somebody that i used to know ,

[GRACELYN AYLA BELL]

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when stars go blue,

her head was hurting as it did whenever she woke up. there was a pounding in her head as if she drank too much the night before but she knew that couldn’t be the case since she had been with her sister, watching a run of the nicholas sparks movies. the two of them sat there on the couch, snug in bundles and bundles of blankets, watch them with surround sound and on their flat screen television. it was funny. not the movies, but the idea that all of this suddenly seemed like way too much for her lately. all of this around her. the money that sat in bundles in a hidden drawer in a shoebox on the top shelf. and the huge television. and even the marble counter tops. it was all too much. gracie spent most of her time with her sister for the past few days. it was supposedly typical since the media didn’t seem all too surprised, but everything was still so strange for her. it was like people knew things about her that she didn’t even know herself. people kept coming over wanting her to remember these facts that she just could not remember and then they were all annoyed when she wasn’t ‘working with them.’ gracie couldn’t remember much, but she simply knew she wasn’t that person people wanted her to be or simply was anymore. she just wasn’t.

“chels? chelsea?” her voice just was the slightest groggy as she sat up, glancing to her left where her sister had slept. but the girl who looked exactly like her wasn’t there. maybe she went out to go get some bread... yeah, bread was nice. she liked bread... right? she wasn’t allergic to it... possibly. grace rubbed the back of her neck and groaned as she swung her long legs off the bed, not knowing she was just at the edge. almost instantly, she felt herself weightless as she fell onto the floor with a loud thud. “damn.” taped on the wall was a sign with a quickly scribbled note. if you can read me, it means you’re a klutz. she smirked. she must be a clumsy person if she had this note here before. she sighed loudly and hurried over to the bathroom to brush her teeth. when was it that life became so difficult? gracie could still hear the nurses talking about her, about them behind her back.

she fell asleep at the wheel...
it was almost three in the morning...
reckless young adults...
stupid...
childish...

all of the words rang loudly and she wanted to scream. it wasn’t her fault. it wasn’t. she couldn’t be blamed for this thing. why did people hate her so much? why was she being punished with mean nurses, nasty tabloids, everything? it was all too stressful and although her doctor said not to get too stressed, it was proving to be impossible. quickly gracie put her hair up, grabbing a piece of toast out of the toaster and headed out the door. in her pocket was an old picture of her and somebody else. it didn’t say a name on it. it didn’t have a face to it either. the face was scribbled out in sharpie. she must have been really mad. the only reason she didn’t think it was an ex boyfriend was because on the back, it had the address and in messy handwriting, it wrote, ‘grace, 16 years of knowing you. it’s been damn too long. you know where to find me. always...’ the name was scribbled out as well. but he must have been important. sixteen years of knowing him. he had to be someone special. that was her goal today though. she was to go find this person and demand him to tell her everything he knew about her and their relationship.

filled with a sudden burst of energy, gracie marched her way down the street. after a few blocks or so, she found herself completely lost in the streets of miami. by the time she found the bar, her energy was just about gone and her excitement that had been there vanished. she wiped her forehead with the bottom of her shirt before walking in. the air was musty, sunlight pouring through the windows. it looked just like a movie scene. it was mostly empty as most bars probably were in the afternoon. “um, hello?” she called hesitantly, “is anyone here?” there was a shadow that moved and almost relieved that she wasn’t talking to herself, gracie added, “um, i’m grace... i have an address that led me here and i’m looking for someone? i know this sounds a little funny but all i can tell you is that i’ve known them for about sixteen years but i don’t really know who it is... see, i was in a car accident and i’m just rambling to myself aren’t i.” she paused, feeling silly and awkward as well. she turned back around to the door, “y’know, i think i’ll leave. i don’t know what i’m saying or doing here and i’m rambling like i am right now... anyways, thanks for your patience, i’ll go now.”

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[JASON KURT ASTOR]

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There was silence but for the steady groan of the ceiling fan, the creak of the floor boards under footsteps, and the dim far-off static of his boss’ radio coming from the office out back. The quiet was nice though. He couldn’t deny it. Jason was at this moment in time exactly how he spent most of his life – hungover. Strung out. Washed up. Tasting bile in the back of his throat, his insides turned to liquid, his brain imploding in his skull, shaking in his skin and covered in cold sweat hungover. He was sat on a stool in the far back corner behind the bar, his head leant back against the wall, face tilted back to invite any wisps of cool air in his direction. It was the kind of dead shift where he could do this, after all. By far his favourite shift. He could just wander in hungover, still coming down from his high, and take a seat behind the bar and doze. Occasionally get up and fetch someone a beer. Pretend to be alert if his boss ever wandered out from his office – which he never did. Although this seedy little dive bar wasn’t exactly a hub of night life in the evenings, it did get a little busier, and it wasn’t half so easy to just laze around then. Also Jason could think of a hundred different things that were more fun to do in the evening than sit around in this vomit-soaked shack. “Jason!” His boss’ voice from the office doorway. God, that man had ironic timing. Just as Jason dismissed the idea of him coming to check on him, that’s what he did. “Look alive, son. I’m not paying you to nap.” “Yessir.” Jason snapped his hand to his forehead in a clumsy salute. “Sort your life out.” He snapped, disappearing back into his office. This was his customary ‘goodbye’. It used to be longer, back in the good old days when Jason hadn’t been quite so much of a wreck – when he’d still had the capacity to get through a day without a drink or some kind of mind-altering substance. It used to be practically a lecture. ‘You’re a bright kid, you got a bright future if you snap yourself out of this. Sort your life out before you get any worse, or I’ll have to fire your loser ass.’ None of that anymore. Jason and everyone he knew had reached a common consensus of opinion that while he may have been a bright kid with a bright future once, he was not anymore; that it was impossible for him to snap out of this, to sort his life out; and also that his boss would never fire him, because no one else would take this shitty minimum wage job. “Yessir.” Jason said again, anyway, after his retreating back. He stood after a couple of seconds, spurred by the brief conversation to do something other than just sit around. He wiped a dry rag down the back of the bar, moving it around the bottoms of liquor bottles with a half-hearted flourish. Behind him, he heard the door open, felt the brief flash of warm sunlight on his back and heard the distant rumble of Miami traffic, then the door swung closed again. He glanced up at the dusty mirror over the bar and saw – to his mild surprise – the hazy reflection of a girl. A blonde. Pretty enough, he was sure, but he couldn’t make out any other details thanks to the poor condition of the mirror. “Um, hello? Is anyone there?” She called, and in his head he answered: You’re in the wrong place, sweetheart. He turned and leant forward, resting his elbows on the bar, waiting for her to approach and order. And he watched her – and something stirred in his brain, a distant tugging that he felt even over his headache. Wasn’t there something familiar about that girl? It was hard to tell through the murky haze of dust and dingy light, but there was something… “Um, I’m Grace.” She said, and then… well, he knew, and he wondered how he hadn’t known immediately. Sixteen years of knowing you, he thought, recalling uncertainly the words he’d scribbled long ago on the back of that photograph. It was hard to remember now, but he remembered doing something to that effect – back when he still was proactive enough to do that sort of thing, when he still cared enough to not want to allow certain doors to close on him for good. She spoke some more – he heard ‘car accident’? Car accident? – then turned to leave. Jason recovered his wits. He lurched forward against the bar as if to move through it, slamming his leg hard against the counter and setting the glasses on the shelves beneath it chinking and twinkling against each other. He spoke up, raising his voice to say after her: “Shit. Grace, wait. It’s me. I think I’m who you’re looking for.” ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM

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when stars go blue,

“hey, who’s the gorgeous guy over there?” katie whispered and grace raised an eyebrow. him? you mean jason? she couldn’t help but let out a laugh and shook her head. no, there was no way katie could be into jason. that had to be a joke. sure he was good looking and everything but she had known him for so long she couldn’t really see him as anything more than just a brother. the brother she never had she liked to say. “no, he’s off limits,” the words blurted out. she didn’t want to share him. grace knew she was a spoiled girl. she got whatever she wanted and right now, she wanted to make sure no one got to him first. because if he was too occupied with someone else, then she might just never get to see him. the nineteen year old sauntered over to the bar, giving the bartender a sweet smile as he handed her another glass of beer, “it’s on the house.” perfect. that’s what she was hoping for. she didn’t find it necessary to bring any money even though she was practically rolling in it. it was sort of a game she liked to play. let’s see how long she could go without spending anything. grace knew she would be able to get away with it anyways. she was pretty, she was gorgeous, she was famous. everyone wanted to spend money on her. they wanted the fame and they knew that the only way of getting on her good side was doing whatever she said or wanted. it was funny how people were so desperate for the glimpse of glory that they’d stoop down to the level of her personal servant. free servant, really.

katie rolled her eyes, “c’mon, gracie. don’t be like that. i know it’s not ‘cause you like him. you’ve told me a million times that he’s just a friend, he’s just a friend. and i just happen to think he’s really hot and as your frieeeend, i want you to hook us up.” ugh, this friends thing was really getting annoying. grace didn’t want jason to get caught up in that sort of stuff. she didn’t want him to go out with someone trashy like katie... even though katie was a nice girl and was now in her third year of college so that meant she was a year ahead. so pretty, nice, and smart. whatever. gracie faked a smile as she took her glass, heading over to jason. “hey jace,” she smiled in his direction, “y’know that girl, katie? yeah. well, she wants to date you, but i heard she’s knocked up. and already has another kid. my word, don’t date her. either that or you’ll be the next baby daddy and insurance is high now, babe. not a good thing on your resume.” with that, bitch slap move, she leaned in and kissed him.

maybe it was a mistake to come. maybe the person wasn’t here. maybe her mystery person moved. or he was upstairs or maybe she really was going crazy. chels had made fun of her yesterday when she mistaken a stranger as being her first grade teacher she had seen in a photograph. it was embarrassing, but really, you couldn’t blame a girl for wanting to know more about her past, right? and then, there was a reply. either that or the wall was talking to her. i think i’m who you’re looking for. it was like hearing someone say i love you for the first time. there was something inside of her that jumped and she was suddenly energized once again. grace smiled brightly as the person spoke, rather stumbling his way towards her. he was definitely a good looking guy, maybe a little tired. hungover, but maybe it was just a hard day or something. yeah, that must be it.

she had a feeling that he was a good guy, he had to be. they had been friends for so long. gracie switch her bag to her left hand as she shook his hand, once again rambling, “oh hi- it’s so nice to meet you! i’m grace or gracie or gracelyn or bell girl, i’ve been called that too i don’t know what you call me but i just introduced myself before it’s so nice to meet you i’m sorry i’m completely blabbering i’ve been doing that a lot lately it’s horrible i’m sorry i didn’t catch your name?” the stream of words flew from her lips before she even realized it. there were so many questions she wanted to ask, wanted to say, but she couldn’t figure out how to place them. she glanced at the photograph and although the face was scribbled out, his body structure, his hands, his feet, they looked about the same, right? they probably matched. or so, she was guessing. she didn’t have much to work off of in the first place so anything was a clue. “i have a picture of us. i think. me and you. either that or that’d be awkward,” she stuck her hand out again, this time the photo in between her fingers. if anyone could help her, it would be him. it had to be.

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[JASON KURT ASTOR]

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when stars go blue,

she couldn’t really remember her last memory at this point. she had been trying to figure out who she was, what she was to other people, everything but all she learned was that she had been famous for quite a while now. she had seen clips of our big family, the show she and her sister had apparently gotten famous for and then later on moved to the other bigger films and tv shows, and they were funny. she definitely could see why they had gone for one for ten seasons. even gracie found herself giggling on the couch like a teenager as she popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth. the only thing was that she constantly had to ask chels which one was her and which one was her sister because the problem with being an identical twin, it does get to be a little hard to try and figure out which was which. this was probably what outsiders felt. the only difference was that this was her. the person she had supposedly been for the past twenty four years. but the other gracie definitely seemed to be... controlled.. possibly. she seemed to be confident and outspoken in interviews. maybe she had notes on how to act, how to be because they seemed somewhat rehearsed and yet there was something very natural about it as well. she didn’t know why, but it just was.

grace smiled again. jason. jace. it was a nice name. “jace... i like it,” she repeated under her breath, “it’s like grace- hey our names rhyme!” the observation was so innocent as she chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. he didn’t seem all that happy to see her. maybe something happened. or it was just the hangover. it had to be either of them because she couldn’t quite think of a reason for him to be mad... hopefully she wasn’t interrupting anything or something... was she? “i’m not here at a bad time am i? because i can go and come back later if you want. i guess i should have called, but i wasn’t so sure,” she bit her bottom lip, glancing down, only peering up quickly to see his reaction. she should have called shouldn’t she have. it was the formal thing to do. maybe the best thing to do was to actually look at the place and call it and ask for him, but hey, that wouldn’t work either. she didn’t know jace’s name then either. there really just no winning with this was there. grace couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved as he took the picture from her hand. at least he was curious. and he recognized himself despite the scribbled out part. it was a shame that he had been marked out. she didn’t know why though. “yeah, i was wondering about that too. but i do think that she. i mean me, her, she, i, i still cared since i had the picture still and everything. plus, the address is on the back, see?” grace reached over and flipped it behind to show his note and the address. why was it so important for her to make him feel at home? happy when she wasn’t quite at that point yet? maybe because there was still a bit of the old gracie that wanted him. wanted to find him or something. like one of those mystical lands or something. the kinds where she had a little bit of her old self back possibly. she didn’t really know.

jason. jace was questioning her. she took a deep breath and put her hand back into her bag before takign out some hospital documents. “i’ve been having to show this to lots of people lately,” it was official proof that she had been hurt recently and maybe they were supposed to be private, she couldn’t really remember but she had a feeling that people wouldn’t show others. why would they? they were only health records and it wasn’t that big of a deal was it? “i think me and my sister and two of our friends got into a car incident just a few weeks back or so and i was driving that night. everyone was okay though,” she quickly added that last line before glancing towards the bar, “look, i feel bad that i’m sort of dumping all of this on you this early in the morning. at least let me buy you a drink or something.” gracie gave him a side smile, feeling bad that she was now sort of confessing everything to him, a stranger she hardly knew. it was the least she could do, right? ease his pain?

tagged for pun / jason aka childhood cuties, 786, they. are. too. cute. for. words. and no worries! i totally know what you mean. worst feeling in the world <333

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] i'm all washed out by the side of the road broken bones matilda left a note with a rose saying baby honey child i love you so long but you deserve much better than me so i'm just burning all around all the miles on the road and i'm never going back and i'm never going home i been gone too long i been less right than wrong - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i lost so much blood in the falling out “Jace… I like it. It’s like Grace – hey, our names rhyme!” She announced. For a moment, Jason just looked at her – a little bewildered. The way she’d spoken sounded so innocent, so childish, that he hadn’t recognised it. Hadn’t recognised her. He was right, then: there was something very different in the way she held herself, the way she behaved. Everything was different. The way she spoke, the way she swept a loose strand of hair behind her ear, even the way she smiled. He wasn’t used to seeing her smile without scorn. “Yeah. Yeah, they rhyme.” He ducked his head briefly to clear his throat, then glanced back up at her with raised eyebrows. “Real cute.” “I’m not here at a bad time, am I?” She started, then went off rambling again. Was this a feature of the new and improved Gracelyn Bell? She had to talk at great lengths about unnecessary things? Of course she was here at a bad time. Any time before six ‘o’ clock in the evening was a bad time for Jason, because before then he was still half-drunk and coming off a high and nothing made much sense to him, but by six ‘o’ clock he could generally be counted on to be sober enough to go out and get drunk and high all over again. Not to mention, it was a bad time because he was working right now. Not that the old Grace would have cared. As far as she was concerned, when Jason was working it was a good thing, because she got free drinks. “Not a bad time. It’s not like I’m at work or anything.” He quipped slowly, but gave a dismissive shrug to show that it was okay, that he didn’t care. It wasn’t as if the bar was busy, and his boss was highly unlikely to check on him twice in one day. It didn’t really matter. Jason still had the photo in his hands. Studying it. She looked young, and he was sure that he did as well – beneath the black scribble obscuring his face. She looked happy enough, with him, here. Smiling. Her arm looped casually through his. Beneath the marker pen, was he smiling too? He couldn’t remember the photo being taken, or where they’d been, or what they’d been doing. Innocuous events like that rarely stuck in his mind. But the photo-Gracelyn looked happy, and he had a vague inkling that it had been a good day this photo had been taken on, and if they could have enjoyed each other’s company so much, maybe they had both been wrong and stupid to go their separate ways… Maybe there was still hope. “Yeah, I was wondering about that too. but I do think that she. I mean me, her, she, I, I still cared since I had the picture still and everything. Plus, the address is on the back, see?” She turned the picture over in his hands to show him. On a brief whim, encouraged by his sudden optimism and by her total cluelessness, he played completely dumb to the past. Would there ever be a better opportunity for a fresh start than freakin’ amnesia? She didn’t have to remember their falling out. She’d never have to know. “I guess… I still don’t know why you – she – whatever would do it, though. We’re friends. We always have been.” She was passing him hospital documents now. He glanced them over but didn’t try and read them. He believed her. He was sure she was telling the truth. There was no other explanation. He clumped the photograph and medical documents together in one hand. He ran his other hand briefly over his head, the short bristles of his hair, like he did when stressed. The permanent tremor in his fingers seemed to be worse than usual, probably a reaction to the bizarre morning he was having. “I think me and my sister were in a car incident just a few weeks back or so and I was driving that night. Everyone was okay though.” “Shit.” It was all he could think to say in reply. ‘Shit’ as in ‘holy shit’; as in ‘shit, you could have died’; as in ‘you have got to be shitting me, does car accident-related amnesia even happen in real life?’ “Yeah, you know, a drink sounds good.” He agreed after a moment spent considering her offer. Back on familiar territory. Jason may not have known how to deal with old amnesiac friends suddenly walking into his life, but he knew how to drink. “Forget about buying it – I work here. You want a beer or…?” ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM

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when stars go blue,

“gracie, i don’t want you hanging around jason. look, sweetie, he used to be a good guy, but he’s gotten on the bad side of town. i don’t want you hanging around him,” her mom said as she took another look at herself in the mirror. grace rolled her eyes and leaned against the drawer. she didn’t want to listen to her mom. she had been listening to her for so long and despite the fact that she came out of the woman’s womb, she felt almost no connection to her. was it bad that they had lost that mother-daughter connection over time? was it bad to say that she didn’t want to be with her mom anytime, anywhere? “mom, don’t even lecture me. you haven’t been in our lives for quite some time and you really don’t have any license in telling me who i can and can’t hang out with. jason’s my friend. i’ll hang out with him if i want to,” grace crossed her arms. she and jace had been friends for a long time. they used to play out on the streets together. they used to play basketball, used to do softball together. he was only real dose of normal and the fact that her mom was trying to keep her away from that, it wasn’t fair. but then again, her mom had never really liked anyone who was simply ‘local,’ they always had to be celebrities. rich people. people like them.

she could already feel another argument coming on and it was almost a blurt of the moment sort of feeling before grace suddenly blurted out, “mom, i love him.” there. it was out. she loved him. nineteen year old reckless and spoiled brat gracelyn bell loved jace astor the troubled teenager. she wanted to tell someone, she wanted to tell her sister, but there seemed to be no way to say it correctly. grace had loved him for a while and it was funny how it was only now coming out. but with everything with katie wanting to be with him, seeing him with multiple girls, and suddenly her mom was telling her how to live her life, everything was just piling up on top of one another and grace wanted them to stop. she wanted to just like him as a friend, like a brother, but she knew that was never going to happen. he was her stable block and like she had written on his high school yearbook, ‘we’ll always find a way back together’ lyrics to a song, it was true. they were best friends and she would always think of him. she had to. if she didn’t, she really didn’t know what her life would be without him. grace watched her mom’s eyes widen and her mouth drop. in only a split second, there was a sudden loud slap and she could feel her cheek stinging with a red mark. she never said those three words after that.

all grace could think of was that he probably missed the old gracie didn’t he. he probably wanted to be with her, talk to her instead of the new her, the one that had been supposedly brainwashed by this car accident. in fact, she wanted things to be normal back again. she didn’t want to be this person she didn’t know. she didn’t want people accusing her of lying or doing stuff she would have never even thought about. what did gracie do? was she a nice person? did she cook? could she clean? who was she? she had no idea and suddenly, she was being thrown into a situation with someone she hardly knew and yet, she felt like she should know him after all of these years together. why was he not very happy? gracie felt the need to get him to smile. to do something that would show they were good friends or something. and then... and then he said they were friends. they were friends! she couldn’t help but smile even brighter than before, if that was possible. “really? so. tell me. how did we meet? have we really know each other for that long?” she pulled up a stool and sat down, excited for the story. she wanted to know everything about her, about him. stories were the best way to get people to open up, so she was told, and the fact that he must have thousands of stories about the two of them together. “what am i like anyways? i’ve seen a bunch of interviews with me and other people, but what do you think? of the old gracie i mean.” she wanted some information. all she wanted to know was who she was and if he could give her that information, she would be in his debt forever and always.

he was nice. she liked jace. he seemed like a genuinely good guy even though he sounded just a little hungover. it could have been either a tough night or an easy one, she wasn’t sure. maybe he just liked to drink... that was always the possibility. she didn’t really know what to think, but she did enjoy his company. there was something very comforting and familiar about him. she couldn’t quite place a word on it yet, but it was helpful to know that there was always someone there for her. or someone who seemed remotely interesting in her background, her history, her feelings, everything. “a beer would be just perfect. thank you,” she smiled, “so jace, tell me about yourself. what brought you here to work at a bar? what’s your life story? you must be an interesting individual since my old self seemed to like you so much.” grace teased. there was a glimpse, a glint of the old gracie in her eyes before it faded away as quickly as it came and the tiniest of smirks upon her lips.

tagged for pun / jason aka childhood cuties, 990, ummmm. can i just say surprise! and also, i think they should just get up and get married already? lmaoo <333

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