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One of the first things one learns as a child is that there are two sides to every story. What one doesn't learn until later is that the side of the story you're on can change everything.
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"I don't get why she does this every night. It's not like he'll magically hear it from wherever the hell he is."
Whack!
"Oww! What the hell, Eva?!"
"Stop being insensitive. You know music is her way of coping."
"Well, it'd be nice if she would cope somewhere other than the balcony. You know the neighbors are gonna be complainin'." Ryan uttered sarcastically, sighing as he glanced over at the open balcony doors.
Whack!
"Damnit! Would you stop hittin' me?!"
Glaring at her brother through narrowed eyes, Eva folded her arms in a defiant manner, pausing for added effect. "Quit being a jerk. She's havin' a really hard time with this."
"You've been sayin' that for months now."
"Guess what, jackass? Dean was 'the one'. At least, Anna thought he was. And the only reason he's pushed her away is because he's off fightin' to stop the freakin' apocalypse and save our sorry asses." She spat back angrily, resisting the urge to hit him upside the head once more.
Ryan's eyes widened for a moment as he leaned back in his chair. Letting out an exasperated groan, he swept a hand across his growing stubble. "Not you too... am I the only sane person in this family anymore? Christ, it was bad enough that Dean brainwashed Anna, but now he got you too?"
Pausing to make sure his sister wasn't going to interrupt, Ryan waited a minute before continuing. "Ever since Dean came into the picture, it's been one disaster after another. Beretti dies in some freak accident, and he convinces Anna – who was extremely vulnerable – that some demon did it. She up and quits the force after working her ass off for years to get to where she was... just to play Buffy with the freak brothers. Dean runs off because he can't stop being a womanizing S.O.B. with commitment issues. The man tries to pin it on the 'Apocalypse' and now all our sister does is mope around muttering about demons and claiming that her new 'friend' is a freakin' archangel. This 'Zi' chick is not an angel. She's British, damnit! A Brit does not an archangel make!"
Completely unphased by the rant, Eva remains silent for a minute before responding – completely deadpan, "Dude. Your ass is smote."
Ryan huffed arrogantly, "No, my ass is safe. I'm not the one blasphemin' all over the damn place." Eva's eyeroll prompted him to continue his rant. "All I'm sayin' is that she's lost it, Eva. The straw that broke the camel's back? Well, we found it."
As her brother sunk lower in his chair with a melancholy sigh, all Eva could do was stare out at the moonlit balcony.
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This story had two sides, alright. But there was only one side that mattered in the end.
stays_together]One of the first things one learns as a child is that there are two sides to every story. What one doesn't learn until later is that the side of the story you're on can change everything.
---
"I don't get why she does this every night. It's not like he'll magically hear it from wherever the hell he is."
Whack!
"Oww! What the hell, Eva?!"
"Stop being insensitive. You know music is her way of coping."
"Well, it'd be nice if she would cope somewhere other than the balcony. You know the neighbors are gonna be complainin'." Ryan uttered sarcastically, sighing as he glanced over at the open balcony doors.
Whack!
"Damnit! Would you stop hittin' me?!"
Glaring at her brother through narrowed eyes, Eva folded her arms in a defiant manner, pausing for added effect. "Quit being a jerk. She's havin' a really hard time with this."
"You've been sayin' that for months now."
"Guess what, jackass? Dean was 'the one'. At least, Anna thought he was. And the only reason he's pushed her away is because he's off fightin' to stop the freakin' apocalypse and save our sorry asses." She spat back angrily, resisting the urge to hit him upside the head once more.
Ryan's eyes widened for a moment as he leaned back in his chair. Letting out an exasperated groan, he swept a hand across his growing stubble. "Not you too... am I the only sane person in this family anymore? Christ, it was bad enough that Dean brainwashed Anna, but now he got you too?"
Pausing to make sure his sister wasn't going to interrupt, Ryan waited a minute before continuing. "Ever since Dean came into the picture, it's been one disaster after another. Beretti dies in some freak accident, and he convinces Anna – who was extremely vulnerable – that some demon did it. She up and quits the force after working her ass off for years to get to where she was... just to play Buffy with the freak brothers. Dean runs off because he can't stop being a womanizing S.O.B. with commitment issues. The man tries to pin it on the 'Apocalypse' and now all our sister does is mope around muttering about demons and claiming that her new 'friend' is a freakin' archangel. This 'Zi' chick is not an angel. She's British, damnit! A Brit does not an archangel make!"
Completely unphased by the rant, Eva remains silent for a minute before responding – completely deadpan, "Dude. Your ass is smote."
Ryan huffed arrogantly, "No, my ass is safe. I'm not the one blasphemin' all over the damn place." Eva's eyeroll prompted him to continue his rant. "All I'm sayin' is that she's lost it, Eva. The straw that broke the camel's back? Well, we found it."
As her brother sunk lower in his chair with a melancholy sigh, all Eva could do was stare out at the moonlit balcony.
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This story had two sides, alright. But there was only one side that mattered in the end.
