old habits die hard -lorelai

[GREGORY ERIC DANE]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,
" bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum "
" you're awful i love you "
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Greg needed to get out of the bus. He wanted to be out and about, it was too quiet for him inside the bus and he needed to be near loud music to sooth his anxiousness. Why was he anxious? Actually he had no idea. He just wanted to walk around. Everyone was out doing their own thing and he wanted to go do his own thing. So where did he head off to? Absolutely no where. He just wanted to walk around this place and clear his mind. Even though it didn't really have anything in it. The twenty-one year old got up from his bunk and walked out of the bunk area, running a hand through his dark hair as he took out his bag that he hid in a closet in the back, taking out a plaid shirt and skinny jeans. Greg pulled them on with a sigh and grabbed his ipod and cell phone. Since if anyone needed to find him they could and he would be right there in a moment. With a smile on his face he moved through the bus to do the door, pushing it open then closing it with a soft slam.

He liked that it was a nice day outside. Greg was always a hippie type of person. A outdoors man. He spend a lot of the time outdoors when he was at home too. Chilling in the backyard or at the many odd pools they had. It was nice, and sure, he missed it. But being on tour was so much better and he was doing the thing he loved. It made him forget about everything that had happened and he knew he didn't drink as much as he did.

Taking his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and his lighter he let it dangle from his lips as he struggled with lighting the tiny tip on fire. When the deed was done he slipped it back into his back pocket and walked out of the tour grounds onto the streets. He knew it was around something like two in the afternoon as he made his way down the streets, taking turns probably getting himself lost. But hey, he had a phone and someone could always come pick him up. He felt pretty relaxed. With that thought, he made a turn into a park. Might as well find some where that he could name if he needed to get picked up.

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[LORELAI GRACE ANDREWS]

Each time Lorelai arrived at a new location, she scouted out a park. She commonly thought of them as her ‘happy place’ and thought that it would be beneficial to know where they were at, just in case she needed some time to relax. Or, hell, even just to have some fun. So she knew where the park nearest to the campsite was, and she thought it to be absolutely beautiful. She liked to think of herself as a connoisseur of parks- the scenery, the quality of the playground equipment (with a focus in swings), the cleanliness, the way it was all set out. If there was a major in “park analysis”, this woman would have no doubt aced every class there was to offer with a smile on her face the size of California. And as far as she was concerned, this park was just as beautiful as the state itself. Perhaps, though, it was less the actual park and more her personal bias kicking in, as it was more populated with smiling people and laughing children than most she had visited. Happy people were sort of her weakness, which was odd, but completely true- when someone was sad, she couldn’t help but do whatever she possibly could to try and comfort them. She loved people and thought that all of them needed a reason to smile, and so she tried to give them that reason.

Today was more of a mellow day for Lore. It was just one of those mornings where she’d woken up thinking about Elliot and needed time to clear her head. So she’d been seated in the park for almost four hours, occupying the same swing, deep in thought. She was only shaken from her reverie when she was pelted in the back of the head by a fistful of mulch, and she jumped, twisting around to see an irritated mother hustling an impatient child out of the area, quietly scolding him. She offered them a smile to show she wasn’t at all irritated- kids would be kids, after all. She reached back and shook out the woodchips and the dirt out of her hair, much more alert than before.

She took it upon herself to peer around at the park’s inhabitants. This afternoon, it was mostly adults with their kids. There had been a sudden surge of activity an hour or so before but the park was thinning out, giving her more of an opportunity to take a look at everyone around. Her gaze paused on a familiar face, and she paused for a moment to try and think of his name. Gary? No. Greg! That was it. They had spoken once, briefly, and if she remembered correctly, he was a really big sweetheart. Grinning, she abandoned her spot on the swing (and it was quickly reoccupied by a little girl), and Lore smoothed out her floral dress, making her way over to the male. ”Hi,” she greeted with a small little wave. ”It’s going to be really embarrassing if you don’t remember me,” she mused, then chuckled and shook her head. ”I’m Lorelai, in case you don’t. What brings you out here?”

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