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[morgan gabrielle prentiss]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Morgan hummed as she moved through her tiny apartment, looking for her other shoe. It wasn’t the most organized joint, although it shouldn’t be too hard to keep track of things considering the miniscule size of the living quarters. Nevertheless, she still spent a good portion of her morning searching for her outfit. ”There you are, you little rascal,” she said to her left shoe, slipping it onto her foot. She then moved into the kitchen, grabbing one of the many old Starbucks cups she had been recycling and filling it with rum and coke. Looking at the clock, Morgan shrugged at the fact that it was just eleven. Putting alcohol in a Starbucks cup meant you could drink it at any time of the day, right? That’s what she was telling herself, anyway. But if she didn’t hurry, she was going to be late to meet Ryder at the park.

Morgan figured that the park wasn’t his favorite place on earth, but she loved it, and so the couple often found themselves there. She lit a cigarette in between sips of her drink as she walked along the crowded sidewalk. Jesus, she loved LA. Even in late February as it was, it was a comfortable temperature outside. She pushed politely past some people, trying not to take too long to get there, as she was already a couple of minutes late.

Ryder and Morgan shouldn’t have worked as well as they did. After all, he was kind of an asshole. He was pretty manipulative and mean at times, but Morgan looked past it and made up for his lack of social graces with how kind and laid back she was. Of course, the fact that she was so laid back could have had something to do with her being self-medicated nine times out of ten, but no matter. Plus, she and Ryder both liked to have fun above all else, and so, no matter if they should or shouldn’t have, they clicked. She spotted Ryder at the bend they had agreed to meet at and flicked the end of her cigarette to the ground, digging the sole of her boot in before going to meet him. She threw an arm haphazardly around her boyfriend, kissing him full on the lips, obviously not caring who saw. ”Well hey there, handsome,” she said as she pulled back, smiling brightly at him. ”Sorry I’m late.”

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Ryder had never been good at relationships, he had a low attention span with everything and that included women, he'd had plenty of girlfriends but none of them ever lasted more than a month or so, he either got bored or they got tired of his crap, there was only so much people could take and he was a lot to take. That was until now, Morgan had become the exception to every rule he had, she had been around for more than 8 months now and was showing no signs of going anywhere soon, he also hadn't bored of her because, well, it wasn't an easy task to get bored of a girl like Morgan because every day with her was so different. The worst of it all though, was that she seemed to bring out some unknown goodness in him. She by no means made him a good man, he wasn't a nice person even with her but just better, in certain ways, to her at least. He even though he might actually love her though he wasn't about to say that or even admit that to himself, emotions, feelings scared the crap out of him so that certainly included love. So he just denied it. There was his fear and the fact that their relationship just wasn't like that, it wasn't... conventional, it was different, there wasn't that pressure to say and do and act a certain way. Maybe that was why it worked so well.

Ryder was, maybe for the first time in his life, early to meet Morgan, it wasn't just that his concept for time that meant he didn't often turn up before he should but also the fact that she was always even later than him so he saw no point showing up early just to wait around for her. He waited around for her, hands in his pocket, head in the clouds, so when she dived at him out of the blue he was completely unprepared, it took him a second or two while he came back down to earth before he even kissed her back, when she pulled away he noticed a nouty looking old couple looking over at them in disgust and couldn't help but laugh a little "Good morning gorgeous" he smiled back to her kissing her again, partly for his own benefit, partly just to piss off the old couple that little bit more with their Public display of affection. "Makes a change I guess" he commented sarcastically, one of them was always late. With their embrace over he took her hand and started walking in no real direction, noticing her Starbucks cup before he rose his matching one a little to draw attention to it "Mines actually coffee though" only a half lie, there was coffee in it, and an equal amount of whiskey. Anyone who got a wiff of their drinks might think they were alcoholics.

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[morgan gabrielle prentiss]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Morgan had commitment issues, and she always had. Freshman year of high school she went through a phase where she wore nothing but Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister, and had even tried out for the cheer team (although she didn’t make it.) The beginning of her sophomore year, Morgan had gone for a tomboy look, wearing her dad’s shirts and baggy jeans and tennis shoes every day. The second half of that year, she had decided to dye her hair black and wear pounds of eyeliner. And she went through many more phases like that until she arrived where she was today, whatever that was. But it was like that with anything; Morgan had only gone to college for about three semesters before she decided it wasn’t for her. She couldn’t keep a plant alive for the life of her. And she had never been in a long relationship. Actually she had only been in one other relationship before Ryder, and that had only lasted a few weeks. Morgan typically just did well on her own, and she flitted from one thing to another leaving others in her wake. But Ryder seemed to deal well with her scatterbrain and her inability to commit to anything other than him. Eight months strong without a clear end in sight, Morgan would say they were doing pretty well.

She wasn’t sure if she loved him, though. She definitely liked him a lot, and he was definitely able to keep her attention. And that was enough for Morgan, for now at least. Why mess with a good thing by adding ‘love’ into the mix? Not that Morgan was a cynic or anything, because she truly wasn’t. She believed in true love and soul mates and all that, but she didn’t think it necessarily happened to everyone, and she wasn’t sure if it would happen for her or not. But the way Morgan saw it, she was content enough with herself that whether true love struck her or not, she would live out her days happily.

"Makes a change I guess.” Morgan rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue playfully at Ryder. He wasn’t wrong, though. Along with commitment issues, Morgan had an extremely difficult time getting anywhere when she was supposed to. She blamed it on her messy apartment. ”Yeah, yeah, whatever. At least I showed up at all.” On more than one occasion, with many more people than just Ryder, Morgan had been known to forget about her plans completely. She smiled after he kissed her again, completely oblivious to the scowling older couple. Mines actually coffee though.” Morgan raised her eyes and bent down a bit to get a whiff of his drink. ”That smells like a lie,” she said with a smirk. It was also good to have a boyfriend who didn’t judge her drinking habits, her borderline alcoholic tendencies. ”So what’s the plan, Stan?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink and reaching down to lace her fingers through his.

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Ryder's commitment fears didn't seem to stem from anywhere, he had never had a bad break up or someone break his heart, his parents were still happily married and he had never had any kind of trauma in his life at all, if anything he should have been the prime candidate for being completely sane and normal with his incredibly normal upbringing but it simply wasn't the case. He hated feelings and emotions, he couldn't stand people who were incredibly open with them, girls who cried drove him mad, he had no idea how to react to them or around them, what was he supposed to say when the girl he was seeing started balling her eyes out because he childhood dog had died? He didn't know, he just sat there awkwardly like 'oh yeah? sorry?' he wasn't exactly the comforting type and he was a major fail when it came to giving any kind of advice that didn't revolve around someone getting back at their boyfriend or their ex and sleeping with him. It was surprising how many times that had actually worked. Ryder was much better with 'relationship' that didn't have feelings, also known as short term flings, fuck-buddies and one night stands, those he was great at, he was good at making girls believe he was a decent enough guy to be worth their time, gave them false hope that someday he might be something more to them and before that ever had a chance to happen, he scrapped them like last weeks trash. That was kind of how him and Morgan had started their relationship off, as fuck buddies, who had turned into friends with benefits and eventually things kind of just evolved into a real relationship without him even noticing. It just seemed to be right and natural course of things between them.

The fact that Ryder wasn't sure if he loved Morgan or not could have lay on the fact he had no idea what love was like, what it felt like, how it worked or how you knew you were in it, he knew he liked her, he liked having her around, missed her when she wasn't around and couldn't see himself getting bored of her or getting rid of her anytime soon, it was certainly the closest he had been to love but whether it was it or not, he literally didn't know. To him love was just a word, you couldn't measure how much you liked someone with one word, it seemed ridiculous to him the same way a lot of other labels around love seemed to him. And don't even get him started on the concept of marriage.

Ryder had to laugh at her reference to not turning up, "Yeah, like you could forget me." he joked though he didn't doubt that she could forget about him for a while, it had happened before, had it been anyone else it might have hurt his ego but her being her and the way she was he couldn't exactly take it personally. He raised one brow at her when she sniffed his coffee "There's a difference between a lie and a half truth" he insisted, "It's an Irish coffee." even that was still a little inaccurate, Irish coffee usually had a drop of liquor in it, his was more of a half and half kind of job. It was refreshing to be with someone who got that it was perfectly find to drink at any time of day, with Ryder and Morgan it was the norm, with her he didn't have to make any stupid excuses up or try and hide it. It wasn't like he was an alcoholic, or so he didn't think. He didn't need to drink, he just chose to. There was a difference. "I don't know? It was your idea to come the damn park, you make the plan" he insisted, mirroring her in taking a sip of his 'coffee'.

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