tj_ray: (close up smile)
2011-08-13 11:33 pm
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"Where's Uncle Jim?" TJ asked his aunt. "I want to run something by him."

"He's out back in the hammock, sweetie."

"'Kay, thanks," TJ said, heading into the backyard.

When he got back there, he saw that his uncle had fallen asleep with a beer in his hand and a car magazine resting on his chest. Chuckling, TJ carefully removed both items so neither of them would fall. His uncle worked hard all week, so getting to be home on the weekend to relax in the yard was the least he deserved. The question he had for him could wait.
tj_ray: (bigger smile)
2011-08-13 10:29 pm
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Roughing it

TJ looked through the stuff in the backseat. "Did you remember the tent?"

Jet looked put out. "What kind of question is that? I've been camping before. Why would I forget something as basic as the tent?"

"I'm just saying, I don't want to get out there and have to freeze my ass off all night because you forgot it."

"I didn't forget it."

"Then why don't I see it?"

"It's back there," Jet insisted.

"Okay, fine."

After a few moments of silence, Jet cursed and turned the car around.

"What is it?" TJ asked.

"I forgot the fucking tent."
tj_ray: (hair)
2011-08-13 03:28 pm
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TJ loved the park, especially when he could lie down in the shade and catch a nap. A fly tickled his nose and he brushed it away.

"Damn it," he muttered when the fly landed on his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw his ex-girlfriend, a blade of grass in her hand.

"Hey, Teej."

"You were doing that?"

She nodded.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to say hey."

"Fine. You did. Go."

"You still mad?"



"Just leave," he snapped.

Nodding, she slowly got to her feet and walked away.

"Bitch," he muttered, closing his eyes again.
tj_ray: (close up smile)
2011-08-13 01:20 pm
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TJ finished laying the last tile in place and rocked back on his heels with a smile on his face. It looked great.

"You decide if you're coming by tonight?" his friend Jet asked him.

TJ nodded and got to his feet. "Yeah, I guess I will. Can't avoid her forever, right? Can I bring over anything?"

"A bag of ice."

"You got it."

"And maybe some chips and dip. And weed, if you've got it."

TJ looked at his friend. "Man, why don't we just have the party at my place?"

Jet laughed. "I was hoping you'd say that."
tj_ray: (Default)
2011-08-13 02:55 am
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still alive. miss u. dont wanna talk tho.

TJ grinned when he saw the text from Shy. He'd been worried about his friend but knew he must be okay if he was texting. He opened his phone and replied.

Miss you too. Don't worry about talking. You okay?

After a few moments he received another message.

not rly. wish i was dead.

A chill went through TJ's body when he read it.

No you don't.

A few minutes passed, and just when TJ was ready to call Shy he received

come see me

TJ grabbed his keys.

On my way.
tj_ray: (squinting)
2011-08-13 01:45 am
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TJ wiped his brow. The sun was merciless today. If he hadn't promised his uncle he'd mow the lawn, he would've spent the day at the movie theater basking in air-conditioned comfort. But a promise was a promise. Besides, he was almost done. As he pushed the mower, he thought about the day he'd get his own place and have someone else mow the lawn. Hell, he'd hire someone to clean up after him so he wouldn't even have to make his bed. While thoughts of living the good life filled his brain, he failed to notice the sprinkler head.
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2011-08-08 05:13 am
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"Shy, you okay?" TJ asked, looking in on his friend. He'd put Shy in one of the spare rooms so he'd have some privacy, but he thought he'd heard crying.

"No," came a small voice from the bed.

Walking into the room, TJ took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Wanna talk?"

Shy shook his head and reached for TJ's hand. "Can you just stay with me, tonight? It's weird, but I'm feeling scared. Is that dumb?"

"No, man, I don't think it's dumb," TJ said softly. "And I'll stay with you for as long as you want."
tj_ray: (little smile)
2011-07-21 01:42 pm

Charloft Thursday - Work

"TJ, can you and Jet finish up that job on Crestview by Friday?" TJ's Uncle Jim asks.

"I think Jet's out of town until next week."

Jim frowns. "Damn. I can't be there and you can't do it alone."

"Well, the stuff that still needs to be done isn't much, right? I know someone who'd be willing to help."



"I'd hate to impose on him."

"Not me. I bet he'd love the chance to lend a hand."

"Okay, but you've got to promise you'll actually get the work done and not smoke all day."

"I promise," TJ laughs.
tj_ray: (squinting)
2011-07-15 01:10 pm
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I've been called lazy, a homebody, and (once) worthless. Why? Because I'm not one of those guys who wants to race out into the world and see everything it has in store for me. Seriously, if I'd been put in charge of exploring the new world, we still wouldn't have any idea whether the earth was flat or not. I've got no wanderlust, no restlessness, no desire to scale any mountains or set foot where no one has before. The biggest adventure I ever want to go on is getting on the new roller coaster at Six Flags New England.
tj_ray: (black and white)
2011-07-10 10:07 pm

Thursday - Ambition

I'm not sure if I have any real ambition. It's not that I'm lazy, I'm just satisfied with what I have. I've got money from an airline settlement (after my parents' plane crashed), so I have that to spend when I need it. I've got a job working for my uncle installing kitchens and bathrooms. I live with my aunt and uncle and am thinking about renting my own place. I guess that's a teeny ambition, but other than that, I'm pretty good. Actually, I'm always on the lookout for primo weed, but I'm not sure what to call that.
tj_ray: (Default)
2011-07-08 03:49 am

Charloft: Thursday - Insomnia

The nights when he couldn't sleep were the hardest. His brain wouldn't shut off all the anxiety, fear and grief. Those were the nights he thought about how much he missed his mom and dad and how horrible it must have been for them and all those other people when they knew the plane was going down. That was when he worried that he wouldn't do anything meaningful with his life to make his parents proud. Mostly, that was the time he wondered how he was going to die and whether or not anyone would care when he was gone.