he sat in his english class, which was right after gym. if only the freshmen knew how to shower correctly and not make the washrooms smell terrible seeing as casey had gym after a freshman class, then at least the changing part of gym would be the enjoyable, but for know, it was also miserable.

not that casey was bad at sports, in fact he was very good at soccer, gym was just a waste of time in his mind and a class he could not skip seeing as it counted so much. during the fifty minute english class he had managed to draw a almost perfect circle on his dark blue lowlife skinny jeans and play with the buttons on his button up red and black plaid collard shirt that went over his tight black sweater, while pretending to be listening to his teacher going on and on about some unimportant event that happened in her life lately, completely unrelated to english at all.

by the end of the class casey was more than ready to leave the building completely seeing as there was no sense in staying for the rest of the day. he was bored out of his mind, which he was usually okay with school, but today was just no working out for him. it was almost like he had this non-existent hangover, or at least that was how he felt unless it had to do something with the fact that he had hit in the back of the head with a baseball in gym class, but things like that, they always happened to casey. his head was used to that stuff. walking into the library he ignored the librarian and walked towards the back of the library with his sunglasses on. lights and a headache were not a good match. he was ready to take a gun and shoot them out of the ceiling, but that wouldn't be the best idea. thinking about texting jazmine to see where she was and if she wanted to skip with him. casey hadn't had history yet, which was what he had with jazmine, but then he decided not to bother her for a few more minutes and he sat in a chair, trying hard not to fall asleep, whishing there was such thing as the advil fairy.

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[Jazmine Vinewicz]

I’ll be your doctor; I’ll be your cure.

There was just something about this day that was annoying Jazmine. It seemed like it was going by really slowly. Or maybe it was just because she found herself really craving a smoke and she couldn’t have one until the end of the week. It was a disgusting thing, especially because it wasn’t even cigarettes, really. Not that crappy nicotine filled garbage that didn’t seem to soothe her. Nope, the only thing she would touch was marijuana, which wasn’t even all that great for you either, but she liked it better than anything else.

First period she’d forced herself to stay quiet, trying not to yawn or throw something at the teacher who just wouldn’t shut up. Jazmine didn’t think that she could stand another minute of Science class, actually. It wasn’t like all this stuff was ever going to happen again. And she wasn’t planning on building some kind of a laser gun or something like that. No, it wasn’t going to happen. Whoever thought of hiring the most boring teacher possible to teach a boring subject was the stupidest person alive. If you’re going to force a teenager to take a boring subject, you may as well give the job to an exciting teacher to balance things out.

In the end, she’d just ended up grabbing her iPod and turning it on, completely tuning out the teacher. It was bad that she couldn’t fall asleep in classes. There was something that kept her awake, and it wasn’t the fear of being caught. It was probably because she knew that she needed to pay attention to this stuff, no matter how useless it may seem to her. She couldn’t help it though! Sometimes there were just days when things seemed to drag themselves out longer than others. And this seemed like one of those days.

When class ended, Jazmine grabbed her book bag, shoved the textbook and binder into it, digging through the confined space before pulling out a bright red lollipop. She had a thing about keeping lollipops in her book bag. Doing so, she pulled off the wrapper, shoving it into her mouth, walking through the hallways towards the library. It was quiet there; she could probably try and sleep. It was better than having to sit through a math’s class where she didn’t really care. Usually she liked maths, but today she just wasn’t in the mood.

Pushing open the door to the library, Jazmine made her way to the back, not wanting to have the librarian staring at her. She would probably be annoyed with how Jazmine has a lollipop in her mouth, and usually they didn’t enjoy when students ate or drank in their libraries, like they thought that they were going to spill the stuff on the floor or on the books. Yes, because they definitely act like a five year old and are quite likely to do such a thing. Jazmine didn’t intend on having to listen to that, so she was going to go as far away from the librarian as she possibly could.

Noticing a familiar shape, sunglasses adorned on his face Jazmine smirked slightly, making her way over to where the boy was. She sat herself down in a chair next to him, placing her bag on the table, before turning in her chair to poke the boy’s arm lightly. Taking the lollipop from her mouth, she smiled slightly, looking at him. Well, this was a funny coincidence now wasn’t it? “Well, fancy meeting you here,” Jazmine said, not really caring to use her “library voice”. She really didn’t care about library rules. And besides, quiet wasn’t always a good thing. It wasn’t like there were really that many people that would come in to actually study or anything.

[casey knite]

casey knite ``
pass me another bottle, honey
the jaeger's so sweet
but if it keeps you around, then i'm down

the back of the library was full of outdated magazines, newspapers, and dictionaries covered in dust. casey doubted that the librarian herself never even made it all the way to the back of the library, or at least her legs were to old to carry her all the way back here, so she just sent the detention kids to put all the outdated books and magazines back here. casey could tell because there was the slightest smell of booze and pot that lingered in the air along with suffocating dust and by the fact that there were cigarette burns in the old shells which no one had bothered to replace or paint over. the librarian looked like she was in her older eighties, but probably was only sixty something. her face and voice made it clear that she used to be a heavy smoker, but her vibrant dark blue eyes and black hair showed that she might of been an attractive women in her younger years, but as of now, she was your typical old lady with a bad attitude and a love for books on whales.

heading towards dozing off, casey's mind drifted towards one thing with the smell of weed lingering in the air, getting high, something he hadn't done in a while. all he could think about was that little bag of weed that sat in his car underneath the dashboard. it probably wasn't the best idea to be sitting back here the more he thought about it. the sound of footsteps made him come back to reality and distracted his mind for the time being, thank god. looking up he saw the familiar face of jazmine. a smile rose on his lips as she came over and took a seat next to him, a bright red lollipop in her mouth. he listened to her speak while her finger poked his arm lightly. "hey" he said and poked her cheek back lightly and then played with her blond hair for a second before returning his hands to himself.

"i was just about to text you to see if you would like to join me in skipping the rest of the day." casey said, not caring about the level of his voice. if the librarian was as old as she looked and acted and how far away the two of them were from her, there was no way she would even be able to hear casey screaming at the top of his lungs. well, maybe not at the top of his lungs because casey was an extremely loud person. "it smells like weed and booze back here." he said with a light laugh as he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "i say you come skip with me and we should go smoke some weed." he paused for a moment with a light smile on his lips. "you know you want to, it will be a lot funner than staying here." casey said.

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[Jazmine Vinewicz]

I’ll be your doctor; I’ll be your cure.

Jazmine returned the lollipop to her mouth, a small smile still playing on her lips. She soon scrunched up her nose a little bit, frowning before pulling the candy back with a loud popping noise. That was a lovely thing; popping noises. She hadn’t meant to do that, but now that she was thinking about it, it wasn’t a big deal anyways. If the librarian had a problem with it, she could tell her and she actually might just do it again to annoy her. After all, if they don’t like loud noises so much, they shouldn’t work in a place where people are tempted to make them!

Sometimes she pitied the librarian, having to deal with all these kids. But, when one takes on that profession, they must be aware that they’re going to have to deal with kids. And teenagers are just terrible when it came to being in libraries. Surely they knew this; Jazmine didn’t think that people changed so much from generation to generation. She was pretty sure everyone had, at least once in his or her life, been loud in a library. It’s kind of funny if you think about it, though. Almost all the librarians you meet at cranky. Then you get, at the odd time, a really nice one, which just throws everything off. It was kind of weird, actually.

”Oh, really,” Jazmine said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Well, maybe I’m psychic or something.” The smile was playing on her lips again, which had turned a rather bright shade of red. That was the bad thing about lollipops; they changed the colour of lips and tongues, and sometimes teeth. That was the gross part about it. Of course, Jazmine wouldn’t buy those kinds of lollipops. They were just the cheap dollar store kind that she would get. Those were the best kind anyways, not that there was any different.

She looked at Casey, laughing gently at his statement. To be honest, she hadn’t really been paying that much attention to the smell of the place. Libraries were kind of like hospitals to her, they weren’t something that you wanted to have to smell. Then again, she didn’t mind the smell of weed or booze, so there wasn’t a problem for her. Actually, now that he mentioned it, she was craving it a lot more than she was a few minutes prior. Jazmine made a small, whiny noise, pouting at him.

Putting her lollipop down on the table that she’d put her bag on because she wasn’t planning on touching it again, Jazmine looked at him. “That is an excellent plan,” she said. She ran a hand through her hair, playing with one of the extensions before stopping to tap her fingers over her left leg. “I don’t feel like having to sit in a class today. And yeah, you’re actually right. I do want to. I’ve been craving a joint since last night,” she sighed. If she hadn’t already developed a bad habit, you might be worried about this, but it wasn’t like she didn’t smoke regularly.

She was sort of like a hippie, actually. They were all about weed and so was she. It was funny because her mother wasn’t too much older, okay seventeen years, obviously, but she was only in her thirties. Even she would disapprove of her habits, though. If her mother were to ever have caught her in the act, Jazmine probably would have fled the country instead of being forced out. Still, she was pretty annoyed that her brother had ratted her out for it. What kind of person did that? Wasn’t there some kind of like, twin oath? You know, like, ‘thou shalt not rat out thy twin’ or something like that? Oh well, whatever, doesn’t matter.

[casey knite]

casey knite ``
i can scheme of ways to make her mine
cause i know she's living phat

in casey's junior year, all he ever did was eat lollipops. that used to be all her would eat, not always have one in his mouth because that is gross and someone always ended up stealing them from his mouth before he ever got close to finishing it or before it stained his mouth funny looking colours, which must of been why casey lost so much weight in his junior year and just never seemed to eat enough food to gain it back because he was already almost underweight as it was. every person who liked sweets went through a phase where they always had some sort of candy on them. most people just always had gum on them. casey hated gum, he frowned at the thought. for casey now, it was alcohol and drugs that were his candy of choice. like candy, to much of that could kill you.

"same here, classes are lame today, and i always crave weed." he said with a light laugh as he pushed his hair out of his face. "i have a rather large stash at my house, we should probably smoke that before my sister finds it." then there was always the stuff in his car, but it wasn't much. he sort of just kept that in his car for emergencies and his sister also took it out of his car because that was the only place she knew where it was, but the other day she came to him asking for some, and he said no, which probably just led her to look in his room. hopefully she found nothing. if she stole it from him, she was dead. thankfully, betty and her husband weren't going to returning from there trip until until three more weeks. the whole month long trip thing was a dream for casey. he hated seeing his mom and her husband.

the good thing about the librarian being old besides her deafness was her blindness. she was the only one with a clear view out of the rest of the teachers in the building to the closest door, and she couldn't even see it, so just walking out of the building to go out to the parking lot was a piece of cake, but skipping school wasn't nearly as fun by yourself as it was with someone else. along with getting caught. if he was going to get a detention, better off sharing it with someone he liked instead of being in a room with a bunch of kids who tried to set the school on fire. "lets go" casey said as he sat up and got up out of the comfy chair, grabbing his bag and checking his back pocket for keys.

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[Jazmine Vinewicz]

I’ll be your doctor; I’ll be your cure.

Being in this place without having anyone from home with her was actually something that Jazmine was grateful for. She loved everyone she knew back home, but they wouldn’t have understood her habits. She liked to smoke on the weekends and she liked to drink whenever she could. She was especially grateful that her brother wasn’t here with her, because she knew that he’d probably have found out about all this and that wouldn’t have been all that good. In fact, she could have guaranteed the boy to be calling home constantly to rat her out for smoking and drinking.

Jazmine always found it funny how twins could be so different. Sure, she and her brother were alike when they were younger, but that was different. She always thought that he needed to learn how to loosen up, stop being so straight edge. There wasn’t anything wrong with living life in an exciting way. Of course, Jazmine knew that all these things weren’t very good for your health, and she also knew that skipping school wasn’t the brightest of all ideas, but she didn’t really care. It wasn’t like she was going to stay there when she could be doing other things. Actually, most days she really didn’t mind school. It was just one of those days when she’d rather be doing something else.

She gave Casey a slight smile, shaking her head gently at his comment. “Well, you learn how not to crave it when you’re only able to get your hands on it on weekends,” she said. It was a good thing that she only got it on weekends, actually. If she’d had some on her whenever she wanted it, she’d probably be high a lot of the time. And that’s wasn’t exactly a good thing because she needed to be able to think and listen to what was going on around her in class, because yes; she was the kind of person who would go to class high.

Nodding at him, Jazmine got up from her seat. “All right,” she said. Jazmine tied her hair into a loose braid, slipping a blue elastic off of her wrist to tie it before looking back at him. Her hair was bothering her that day, so she’d brought along two elastics so she could fix it if she felt like it. Yes, she would be the kind of person to sit in class and fix her hair. After all, good-looking hair was quite crucial in the fashion industry, and she did want to be a model.

Grabbing her bag from the table, she looked through it for a moment, just to make sure that she had her house key in there as well as her iPod and her wallet; which she did. Those were key things that she wasn’t going to leave at school. Actually, she’d probably panic if she left any of those things at school. They were the most important things that she had and brought them with her everywhere. She didn’t really care about having lollipops on her at the moment, because she wasn’t in the mood for another, so she didn’t bother to make sure she had any. She probably did though, because she wasn’t one who liked to share.

”I actually think that if I were to even think about going back to class I might have faked passing out, “ Jazmine laughed. “I don’t understand why they hire such boring people for boring subjects.” She sighed a bit, shaking her head gently before playing with the series of bracelets that were covering her small right wrist. Jazmine didn’t care if they got caught, or if they got a detention. She’d rather have a detention than have to sit through the day being bored out of her mind and not being able to do anything about it. Besides, at times like this, she didn’t even feel like throwing things at the teacher or writing on the desks would entertain her.

[casey knite]

casey knite ``
i can scheme of ways to make her mine
cause i know she's living phat

casey knew that his sister thought of him as a hypocrite. he was the one that always yelled at her when he found her drinking. she was only fifteen, and the lifestyle that she lead was worse than casey any day. he didn't want her to end up dead. she, unlike casey, could not contain her alcohol what so ever, and she already had to get her stomach pumped once, and casey was not about to have to call up his mom or dad to tell them that he had to take her to the hospital, once again, to get the alcohol taken out of her stomach. it was not a sight he wanted to see, ever again, and he wasn't prepared for a shock like that, let alone find any way at all to tell his parents but he would have to tell them, knowing that they would find out one way or another, but then again, he was eighteen now, and technically he was considered her guardian, so they didn't have to call louie or betty, but he just never wanted that to happen again so there was no need for casey to have to think about who he was to call first.

"my friends tend to dump it in my house somewhere because i never have parents home, so i dont think i never do not have it. its a nasty habit." he said with a light frown. luckily his mother never looked close enough into any jars or other places where it just so happened to be hiding in. the one time she did come across a rather large stash when casey used to put them all in one place, she flipped out and kicked him out of the house for a week until she went through all of his things and got rid of all of it. what she didn't realize was that casey was going to have to pay for every ounce of that she dropped down the drain. talk about hundreds of dollars. not only that, but his friends didn't want his money, they just wanted knew weed, so finding someone that had enough weed was harder than he thought.

casey laughed lightly at what jazmine said. "i think i would of done that right along side you." casey said as he put his bag over his shoulder and started to head out of the library. "to bore us obviously." he said as he ignored the suspicious look the librarian gave the two of them as they walked out of the library, but by the time they reached the door, she had gone back to reading her book and was to buried in it to even hear the door open and close. "freedom" casey said as he stepped out of the door into the parking lot.

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[Jazmine Vinewicz]

I’ll be your doctor; I’ll be your cure.

Jazmine was actually staying in a house with some of her mother’s old friends. They were married with two children, both of which were younger than her. She’d found that her mother probably called her up because they used to be really good friends when they were in college. She also knew that this woman and her family were very religious and smoking and drinking were something that they weren’t fond of. So, Jazmine could only think of it as her mother’s only possible answer to being able to change her daughter’s habits, which obviously wouldn’t happen.

“Oh, I see,” Jazmine said. “I’d probably be thrown onto the streets if I even dared to enter the house with weed or anything. Or maybe I’d be locked up in a room without any food for a while. I swear, the people I live with are crazy. I feel bad for their kids, they’re on such a tight leash.” It was true, the kids had to be in by seven o’clock in the evenings and they had to be up at six o’clock in the mornings. Jazmine thought that this was just ridiculous. Of course, they were probably used to this because that was how they’d lived their entire life. It was actually really freaky. “They freaked when I said ‘shit’, so I’d hate to see what would happen if I brought weed in,” she laughed.

He had a point though; it was a nasty habit. Sometimes she wished that she didn’t enjoy smoking so much, but it was a good way to relax. Besides, almost everyone did it these days. Well, except for the extremely religious, apparently. It wasn’t like those kids she was living with probably hadn’t tried it yet. They were how old, thirteen and fifteen? That wasn’t much younger than her. And she’d started smoking weed at about their age. If those kids were to ever do something rebellious, she’d be quite proud of them. Of course, their parents might blame her and try to give her some kind of intervention or something.

Glancing over at Casey, Jazmine shrugged a little. “Maybe. I’d like to think that there might be some more motives behind it, though. I mean, don’t teachers want people to like them?” She stopped talking for a moment, pursing her lips a bit. “Actually, I don’t think I’d want to know. So, let’s just discontinue that conversation.” A lot of the things that Jazmine talked about she found were quite pointless. Therefore, what was the point in continuing on talking to them?

When he spoke, Jazmine smirked, hearing the door click behind her. The sun was quite bright and she didn’t really like it that much. She’d have to remember to buy a pair of sunglasses, because she didn’t have any with her here. It was a shame, really, because it’s a pretty obvious thing to have. “Ah, the great outdoors,” Jazmine said, scrunching up her nose a bit. “Or, rather, the massive area made of asphalt.” All right, her attempts at being funny were lame, but she wasn’t really a humorous person. Sure, she would laugh at something that was funny, but when it came to actually saying something funny, she was a lost cause.

[casey knite]

casey knite ``
i can scheme of ways to make her mine
cause i know she's living phat

"you're not the only one living with crazy people. my mother is insane. when she found my weed, she kicked me out of the house for a week and banned music from the house. now i kick her out." casey said with a light laugh. the best day of his life was when his sister came home without there mother and step-father, who she was supposed to pick up from the airport, but four hours after she walked into the house, the phone rang with an angry women on the other line screaming at casey how no one came to pick them up. imogean 'forgot' to the pick them up, even after this huge deal was made about picking the two up. after the third time of being left at the airport, they decided to get their own rides. casey would of rather had them stay at the airport instead of come home. if his parents liked it better somewhere else, then why didn't they just stay there. casey was more than happy living off of the checks his mother sent him in the mail along with the money his father game him, which he really didn't need.

"but, i guess sometimes i wish my parents were like that, you know? like really strict on drugs and alcohol, but i guess that is what are teachers are for." casey said and then paused for a second before he continued. "maybe that is why they are so dull and boring." he said with a light laugh. whatever the case was, casey wasn't going to stop his bad habits anytime soon for any teacher or parent . he was addicted and didn't get drunk or high every day and he could control himself, and a little bit here and there wasn't so bad for his health either, so he didn't think there was much of a big deal about it as adults always made. they did it when they were kids and probably liked it, so why in the world would they go off and tell the next generation that it was so terribly bad and such a sin to do? if anything, they were just promoting weed. every child over the age of twelve seemed to have known the feeling of 'high' now, but casey never found it to be any trend, and that was also the same with cigarettes.

with his sunglasses on, he hadn't even realized that it was hot outside today and the sun, was pretty bright. casey smiled brightly. hearing jazmine speak, he laughed. black pavement along with little metal boxes called cars on it. to bad it was such a fine day and casey and jazmine would be spending it indoors in a smoke filled room, but casey preferred that over anything at the moment. walking over to jazmine, he put his arm around her neck and walked over to his tiny black bmw. with his free hand, he grabbed his keys out of his back pocket to unlock the car and then he got in the drivers seat.

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[Jazmine Vinewicz]

I’ll be your doctor; I’ll be your cure.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s totally insane there. If I ever see my mother again, I swear I’m going to kick her or something. The only reason why I’m with them is because she thinks that their habits are going to rub off on me. But, I try and stay away from them as much as possible, so I don’t think that will really happen,” she said with a bit of a sigh. She really was angry with her mother for sending her away. Jazmine didn’t see why she couldn’t have just put up with it. After all, she never did it when her mother was around, and she never embarrassed her mother somewhere because she was high at the time. No, she was smarter than to do that.

You always expected that a mother was going to be a very loving person. Someone who would try and help their child by being close to them and talking about why they were doing these kinds of things. Jazmine had always thought that her mother would be like that if she ever found out, but apparently she was wrong. Now she was living with some weird clan or something. They’d go to church every night if they could, of course that wasn’t always possible. In fact, each time they went, which was Sunday mornings, Wednesday and Friday evenings, she tried to get out of the house so they couldn’t ask her to go with them. After all, it’s almost impossible to say no to people who are kind enough to let you stay in their home.

”It’s not even that they’re strict or anything,” Jazmine said. “It’s just that they’re so pushy. Like, they’re not even trying to hide the fact that all they’re really trying to do is wean me off of the stuff. It’s like, they know all this shit about me or something and I don’t know anything about them. That and the fact that I can’t help but feel betrayed by my mother, and my brother for that matter. I always thought that he was cool with knowing my secrets, you know? Because we’re twins and all. But I guess I was wrong.” All right, so she was on some kind of a weird tirade there.

Looking down at the ground, Jazmine kicked at a rock, mumbling, “Just ignore all that,” under her breath. Sometimes she tended to get a little bit carried away with things like that. It was actually quite annoying to her. It was like she had this condition where she didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and stop talking. It would be a nice skill to have, actually. Half the time she’d just love to duct tape her mouth shut in hopes that no sound would come out.

She decided that she was going to try and not babble on about pointless things for a while. It sort of made her sound stupid. It would have been nice if there were some clouds in the sky, actually, or some rain. Jazmine didn’t feel like having the sun shining down on her. That was all the weather had been like for a while now and it got old after some time. Sure, she still enjoyed being in this new place, because it really was still new to her, but she wished that there were some kind of variety when it came to the weather. Blue skies and a bright sun was always a nice thing, but sometimes clouds and darkness was fun too; especially when you could run around outside in the rain; that was always fun.

When Casey put his arm around her neck, Jazmine looked up at him with a small smile on her face before following him towards his car. She seemed to be doing a lot of following, which wasn’t really something she was a fan of, but what could she do? Besides, they were headed in the same place, so no matter what, someone was going to be following the other, and she didn’t have a problem following him. And it wasn’t really following, because she was beside him. Anyways, that’s not important. She got into the passenger’s side when they arrived at his car, shutting the door gently before looking out the window again and sighing gently. “All this hot weather makes me tired.”

[casey knite]

casey knite ``
i can scheme of ways to make her mine
cause i know she's living phat

[eeeek, sorry i couldn't reply yesterday. i had a paramore concert to go too. ]

casey could babel on and on about his mother and his entire family and how dysfunctional it was, but he knew that he wasn't the only one and compared to most, his life wasn't that bad. sure he had a crazy mother, a step-father that would rather have casey and his siblings shipped across the world than learn to like them, a dead older brother, a father who left his mother because of having dreams of being a rock star, and then a mute sister who was addicted to drugs and alcohol. while casey might not be perfectly normal, he was the most along with his younger brother who was at least more sane than the rest of them. being only almost sixteen when his mother started to travel around and send casey checks, at his age the only thing he spend that money on was drugs, not food. after realizing that there was no food in the house, he still made that mistake of wasting the money on something that he did not need, now he knows not the ever do that ever again.

"we should make a club for people who want to kick their mothers. i would so join." casey said, listening to jazmine go on about her family. he was glad that his sister was mute to his mother. that made it good because she was never one to go off and tell her if casey ever did anything to terribly wrong. for the two of them not talking much to each other, they became extremely close over the years after casey's older brother died. his sister had always been sort of left out of the picture before then, and he always felt bad for doing that to her. if he could go back and change that, he would, so she wouldn't be the way that she was now. no one ever seemed to love her like they were supposed to and now she was a complete wreck, but over the years of just being around casey, she got a lot better and sometimes casey doesn't know what he would do without her, or at least if he could even bare to leave her one day for college. he felt bad.

"i guess i always feel like my mother betrayed me, but sometimes i think it was really all my dads fault for leaving her. it screwed her up pretty bad. i mean, he took everything from her but us, so she took everything away from us in return." she just sucked in general, but by senior year, everyone felt the same about their parents sucking. casey was glad that the drive to his house wasn't very far. living far away from the school meant waking up earlier than everyone else just to get into a car and drive to a place you never felt like being at. it wasn't like he lived next door the school, but a eight minute drive was good enough for him. turning on the car, he smiled at what jazmine said. "hopefully you wont be for long." casey house was kind of cold compared to others, and weed was the last thing that made him tired. pulling out of the parking lot and driving down the road. pulling into his driveway, he cut of the engine, getting out of the car. the house wasn't small or huge, but for only two and sometimes three kids living in it, it was good enough for casey. from the bright red rooms to ice cream room that his mother needed, it wasn't a place casey wanted to stay at forever.

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[Jazmine Vinewicz]

I’ll be your doctor; I’ll be your cure.

A smirk was being placed on Jazmine’s lips as she listened to Casey. That would be extremely random, making a club for people that wanted to kick their mothers. She laughed gently, shaking her head a bit. “I think that would be a very, erm, interesting, club,” she stated. It would be interesting. Not like, “whoa! That’s so creative!” kind of interesting, but the “that’s actually quite weird” kind of interesting. She sighed gently, looking out the window of the car. Sometimes she wished that her brother wasn’t born, because then she’d still be back home in Lithuania with all of her friends. Then again, maybe this was all her fault.

“I think the person I’d really like to get back at is my brother, though. I mean, he makes himself seem like this really perfect child, but he’s not. I know that he’s got to have done something wrong,” she said. Jazmine was sort of thinking out loud at the moment. There had to be something that her brother had done wrong. After all, no one is perfect. And she was certain that her brother was far from being some sort of a saint. That wasn’t really all that important, though. It wasn’t going to make a difference now anyways. Jazmine wasn’t planning on going back to Lithuania when she was out of school. In fact, she was planning on traveling, becoming a model or something. Her future did not involve her home.

Jazmine nodded her head slowly to show the boy that she was paying attention. She didn’t want to seem like she was ignoring him, after all, that would be rude. Although, it may have seemed like she was just nodding her head to get him to think she was listening when she actually wasn’t. But that would be a bad idea and may lead to a one-sided conversation, and those really aren’t any fun at all. “My dad was kind of just neutral in everything,” Jazmine said. “I think he needs to learn how to speak up for himself. I can’t really say that your mother was right, though. No one deserves to be deprived from things they need.”

She knew, deep down inside, that her father had been heart broken when her mother told him that they needed to send her away. She was always closer to her father than she was her mother. He was a wonderful man, and the only thing she really regretted in her life was hurting him. That was something she’d never wanted to do; or thought she would do. But, some things just happen. Jazmine didn’t really believe in fate, so she wouldn’t go as far as to say that the stars or something like that had planned this for her, it was just how life was.

Looking back at Casey, she smiled gently. “I probably won’t be,” she stated. “You’ll be experiencing the wondrous animated me.” It wasn’t really ‘animated’, it was more so extremely hyper active, oh-my-god-what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-her kind of animated. However, there wasn’t necessarily anything wrong with that now was there? Jazmine tapped her fingers against her legs, making a bit of a drumming noise. She was planning on buying a pair of sunglasses the next time she went out. After all, you can’t live your life without sunglasses. It was a shame she’d lost hers. They were really cute too; white with pink tinted lenses. Of course, things that are lost can usually be found. She’d have to start searching her room for them.

When the car came to a stop in a driveway, Jazmine waited for him to turn off the engine. She then opened the door of the car, slipping from the seat. It probably wasn’t smart to not be wearing a seat belt in a car, but she didn’t really care. Jazmine wasn’t really a fan of seat belts, to be honest. They were a bit restraining. You couldn’t really move around and sometimes they were really tight around your body and they made you have this strap digging into your neck or something. That wasn’t ever fun. “So,” Jazmine grinned, “this is your house.” She eyed it carefully, nodding her head a little bit, taking in the outside.

[casey knite]

casey knite ``
its so messed up
because its all in my head

"that's how i used to feel about my brother, but i guess it was just because i was jealous of him. when i got older i grew out of that." casey never knew why he was jealous of his brother. he figured it was because he had two fathers and casey only had one, and he also had to fly back and fourth to see his other dad as well and go to two different schools. now, casey viewed that as not being lucky. he had to watch one divorce, casey had to watch two, though, but the only death that his older brother had to view was his own by the time him and casey were actually close and getting ready to move. sometimes casey didn't know if his death was really an accident because casey knew how much he didn't want to move and how much he wanted to stay with his real father rather than his mother. he just didn't have the guts to break her heart, or for the very least, casey's.

casey nodded at her words. it wasn't that his mother was completely deprived of anything. his father didn't ask for anything but his ring back. no money, no visitation rights, just the clothes he could pack. the rest of left for casey, like the instruments and what not. casey knew he had to of been planning this for longer, before his younger brother was even in his mother's stomach. most people just didn't wake up and decide they were going to randomly leave without any money. where he got the money to live off of had to of been because there was another woman waiting for him with a new home, money, and a new family. his sister figured that out. no wonder why she was so mad when she met his wife and noticed that there was a daughter. casey new at heart that his mother already knew this, that he was in love with someone else and no longer with her. their marriage was only because of her having casey. they weren't even in love, yet she was so devastated.

casey laughed lightly about what she said about being animated. he could think of a few things to say about 'experiencing things tonight', but he should keep his thoughts out of his pants and not let them leave his mouth. "yup, home sweet home." casey said in a sort of sarcastic tone, taking the keys out of his back pocket and opening up the big black door and stepping inside the dark house. flipping on a light switch he read the note near the light switch from his sister that said she was spending the night a friends house, which he knew was a lie, but what was he supposed to do about that besides lock her in some room. now, where was that spiff. running into the kitchen quickly he came back out with a small box that had weed already rolled along with a lighter. "shall we smoke these now?"

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[Jazmine Vinewicz]

I’ll be your doctor; I’ll be your cure.

If you were to really think about it, you might think that the two of them were crazy for being inside on such a nice day. It was lovely outside, but then again, most days it was. Sometimes Jazmine found herself sitting by her window in her bedroom, wishing that there would be a thunderstorm. It would be a nice change from the bland weather that was always bestowed upon them. It wasn’t really interesting, day after day, having the exact same weather. There was nothing wrong with having a little bit of variety. It was a good thing, actually. But, of course, she couldn’t really control the weather. Therefore, she shouldn’t really pay it much heed.

Following Casey through the door, Jazmine glanced around the house. It looked like a regular house to her, nothing too weird. Well, it wasn’t like she’d expected it to look weird or anything. She hadn’t really suspected Casey’s family to be some sort of like, cult or something. You know, with dark coloured walls and odd things scattered all around the place. Of course, it was much different than where she was staying. She wasn’t feeling like she was going to die or something from being surrounded by a bunch of white walls. And it wasn’t even that eggshell white that was bearable, it was full on white. You might find that quite frightening if you weren’t sure what you were walking into. Of course, she’d felt a little bit odd stepping into that house, but that was because her colourful clothing was such a large contrast with the walls.

”It’s not that bad,” she said. “Actually, it’s kind of nice.” She wasn’t planning on complimenting his house don’t worry. But, it was nice. Of course, anything was nice compared to the white walls of the house she was forced to live in. Not that she was there all that often, but still. Jazmine let the door click softly behind her as she stepped away from the doorway, wandering more into the house a little bit. She wasn’t going to just stand in the doorway the entire time. In fact, that would be a little bit odd, she wasn’t going to lie. Seriously, who just stands in a doorway for long periods of time?

Now that she had a chance to actually think about it, Jazmine was quite hoping that it would rain. It was too hot outside, and while the rain might make it terribly humid, she would have much preferred humidity than the unbearable heat that she was experiencing. Although, she must admit, it was nice standing in the cool air of the house. In fact, it was something that she preferred. The people she was staying with enjoyed not having an air conditioner, therefore it was always hot in the house and she thought she might actually die of a heat stroke or something. That would be quite sad, actually.

Looking at Casey, she smiled slightly; actually it was more a smirk. It doesn’t really matter what was adorning her pink lips, not important at all. “Yeah,” Jazmine said, “now or I may change my mind.” It wasn’t very likely that she would. Jazmine rarely changed her mind about smoking. Especially when she was craving a joint, so the chances of that happening were slim to none. Jazmine wandered over to where he was standing, poking the boy gently in the ribs when she was close to him. “Or, you know, I could just prod you continuously until you give me one.” With that, there was a small smile placed on her lips, a genuine smile, too! She probably wouldn’t prod him though, because she didn’t think that he wouldn’t give her one. After all, that was what they were here for anyways; maybe.