no getting out of this mess , maxinie

[TUCKER ARCHER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #364257 solid, bTable] WHEN YOU'RE FORGIVING BUT CAN'T FORGET feels like you're drowning but you still got breath [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]wiping the sleep that was stuck in the corner of his eye, tucker descended down the tower and finally set foot on the beach terrain, glancing over his shoulder one last time to make sure that one of the last beach days was still going strong with no causalities. the worst that had happened that morning was a woman chocked on her ice cream cone and he was forced to push the cone out of her throat using his first aid training. it was rather boring in his opinion and now that his shift was over, the male was looking forward to a hot shower and a warm bath followed by a nice dinner and some down time.his shoulder at the moment was tensing, locking up and preventing too much movement from the male as he bent down to grab his life preserver off the ground and hang it back up, always leaving it near his feet for those quick emergencies where it was needed. wincing, his other hand instantly went to rubbing at the old injury, massaging the tanned skin and trying to unlock the muscle and though tucker was used to this—it still bothered him. it was a reminder of his past mistakes and his current situation, telling him that if he had listened to anyone besides himself, he could be in a pool training for the next summer olympics instead of climbing down from a lifeguard tower. he contemplated sticking the needle into his arm just to get the juice flowing back into his arm muscles but tucker was trying not to rely on the steroids so much, but the pain was growing and he quickly moved to the watch base to grab his stuff and head home. the process of changing out of his clothes was a quick one and the male was rushing home, his shoes popping with the intense heat that was coming off the sidewalk as though his shoes were melting into the concrete. grumbling, he continued to grip his shoulder, his bag being pushed to his right shoulder and making his walk rather uncomfortable. the house came into sights rather quickly, not being too far from the beach and he fished the keys from his side pocket and slowly began to unlock the door. he was unsure if his roommate was hoped and he had mixed feelings about the answer that he wanted—on one end, she was an attractive girl with long legs that had his eyes bulging out of his head until she spoke, which would bring the negative side, she was a neat freak and while tucker was not the messiest, he was not even close to her standard of clean. sighing, he wiped his shoes on the mat, not wanting to hear the argument about tracking sand into the house for the unknown amount of times, but the conversation usually ended with tucker promising to do what she said and then turning around and doing what he wanted. he kicked his shoes off, placing them on the mat and then moved through the living room, the fibres of the carpet tickling his bare feet while he made his way from room to room, travelling to the stairs in order to ascend to his room where his bed was calling his name from the spot that he was currently stuck on. he thought that the couch could be a better place to lay his head down for a cat nap but he was not in the mood to argue with someone over his awful sleeping habits, and instead, the male made his way up to his room where he took notice of a small pile of laundry sitting in the middle of his room. with an eyebrow raised, there was a note attached to it that informed the male that he needed to clean his clothes due to the smell that was coming off them. grumbling under his breath and dropping the work bag to the ground, his hand crumpled the small paper into a ball and tossed it into the hallway for her to see. ”psychotic bitch.”

[/b] he cursed under his breath but decided that there was some truth to her words as the work out clothes were producing a rather foul ordor that tucker was unsure he could sleep in a room with. his arm was already unlocking slowly and with a quick rotation of his shoulder, it popped back into place and he lifted the basket out of his room and groggily carried it to the basement where the washing was to be done, the only place that it was to be done. sighing, the male usually knew how to do his own laundry regardless of his mother usually taking over the task but in his tired state, he hardly noticed how much detergent he had used or even what setting the dial was turned to. with the machine whirling to life and rocking back and forth, tucker gave the top a pat before placing the basket on the top, claiming the spot as his and trudged back to his bedroom after moving up two flights of stairs slowly. tucker’s head hit the pillow and he felt sleep taking over quickly, his mind being thrown into a throe of nightmares that always accompanied his afternoon naps. it was the same one, a memory that continued to haunt him but the outcome was different every time and the reality of things were warped but his two brothers and himself were always there and a pool was always involved. sleep was a painful thing for tucker and it was evident by his muscles twitching and the layer of sweat that was soon covering his body. he was unsure of how long he had been in the sleep realm but his eyes popped open to the sound of a scream that swore had the entire house shaking. pulling the sheets off him, the male rushed out of the bedroom, ”MAX!?”[/b] he called loudly, already identifying the scream to be connected to his female roommate. he stumbled while rushing down the stairs and reached the first floor, his eyes flitting around to catch sight of the blonde and called her name once more, waiting for a chance of relief that the female was still alive and well.[/div][/center]

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