Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2022 0:24:40 GMT -8
OOC Note: This is an already-written piece that I realized I never truly shared on a board for everyone to read. Welcome to the archives.
Original name: "Football Fan Meets Homeless Musician, Then They Start Dating Almost Immediately"
Time: September 26th, 2020 at 11:42 AM EST
Location: Syracuse, New York, at the Collegian Hotel.
Landlord: "And don't come back!"
After a hearty yell, through a front door flies briefcases full of clothes and sheets of hand-written music, though a few guitars are gently placed on a bannister at the top of the steps to said door. With all of her life's work strewn about across the sidewalk, the once-proud musician can't help but shed tears. She knew it was only a matter of time before she got kicked out, but she didn't think it'd be this harshly. The only luck afforded to her is that it isn't raining, so her music isn't ruined. But the wind’s starting to pick up, so in a rush, she gathers her things. She gathers her briefcases, her guitars, and all of her music before it gets blown across all of Syracuse. Once the musician knows everything is in order, she slowly shuffles to the nearest corner before sitting down and burying her face into her lap.
An old Dodge Intrepid rolls through Syracuse. No pandemic is gonna stop whoever the driver is from the Carrier Dome parking lot. He has a football game to listen to. The Orange are playing Georgia Tech this Saturday, and there's no way the driver's missing Georgia Tech, even if he is gonna miss them physically. Though, when he spots the musician at the corner, he stops. Thankfully, the road he’s on isn't busy. The driver gets out of the car and approaches the weeping musician.
Football Fan: "Hey... hey, what's wrong?"
The musician didn't verbally answer, not that she didn't want to. She looks up at the driver (though not directly at him) and motions towards the building she was just kicked out of.
Football Fan: "Do you not have anywhere to go?"
The musician shakes her head no, letting out a big sniffle as she does. The driver sits next to the musician.
Football Fan: "I... I can give you somewhere to go. Somewhere to call home. I can take you in, and you don't have to pay me a dime. Would that be OK with you?"
The musician looks to the driver and sees a brunette man, average height and weight. He looks as though he really wants to help this girl out. Slowly, she closes her eyes and nods her head.
Football Fan: "Then let me go open my trunk, you can put your things in there. There's a blanket in there, too. You can have that for as long as you need it..."
The driver gets up and opens his car's trunk, after opening his passenger side front door. The musician slowly gets up and puts her things into that trunk before grabbing the blanket and sitting in the passenger seat. The driver sits in his driver's seat.
Football Fan: "There is one thing I have to do before going back home... and just to warn you, it'll take a while before we get back to my home. I'm not from here, I'm actually from Tennessee."
Musician: "Wh...what are you doing in Syracuse...?"
Football Fan: "There's a football game today. Georgia Tech at Syracuse. I've not missed a Georgia Tech game since I started following them."
The musician's face lights up a little bit. She wasn't ever one for sports, but to see this driver talk about them as something he seems really passionate about was quite interesting to her. She wipes her tears away, though her soft voice is still very shaky.
Musician: "Uhh... h--how long have you... followed Georgia Tech?"
Football Fan: "About as long as I've watched college football. Since about two-thousaaaaand.... three? I think it was '03, at least..."
The musician weakly nods her head.
Musician: "I... I'm sorry... I, uh... I never caught yo--your name."
Football Fan: "Logan Bailey. In my worry, I didn't catch yours either."
Musician: "Faye Brown."
Logan Bailey: "O--oh shit, that Faye Brown? Yo, I bought your second album! I got a hard copy of it!"
Faye's face lifts up a little more.
Faye Brown: "R--really?"
Logan Bailey: "Yeah, I love that album. I absolutely loved your cover of "In The Summer Breeze." It felt really heartfelt."
Faye Brown: "That... that makes me feel a little bit better, Logan. It really does... thank you."
Logan Bailey: "Well, you're welcome, Faye... I wouldn't tell you if it weren't true. Though I do have a question now... how did you end up on the streets like that? I thought you had enough to live on your own after how your albums did."
Logan spots a red light, and just like that, they're near the Carrier Dome already. Faye purses her lips and looks down.
Faye Brown: "I... I did... but I got kicked from my record label. That cut my income. Then my albums got pulled from the digital stores they were on. That also cut my income, to the point I wasn't making anything. And that's where... I was gonna say stand, but lay seems more accurate."
Logan finally finds a place to park at the Carrier Dome, and turns on the radio to the station carrying the game. He leans his seat back to the point that it's laying horizontally. Faye does the same, covering herself more in that blanket.
Logan Bailey: "That's pretty fucked up, Faye."
Faye Brown: "Tell me about it... you wanna... you wanna know why I'm in Syracuse to begin with?"
Logan Bailey: "I'm all ears."
Logan sits up and opens his console, getting a second blanket out for himself.
Faye Brown: "Wait... do you just carry these around with you?"
Logan Bailey: "I have to travel a lot. I keep a spare one in my trunk just in case I lose this one here. A travelling fan never comes unprepared. But hey, why are you here to begin with?"
Faye Brown: "Oh right... well, it's a bit of a story."
Logan Bailey: "Again, I'm all ears, Faye."
Faye Brown: "Well... have you heard of a wrestler named Emevlas Stastias?"
Logan Bailey: "I've not."
Faye Brown: "Well, in summation, she was a person of two minds, so to speak. Half the time, she was the sweetest, most empathetic woman I'd ever met... I'd married her for that. The other half, though, she was a wrestler who didn't let anything stand in her way. She had a really hard time separating these two minds. It affected her personal life so badly, that about this time two years ago, I filed for divorce because of it. I was genuinely scared that I wasn't going to get out of there alive. I used to live in Joliet, Illinois with her. I've not been back since. I've honestly not left Syracuse since."
Logan Bailey: "Jesus Christ, Faye..."
Faye Brown: "Yeah, that's what I said..."
Logan Bailey: “I see why... god--you need a hug.”
Faye Brown: “I’ll certainly take one right about now.”
Logan and Faye both sat up, unbuckled their seat belts, and exchanged a long hug.
Logan Bailey: “You feel like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. I can tell, you’re very tense. Not that I blame you after all you’ve been through... just I can tell.”
Faye didn’t reply, simply just hugging Logan as tight as she can. It’s been a little minute since anyone’s done this much for her.
Radio: “And TOUCHDOWN SYRACUSE!”
Logan sighs, kind of chuckling while releasing the hug.
Logan Bailey: “Well, shit. Just my luck, really.”
Radio: “Big mistake by the Georgia Tech defense, there!”
Logan Bailey: “Well... you want something to eat, Faye? If so, we’ll just go ahead and make a day out of this anyway.”
Faye Brown: “You had me at “what’s wrong,” Logan.”
Logan Bailey: “Then do I have a story for you.”
Logan got out his phone and started ordering something from Domino’s.
Faye Brown: “Oh really?”
Logan Bailey: “Yeah... I had my identity stolen once. Ironically enough, they used it to get into wrestling.”
Faye Brown: “Wait, what?”
Logan Bailey: “Yep... ruined my life for a little minute. Legally speaking, I was a dead man pretending to be alive for about a year. I could get a job, but it was only enough to pay rent and eat like a college kid. That’s not a healthy way to live for that long. I felt like I was going to join the same asshole who stole my life away for a few minutes until I got a call. I was told I was cleared and I was legally me again. But I’ll never forget that year that I was literally nobody.”
Radio: “And now an interception by Georgia Tech right to the Syracuse corner! What a terrible start for the Yellow Jackets, but what an amazing start for the Orange!”
Faye Brown: “It sounds like you’ve had a rough life yourself, Logan.”
Logan Bailey: “Yeah... I’m, uh... I'm getting Domino’s, ya want anything specific from there?”
Faye Brown: “Honestly, I’ll eat just about anything from Domino’s. Like... whatever you get, I’ll eat.”
Logan Bailey: “You got it, chief.”
Radio: “And your final score here in the Carrier Dome, Syracuse 37, Georgia Tech 20. Te--”
The radio switches off as Logan switches his seat back to a more upright position. Faye does the same.
Logan Bailey: “Well, that was a total wash.”
Faye Brown: “Wasn’t for me, Syracuse won.”
Logan Bailey: “Yeah, only because the Tech QB threw four picks... but hey, I don’t expect much from Georgia Tech week in and week out anyway... ready to go back to my place? It’s a long drive, so if you need to stop anywhere here first before leaving, just say the word.”
Faye Brown: “I appreciate that... but I want out of Syracuse. I’ve spent too long here, and I’ve been too miserable here to stay any longer. How long of a drive is it from here to your place, again? I don't think you actually said...”
Logan Bailey: “Counting rest stops and stopping at a hotel for the night, it’ll be about this time tomorrow before we get to my place.”
Faye Brown: “You know what? That’s absolutely fine. Do... do you mind if, uh... if I lift this armrest up?”
Logan Bailey: “Not at all... why do you ask?”
Faye Brown: “Well... I’ll need a pillow... and we’ve already hugged.”
Logan Bailey: “Oooh, I getcha... uh, absolutely you can do that. Just... just don’t go much further. I still need to drive until I get tired.”
Faye Brown: “Hey, don’t worry, we ain’t that far.”
The two have made it to Tennessee, though they’re still about 100 miles out from Logan’s home. The two are in Johnson City, Tennessee, renting a hotel for the night. Faye rests in a bed, looking at Logan shave at his muzzle. She pokes her lips out and to her right as she looks to her right in a mischievous manner. Logan rinses off his clearly-disposable razor, implying to himself that he’s going to use it again. He packs up his shaving stuff into a bag, and puts it under the sink.
Logan Bailey: “Hey Faye, can you remind me in the morning that my sha--”
Logan finally spots Faye in nothing but a bra and panties. She smiles very sweetly at him without her glasses that she’s worn this entire time. Faye can only really see Logan’s form, but it’s fine with her.
Logan Bailey: “Wh-what is this?”
Faye Brown: “Get in the bed and I’ll show you.”
As told, Logan does get into the bed next to Faye. Brown snuggles up to him, planting a kiss onto his cheek.
Faye Brown: “That’s for all of yesterday... I never properly thanked you. If I’m going to be living with you, I’ll at least give you something in return...”
Logan is left all but speechless at this... until he pipes up.
Logan Bailey: “Can I guess what that something is?”
Faye Brown: “Or I can just tell you… Logan, if you’ll have me, I want to be your girlfriend. You’ve been so kind and so sweet to me that I just have to take that shot now. Because I know if I don’t and if I let you go, I’ll regret it.”
Logan Bailey: “I... wow... I don’t know what to say... other than are you sure you don't even want to think about it?”
Faye Brown: "Absolutely sure, Logan. Remember the old Wayne Gretzky saying? You miss one-hundred percent of the shots you don't take."
Logan Bailey: "...all right, that's fair. Then absolutely, I'll have you, Faye."
Logan wraps his arms around Faye’s shoulders, pressing her against him a little bit. He doesn’t want to do any more than this with her except for her to let him turn to face her, because cuddling while they slept was more than good enough for him. On instinct, Faye gives Logan the room to do exactly that before pressing herself upon his chest, hugging him and lying her head on his shoulder.
Faye Brown: “You’re cuddly and warm. You’re just like a big teddy bear.”
Logan can’t help but laugh a little before kissing the side of Faye’s head.
Logan Bailey: “Teddy bears can’t do that without help, though.”
Faye didn’t answer. She was already asleep as she said teddy bear. Out like a light. Soon enough, so was her savior (for all intents and purposes), and now, her new boyfriend.
Original name: "Football Fan Meets Homeless Musician, Then They Start Dating Almost Immediately"
Time: September 26th, 2020 at 11:42 AM EST
Location: Syracuse, New York, at the Collegian Hotel.
Landlord: "And don't come back!"
After a hearty yell, through a front door flies briefcases full of clothes and sheets of hand-written music, though a few guitars are gently placed on a bannister at the top of the steps to said door. With all of her life's work strewn about across the sidewalk, the once-proud musician can't help but shed tears. She knew it was only a matter of time before she got kicked out, but she didn't think it'd be this harshly. The only luck afforded to her is that it isn't raining, so her music isn't ruined. But the wind’s starting to pick up, so in a rush, she gathers her things. She gathers her briefcases, her guitars, and all of her music before it gets blown across all of Syracuse. Once the musician knows everything is in order, she slowly shuffles to the nearest corner before sitting down and burying her face into her lap.
An old Dodge Intrepid rolls through Syracuse. No pandemic is gonna stop whoever the driver is from the Carrier Dome parking lot. He has a football game to listen to. The Orange are playing Georgia Tech this Saturday, and there's no way the driver's missing Georgia Tech, even if he is gonna miss them physically. Though, when he spots the musician at the corner, he stops. Thankfully, the road he’s on isn't busy. The driver gets out of the car and approaches the weeping musician.
Football Fan: "Hey... hey, what's wrong?"
The musician didn't verbally answer, not that she didn't want to. She looks up at the driver (though not directly at him) and motions towards the building she was just kicked out of.
Football Fan: "Do you not have anywhere to go?"
The musician shakes her head no, letting out a big sniffle as she does. The driver sits next to the musician.
Football Fan: "I... I can give you somewhere to go. Somewhere to call home. I can take you in, and you don't have to pay me a dime. Would that be OK with you?"
The musician looks to the driver and sees a brunette man, average height and weight. He looks as though he really wants to help this girl out. Slowly, she closes her eyes and nods her head.
Football Fan: "Then let me go open my trunk, you can put your things in there. There's a blanket in there, too. You can have that for as long as you need it..."
The driver gets up and opens his car's trunk, after opening his passenger side front door. The musician slowly gets up and puts her things into that trunk before grabbing the blanket and sitting in the passenger seat. The driver sits in his driver's seat.
Football Fan: "There is one thing I have to do before going back home... and just to warn you, it'll take a while before we get back to my home. I'm not from here, I'm actually from Tennessee."
Musician: "Wh...what are you doing in Syracuse...?"
Football Fan: "There's a football game today. Georgia Tech at Syracuse. I've not missed a Georgia Tech game since I started following them."
The musician's face lights up a little bit. She wasn't ever one for sports, but to see this driver talk about them as something he seems really passionate about was quite interesting to her. She wipes her tears away, though her soft voice is still very shaky.
Musician: "Uhh... h--how long have you... followed Georgia Tech?"
Football Fan: "About as long as I've watched college football. Since about two-thousaaaaand.... three? I think it was '03, at least..."
The musician weakly nods her head.
Musician: "I... I'm sorry... I, uh... I never caught yo--your name."
Football Fan: "Logan Bailey. In my worry, I didn't catch yours either."
Musician: "Faye Brown."
Logan Bailey: "O--oh shit, that Faye Brown? Yo, I bought your second album! I got a hard copy of it!"
Faye's face lifts up a little more.
Faye Brown: "R--really?"
Logan Bailey: "Yeah, I love that album. I absolutely loved your cover of "In The Summer Breeze." It felt really heartfelt."
Faye Brown: "That... that makes me feel a little bit better, Logan. It really does... thank you."
Logan Bailey: "Well, you're welcome, Faye... I wouldn't tell you if it weren't true. Though I do have a question now... how did you end up on the streets like that? I thought you had enough to live on your own after how your albums did."
Logan spots a red light, and just like that, they're near the Carrier Dome already. Faye purses her lips and looks down.
Faye Brown: "I... I did... but I got kicked from my record label. That cut my income. Then my albums got pulled from the digital stores they were on. That also cut my income, to the point I wasn't making anything. And that's where... I was gonna say stand, but lay seems more accurate."
Logan finally finds a place to park at the Carrier Dome, and turns on the radio to the station carrying the game. He leans his seat back to the point that it's laying horizontally. Faye does the same, covering herself more in that blanket.
Logan Bailey: "That's pretty fucked up, Faye."
Faye Brown: "Tell me about it... you wanna... you wanna know why I'm in Syracuse to begin with?"
Logan Bailey: "I'm all ears."
Logan sits up and opens his console, getting a second blanket out for himself.
Faye Brown: "Wait... do you just carry these around with you?"
Logan Bailey: "I have to travel a lot. I keep a spare one in my trunk just in case I lose this one here. A travelling fan never comes unprepared. But hey, why are you here to begin with?"
Faye Brown: "Oh right... well, it's a bit of a story."
Logan Bailey: "Again, I'm all ears, Faye."
Faye Brown: "Well... have you heard of a wrestler named Emevlas Stastias?"
Logan Bailey: "I've not."
Faye Brown: "Well, in summation, she was a person of two minds, so to speak. Half the time, she was the sweetest, most empathetic woman I'd ever met... I'd married her for that. The other half, though, she was a wrestler who didn't let anything stand in her way. She had a really hard time separating these two minds. It affected her personal life so badly, that about this time two years ago, I filed for divorce because of it. I was genuinely scared that I wasn't going to get out of there alive. I used to live in Joliet, Illinois with her. I've not been back since. I've honestly not left Syracuse since."
Logan Bailey: "Jesus Christ, Faye..."
Faye Brown: "Yeah, that's what I said..."
Logan Bailey: “I see why... god--you need a hug.”
Faye Brown: “I’ll certainly take one right about now.”
Logan and Faye both sat up, unbuckled their seat belts, and exchanged a long hug.
Logan Bailey: “You feel like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. I can tell, you’re very tense. Not that I blame you after all you’ve been through... just I can tell.”
Faye didn’t reply, simply just hugging Logan as tight as she can. It’s been a little minute since anyone’s done this much for her.
Radio: “And TOUCHDOWN SYRACUSE!”
Logan sighs, kind of chuckling while releasing the hug.
Logan Bailey: “Well, shit. Just my luck, really.”
Radio: “Big mistake by the Georgia Tech defense, there!”
Logan Bailey: “Well... you want something to eat, Faye? If so, we’ll just go ahead and make a day out of this anyway.”
Faye Brown: “You had me at “what’s wrong,” Logan.”
Logan Bailey: “Then do I have a story for you.”
Logan got out his phone and started ordering something from Domino’s.
Faye Brown: “Oh really?”
Logan Bailey: “Yeah... I had my identity stolen once. Ironically enough, they used it to get into wrestling.”
Faye Brown: “Wait, what?”
Logan Bailey: “Yep... ruined my life for a little minute. Legally speaking, I was a dead man pretending to be alive for about a year. I could get a job, but it was only enough to pay rent and eat like a college kid. That’s not a healthy way to live for that long. I felt like I was going to join the same asshole who stole my life away for a few minutes until I got a call. I was told I was cleared and I was legally me again. But I’ll never forget that year that I was literally nobody.”
Radio: “And now an interception by Georgia Tech right to the Syracuse corner! What a terrible start for the Yellow Jackets, but what an amazing start for the Orange!”
Faye Brown: “It sounds like you’ve had a rough life yourself, Logan.”
Logan Bailey: “Yeah... I’m, uh... I'm getting Domino’s, ya want anything specific from there?”
Faye Brown: “Honestly, I’ll eat just about anything from Domino’s. Like... whatever you get, I’ll eat.”
Logan Bailey: “You got it, chief.”
One football game later.
Radio: “And your final score here in the Carrier Dome, Syracuse 37, Georgia Tech 20. Te--”
The radio switches off as Logan switches his seat back to a more upright position. Faye does the same.
Logan Bailey: “Well, that was a total wash.”
Faye Brown: “Wasn’t for me, Syracuse won.”
Logan Bailey: “Yeah, only because the Tech QB threw four picks... but hey, I don’t expect much from Georgia Tech week in and week out anyway... ready to go back to my place? It’s a long drive, so if you need to stop anywhere here first before leaving, just say the word.”
Faye Brown: “I appreciate that... but I want out of Syracuse. I’ve spent too long here, and I’ve been too miserable here to stay any longer. How long of a drive is it from here to your place, again? I don't think you actually said...”
Logan Bailey: “Counting rest stops and stopping at a hotel for the night, it’ll be about this time tomorrow before we get to my place.”
Faye Brown: “You know what? That’s absolutely fine. Do... do you mind if, uh... if I lift this armrest up?”
Logan Bailey: “Not at all... why do you ask?”
Faye Brown: “Well... I’ll need a pillow... and we’ve already hugged.”
Logan Bailey: “Oooh, I getcha... uh, absolutely you can do that. Just... just don’t go much further. I still need to drive until I get tired.”
Faye Brown: “Hey, don’t worry, we ain’t that far.”
Twelve hours later.
The two have made it to Tennessee, though they’re still about 100 miles out from Logan’s home. The two are in Johnson City, Tennessee, renting a hotel for the night. Faye rests in a bed, looking at Logan shave at his muzzle. She pokes her lips out and to her right as she looks to her right in a mischievous manner. Logan rinses off his clearly-disposable razor, implying to himself that he’s going to use it again. He packs up his shaving stuff into a bag, and puts it under the sink.
Logan Bailey: “Hey Faye, can you remind me in the morning that my sha--”
Logan finally spots Faye in nothing but a bra and panties. She smiles very sweetly at him without her glasses that she’s worn this entire time. Faye can only really see Logan’s form, but it’s fine with her.
Logan Bailey: “Wh-what is this?”
Faye Brown: “Get in the bed and I’ll show you.”
As told, Logan does get into the bed next to Faye. Brown snuggles up to him, planting a kiss onto his cheek.
Faye Brown: “That’s for all of yesterday... I never properly thanked you. If I’m going to be living with you, I’ll at least give you something in return...”
Logan is left all but speechless at this... until he pipes up.
Logan Bailey: “Can I guess what that something is?”
Faye Brown: “Or I can just tell you… Logan, if you’ll have me, I want to be your girlfriend. You’ve been so kind and so sweet to me that I just have to take that shot now. Because I know if I don’t and if I let you go, I’ll regret it.”
Logan Bailey: “I... wow... I don’t know what to say... other than are you sure you don't even want to think about it?”
Faye Brown: "Absolutely sure, Logan. Remember the old Wayne Gretzky saying? You miss one-hundred percent of the shots you don't take."
Logan Bailey: "...all right, that's fair. Then absolutely, I'll have you, Faye."
Logan wraps his arms around Faye’s shoulders, pressing her against him a little bit. He doesn’t want to do any more than this with her except for her to let him turn to face her, because cuddling while they slept was more than good enough for him. On instinct, Faye gives Logan the room to do exactly that before pressing herself upon his chest, hugging him and lying her head on his shoulder.
Faye Brown: “You’re cuddly and warm. You’re just like a big teddy bear.”
Logan can’t help but laugh a little before kissing the side of Faye’s head.
Logan Bailey: “Teddy bears can’t do that without help, though.”
Faye didn’t answer. She was already asleep as she said teddy bear. Out like a light. Soon enough, so was her savior (for all intents and purposes), and now, her new boyfriend.
