HARD DAY'S NIGHT, ATTN: LOREN

[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

Liz rang the doorbell for the fifth time in two minutes. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for either Loren or his mom to open the door. If it was his dad… she’d probably be shot. She didn’t want to be shot, she liked her body whole and not wounded… plus blood was supposed to be in her body, not on the ground. Why was she on the Ericson family doorstep you ask? Well she got locked out of her house when her parents left with her brother Josh to go visit a sick relative in Cleveland. Yes she should have taken her keys with her, but she was just going down the street to her friend Brittany’s house to help her with her math. Liz thought she’d be home before they left, but sadly she wasn’t.

After climbing in through the garage window that was stuck open and checking that door too (locked, and the spare key was gone) she grabbed the ‘just-in-case-I’m-an-idiot-and-get-locked-out-overnight’ bag (she checked that for a key too) and walked nearly halfway across town to Loren’s house. Sure she could have stayed at Brittany’s, but Santana came over while Liz was leaving, and Liz really did not want to deal with Santana Lopez for hours on end. Liz adored Brittany, but just not that much.

Just before Liz hit the doorbell again, the door opened and Loren’s mom, Summer, was on the other side. Loren’s nicer parent looked at her for a moment, during with Liz just smiled at Summer with one of those 'I'm a innocent girl come to annoy your son' smiles before said mother turned and yelled into the house. “Loren! Elizabeth’s here!” Mrs. Ericson always got her name wrong for some reason. Liz really didn’t mind, the woman was pretty damn cool. If she wasn’t married to her idiot asshole husband, Liz would totally want to be adopted by her. Mrs. Ericson moved to one side and let Liz in. “Thanks Mrs. Ericson.” Liz said, noticing that Loren’s dad was no-where to be seen. Score one for timing.

Apparently Summer was in the middle of cooking dinner because Liz could something being cooked… or burned. While Loren’s mom ran back into the kitchen, Liz plopped herself down on the couch and waited for said teenaged Hulk to lurk out of wherever he was.

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[Loren J. Ericson]

gonna be my bruise

He heard the doorbell ring. He also heard his father yelling for his mother to get it, which is why he didn’t move. His parents were upstairs in their bedroom, probably watching TV. It was a typical night at the Ericson household. Spencer Ericson was more than likely sitting in his bed showing off his frighteningly fit ex-Marine body while watch UFC kickboxing on Fox Sports, which looked so deliriously like two men having nasty kama sutra sex that the man was having a time keeping his hands off the growing discomfort in his shorts. At least, that’s what Loren had seen him doing every night for the last week. It was sickening really. Summer, Loren’s mother, was in the kitchen, probably singing softly to herself in an attempt to distract her mind from the fact that she hadn’t been touched by her husband in no less than a year. Loren was pretty positive the beautiful blonde regularly dreamt of divorcing the man and running off with the charmer who worked at the law firm with her. Well, he hoped she had some escape from the insanity that was his father.

The doorbell rang insistently quite a few times before Loren finally heard his mother’s soft footsteps pad down the staircase to the door. Sure, it was fairly early for everyone to be in bed, but that was the way of things in the Ericson household. They got tired of each other rather quickly and went off to the sanctuary of beds behind closed and locked doors. He wasn’t going to bother going upstairs to see who was at the door until he heard his mother’s yell. Liz was here? What for? Suddenly frantic, he jumped up from his bed and quickly changed the channel from the very romantic chick flick movie he was watching, namely Pocahontas, and turned to ESPN. No, Liz did not need to know that he totally adored Colors of the Wind. Not at all.

Of course, he realized too late that putting on some clothing would have been smarter when greeting a female guest that just happened to be an ex that hadn’t seen him in his underwear. Well, there’s a first time for everything right? This was apparently it as he skidded to a stop in his living room clad literally in a pair of blue and yellow plaid boxers and nothing else. Yes, the beautiful tattooed body of Loren Ericson was out in full effect, even showing off the Kanji tattoo just above the lining of his shorts. He wasn’t about to explain that he’d tattooed his mother’s middle name there. It just wouldn’t make sense no matter how he worded it.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lizbeth?” It was his usual gruff greeting, spoken even with a grin that he saved only for her. There was no need to let her know he was utterly caught off guard by her presence, which apparently was going to last all night judging by the overnight bag she had with her. He dropped down in his dad’s football chair and turned the TV on, idly flipping through the channels. It was going to be a long night.

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[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

When Loren came tromping into the room like he owned the place, Liz couldn’t help but notice he was only wearing boxers and showing off his tattoos. She had no idea he had tattoos! In her opinion it was actually kind of hot, the whole tattoo thing… not that she cared. She totally did not care that he was hot. They already had a chance, he fucked it up, it was his fault, and she cares not. Okay, so she cares a little… just a little. Oh fuck it, she thought he was hotter then an on fire jalapeńo drenched in hot sauce. There, she thought it. She wasn’t going to say it though. Hell to the no to that! Loren would never know that him in his boxers with his sexy ass tattoos and nothing else was probably her biggest turn on ever and she wanted to thank him with waffles and good morning sex. No, he would never, ever EVER know. She would take that to the grave with her. Besides, the torture of the ‘Lizziebear’ nickname was bad enough… just imagine what he’d do with that.

“Eh. I was in the neighborhood… I decided to roam the streets after getting locked out of my house. I just ended up roaming this way and said to myself ‘Hey, I think I want to go bother Loren and then go and back home and sleep on the bench out front’. Then when I got here, I saw that it was about time for the pervs to hunting in my neighborhood. So I come asking for a couch to sleep on because really, I’m too cute to be kidnapped.” Liz said curling her hair around her fingers aimlessly. “Or die a deliciously tragic way. All in all- Oh, Pocahontas is on! Gimme that remote!” Liz jumped up and grabbed the remote from Loren, switching back to the slightly gushy Disney chick flick from ESPN or whatever lame manly-man channel it was. She loved that movie to death; she even learned how to play Colors of the Wind on her guitar, or at least as best as she could.

She plopped down on the ground right next to Loren’s chair and crossed her legs Indian style (something years of dance and cheer let her do by instinct). It was a custom of hers, usually she was accompanied by her brother and his stuffed raccoon Flitt, but right now she was alone with a remote. She turned and looked up at her soccer/track star best friend/ex. “Suck it up we are watching this shit. And if you even try for the remote I will bite you and not in the kinky way either. I will break skin.” Liz was just tall enough so that only her eyes were visible above the armrest, but damn did she mean it. Her eyes were screaming ‘bring it Blondie, I will bite your cute little hand off and I will give it to your parents as a constant reminder of your existence.’

Liz was dead serious when it came to four things; her friends, her family, her guitars, and Pocahontas. Oh, and how hot Loren was shirtless and in boxers. Can’t forget that.

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[Loren J. Ericson]

gonna be my bruise

He was completely unaware of reaction to him. Well maybe not entirely. Okay so he totally noticed the way she was staring at his tattoos, so what. He’d already screwed Liz over in the love zone and he wasn’t about to do it again. Not to mention, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen her ogling his goods. This was just the first time she’d seen him in his underwear.

Oh shit. I’m in my boxers in front of Liz. For a guy with a 4.0 gpa, he wasn’t exactly all that quick when it came to being social, especially with the ex that he may or may not still harbor an infinitesimal feeling for. Of course, he was Loren Ericson, and he wasn’t about to show her how nervous that thought had made him so he kept on watching ESPN, which he’d somehow ended up on until she reached over and snatched the remote. He looked down at her as her words registered. There was no way she was gonna force him to watch that with her. He wouldn’t survive it.

“Liz, we have a guest room. No need for a couch.” Of course, her next words stopped him from reaching for the remote. He couldn’t deny how adorable she looked staring up at him over the armrest of the chair. Her little threat just added to the cuteness. Really, Liz could nip at him all she liked and it would never be anything less than kinky in his mind. Unfortunately, before he could come up with a way to charm her into letting him change the channel, his mother walked in with a huge bowl full of popcorn and a delicious looking BLT.

“Oh is that Pocahantas? Loren absolutely loves that movie. He sings along and everything. Has since he was about five years old. Where’s Flitt, Loren? I’m surprised you haven’t got him up here with you.” That was the problem with his mother being so darn quiet. When she did talk, the worst most embarrassing things tended to come out. Groaning in typical teenage boy frustration, Loren stood up and grabbed Liz by the hand, dragging her toward his huge bedroom down in the basement. Then he paused and took the popcorn and BLT from Summer and went back to walking.

“Thanks a hell of a lot, Mom. We’ll be in my room for the rest of the night.” He practically ran into his room, wanting to avoid any more conversation with his parents. He hoped beyond all hopes that he’d been smart enough to toss the stuffed raccoon he’d named Flitt into his closet before pounding up the stairs to pester Liz. Of course, as was typical of the night so far, he hadn’t. Damn stuffed toy was sitting on his pillow, staring at ESPN. Not even bothering to look embarrassed, he bounced on the bed and flipped the Recall button on his remote just in time to catch Pocahantas singing his favorite song: Colors of the Wind.

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[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

Liz nearly busted out laughing when Summer came in and said what would probably be etched in her memory forever. She couldn’t believe that Loren actually liked Pocahontas, let alone loved it. Plus she never thought he’d actually sing along… or sing in general. He was, in her opinion, too much like his royal ass of a father to do that. For once she was happy she was wrong because now she wouldn’t be stared at like she was freak when she started singing along with the movie, because she so was so going to. It wasn’t her fault, old Disney movies are just that damn addicting. She was pulled up rather suddenly and towed in the direction of Loren’s bedroom down in the basement. She heard Loren mumble something most teenage boys said once their mom had embarrassed them in front of their friends and that laugh of hers let loose just a tad bit. “Don’t worry Mrs. Ericson; Loren’s virginity will not be horribly wrenched from him tonight. I’d hate to defile him during his favorite movie! ” Liz laughed, knowing she was going to be glared at horribly and perhaps denied food. “Besides, I like my eggs unfertilized in the morning! ”

Lizbeth scurried down to Loren’s basement bedroom/lair of evil quickly; following Loren like her puppy followed her when she was at home. Luckily for Liz she wasn’t as clumsy as her puppy otherwise she’d probably had tripped and gone tumbling down the stairs by now, and most likely taking Loren down with her. But she was still clumsy, not that anything became of it at the moment… but it could. Plopping down on the other side of Loren she grabbed a handful of popcorn and nibbled until the handful was gone. After she was empty-handed in the ways of popcorn, she instinctively reached for the plush raccoon that was lying between her and Loren, pulling it close to her chest. It was something she was used to do with her own Flitt and later with her brother, but since neither was there at the moment and she sure as hell wasn’t going to snuggle with Loren, she made due with the stuffed animal. She absently noticed that the stuffed raccoon smelled like Axe, Kilo Axe to be precise, the stuff Loren basely absorbed into his skin or whatever because he always smelled like it.

“Dude, your raccoon smells like you doused it with Axe. Not that I mind, just saying.” Liz mumbled after Colors of the Wind was over, which she sang along with the entire time it was playing. Not too loudly though she didn’t want to broadcast her barely in-key voice over the movie’s sheer awesome singing.

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[Loren J. Ericson]

gonna be my bruise

Colors of the Wind is a badass song, okay? That’s why he likes it. Alright, so the fact that Pocahantas is his favorite Disney movie, after the Lion King of course, might be just a little gay, but really, how could he not dig a princess walking around talking to trees and hanging with wolves? That was better than Cinderella and Snow White any day. Of course, he wasn’t really paying much attention to Princess Poca. No, his mind was more so on the brunette sitting next to him, hugged up so nicely with his Flitt. He was torn between taking the little raccoon back from her, and smiling because she was so comfortable with it.

Either option seemed a little weird, and oddly revealing, so he just went back to wolfing down the delicious BLT his mother had made him, and not commenting on her obvious sex joke that she’d made to his mom. Weirdly, Summer and Liz had developed this unusual ability to be completely honest with each other, and he was pretty positive his mother told the brunette things Loren would rather she didn’t know. Of course, he didn’t get to challenge or comment on that relationship without sounding like a jealous ass. Thus, he’d stayed safely silent.

As he munched on his sandwich, he slyly watching Liz out the corner of his eyes, amused by her soft singing with the movie. Her voice wasn’t like the Glee girls voices, any of whom would have owned her in a second, but it was still nice to hear. He smiled, humming along until the song was over, then chuckled when she remarked about the raccoon being covered in his scent.

“Well, of course Flitt smells like I doused him in Axe.” He answered, leaning across her to sit the now empty plate on the bedside table. “That’s exactly what I did. I happen to like the way Kilo smells, and he’s like a little air freshener cuz he reeks of the stuff. My room never smells like sweaty soccer player.” Settling back into the bed, he laid down on the pillows, his arms crossed under his head, and went back to watching the movie. “Really, would you want to be in here if it smelled like sweaty boy socks all the time?”

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[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

“Okay, stinky soccer boy smell would definitely veer me away from your underground liar of evil…” Liz trailed off as Loren leaned over her. Did this boy know that she had a bubble? Did he know his hotness could potentially make her go cuckoo for fucking coco-puffs? And not the good cuckoo either, the bad rape-y cuckoo. Sighing, she looked up at the ceiling and waited for him to get out of her bubble. “You know, I’m rather lenient with my personal space, but leaning over me and getting up all in my grill with your shirtless-ness is against the Liz Laws. I should fine your fine half-naked self.” She said, her hands moving along with the words. One bad trait of Liz’s is that she talks with her hands. Another is… she hits people. A lot. So now that you know that… I think you can safely assume what happened next.

At ‘I should fine your fine half-naked self’ Liz went to point at Loren and her depth perception was obviously off, so she ended up smacking him in the face. Hard. Right in the eye. “OH MY GOD! I’M SO SORRY!” She practically screamed before muffling herself with her hands. She heard step from upstairs and knew she would be in deep shit if Loren’s father got his lazy ass up to see why a girl was in Loren’s bedroom, yelling like a lunatic. Liz lowered her voice to nearly a whisper. “I’m sooooo sorry Loren. I didn’t- Holy profanity I think I gave you a black eye unless you had one already and I’m loosing it.” Liz said. Her eyes were as big as dinner plates as her best friend’s eye began to bruise slowly. “I’m going to go and get you some ice for that…” She said before jumping over him and heading up the stairs. She managed to find her way into the kitchen and she ran to the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas that were probably more freezer burn then peas. She took that and ran back down to her wounded best friend, gently pressing the packet onto his bruising eye. “Lore, I’m real sorry.”

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[Loren J. Ericson]

gonna be my bruise

It’s not his fault. Honest. He just couldn’t help himself. I mean really, is it his fault that he was in such a great mood and then she just had to go and call his room and underground lair of evil? Seriously, that was just not a good thing to say. He was already pretty sensitive about most parts of his life anyway, and the fact that she was even in his bedroom was sure to piss his father off, and really angry Spencer was not fun to deal with, but he was risking it for her. Also, it should probably be noted that Loren has Intermittent Explosive Disorder, which means that things that normal people could brush off and laugh about have the potential to really piss him off. It also means that when he does get pissed off like that, he goes into what is called a Rage Attack and is virtually unconscious of what he is doing. Triggers are often hard to identify, although some, like his name, are really obvious. What Liz didn’t know is that … well actually Liz doesn’t know anything. She doesn’t even know about the IED.

Considering all that, you have to agree that his reaction, while a bit outrageous, was totally par for the course of things.

Thus, her minor insult to his man pride flipped a switch in his anger mechanics, and earned the brunette girl a hard glare. Naturally, she was completely oblivious to this and her hands went flying along with her tongue. The moment she smacked him right across the eye, the entire room went red. He lost total consciousness of the fact that it was an accident, and that Liz was flailing and touching him apologetically. He was completely unaware of her rapid departure and return with the bag of frozen peas to gently press against his wounded eye. All he saw was a hand reaching out into his sphere of brimming fury, and without a second of pause to think about it, his arm reached up to deflect her, forcing the frozen bag from her hand, and his other hand curled into a fist, reaching in a flash to punch her, with all his strength, square in the face.

It wasn’t until he heard his mother’s voice a few moments later, telling Liz to go upstairs immediately, that the red in front of his eyes cleared.

Summer stood before him, warily watching as he wildly looked around the room. “Loren, honey, calm down.” Her voice was soft and soothing, a trigger they’d learned from his psychologist to attract his attention after one of his episodes. She stayed out of his reach, blocking his exit from the room, and waited. When she knew he was calm, she went upstairs, leaving him to his own devices.

He knew he wouldn’t see Liz for the rest of the night. Not even bothering to turn off the TV, he picked up the fallen toy, and curled up on his bed with it, adamantly refusing to let the tears brimming in his eyes fall. But without his permission, they did, and he silently cried himself to sleep, the weight of his own shame breaking him.

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[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

Liz got punched in the face. Actually, in the nose. She got punched in the nose so hard it broke. That’s right, broke, as in there was a resounding and very loud crack. “Aw shit-monkeys!” Liz yelled her hands flying to her nose as if it was about to fall off. Blood was seeping out of it and it wasn’t a pretty picture at all. Liz had never broken anything before. She hadn’t even sprained or dislocated anything either, yet here she was, holding her broken and bleeding nose because the boy she likes who is her best friend just punched her for no damn reason. Well, maybe it was in retaliation for the whole hitting-him-in-the-eye thing, but that was an accident and he could have easily retaliated with a pillow to the head, not his fist! Apparently her cursing reached Summer’s ears because she seemed to have flown down to Loren’s room like some sort of ghost. The older woman kept telling Liz to go up stairs while simultaneously calming down her son. How she could do that was beyond Liz’s teenage comprehension so she just made her way upstairs and tried to stop the blood coming out of her nose. Eventually Summer found her way upstairs to find Liz leaning over the kitchen sink. “Summer, can I get a bit of help here?” Liz said before sneezing, causing more blood and mucus to filter out of her nose.

“OWWWW, MOTHER FLIPPING WAFFLES WITH A SIDE OF BACON!”

After Loren’s mother fixed her all up as well as a mother could -- Liz figured her nose would be forever slightly crooked, but now it was in alignment, after a crap load of pain. – She explained that Loren was very easily angered and that she should just watch what he said around him. Liz rolled her eyes at this, knowing it was just a tad bit of a lie, before getting slapped over the head. “That is exactly what I’m talking about!” Summer nearly growled at her. Lizbeth made a mental note never to upset any of the Ericsons’ as long as she lived. Eventually all the bleeding stopped and Summer figured it was okay for Liz to go to sleep in the guest room. Liz went to protest —to say the couch was fine-- but Summer gave her a look and Liz quietly went to said guest room, changed, and fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.

The next morning Liz went to the bathroom to check on her nose, and it was all black and blue. “Very attractive…” She mumbled to herself before going downstairs where she already heard Summer walking around. She popped her head into the kitchen and found the beautiful blonde mother cooking breakfast while humming. She also heard snoring coming from both upstairs and down. “Jeez, lazy boys much? You need to whip these boys into high gear and make them cook you breakfast.” Liz grumbled before walking over to the stove to see what was cooking. She wasn’t standing there three seconds before bacon grease got her exposed arm. “This is just not my week!” Liz yelped, backing away from the stove and into a dining room chair, where she sat contently for a while. She and Summer discussed why Spencer and Loren weren’t already up making Summer breakfast (apparently they’re easier to deal with when they’re immediately fed) and right in the middle of Liz’s ‘Don’t they even try to make you breakfast on Mother’s Day? THOSE BASTARDS!!!’ rant; she heard one of the Ericson men/grizzlies stop snoring. Summer grabbed one of the plates (ironically of waffles and bacon) she had all ready and went toward the basement before Liz stopped her. “No. He shouldn’t be given food, especially in bed, before he comes up here and explains himself!”

“Liz, sweetie… cut him a break. He was mad, he didn’t know any better.” That was the last proverbial straw. Liz snatched the plate from Summer and walked, or rather stomped, back into the kitchen and put it in the microwave so it would be at least warm when Loren ate it, if he did. She stomped back to the door to Loren’s room and banged on it. “Loren! Get your lily-white ass up here and get your own damn food! Summer is not your personal servant, she’s your mother!”

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[Loren J. Ericson]

gonna be my bruise

Loren Ericson was man that rose with the sun. Today however, he’d risen long before the sun. It had been about 3 am, and he’d woken up, creeping out of the house with ease with his two surprisingly awake dogs. It was if his Westie boys had instinctively known something was wrong, and had risen just to help him clear his head. Thus at 3 am, Loren, Happy, and Rocket had gone for their usual daily run. The puppies had been fairly quiet, and pushed as much speed into their little legs as they could. All in all, it was a good run, although it had done nothing for the emotional torment he was feeling.

Last night had been horrific. He’d never felt so disgusted with himself in his whole life, and really he’d done some pretty nasty things to people. He couldn’t believe he’d actually hurt Liz. The one person in his whole world he’d wanted to protect from himself, the one person he’d thought he could control himself around, and he’d flown off the handle and broken her nose. That went beyond domestic violence in his mind. That was the utmost of evils, breaking any part of a helpless person was something Loren hated doing, and each time it happened he’d justified it in some way, made it up in his mind that the other individual could have defended themselves, or just not provoked him at all then the rage would never have come out. With Liz, he couldn’t say any of those things.

During most of his rage attacks, he didn’t remember doing them, almost like a blackout. His psychologist had referred to it as repressed memories or something, but he didn’t really care about that part. All he knew was that he rarely remembered the sound of cracking ribs, or the feeling of bone crushing underneath his fist. It was something beyond his control, something that could only be prevented, and not contained. Yet, after crying himself to sleep (something he will probably never admit to) he’d had repetitive nightmares of what had happened over and over and over. Every dream he’d woken screaming from had been the memory of Liz’s bones crushing under his hand. He’d felt the sticky gush of blood every single time, and seen the look of utter fear and horror on her face so much it haunted him even though he was awake.

It had been the worst night in his memory, and the guarded expression that had been on his mother’s face every single time she’d pulled him from the entrapping dreams had only made him feel like even more shit. Summer had finally left him to his own devices around 1 am, and when he’d come back in from his run he’d slipped upstairs to check on her, making sure she was still asleep. Then he’d slipped into the guest room, staring down at the horrible bruise covering Liz’s face, trying to imagine how he’d hurt someone so wonderful. The thought was crippling, and he just knew that she’d hate him forever. The only reason he thought she’d even stayed was because his mother had probably forced her to. He knew how Summer was, and the thought of Liz going anywhere at night with a broken nose had probably really worried his compassionate mother. He’d wondered what the blonde had told his friend. Liz would be really pissed if she ever found out about the IED, and he was pretty positive that his mother had figured out that he wasn’t taking the pills.

With all those thoughts cramming into his mind, he hadn’t been able to stand looking at the horrifying result of his actions any longer, so he’d gone back down to his bedroom and locked the door. He’d lain in bed, forcing himself to try and sleep, but knowing that it wouldn’t last even if he made it that far. Surprisingly, it had, and when Summer woke up and started making breakfast, he was still asleep, once again caught in the torment of his dreams. Just like the multiple times it had happened throughout the night, Loren shot up from the dream stifling a scream into his pillow, trying to still his trembling body. Crazy isn’t it, how he felt like he’d killed her rather than just bruised her face for a while. He was still lying there, covered in a cold sweat, when he heard Liz’s angry steps down to his bedroom door.

“Loren! Get your lily-white ass up here and get your own damn food! Summer is not your personal servant, she’s your mother!” It was pretty obvious to him what was going on. His mom had more than likely made him some comfort food, waffles and bacon if he guessed correctly, and was probably headed to bring it to him when Liz hit the roof and well she was at his door screaming seconds later. Didn’t she know that Summer was just trying to protect her, trying to keep her safe from the sixteen year old monster she was yelling at? How was she even anywhere near him, knowing what he’d done to her? He didn’t understand it at all and it frustrated him. Naturally, he reacted like the ass he was, with anger borne of his fear and frustration, anger directed at himself but tossed to Liz because he didn’t know how to do anything else.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lizbeth? Take your scrawny ass the fuck home. I’m not fucking hungry.” He growled out, knowing she would hear him. His throat was raw from the wracking sobs he’d choked out throughout the night, but he couldn’t let her know that. She couldn’t see how broken he was. He had to make her go away, make her stay away, had to protect her from himself.

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[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

Liz glared at the door that pretty much stopped her from punching Loren square in the jaw. He was just so… so… infuriating! If he wasn’t making out with other girls behind her back, he was punching her in the nose. And if he wasn’t doing that, he’d be punching other people in the nose, or breaking their ribs. Her jaw tightened and she nearly growled. He was an insufferable, adorable, infuriating, good-looking oaf! She tried the doorknob, but found it locked and unmoving. He’d locked her out! That just made Liz madder. “Loren Jet Ericson, open this damn door and explain your self right now!” She said, banging on the door a bit. Summer watched quietly while her son’s friend glared daggers at the door since she couldn’t glare at Loren. She would find it humorus if Loren wasn’t akin to an angry bear and Liz wasn’t akin to a stupid hiker poking at said bear. “And if you don’t I’ll… I’ll… I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!” Liz yelled, banging her fist against the door again.

Summer reached out and pulled the younger female away from the door before she caused more damage to her self and Loren’s fragile psyche. Liz fought a bit before being turned around to be face to face with, as she dubbed her, the Mama Bear. Summer was giving her a ‘That’s not a good idea and you know it’ look and Liz instantly tamed her anger, looking more like a bad puppy being scolded then a raging bruised teenager. “Liz, yelling will get you no where fast with Loren. He’s just as angry as you are.” Summer said quietly, sitting down on the steps. Liz sat down next to her and kept glaring at the door, wishing for it to burst into flames or rot all the way through or something. “Liz… try asking him nicely.” Summer noted that Liz and Loren were awfully similar when angry, and she worried Liz herself had IED. “But he’s being so difficult!” Liz growled, sticking her tongue out at the door. The corner of Mrs. Ericson’s mouth curled upward at the brunette’s silliness. “Liz, please.”

Sighing, the aforementioned teenage girl got up from her seat on the stairs and walked up to the door, trying hard not to imagine Loren as the idiot that broke her nose but as the sweet guy that she knew he was when he wasn’t a raging… a raging… a raging beast! That’s exactly what he was sometimes. Beastly. Truly beastly. “Loren, open the door.” Liz said, anger still evident in her voice, but it was leashed it. All of this yelling and such hurt her nose. Summer cleared her throat and it oddly sound like ‘We say please’. Liz rolled her eyes but complied. “Please.” It was obvious that Liz was pissed about all of this sucking up so Loren would open the door so she could sock him in the nose and let him feel how much mental anguish she was going though. But of course it wouldn’t be his crush punching him in the nose, like it was with her.

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[Loren J. Ericson]

gonna be my bruise

So she wanted to be stubborn? Well, Loren was okay with that. Stubborn he could handle. Hurt and bruised and angry at him he could not. Yes, he understood her anger. In fact, he believed she had every right to feel that way, and it was nothing short of what he’d expected. What he hated was that it was his fault she was angry, hated that his stubbornness and idiocy had created the situation that led to her anger. In short, he pretty much hated himself right now for being such an uncontrollable beast. Still, beastliness aside, Loren knew that if he let Liz in his room she would do something irrevocable in hr anger, and he really didn’t have the mental strength to maintain whatever semblance of control he usually had. Really, Liz just made him lose his mind in too many ways to count.

Thus, he stood at the door, listening as his best friend railed at him, not even bothering to answer. In a situation like this, it was better that he stay silent and far away from her. Of course, he couldn’t help but over here her conversation with his mother, and really he could only imagine the smirk on the blonde’s face as Liz unwittingly imitated the Beast in the classic Disney film. It was all in the other woman’s pleasant tone, the knowing smirk so much like her sons clinging to her face as she gently prodded Liz into acquiescence. The brunette spoke again, and he could tell that she was still fairly angry but was reigning it in for his mother’s sake. So, without opening the door, and subjecting himself to her wild angry violence (he’d seen her at volleyball practice. Girl was vicious.), he spoke quietly, his voice very controlled and flat, devoid of any emotion.

“Mom, I need my pills. Can you..?” His voice trailed off as he struggled with the words, but thankfully she knew what he meant. He heard her head up the stairs without a word to Liz, and leaned against the door with a sigh to wait for her return. When she came back moments later, all he heard was her voice saying to Liz “He’ll tell you.”

He only wished that he knew how.

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[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

Liz sighed and leaned against the door, angry about the fact Loren hadn’t caved yet and opened the door. She had said please! And she hadn't even sounded as remotely angry as she truly was when she had asked –politely- that he open the door. She jumped a bit when she heard Loren speak –to his mother, not her- on the other side of the door, and was slightly frightened by his rather ‘devoid of emotion’ tone. He had asked for pills. He was on pills? Why didn’t he tell her? They were best friends, or so she believed. Guess he couldn’t trust her as much as he could damage her. “Pills?” She mouthed to Summer before she magically went up the stairs, completely ignoring little Lizbeth. This family sure had an odd way of expressing love, that was for sure, since Liz has been ignored twice now in three minutes. Sighing again, she leaned back against the door heavily and waited for a moment before Summer came back down. She went to open the door, but she stopped and thought a moment before thrusting the prescription bottle into Liz’s hands.

Liz looked at the prescription bottle in her hand. It looked weird, to be honest. She’d never really seen one before, well except for those painkillers she took after her leg surgery a year before. But she was so doped up most of the time that she really didn’t remember. And what was worse, the prescription was for Loren. She absently read the prescription label and all those little warning stickers they put on the bottle just in case Loren was an idiot. Which he wasn’t… most of the time. It was still very weird, especially since Lore didn’t have any thing wrong with him… did he? Liz looked up at Summer, who just simply said ‘He’ll tell you.’ “You’re a big help Summer.” Liz said, unintentionally sarcastic. She knocked gently on the door, having ceased leaning against it and was now turned around. “Loren, please open the door, I have your pills.” After a bit there was a click and the door opened. Liz slid through quietly.

She handed Lore the prescription bottle. “Care to explain why you’re on heavy medication?” She was worried for Loren, and that worry was predictably written all over her face. Liz realized she sounded a bit harsh, so she sighed and plopped down onto the bed, her eyes following Loren’s features. “Please Lore, you’re my best friend… I care about you, a lot. I want to know what’s going on. I want to help if I can.”

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[Loren J. Ericson]

gonna be my bruise

He wasn’t ignoring her at all. In fact, he was keenly aware of her leaning against the door and sighing because he was standing right next to the door listening closely to her every move. He was also aware that she was extremely angry and probably didn’t like the fact that he hadn’t yet caved to her demands and opened the door to his prison. So no, he wasn’t ignoring her. He just wasn’t answering her just yet. How could he? He had no clue what to say.

Of course, the second he heard his mother padding back down the stairs and the loud rattle of the pills in the bottle, he stepped back from the door, leaning against the wall as he waited for Liz to say something. He wasn’t sure if she would understand what it was that he and his mother were going on about, and he wasn’t really ready to explain it. However, just like he’d known she would, Summer had apparently given the bottle of pills to Liz, who was now asking for the door to be open. The brunette’s voice was a lot softer, and he stared at the door for a split second before cautiously opening it. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped aside as she walked in. Behind her, he could see Summer standing on the steps, watching him with a look of pure sympathy on her face. “It’ll be okay.” She whispered softly, and with a nod he closed the door.

Halfway through turning around to face him, the bottle of pills was pressed into his hands and her question battered him. He didn’t say anything though. Instead, he stared down at the orange prescription bottle in his hand, and tried to think of what to say. Liz started speaking again, bringing his attention back to her. He looked up and could clearly see on her face how worried she was. “I care about you, a lot.” Those words meant a great deal more to him than his friend would ever understand, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to tell her everything, to let the heavy burden on his shoulders drop off, even if the feeling only lasted a moment.

“I’m sick.” The words fell from Loren’s lips softly and brokenly as his eyes trailed back down to the bottle in his hand. “Not like terminally ill, or anything like that. I’m just …” He paused, searching for a word that wouldn’t scare her, wouldn’t worry her more than he already had. There wasn’t one. “I’m just sick in the mind.”

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[Lizbeth A. Michaelson]

But darling, you are the only exception

Loren had no idea that he could potentially cause someone to have a heart attack, did he? He also probably had no idea ‘I’m sick’ is the last thing Liz wanted to hear, especially since he wasn’t explaining what the hell he meant! Ideas were speeding through Liz’s head like a Speed Racer race on steroids, and they were the worst things that could come to mind and she didn’t want to think them. Luckily for Liz, Loren went on to poorly explain what he meant, which helped Liz’s thoughts and heart go from Speed Racer on ‘roids to semi-calm.

So he was crazy. Cuckoo for fucking coco puffs. Crazier than her great aunt Emily who slept next to the corpse of her murdered lover for forty years. Okay, maybe not that crazy, but he wasn’t exactly narrowing down the options! After a moment of heavy silence Liz sighed and tried to find words that didn’t sound like something assholes like Puck would say. She was drawing a blank, so she decided to take a page from the Book of Brittany and just hug him. More like pounce him, if you take into account how quickly she practically jumped up and wound her arms around him. Amazingly, she didn’t knock them over.

She just stood there, her chin resting on his shoulder and her arm around his middle. She was actually very comfortable like this, for some odd undisclosed but probably weird reason unknown to even her. “Why didn’t you tell me before? I mean when you found out.” God she sounded like Brittany. I mean, tone wise. Liz was a bit shocked she sounded even a tad bit like the innocent blonde who was too sweet, too naďve sometimes to get certain things. Yet there she was, blurting the first thing that came to mind and sounding so… hurt. Yes, she was hurt. Hurt, sad, disappointed. Hurt that he wouldn’t tell her, sad because this was probably something he’d be stuck with for the rest of his life, and disappointed because he just kept it in and didn’t even think to say anything, especially since she had a tendency for having zero percent brain to mouth filtration. He could have hurt her, if said brain malfunction had anything to do with his short fuse and Liz had a large bet that it did. He had hurt her, past tense. Now her bruised and broken nose, for the next who knew how long would be the ultimate ‘don’t be an idiot’ sign to Loren. “You should have told me Loren." She said pulling away and sitting on his bed again. "You should have trusted me, like I trust you.” Oh crap, guilt-tripping. Liz immediately shut up, not wanting to cause any more damage to any one.

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