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[Regan Turner]

REGAN LIAM TURNER,


I WANT TO BELIEVE IN MYSELF AGAIN
so I dream of a man whose hope never ends
and for every tear that is lost from an eye
I'D DIG ME A WELL NO MAN COULD DESTROY*

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It was the third day of his arrival, the second of whom he had spent aimlessly surfing and just floating in the ocean, so much so that his hair was perpetually slick with sea salt. Regan Turner had most definitely missed the ocean, Nevada had the sand but it was surely not the same. Of course the sixteen year old went sand boarding on a good day, when the institution allowed him so, but nothing beat surfing, nothing compared the feeling of gliding inside a curling wave right before it crashes over upon itself. He loved the way he surfed and at the right angle his hand would graze the wave he was on, the stray water droplets caressing his fingertips as that all too familiar smell of the ocean invaded his nostrils. Sometimes the Irish boy wondered if everything in this world changed, would this feeling he felt when he was in the water remain the same, and in some instances he believed it would. This was the only place where his mind would clear, where no drug or petty little problem mattered, only man, board and sea collided making something beautiful.

However, such beauty did not last, for his mother subtly nudged him to go see two of the most important people in his life; his two older brothers. It was very peculiar that Regan hadn’t just knocked on Reed or Riley’s apartment door when he got off the greyhound bus that took him from Las Vegas to Valkyrie with a crying baby and a disgusting moving bathroom that grossed him out. But he didn’t, and that was, well, with a lack of a better word, weird. But he was in the house, he was getting restless again, just like a year and a half before his little stint in Nevada. The boy couldn’t stay around here anymore, it was boring, it was dull and most of all, his father was still resentful of him and Regan was still a little wary of Seamus too. But the boy was also a little wary to face his brothers too. Despite the fact that he would often mock those in rehab, how there was still such a high chance of becoming addicted again, but he felt changed. He knew he could never not be an addict; he would be one until the day he died, but he was different now. Regan knew he owed this new found life to a very special person he knew back in Nevada, Lena. She was sweet and kind and just not the kind of person he would ever meet in a place like Valkyrie. Hell, Lena Avery didn’t even look like any of the girls he knew here. She had big blue eyes, naturally light blond hair and she would smile then cover it up with her pale hands. Beautiful in that classical understated sort of way, Lena was one of a kind. But their relationship, for the three months they had together was simply plutonic, which was a rarity these days.

Lena Avery didn’t want anything from him, didn’t have expectations of him or ever saying that ‘you could do better’ and not appreciating what he has done. She just wanted to listen and just wanted someone to do the same. And he did, and so did she. Lena told him everything about herself, about her fears, and Regan knew no one had ever come this far with her before and the boy felt privileged for her to choose him. He returned the favour, spilled his entire heart about how he was so angry that his family essentially broke apart. How Reed moved out and Riley went away and how he was left alone in the house. He even talked about how Seamus hit him for the first time and how he hasn’t really gotten over that. But it didn’t matter how scarily open he was with her and vice versa, she still did what she did, what she planned to do. It tore Regan apart; he didn’t know what to do with himself.

But he managed to live on; he managed to still become somewhat of a passable human being. Now he was back in Valkyrie, out of the institution and for the moment, clean of anything illegal. He started counting the day he boarded that Greyhound, it started getting real then. Three days clean, that was something new. He had gotten clean months before then, cutting cold turkey. It ached, it pained, every atom in his body lurched in pure agony for days on end, so much so that he had lost track of time. Ah, the night sweats, the shakes, it wasn’t the most gorgeous of things to watch. But never mind that, it was over and done with, but some nights he still awoke in a cold sweat, the hollow thought of that raging pain alarmed him. So three days clean, two of those days spent on the pacific ocean resulting in sea flavoured hair and perpetual prune-y fingertips. When he finally left his surfboard up against his house to dry and came through the back door into the kitchen, his stomach growling something fierce. Quietly sitting down at the family table, he patiently awaited food of some sort from his mother, the only other person in the house at this time. As Rachel sat down across from him, she made gentle conversation between the bites of sandwich, “You know Sweetheart, Riley and Reed don’t know you’re home yet… Don’t you think you should go down or something of that sort? You three used to be inseparable.” And it were those words that made him realized how things have changed, and how true she was. They were inseparable, and now they’re a suspended group of siblings. That wasn’t right, goddamn it. He excused himself, placing the plate and glass of finished milk in the sink.

Regan walked back into his old room, he didn’t bother to unpack his bags, but rather he grabbed some real clothes and quickly changed before hopping down the stairs and back into the kitchen. With a quick goodbye and an ‘I love you too, Mum,’ he casually sauntered through his neighbourhood, eventually making it to the Hitten Apartment building. With his arms crossed over his torso, glancing up, eyeing the building before entering. He walked through the poorly lit hallway, stopping in front of the door labelled 3A. Regan took a deep breath, closing his eyes before exhaling, his right hand curved into a fist as he knocked on Riley’s apartment door. Instinctively, his right hand scratched the back of his neck as he glanced down, attempting to anticipate what would happen. It could go one of two ways, Riley would open the door, Reed might be there, and then slam the door on the used-to-be drug addict of the family or open the door and invite him in and act like nothing ever happened and just act as though it is a family reunion. Yeah, the latter sounded more like the Turner way, it was better than confrontation. He heard shuffling behind the door, but he also heard a door open a few feet away. Oooh, hello pretty girl. She was blue eyed and dark haired, god he was a sucker for light eyes, but damn did she seem like he had seen her before, “Hello Darlin,”

[/color] He chimed with his Irish accent sprinkled across his words. The girl looked familiar, she was pretty but what was with the stink eye? But she smiled afterward, that was nice, a little too nice… The girl went back into her apartment, Cindy or Sandra or whatever, was gone for a moment before she came back with a brown vase in hand. Oh boy, no wonder he didn’t remember her name, she was psycho. Oh yeah, the brunette threw the vase with a weak arm as Regan ducked down, rising back to his six foot stature when the door twisted open and he smiled and spoke with a frantic voice, “Hey, mind helping a brother out?”[/color] He breathed out, pushing his way through into the apartment, running a hand through his hair while getting his bearings right.
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STATUS complete!
TAGGED super turner bros, bby
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "black friday rule" by flogging molly, but a lil' rearranged.
NOTES turner reunion, baby!

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[Riley Turner]

RILEY AND REED TURNER.


( TURN BACK THE CLOCK, GIVE ME )
( SOME TIME, I NEED TO BREAK OUT )

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----WHEN RILEY OPENED THE DOOR TO HIS APARTMENT he wasn't expecting to see his younger brother, reed, lounging on the couch. his feet were kicked up on the coffee table and he had a beer in one hand, some chips in the other. reed was watching tv, and from what riley could see, it was some football game. "well, sure, make yourself right at home. i almost forgot who lived here." reed wiped his hands on his shirt, probably causing greasy chips marks on it. "what took so long? you've been gone almost all day and must have forgotten how to answer your phone." riley placed his keys on the kitchen counter and took off his jacket. "i was working. i need to support coco and the baby somehow." that sure shut reed up and he went back to watching the tv. however, reed piped up with, "do you think it's weird that we both banged coco, but you ended up knocking her up? we should call regan in nevada, maybe he slept with her too." riley could tell reed was saying this as a joke, but riley was too exhausted for stupid little mockery games. "how long have you been here?" he asked instead, regretting ever giving reed a key to his apartment. he was surprised reed was acting normal. sitting and watching tv because on any other occasion, riley would have found reed playing tonsil hockey with some tenant he ran into on his way up to the third floor. "a few hours maybe? thought we could talk." oh, well, that didn't sound good. riley walked across the room to reed. he snatched the remote control off the cushion next to where reed sat. he lowered the volume and said, "what did you do this time?"

reed shook his head. "why do you always think something is wrong? why don't you ever think i'm just here to talk to my brother?" reed always like this. he tended to get a little over dramatic when riley would accuse him of something. ninety percent of the time, riley was right. "i'm your big brother, reed. i'd know if you shit your pants." reed sighed and looked away in a way of admitting defeat or knowing riley generally knew what he was thinking. he took the bag of chips and rolled it up and tossed it on the coffee table. "well, something happened a couple weeks ago and i haven't been able to shake it." reed sounded serious, which made riley take him more seriously. maybe he didn't get himself in trouble? riley really did need to give his younger brother some credit considering he changed a lot since opening the bar. the twenty-two year old eased himself in one of the lazy boys. the sat near the couch. "well, what was it?" he asked reed, his facial expression going from tired to concern within seconds. reed sat up straighter and sighed. whatever it was, it must really be eating at him.

"well, you remember mary connors, right?" reed hadn't really talked to her in a long time, but he knew she was in town. she grew up the with turner clan in dublin. she and reed were attached at the hip and still continued talking to each other when the turners moved to america. "oh, little red? of course i remember her." reed rubbed his hands together. "yeah, well, she's not so little anymore. anyways, she was at bad seeds, completely wasted after a few beers. she's a lightweight... like you,"

[/b] riley rolled his eyes at this. like anyone would know he was a lightweight. he barely drunk. "but she was stumbling around, i thought she'd break a leg, so i brought her upstairs to the apartment. you know, so she could just sleep it off. i mean, i didn't want her wandering off and getting into some trouble..." riley could tell where this was going, but he kept quiet so reed could continue on his own. reed suddenly looked uncomfortable. jeez, guess it was a little hard to not have to playful, brotherly, banter to tell him something. "and?" riley pushed after about thirty seconds of dead silence in the apartment. "and she was drunk and i put her on my couch, but thought i should sit with her a little, you know, out of the goodness in my heart. and then, she just sorta... drunkly leaned in and we kissed."

reed flopped back against the couch and riley felt lost. "that was it?" he wasn't expecting reed to be this torn up over one kiss. "that's it?" reed repeated back to him. "i kissed by best friend." riley knew reed never really took relationships seriously. the ones he did, well... we won't go down that road yet, but let's just say, something like this was the farthest thing from what riley was expecting reed to say. "did she... remember it the next day?" reed ran a hand through his thick, brown hair. "no." ohhhh, so now it all made sense for riley. "you like her, reedy." reed shook his head, "no, i don't." riley smiled. the kind where his eyes scrunched together and he grinned so wide, you could see his molars. "awww, reedy has a crush." reed narrowed his eyes into slits. he mocked riley's smile back to him and said, "shut the fuck up. i do not like her like that." riley clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head. "don't lie. you have feelings for, red." reed proceeded to give his older brother the finger and quipped out an of-so-original, "you know what, golden boy? fuck. you." though reed's words were kind of harsh, riley never took them seriously.

there was a knock on the door. who could that be? reed reached for men's health magazine with one hand and continued to flip him off with the other. riley pushed himself off of the chair. "you should stick that finger back in. i heard they can get stuck in that position." reed ignored him and moved his arm in continuation of riley's stride of walking over to the door. sometimes, reed acted like a child. riley turned the door knob and heard a crash right outside the door. immediately his littlest brother ducked inside his apartment. what the hell? “hey, mind helping a brother out?” the door was still open and he heard reed's voice say, "what the fuck?" riley peaked out into the hallway and saw his neighbor in a steaming stance in the middle of the hallways. he looked to his left and saw a shattered vase. "riley! tell your brother he's a douchebag." riley gave her a weak smile. "uh... sorry for any problems he made of caused!" he said and shut the door to his apartment. he turned around and saw reed giving regan a bear hug. "what the fuck are you doing here, baby boy?" riley joined them and slapped regan on the back. "yeah," he echoed reed, "when did you come back to town?"


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STATUS, complete
CRED, format/graphics to me. lyrics 'brand new day' - ryan star
LOCATION & TIME, riley's apartment, november 2007
CLOTHES, riley & reed
TAGGED, super turner bros!
I SAY, yayyy
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[Regan Turner]

REGAN LIAM TURNER,


I WANT TO BELIEVE IN MYSELF AGAIN
so I dream of a man whose hope never ends
and for every tear that is lost from an eye
I'D DIG ME A WELL NO MAN COULD DESTROY*

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Regan Turner, before turning into a rehab king, ultimate fuck up of the Turner clan, was quite the teenage boy. Well, a charming, womanizing, teenage boy. But it wasn’t really his fault, I mean, the girls should have known that his last name was synonymous with trouble, with the light exception of Riley, but who counted him anyways? And so, without a thought of consequence, the boy went out in flashy style going with girl to girl, trying something new. But don’t get him wrong, he didn’t lead girls on or anything, they just found him. And to his account, he did flat out tell the girls he was with he was a perpetual heartbreaker, granted that he would often say this followed by a low chuckle, but still. A warning was a warning, like those yellow ‘baby on board’ signs. Now regardless that that sign is a useless piece of plastic, like I was going to crash into your enviro-friendly, electric piece of recycled metal, but now that you put that thing up, if I do, I’ll feel worse because you just so happen to have a gurgling, pooping, crying, sleeping mini human on board. However, if there is no car seat, no miniature human being in the back seat of said enviro-car and you still have that up, it’ll give me incentive, just so you don’t fuck around with that sign.

But to be honest, it was a little obvious that there would be targets placed on his head. I mean, I suppose some girl just didn’t understand his way of casual acquainting. So to see that chick, Shawna, Cheryl or whatever, shouldn’t be very surprising, the boy probably moved on or what not, way before her. It was pointless to remain in a relationship if there was no spark, no fire cracker chemistry like there used to be. And Regan wasn’t one to linger in past feelings, once it’s gone, it’s gone. But throwing that brown terracotta vase was a little much… poor thing, crashing against the wall and what not. However, as potentially injurious as that could have been, Regan was a little preoccupied to really give a rat’s ass about Susan (or whatever.) He finally made his sluggish way to the apartment of his oldest brother and knocked before that psycho girl’s shenanigans appeared. But thank big guns upstairs that Riles opened the door just in time, right before Regan was decapitated. It was funny really, how the girls he broke up with reacted to his presence. I mean, he wasn’t a raging playboy who didn’t remember any names or anything… He remembered most. It just so happened that he didn’t know that girl's name that lived surprisingly close to Riley… This will be interesting. He wondered how many other girls, in a general approximation that wanted to throw other things at him. It wasn’t like he completely shattered their hearts or anything… and never to his recollection has he cheating on anyone… But I suppose there will always be hard feelings regardless.

Shrugging into the relatively small apartment, with panic he ran a hand through his hair before being attacked by a bear hug from Reed, “Hey man, I missed you too,” he mumbled into his brother’s arm. And here Regan was thinking that this was going to be awkward. When Riley came back and patted him on the back, it was like the littlest Turner never left. It was heart warming, as he sat down before saying anything else, throwing his feet on top of the coffee table, vaguely glancing at the television, not really watching, just trying to absorb his surroundings, trying to realize that he was really back home. After sinking in a little in the lay-z-boy, rocking back and forth, “Yeah. I uh, finished the program in Nevada, spent a couple weeks there and then came back to Valkyrie three days ago, but mostly hung out at the beach….” He trailed off, still looking at the television, but more looking past it. Regan himself didn’t really know what he was doing back in Valkyrie, he didn’t have any other place to go, and Nevada and its sand was getting boring. He liked water, he liked the way his fingers would wrinkle and feel pseudo swollen afterward. He liked how he floated, and he loved the creatures in the sea. Maybe one day he could get a job that would let him surf or something, which would be grand. But that wasn’t a topic that he was thinking about now, he really wanted to know why he came back to Valkyrie, what was here for him besides the drugs and the temptations? He had family, he had his brothers… He still had his mother, Seamus was difficult, and he didn’t want to include him in this. He had only said hello and good night to his father from the moment he arrived.

Ah Seamus, he didn’t want to think of the guy as a father, because let’s face it, he wasn’t much of one. He didn’t even know how he and Regan’s mother were sweethearts; the man was bitter as a spoonful of Buckley’s cough syrup. It was better that he didn’t talk to him much, just a mumble of ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘bye’. He knew this tore Rachel, his mother apart, but it was better this way, he didn’t get into Seamus’ business, and Seamus disowned him the day he almost got expelled from the academy. Shit. The academy, he sort of forgot about that. His admission was reinstated, he had school on Monday, fuck me. He became restless, just lounging on the couch and got up, finding his way around to the kitchen, yanking the refrigerator door. Hmmm, bread, cheese, sandwich meat…He did like sandwiches. Gathering the appropriate ingredients for a chicken sandwich, he placed each individual thing on the counter, a few centimetres away from each other. He opened the mayonnaise, the crisp pop made him smile as his two slices of whole wheat bread. With one slice piled high with meat, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, he tentatively placed the second slice atop of the sandwich. Grabbing a plate and a glass full of milk, he walked back to the living room area and sat down on the la-z-boy and began to eat, talking between each bit, “So, what’s new, guys? Did Golden boy finally taint his ways, or what?” he joked, his brother will always be the golden child, nothing could change that… hopefully.

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STATUS complete!
TAGGED super turner bros, bby
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "black friday rule" by flogging molly, but a lil' rearranged.
NOTES sorry, late. but hurrah!

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[Riley Turner]

( RILEY AND REED TURNER. )


( TURN BACK THE CLOCK, GIVE ME )
( SOME TIME, I NEED TO BREAK OUT )

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----EVEN THOUGH RILEY WAS SO THRILLED his youngest brother was standing in his apartment, he was also wondering who would be cleaning up the shattered vase in the hallway. he doubted his lady neighbor would. she threw it without any intentions of want it back, nor did she care that it broke. who was riley joking? he knew he'd be taking a dustpan and broom and sweep it all up at some point soon. putting that shattered glass pieces in a paper bag and throw it out in the dumpster behind the apartment building. that was just what riley was use to. anything involving him and his brothers, riley posed as mr. mom and cleaned up after them. was he annoyed with this? no, not really. he was just so use to it. and he didn't want to leave any traces of his brothers' wrong-doings for someone to find and get them in trouble. riley did know, however, that he had to be the best big brother out there. yeah, he'd take complete credit. he didn't exactly know what life for them would have been like if he hadn't kept them in line. of course, his influence could only go so far since reed spent a week in jail and regan went to rehab, but we won't talk about that.

riley was more focused on regan, and this mini family reunion that was taking place in the middle of his apartment. reed look ecstatic, though riley knew what was going on in his head because it was going through riley's too. was regan really ok? he knew they should have more faith in him, and they did, but it was really hard overcoming a sickness like this. regan's older brothers really wanted him to be well. they didn't want him to die and that was probably the road he was heading down if he hadn't gotten the help he needed in time. riley knew reed had definitely experienced friends that continued to relapse every so often after searing off drugs, alcohol, or other things. it was hard. sure, it might be hard to come clean and complete the program, but it was just as hard to stay out of the stuff upon entering the real world again.

even though they were all brothers and got along pretty well without those moments most siblings would have, unlike his two younger brothers, riley was not a heartbreaker. maybe he broke a few (very few) hearts in high school, but that was just a break up. unintentional and just part of ending a relationship. reed and regan however... well, they sure loved lady attention. they were just like a bunch of girls themselves when using their looks to get what they wanted. riley didn't want to say that they were really good-looking brothers, but that was kind of a what the deal was. riley was far from conceited, but he knew that the turners were a decent looking family. they had some sort of appeal that girls found attractive. whether it be that they were all tall boys (all of them were taller than six foot) or that they were irish and still bore an accent. riley didn't like stringing girls along, and the other two did. though, riley was getting older, he knew that since his brothers were younger than him, it was easier to bask in the attention. maybe they would grow out of it, maybe they wouldn't.

reed and riley often talked about what regan would be like when he came back. different? they hoped not. well, the only difference they wanted was that he was clean. riley felt bad though, when regan was away, riley and him only were able to visit baby boy once. it was in april after that school shooting. they road tripped it down and visited him for a couple days. they checked the place out and hung out with him before they had to leave again. riley had finals and reed needed to graduate. they should have made more time to go visit. things were getting boring in valkyrie anyway. riley couldn't remember the last time the three crowded in this apartment, headsets hooked up and yelling at people on xbox live as they played ghost recon. yeah, those were the good times. regan moved over to the couch and pulled his feet on the table. reed looked over at riley. it was like they were trying to figure this all out and see how much the little brother changed. “Yeah. I uh, finished the program in Nevada, spent a couple weeks there and then came back to Valkyrie three days ago, but mostly hung out at the beach….” reed opened his mouth but riley beat him to it. "three days ago?" reed added in, "did you forget where we fucking lived or something?" riley moved on the other side of the coach, turned the tv off so they could all talk. riley didn't know why regan wouldn't have called them when he got in town. he'd been here already for three days and they didn't even know? he found it strange that not even his mother called him to tell him the news.

regan got up again and went to the kitchen. riley didn't care, he was family. he could knock himself out with the stuff in the kitchen. reed turned and look at riley. "why wouldn't mom call one of us?" riley shrugged. "maybe he was just settling in?" he offered. "without us?" reed jutted in. it was kind of odd. did regan not want to see them right away? "he's probably just transitioning. it'd be hard, reed," riley said, defending regan. reed cleared his throat and riley turned and saw regan coming back into the living room, taking his spot again, this time with a sandwich. reed and riley tried their best to look like they weren't just talking about him. “So, what’s new, guys? Did Golden boy finally taint his ways, or what?” "riley got a girl pregnant," reed blurted and shrugged when riley sent him a glare. "but the best is that she's a teenager and riley boy is already seeing someone else, aren't you?" riley sighed and just nodded, no need in denying it. "it was an accident, obviously."

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[Regan Turner]

REGAN LIAM TURNER,


I WANT TO BELIEVE IN MYSELF AGAIN
so I dream of a man whose hope never ends
and for every tear that is lost from an eye
I'D DIG ME A WELL NO MAN COULD DESTROY
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Regan wondered about a lot of things. He wondered why Canada had such fucked up weather; how it can snow a foot and a half in June one night and be scorching hot the next. How one day he was a scrawny Irish kid up until the age of fifteen and then exploded into a six-foot tall man beast. And at last in the three days he was all by himself he wondered why he didn’t knock on Riley’s door the moment he set foot in Valkyrie. Well, Regan didn’t quite know the answer to that one, or well, didn’t know how to explain it to his older brothers in a way without them clocking him one. He just didn’t want to face them that were all there was to it. Regan didn’t want them to act awkwardly around him, them of all people once he came back. Hell, how does one ‘act’ around a former addict? Certainly not holding a variety of drugs in front and then seeing if one would go pick their drug of choice? Now his mind was running wildly with absurd ideas, and so the boy spent more time surfing; he was overreacting… If Regan’s mother could act as though he never left, Reed and Riley would certainly do the same. Ugh, he hated thinking, all the far out ideas that swirled in his mind was starting to hurt. That was how he had spent those three days, surfing in attempts to forget.

The boy was not regretful over his time in the institution, or rehab if you will, but now he was just nervous and anxious and had that stupid uneasiness in the pits of his stomach. If he didn’t go, his life would have gone one of two ways; A. being kicked out of the academy and being annexed from most accredited institutions therefore diving into a narcotic haze or B. dead. Now A. and B. were correlated in the means that death would have been induced by drugs, but the boy had some time before that would occur, or so Regan faithfully thought sometimes. Or perhaps a bus would have hit him the moment he stepped out. One could never be completely sure of their demise, it was random in most cases, like aneurisms and car wrecks. But sometimes, if you were fortunate, you would know. He supposed his thinking was cruel, in that why would one be slightly grateful that they were dying because of cancer or some other fatal disease, but Regan hated surprises like death, he would rather know that he had six months to live and be done with it than to be trailed along only to die in his sleep. That was boring and painful. However whenever he would think of death of things of that nature, his mind would always linger back to Lena. She as such a large part of his life, regardless that he only knew her for a few months, it was weird to think that she was really dead.

However, that was enough of that, he had other times to dwell on the past. Right now he just had to focus on the fact that he was almost decapitated and now lounging in the midst of his brothers, something that hadn’t happened in a while, “There was a reason I ended it with that chick… she had a little too healthy dose of the crazies…”

[/b] He mumbled to mostly himself as he walked into the kitchen to feed this enraged appetite of his. But before he left, Reed gave his schpiel and Regan rolled his eyes a little. It was like they were sorority sisters or something, even to go to the damn bathroom it had to be together. Running a hand through his outgrown hair, his answer became sarcastic as he continued on his mission for nutrition, “Yeah totally, Reed-ski, I walked around like a homeless bum until I found the building…”[/b] He said, his words spitting a little venom. That was unexpected; perhaps he was a little defensive about some things… like not having the urge to pop up in front of his brother’s door; the boy still had a hell of a lot of demons to work through. “No, I just… hung out with mum and surfed… trying to get my roots in again, you know?”[/b] He yelled from the diminutive kitchen, delicately laying the lettuce onto the bread for his sandwich; mmmm, food. As he walked back into the living room, he heard Reed clearing his throat, oh it seemed like he was walking into something, great. Regan was definitely immune to people who were talking about him behind his back, hell, he gave the world enough fodder for a million rumors. One of his favorites were that he had sold his kidney in order to pay his dealer and that in the lining of his fiddle case was laced with cocaine from Mexico. It was like he lived in a plot to a movie, but rest assured that he still had both kidneys in tact and that nothing of that sort ever came in contact with his fiddle, shit he would have committed murder before that. But as he placed the top slice of brown bread atop his massive sandwich, he heard bits and pieces of Reed and Riley’s banter. Rolling his hazel eyes once more “Mom didn’t call you because I asked her not to.”[/b] He said with his voice marking some finality in the subject, he didn’t want to comment further on this matter. His brows rose slightly, disregarding the fact that his brothers just acted like a couple of girls talking smack about another for having a big butt or something.

As the boy became comfortable in the La-Z-Boy once more, plat of food in his lap and glass of milk in his left hand, he settled in for a snack. In the midst to cut the tension, he asked about how things were and then the atom bomb drop, metaphorically speaking of course. “What?”[/b] Regan choked a little on the sandwich that fell back into his plate and quickly pushed it to the side table, along with the milk; he didn’t want to suffocate to death after hearing such explosive news. What Regan was expected was that Riley got carpel tunnel from marking shit and Reed needing a bus boy at his new bar mum had told him about… He wasn’t expecting the good brother to do a deed he expect Reed or hell, even himself to do. “Sweet baby Jesus, Riley Delrick Turner, you dog,”[/b] Regan still couldn’t believe it, as he shook his head, chuckling a little to himself. Wow, the shit that happens when the cat is away and the mice are left to play. But when the eldest Turner quickly added the fact that it was an ‘accident’ Regan had to contain his smirk for his next comment, “Naturally an accident, because you accidentally fell into, her then out of her, and then into her again. A completely unforeseen occurrence,”[/b] Regan Liam smiled a wide grin. Was it bad that he liked this a little too much? That suddenly golden boy and his high moral horse weren’t so golden anymore, and he was just like the Reed and Himself? Perhaps, but when was Regan or even Reed going to have another golden (no pun intended) moment such as this? Exactly, never again. But he loved his brother, if it weren’t for Riley, Regan would have been in some deep shit, for there would have been no one to clean up after him. The youngest brother was grateful. Kicking his up on the table, he stretched in the chair, tilting it back with his hands behind his head, the day was getting good, “Do I know the broad that agreed to your school girl fetish gone awry or what?”[/b] He inquired, vaguely recalling some girls that happened to take a liking to the young teacher.

And to think, Regan thought Riley had no game.
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NOTES I love their dynamic <3
COUNT 1344 words
TAGGED super turner bros, bby.
ATTIRE baby boy
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "black friday rule" by flogging molly, but a lil' rearranged.

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[Riley Turner]

----THOUGH BOTH OF THE ELDER TURNER BOYS were slightly hurt that regan had been in valkyrie for the past few days, they tried not to show it. they didn't even know he was getting out. great brothers they were, right? they only had time to visit him once in nevada. as close as they were, it was hard to drive down there. reed's truck finally died on him. but it wasn't like a vehicle was very important to him now that he lived right above his bar. besides, everything was in walking distance downtown. riley was studying a shitload for his finals, and then the 'almost got myself killed' debacle. no one in his family truly knew how much shit the supposed 'golden boy' got himself into. he got involved with some girl, but really, not 'involved' like you may think. it was complicated, both he and liz knew that. so, he almost died. no big deal, right? no one knew about it. then, he went off and got a teenager pregnant. could he still be qualified as the 'good' one in his family? it was rather ironic that in the past year he committed three crimes. two statutory rapes (that were consensual but the government didn't see it that way,) and then that whammy of an accomplice to murder. what would that be called? second degree or manslaughter? it would be something. might as well just reserve a cell for him in prison since that's where he would be headed for a long time.

when regan mentioned that he told their mom not to call riley or reed, riley got it. he could see his mother doing that. she always tried keeping them together, but the one thing all three of them admired in her was her loyalty to her family. riley could tell, she just wanted to be a family again. like it was before seamus burned the bridges with the two younger ones. regan also mentioned that he had been hanging out with the mrs. turner the past few days. riley noticed reed shift uncomfortably next to him. riley knew what was coming. "you stayed down there for three days? what was dad like?" any thought that reed and seamus would work through their issues and make-up was pretty much demolished when reed agreed to go with riley to dinner. it was the night he planned on letting his family know about coco and the baby but the tension between reed and seamus in the room was thicker than bricks. sure enough, by the middle of the dinner, seamus and reed started arguing like two grumpy old men. one son was, naturally, bad, but seamus seemed to screw it up once again and the day regan got kicked out of the academy (and basically the house for the rehab center) seamus lashed out. riley could only shake his head at their father. he still had a relationship with his father. riley didn't agree with any of the things nor the way their father handled different situations, but the burly irishman was still his father.

"if living down there is too much right now, you can live here. you've seemed to make yourself at home in the la-z-boy," riley offered. maybe it was an attempt to get involved again in his brother's life or keep and eye on him. but mostly because he wanted regan to be somewhere comfortable, and since regan and seamus weren't on good terms, living at home might not be the greatest idea. and, it would be best for riley to suggest first. he was guessing their parents would rather let regan stay here than say, reed's place. even riley knew that would be a disaster waiting to happen. riley lived in a pretty decent building and had a pretty decent apartment. riley was older, therefore he was mature and responsible. between riley and reed, riley would have ground rules while reed would willingly be getting into trouble with regan. riley could already see having to bail them out of jail for peeing in the straight or some stupid thing like that.

and then the conversation was back on him when reed decided to shamelessly blurt riley's current baby drama situation. it even took riley a while to tell reed about it, finally buckling down and telling him about a month ago. riley just kept thinking, he was suppose to be the so-called 'perfect' one. he knew his brothers looked up to him. would they still think of him the same why when he kept messing up like this? the fact that regan nearly choked on his sandwich summed it all up for the twenty-two year old. he groaned slightly since this was a topic they'd talk about for at least another twenty minutes in addition to randomly bringing it up during the day until probably coco popped. “Naturally an accident, because you accidentally fell into, her then out of her, and then into her again. A completely unforeseen occurrence." reed immediately bursted out laughing. "watch it smart-ass," he warned. riley actually barely remembered the night he and coco slept together. all he could remember was lots and lots of alcohol, a hotel room, and a rather large height difference. oh yeah, and it was barely forty eight hours since the liz drama in los angeles. bruised and all, he seemed to get down and dirty with coco and friggen make a baby. what the hell. “Do I know the broad that agreed to your school girl fetish gone awry or what?” riley sat down on the couch and reed slipped into another chair. "the real question is if you had sex with this broad. you know, see if at least one girl in valkyrie can say they did all three of us." reed looked at riley as if to say, 'well, say her name.' riley looked over at regan. "coco lehoux," he informed his sixteen year old brother. did he even want to know the answer to this?

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