WeDidn'tCareIfPeopleStared [cal/lyra]

[BLAKE MATHEWS]

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Finally. It had taken him long enough, but Blake finally convinced Cal that they could have some semblance of a life. Their lives, to be specific. Which lately they’d kind of been missing. As fun as it was to be able to jump off waterfalls and run faster than a cheetah and stuff, there was only so much the two of them could do on their own in the middle of nowhere. There was pissing off the werewolves (I know they’re not werewolves but they don’t like to be called werewolves so Blake calls them werewolves), and messing with people’s heads for no good reason.. And that was it. Not much in the socializing department, and for someone who talked as much as… nine out of ten phips’s characters, that was kind of a problem. So, anyway, Blake had convinced Cal that they should go back- catch up with a few of their old friends. He was convinced that nothing would go wrong. (If it did, hello magic mind altering cop out power.. and Cal.. had a power too.. that was sometimes useful.) And he knew exactly where to start. Blake ran up the steps to Lya’s house, turning to Cal expectantly. ”Well, here goes nothing.” he grinned, ”You ready?” Yeah, Cal didn’t really have a choice in what they were doing, but he figured he’d through in the courtesy of asking. He knocked on the door and waited like two seconds before calling out, ”Lyre Lyre pants on fire, get out here and open the door!”



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[LYRA BLAIR]

Man, life had been boring lately. Lyra's two best - well, only - friends had kind of up and disappeared on her and, well, that was enough to make anyone's life boring. Especially when the three had been bandmates. Lyra's drum set had pretty much been collecting dust ever since their band unofficially broke up, and she was less than impressed with the whole thing. She'd actually been considering starting up another band, or maybe even a one-man (or woman, she supposed) band, but she knew it just wouldn't be the same without them.

Her first and most important goal was to get out of her parents' house and get her own place. But that was kinda hard since she didn't have a job... or want one. She had thought that being in a band would bring in some revenue, but that'd be pretty difficult considering that she didn't have any bandmates at the moment. Why was life against her so much? She'd thought that graduating high school would bring her some newfound freedom, but apparently she wasn't that lucky.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. The voice coming through it sounded obnoxiously familiar- Blake? Lyra hurried a little too quickly to get to the door and ended up stubbing her toe on the corner of the couch. She swore loudly, glad her mother wasn't in the house to hear it and reprimand her yet again for "vulgar language in the house" and finally tripped her way over the door, whipping it open. She was right! That was surprising.

"Blake! Dude! Cal! Guys!" yes, very intelligent speech right here. Moving on. "What the hell are you guys doing at my front door? Uh... come in? I guess? My parents aren't home this weekend, luckily." she smirked to herself, thinking about her mother's rants of how the two boys weren't good for her and that they'd forced her to go be in some punk band (the former of the two accusations, by the way, was about as far from being accurate as her description of their band's genre, which was ROCK, thank you very much). Stepping to the side, she swung the door open wider to let her two friends in, forgetting all about the fact that she hadn't seen them in a while. Hey, that didn't matter, right? They were here now. Maybe that meant they were going to get the band back into shape. Yeah... that'd be nice. And so would the money that'd come with it. Assuming they'd get paid. She hadn't figured that part out yet.