ALAN BRIGGS

[Alan Briggs]

hoping for the best,
just hoping nothing happens


character name: Alan Briggs
significance:
It was chosen because his father was vain enough to want a name that was similar to his but not his entirely, because, well, there’s only room for one Alvin Briggs in this world. Alan, however is name of a popular Welsh and Breton saint; brought to England by the large contingent of Bretons who fought alongside William the Conqueror.
age: 21
gender: homme
hair & face:
He’s got high cheekbones, and he’s lazy enough to not shave every day, though mustache stubble isn’t really becoming to his tanned face. His dark hair sits atop of his head in a shapeless blob, and it doesn’t bother him, considering it’s entirely his fault that it’s exactly that way. Running your fingers through it numerous times during the day can do that to hair. Thick eyebrows crown baby blues, and honestly, Alan is darn proud of his eyes, and he exploits them to his favor one hundred percent. Apparently, he got lucky on the genes mad scramble. His facial expressions are classic, and completely necessary on his day-to-day life. He relies a lot of his communication in them, and they mold, pliant underneath his command. Nothing about his face is harsh, because Alan doesn’t let it be harsh. Physical appearances have always been important, especially back in the day when he wanted to go into politics. Just thinking about it makes him smirk. Yeah, those were the days. Your face tells everything there is to know about you. What does Alan’s face tell the world? It says: “I’m confident, I’m smooth, I’m attractive, and I’m ready to take you on. There’s nothing I can’t do.” And he believes it too. Alan is all about the ‘right’ mental attitude. If you think positive, you will react and act accordingly. It’s all a state one lives in.

build: Alan loves to work out. There’s something about the pull of the muscles, the ache later that same day, that is innately comforting. It’s comforting because you know that it will produce results, and it’s comforting because you know it’ll make you look better. That being said, yes, Alan is well-built, muscles well-toned and tall, tall, tall. He tries to keep a decent tan, not because he likes how it looks, but because he likes to spend time out in the sun. Native of sunny California, Alan was taught how to love the sun at an early age, and it shows. No matter how many wintry New York seasons he stays in this city, his tan won’t entirely fade ever. It’s etched into his skin. Literally. He’s got wide shoulders and a slim waist. Personally, he finds that favoring for tailor suits, and so far, it hasn’t failed him. Normally, Alan doesn’t really go for said tailor suits, but hey, if it looks good, it looks good. His style is more of a relaxed thing, what with t-shirts, or plaid button-downs; stuff he can be comfortable with or in which he can burst into a basketball game in an impromptu fashion and not have to worry about untying his tie, or whatever. He’s used to sports, he likes sports, and he likes to play them whenever he feels like it. Being able to play them is another thing. Physical condition is so hard to come by nowadays. People are letting themselves go what with their crazy lifestyles and whatnot. It’s a shame, really. There are so many opportunities out there, just waiting to be grabbed, but people don’t care enough. Letting themselves go physically is just another sign of it. Good physical shape ensures you a better lifestyle, better health; but people just don’t care.
other notable physical characteristics: n/a
face claim: Zac Efron
god/goddess: N/A

likes:
+Pretty girls
+Sports
+A/C
+Music
+Girls playing guitar
+Concerts
+Travelling
+Snow
+Winning
+Working out
+Making up stories
+Basically, lying a lot
+Videogames
+Vinyl records
+Secrets
+Playing hide n’ seek
+Older girls
+Popsicles
+Money
+Italian
+Tailor suits
+Spicy food
+Laughing
+Making other people laugh
+Being comfortable around people
+Sleeping in boxers
+Air-guitar
+Cereal
+Friends
+Knowing lots of people

dislikes:
-Cooking
-Losing
-Poker
-Facebook
-Myspace
-Driving
-Christmas trees
-Working (as in a job)
-People finding out about his lies
-Close-minded people
-Kids
-Feeling uncomfortable
-Studying
-Taking pictures
-Ex-girlfriends in general
-Bitch slaps
-People who think they’re funny, when they aren’t
-Bruno
-Girls hitting on him
-Missed calls
-Missing people
-Attachment
-Long-term relationships
-Clingy people
-Cold people

hobbies:
♠ Swimming
♠ Organizing parties
♠ Matchmaking
♠ Writing articles
♠ Design buildings
♠ Working out

personality:
I wouldn’t really describe Alan as the guy who goes for the cougars—more like the girls who are just a little bit older. Girls equal drama, from what he’s gathered during his life, and he prefers to live his days drama free. That’s probably the main reason he keeps things more like day-to-day instead of year-to-year like a lot of people do. Alan lives for the now, f*ck the consequences. People focus too much on the past and the future, and they forget all about the present. They keep living their lives in tenses that they’ll never be able to control anymore, because the past was lived with their eyes on the future, and the future doesn’t really exist until you act on the present. And thus, humanity is destined to tank. Alan doesn’t like relationships where girls confess their love and their need to be with someone. Alan likes skin, and likes girls who understand his need for skin. Mind you, that makes him sound like an utter douche, and while most of the time he is borderline on just that, he isn’t 100% evil. He makes sure the girls know what he’s like before they get involved with him, whether physically or emotionally. Not that Alan is big on the sex scene. Something cured him of that when he was younger. High-school age, actually, so now he’s big on safe sex, and hardly ever let’s himself get carried away in such a manner with a girl that will take them that far. It’s only ever happened once, and it was enough to cure him of that disease. So his policy? Look, but don’t touch.

If you focus on living on the present, what’s the best way to do it? Living your life abiding the law, and doing what everyone thinks you’re doing? Hell no. Alan doesn’t like being lied to, but that doesn’t stop him from lying his ass off every time he needs to or feels like it. There’s nothing wrong with coloring your life with bright lying threads from time to time, you know? Especially if it makes the people around you laugh and get the pretty girls’ attention, eh? Besides, Alan doesn’t like getting into trouble. He’s not that kind of guy just yet, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever be. Alan will always look for a way to weasel out of things, even if it means lying his butt off. It’s not that he sets out to do exactly that, but somehow, if he’s in trouble, he’ll create magnificent scenarios that even if they’re believable wouldn’t really happen to him. But it doesn’t matter, because most of the time he manages to sell the story. He’s that convincing. With his friends, he tries to be as honest as possible, but even with them he’s found himself lying from time to time. It’s a vice, if you think about it, and by now, Alan’s pretty into it. He figures he’s got time to correct it, you know? He’s young, he’s free. He has to enjoy his life while he still can. Otherwise he’ll be stuck in a body he doesn’t like with the mentality of someone that happened long time ago.

Now, if his philosophy in life is to live it to its maximum potential, Alan’s, definitely living up to it. He’s the most social person you will ever meet. He talks, and laughs, and has this ease of making people feel comfortable around him. He drinks socially, doesn’t smoke, and loves being around people. There’s something refreshing about meeting new faces every day, especially in a city as big as NYC, there’s just this hunger to get to know as many people as possible. It makes for awesome anecdotes and experiences. Meeting people absolutely opposite to you, and still hit it off. Now, Alan’s got a rather sarcastic and biting humor, to which people don’t react that well upon first impression, but somehow, Alan always makes it work—and if he doesn’t, well, it’s pretty apparent. He’s blunt and biting when he knows you better. First impressions, Alan tries to keep it under wraps as much as possible. After all, people don’t like people like him on the first go. He likes to say he’s an acquired taste—he just gets better with time. What could you expect of the typical high school popular kid? Alan’s used to getting what he wants, and his personality reflects it.

A general tip: don’t get Alan started in arguments. He’ll talk anyone out of it, no matter how utterly wrong he is. If he believes he’s right, everyone else should agree with him. He’s got temper issues, everyone that knows him knows that. He lets his anger get the best of him more often than not, and that makes him take some irrational decisions that he normally wouldn’t even consider while clear-headed. But when he wants to prove a point, Alan will go to extents people could never dream of. When he’s angry though, you better watch your words—it would be wise to advice yourself to some tame words, and to keep your tongue in check, because at the slightest provocation, he will lash out like a wounded animal. Alan, as social as he is, is a very private person. He doesn’t like people getting too close, not because of your typical cliché reason that they will ‘hurt him’, but more of the other way around. He knows what he’s capable of whenever he’s not in his five senses, and he believes that nobody deserves to be treated that way. If there’s one thing he will always regret is lashing out to a certain person while in high school, and it has trailed him all the way to New York. It’s a life lesson he will never forget. Lashing out to people and hurting them pushes them away; so far away that you probably will never see them or hear from them again. So yes, people, keep your proper distance. More than mere friends? Nope, there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell.

So if he’s got such an unappealing personality, what makes people stay around him, then? Well, as much as Alan loves to flaunt his bad side, he’s also got good, positive things that many people think outweigh the bad ones. Sure, he’s a liar with a bad temper, but that’s not all there is to him. Alan also has a sweet side. The random side, in which he can chat about anything and everything with no prejudices, no close-minded-ness and a courage to experiment that not many people would ever dare to doubt. As a result, he’s been talked into getting his nipple pierced (not a good experience, and has since been removed), his tongue too, and would’ve had a couple of tats by now if he’d had his ID at hand’s reach when he was back in high school. Thankfully, as there have been friends who want him to do that kind of stuff, there have also been friends who’ve been there to knock some sense into him, letting him see that he’d probably regret all those decisions the next day. Where were those friends when he decided to get his nipple and tongue pierced? Oh, who knows. But apparently, whenever he’s thinking about getting a tat, they appear. Which means that so far, Alan’s skin is blemish free. But hey, who knows, now that he’s in NYC, anything could happen, yes? He could always hook up with some good kids or just the opposite. Alan has that talent, to be able to fit in wherever whenever, even if he does look like a jock recently graduated from one of the preppiest schools. Then again, he pretty much is. It’s just been a couple years since he last stepped out of high school, ready to enroll in political sciences in Columbia. Which, of course he dropped out of. Maybe it wasn’t for him, after all. His parents believed that it fit his personality to a tee, considering how good of a liar he is, and how diplomatic he can be whenever he’s up for the task, but political sciences was just a drag. It reminded Alan of too many things, of too many faults, too many things he didn’t want to be, and thus, he dropped out, conveniently forgetting to inform his parents of that small detail. Being a drop out fits him better, anyway. His relaxed, open-minded attitude doesn’t allow for tailor suits 24/7, no matter how good he looks in them.

He’s sweet when he likes a girl—which is often, believe me—and he can get as philosophical and deep as Plato if the situation calls for it. Alan isn’t the type of person that cares solely for the outside, even if you do get that kind of vibe from him when you first meet him. You may be gorgeous, but if you don’t have the brains to back it up, in his all honest opinion, he thinks you’re a waste of oxygen. You are on this world with a purpose, whether you like it or not, so if you’re not all that keen in fulfilling it, then fine, let it be that way, but he doesn’t have to suffer for your stupidities, no matter how much he likes you. Then again, if you are stupid, there are high chances he doesn’t like you. Why, yes, he does allow himself to be quite the elitist from time to time, thank you. So yes, Alan likes intelligent people. If you’re planning on making a lasting impression on him, be prepared to take out the big, intellectual guns, because otherwise, he’ll think you’re wasting his time. Of course, he’s able to recognize the different types of smarts there are, and whatever brand you own, he still respects it. Whether street smarts or book intelligence, or just plain, raw, logic, Alan respects it and admires it. Not everybody can be like that, and those who are deserve a tip of the good ole hate, like his father used to say before he went to the dark side.

Alan Briggs is a very honest person.
Okay, so yeah, that might sound contradicting to the previous statements of him being a good, slick liar, but it isn’t, really. It’s not physically impossible to be both things at once. If Alan cares for you, and wants the best for you he will be honest. Painfully so. He will disregard everything—from manners to what society expects of you and be blunt and straight to the point. If he doesn’t like what you’re doing, or smells BS, he’ll call you out on it, whether in public or in private, it depends how much he likes you. He’s honest because he expresses what he thinks, and isn’t concerned with lying just to please people. Being a suckup has never been a strength of his, he doesn’t understand how his mother manages it, but it’s been bringing the big bucks home, so it must work, somehow, right? Anyway, his lying persona and his honest one compliment each other quite nicely. How? It’s quite simple. The fact that he’s such a good liar only accentuates the moments when he’s being honest. And if he’s being honest with you, it also shows how different you are from the rest to which he lies to. Then again, him being a liar isn’t like a day-to-day occurrence, or even compulsive. It’s born out of strict necessity. Otherwise, Alan wouldn’t even bother. Knowing himself as much as he does, it only makes sense that Alan believes and knows there are worst people out there. Which is why he believes no one until there’s further proof that they’re telling the truth—or he knows them well enough whether to dictate they’re liars or worthy of trusting. He understands white lies every now and then, but holy geez, there are some compulsive liars out there, and lying to Alan is not the best of ideas humanity has had in a while. So yes, Alan is a diehard skeptic. He’ll probably laugh at an improbable anecdote just as much as the next guy or gal, but will he believe it? Doubtful. In his mind, there’s a 60/40 percent balance of whatever they said is false or true; with the sixty percent of it being fake. People tell lies allt he time. It’s a defense mechanism, or a way to get people to like you. Alan would know…he does it himself, and he used to do it even more in the past. Thankfully, time has gone by and things have changed. Slightly, but hey, they’ve changed all the same, right?

Alan’s got a wild imagination and therefore has a mild tendency to be hypochondriac. He’s got a thing about illness, you see. He hates being sick. Like, he can’t even tolerate a migraine without medicating, so if he even feels slightly out of shape, Alan will do anything to get back in health. He’s also a bit of a germ-phobe, so he’s always washing his hands and stuff. He used to be an easily impressionable kid. Sometimes still is, in the back of his mind, when he’s being convinced by his friends to get a piercing, or do some of the other scandalous sh*t he’s done in the past. It was worse in high school, and time has made things better. Sometimes. Other times…other times Alan can feel like the biggest scum of the earth. Past actions can never be remedied, no matter how much you look into the future. Alan says he doesn’t believe in regrets, that every moment he’s lived has made him to be what he is now, that no matter what you do, you’ll always come with a valuable lesson from it. That, in itself, is a lie, because Alan himself has a long, black list of regrets he would do anything to take back. The only thing he can do, however, is to take all of it into himself, and pretend it never existed. Start over. That’s what his parents were thinking when they shipped him off, didn’t they?

character’s parents: Alvin Briggs – 60 – slick liar – strict– confident – politician – cheater
Marie Briggs – 57 – elegant –teacher – good taste
siblings: Mario Briggs – 23 – engaged – graduate – translator – funny – light-hearted – easy to talk to
other family members of note: n/a
history:

Well-respected families tend to look at other well-respected families to marry their children off. It’s definitely frowned upon when well-respected families end up marrying one of their offspring to a girl from dubious background, and having a ‘premature’ child that everyone knows was conceived before shotgun marriage. It’s more than obvious that the gold-digger hooked him with that child just to have a tight leash on the money. Goodness knows if the kid’s even his. Oh, the scandal. At least in the tightly knit community of this certain town in Connecticut it was. Said well-respected family were the Briggs, of course, marrying their only son to this…whatever girl that had come from nowhere and had managed to weasel her way into their golden child’s pants. Not that Robert Briggs was faultless or innocent. Far from it. The guy had technically mauled the girl on their first encounter, and if she had ever gone back to him time and time again, it was solely based on one single motive: fear. Hayley Hampton was scared witless of Robert Briggs and what he could do to her. She had moved here in the fall, and she had nobody to back her up in this move. She’d moved away from her native city because she was running away from several failed relationships—all of them abusive. She’d come to Connecticut fearing for her life, and apparently she’d just come out of one mess to end up in another one. Hayley had met Robert completely by accident, seeing how she was several years his senior, they really had nothing in common, except that they happened to be in the same bar the same night. Robert had no excuse being there, really, since he was still underage, and he was roaring drunk. Hayley, on the other hand, had just turned 21, and she was ready to let loose some of the stress that had eaten away at her all these months when she’d been on the lookout for her security. Now, it seemed that things were finally going her way for once. She’d been going for a quick bathroom break when she’d run into Robert, whom was just exiting said bathrooms, and for him, it had been love at first sight. Or the twisted version of what he considered love, that is. What followed were a series of unfortunate events that ended up careening out of control. Hayley hadn’t wanted to have sex with him, when it was all Robert wanted. He was ‘doing her a favor’ by being interested in her, and couldn’t she see that really, she had no other option? His father was mayor of the town, and if she wanted to keep living there in total peace, she better cooperate.

To say she hadn’t wanted to be pregnant would be an understatement. When she found out, she was horrified, and had immediately considered getting rid of the fetus. Sure, she’d been with Robert a couple of years when this happened—unable to break away from the vicious cycle her life had become—but so far, they had always managed to avoid this one thing that would’ve surely ended Hayley’s life. Now…now it was slapping her on the face in such a way that she absolutely lost it. She’d been on her way to the clinic when Robert caught up with her, and quite literally dragged her back home. No, it wasn’t a pretty night for Hayley, but at least the kid she’d wanted to get rid of was what saved her this time around. Otherwise, who knows what Robert might’ve done. Anyone would’ve thought that someone like Robert would’ve encouraged her abortion, hell, he might’ve even paid for it, but apparently, anyone and everyone was wrong. Of course, nobody really knew what was going on between her and Robert, seeing as how they only got to see the ‘good’ side of things…Truth be told, Hayley was alone in this. She had no one to turn to when she was fearing for her life, and even if she’d had, there was nothing to be done, because he was Robert Briggs, and his father technically owned this town, and had contacts on the next one, and the next one and—it made Hayley sob into the early hours of the day, just thinking how she was never going to be able to get rid of this miserable existence. There’s something empowering for a guy, knowing he’s able to knock up a girl—or his girl, as Robert so endearingly put it when they broke the news to their family, Hayley fighting the bile that was rising at the back of her throat during that day. Oh joy, yeah, let’s all celebrate how fertile Robert Briggs is. She wanted to die. Before, it had only been fleeting thoughts, but as time went by, and the wedding passed by in a flurry of white and hatred, and the pregnancy progressed steadily and healthily…it started to take root in Hayley’s mind. She wanted to die, because there was no reason for her to live. She didn’t love Robert, never would, no matter how he ‘provided’ for her and for her ‘son’. He abused her—or used to, before the kid had been on the way.

At least she owed this fetus that much. It was the one saving her from being beat to hell and back for nine whole months. It was what had saved her from dying that day when Robert had caught her trying to sneak into the abortion clinic—then again, if the fetus didn’t exist, she wouldn’t even have to be here, and Robert probably would’ve grown bored with her by now. Instead, she was now married, living richly and miserably, all rolled into one. It was a hate / love relationship she started to develop. Love, because it’s innate, the maternal feeling that starts enveloping a woman when she’s expecting, and hate, because this fetus represented everything she’d never wanted in her life. Hayley knew that if she killed herself and got rid of the baby, she would hurt Robert the deepest, maybe in such a way that he would never be able to recover. That thought made her smile maliciously into the night, when Robert climbed into bed beside her and wrapped an arm protectively around her belly. Morbid, fascinating thoughts she entertained in the darkest hours of the night—but Hayley never went through with it. She may have denied it to anybody, but it was the love of the life that was growing inside of her that kept her from doing such horrible things. It was because of it that hope started to burgeon and grow inside of her as the days progressed and things seemed to be looking up. Robert wasn’t such a monster, after all, was he? But of course, Hayley was just trying to convince herself rather unsuccessfully. There’s nothing wrong in trying to sell yourself the idea of a better life, no? Especially if you’re resigned that it will be that way for the rest of your existence.

Needless to say, the child was born, and for a while, things were better. Robert was so proud of the boy—his first born was a male! That he spent almost every waking moment with the kid. Of course, when he wasn’t at school, going through college and his major on political sciences. Hayley may not have come from a respectable background, but she curled her lip at the little dynasty the Briggs were setting up for themselves here in Connecticut. She could only imagine what this town would be like in a few years with leaders like these. Hopefully, she’d be dead before any of it happened. And so, little Alvin grew with everything he needed, being doted upon by his father, adored by his mother. He was the only thing that kept that family together, and as he grew older, he started to notice it. The way his father treated his mother was not right, and he knew it, but it was the only way he’d ever seen a guy treat a woman—it was the example set at home…and so the vicious cycle started again. He went through women in high school as if they were set of clothes he could use and discard, and nobody really could stop him. He was the major’s son, and even the influence Hayley tried to sway him with was not enough to get him to stop. She was horrified at what she was seeing in her son: a carbon copy of the man she had learned to despise, but no matter what she did or what she said, she couldn’t change him. Truth be told, Alvin had learned to deprecate his mother just as his father did, and what she said had little to no influence in his mind. Hayley suspected there was abuse in whatever girl her son decided to date next, but none of the girls came forward, despite pressuring them about it, and there was nothing she could do, even if one of them even dared to. They were all trapped in this town, with no visible exit.

Time passed by, and like any respectable Briggs, Alvin was soon in the lookout for a wife. She needed to come from a decent family—not like his mother—and she needed to be pretty. She had to be the perfect trophy wife, you see. He had his eyes set on a specific girl, but she was currently dating someone that wasn’t completely worthy of her, like he was. Of course, he bided his time, knowing that sooner or later Marie LeBreun was going to see him for what he was worth. And of course she did. A native NYCer, Marie came from a family that wanted to marry her off as soon as she graduated college, and that wasn’t too far away. She shared their mentality you see, and despite being so far away from home, when she started dating Alvin Briggs, she knew that he was the one she was going to marry. He was perfect in every sense: rich, handsome and attentive. Alvin showed her the best of what he could offer, and she was instantly in love. He was the prince she’d been looking for her entire life. It didn’t matter that it meant having to stay here—Alvin was dead set on that—because she could live here, and maybe later Alvin would change his mind and they would move to NYC, a place Marie held dear to her heart.

As it was, Marie didn’t really get to see much of NYC until later on. After she’d had two kids—both boys—and she’d discovered that Alvin Briggs wasn’t all that prince-like after all. But of course, that took time, and while that happened, she was stuck in Connecticut, trying to raise decent kids. Unlike the last Mrs. Briggs, Marie was determined and fierce, often suffering consequences for standing up, but it changed the vicious cycle the Briggs men were submitted to. She gave both her sons an example to be proud of, something to stand up for themselves, and as they grew older, they started to defend their mother. Mario, the eldest, was the one who really couldn’t tolerate it any longer. He’d never been one to like fights, and it was understandable that he shy away from them, having lived in such an environment all his life, so as soon as he was able to, he applied for a college in NYC, the city his mother spoke so marvelously of. To him, it only meant one thing: freedom. Besides, he would be able to spend times with his maternal relatives, something that had been nonexistent until now. And so, Mario made the move, leaving one kid behind: Alan. He was the youngest, and therefore the most impressionable. His personality swayed from time to time, sometimes siding with his father, other times with his mom. During his high school career, the influence of his father was strong—he was into sports, liked girls, sex and parties, but there was also Marie in him, every time he pulled all-nighters to keep his 4.0 GPA intact, or how he would never treat any of his girlfriends in a wrong way. In the way he held the doors open for them, or asked about their well-being—caring about them in general. Sadly, it was his father’s influence that shone through when Disaster T struck. You see, Alan had been dating this girl steadily for the past couple of years, and was pretty much head over heels for her. Tabitha was everything he could ever ask for: beautiful, smart, witty and so into him. Sadly, his father had never approved, always wanting ‘something better’ for the one son he was trusting to carry on the political dynasty they had going on for them in Connecticut. Marie, on the other hand, adored Tabitha. She saw in her the rising hopes for her child, admired the calming effect she had on the volatile Alan, and wished for nothing more than for that relationship to last.

But good things never last, do they? The two high school kids had started fighting, and Marie, the ever noticing mother knew it, but she didn’t put much thought into it. It was the stress of the upcoming college application period—nothing they couldn’t work out. But it was worse than that. So bad, in fact, that Alan was considering breaking up with her for good. They were only hurting each other, at the rate things were going, and really, there was no future for them, was there? Then, it happened. Tabitha got pregnant, a fact Marie wouldn’t find out until much later on, and told Alan, who, distressed, had gone to his father first. Right then and there was the whole turning point for his entire life. Alan had a bright future before him, and he wasn’t going to ruin it, was he? Well, at least according to his father, that is. Of course, Alvin Briggs had more brains than that and didn’t say that out loud to his kid. He was no blind man, and he could see how in love—and how torn—Alan was about the whole situation, and so, he took advantage of his son’s doubts. Alan wasn’t sure Tabitha was pregnant for real, and Alvin encouraged said doubts. He went on and on about how it was practically impossible for it to happen (lies), because they’d been practicing safe sex from day one, and it was just a trick from the redhead to get him to marry her. Oh, yeah, Alvin had seen it all from his own mother, who’d done the same thing to his father in order to ruin his life. Did he want a repeat of that in his family? Of course not. Alvin had some connections in NY, thanks to his mother, so, why didn’t Alan move up there? Just to get rid of that girl and her fake accusations. He could finish high school in Long Island, start over afresh, and leave all this mess behind. He was too young to be a father! Besides, the girl wasn’t even pregnant, so why should he leave such an impeccable life only to become a father at 18? No, that wasn’t how things worked. Besides, his mother had been talking about going to visit her family for a while, so he’d be with a legal guardian at all times. How did that sound?

To Alan, that sounded just fine.


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