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Isamu Sommer-Passos ([info]busyizzy) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
Michi had been home for the day, taking the first few weeks of retirement at home with Izzy. She figured he needed the encouragement to get out there and do something; get back on his feet. She had tried to get him to sign up for some classes but he kept telling her classes were for pussies. "Give it time," she had told Tatum and Sam. "He just needs time."

She had busied herself with finding little projects around the house, currently she was working on trying to create a flow chart for the kids and their chores. She was elbow deep in post it notes when the door bell rang. Michi pushed the post it notes aside on the dining room table, missing the one that was stuck in her hair and made her way to the door. She pulled it open to reveal Benji and a hundred emotions hit her all at the same time.

Her lips twitched, her eyes went a little glassy. "Ben," she said quietly, stepping aside to let the blonde in. "Yeah, yeah he's in his room. Don't know if the bum is up yet though. You... uh... you wanna go check on him?" her voice shook a little despite herself.

She pressed her hand to her face, covering half her mouth. "You- you look good kid," she watched as Benji took off toward Isamu's room.

Isamu had plans after high school. They were going to move away; the three of them. Kia would do whatever brilliant thing she was going to do and he and Benji would pull in some money. He had intended to be a motocross racer and a skateboarder, he was sure he'd win the X-Games some day. Then their whole world fell apart in one night. A lot of people blamed his best friend, his own mom wanted to rip the girl's throat out. So he was stuck in the middle of a war that no one would win. He hadn't been able to be there for Benji when she needed someone and he had never been able to forgive himself for that.

He was stuck; unable to really get back on the tracks. He had been on his board a few times, Michi and Sam even went out with him a couple times to try and encourage him. He had been good once but after Kia died he lost his spunk, most of his fight. Everything felt grey and bland. It was the same ticking time bomb every day and he was just wasting away.

He didn't get a lot of sleep, just laid in bed a lot. Most days he rolled out of bed, smoked a blunt, drank a few beers, and headed down to the skate park where he would just sit for hours. It wasn't any different that day. He had already smoked one blunt and was half way through a bottle of red stripe when he heard someone coming up the stairs. He figured it was Mich so he shoved the ash tray and the bottle under his bed, just hoping that would be enough.


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