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fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerf[ formerly known as gabriel gray ]

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ do you wanna know what i think of you
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ cause you're not the way i thought you should be
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ do take back what you said
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ it's time to fix, it's time to fix your head

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Even without that tingly feeling in his body, the one that he had inherited from a nice business woman.. on her birthday no less. Even without his internal lie detector, Sylar would've been able to tell that Ashley was lying. Her mannerism practically screamed for him not to trust it. Her darting eyes, the way her teeth clenched when she spoke.. and of course, that little tingly inside him that was slowly becoming more and more annoying with each passing day. So she knew him, knew who he was. That didn't really surprise him in the least. Somehow this girl knew his father, she was staying in his house after all.. so if she knew his father than surly she'd know about little Gabriel, the child he abandoned with his brother. The child that was now seeking some sort of vengeance for all of those years of wondering, of suffering through living with no father and a woman whom he'd never be good enough to please. But that was in the past and what Sylar needed to focus on now was the little liar before him, the one who was shooting him the most disgusted look she could muster. It was cute really, because they both knew in time she'd be using an entirely different look when he laid his hands on her. Hell, she might even grow to like it.

"You know, it isn't healthy to start keeping secrets at such an early stage in our relationship." Sylar muttered, his fingers lingering in the girl's long brown locks for a moment and twirling one of the curlier pieces around his finger. He knew it bothered her, to be touched by him this way and it was her reaction that was feeding him. The way she wanted so desperately just to shove him off of her and flee, rather than have any part of him touch her. But it would change, he'd make sure of that. It always changed. After all, this was his game. He was the chess master and she the small, insignificant pawn. But soon enough he'd get what he came for, the information he knew was locked away in that ticking head of hers. Patience was a virtue though, one that Sylar felt he possessed... at times at least. He had waited quite some time to get where he was today, so a few more hours or days if it came to that, wouldn't be too terrible. With a deep inhale, Sylar let his hand fall from Ashley's hair and his previously unfocused eyes turned back to hers. "We've got to establish some trust Ashley. And you lying won't help that at all." He finished his thought,quite a few moments after he started it but he felt the message had been received.

Moving away slowly, Sylar climbed to his feet and peered down at her like a giant. Well he was compared to her, even when she was standing up. He got that from his father, no doubt. Or maybe his mother had some Amazonian blood in her. Really, he'd never know thanks to Samson. "I really wish you'd stop playing games sweetheart." He muttered, turning his back to her and taking a few long strides over to a table that was set up against the wall, now filled with things Sylar had found while rummaging through all of Ashley's things. "We both know you're quite aware of who Samson is. So pretending to be as uninformed as you look really isn't going to make matters any easier."Sylar leered, running his fingers across the picture frames before him and over the laminated New Jersey driver's license that held all the information he'd need to know about Ashley for now. How old she was, her last name.. whether or not she wore glasses or contacts. He was sure the suspense was killing her, not knowing how exactly he knew her name. Was he psychic? Maybe that would explain how he knew she was lying. He doubted the girl would come to a rational conclusion, like Sylar being smart enough to find out who his victims were before he tortured them. Come on, he was no amateur.

After quite the pregnant pause, Sylar's dark eyes landed on a rather interesting portrait that he just couldn't his itchy fingers off. It took him a minute to recognize the people in the picture, but it became rather obvious soon enough. From the looks of it, the picture was taken right outside this very house some five or six years ago. Ashley was in it, looking nearly the same as she did now and she had her arms wrapped around a boy that looked to be three or four years her junior. His eyes were the same and his mouth seemed to pull into a smile identical with hers. It was obvious that they were related, at the very least cousins. But with the way the older woman in the picture was hugging the two, it was obvious that this little family was rather close. Before setting the picture down though, something caught Sylar's eye. While he had noticed the man in the picture as he peered at it, he didn't pay him too much attention in favor of the younger boy. He knew that if he got to him, Ashley would be putting in his well practiced hands. But when he looked at the man, really looked at him he noticed features that seemed to pop out at him. Familiarity in the way he half smiled and the squint of his eyes. This was Samson, this was his father. Not only did he have proof that she was lying, but now he could throw it right in her face. Which he planned on doing. Right. About. Now.

Quickly, Sylar spun on the balls of his feet and chucked the photograph, frame and all, at Ashley's head. there was no way that she would be able to dodge it, so Sylar just stood there with his arms dangling at his sides and his eyes following the picture frame. Just as he predicted, it slammed right into her face before she could raise her hands to stop it but he knew it didn't do anything but annoy her. As the frame broke apart and the glass shattered, Sylar slapped on a expression showing his mock concern and quickly ran over to her. "Oh dear. It must've just slipped. You aren't bleeding are you?" He asked, making it half of th way there before he stopped and shook his head, slapping his hand down onto his leg. "Oh gosh." He began, his tone amused and his lips pulled back into what would be a goofy grin on anyone but him. "I keep forgetting.. your skin is made of steel. Silly me." He mused, locking eyes with her for just a split moment before tilting his head back and letting out a loud laugh. Maybe his little display would lighten the mood. He doubted it. More than likely it would come off as some sort of psycho - babble to her. Really, he just wanted to hit her in the face with some hard evidence.. and laugh about it.

Making sure he was moving at a slow, calm pace Sylar raised his right hand up and pointed towards the mess on the floor with his index and middle finger. With a quick flick of his wrist, the picture under the now unrepairable frame flew up and stopped right before the woman's wide eyes. "You see Ashley, I know you're hiding him." He said calmly, the anger still dwelling within him, the hunger still nearly excruciating but he still remained calm outwardly. "If you knew what he had done, you wouldn't be so keen on helping the old man out." He finished matter - of - factly before making a "come here" gesture with his hand and catching the picture as it flew towards him. Again he raked his deep brown eyes over the picture, wondering which was the best way to go about this. Did the girl before him love her mother more or her brother? Was she willing to sacrifice either of them to save Samson? More than likely, she'd give him the location of his father if he threatened one of them. Because really, if she didn't believe he'd follow through she obviously hadn't been sitting in this room with him for the past ten minutes. He might not be torturing her at the moment, but it wasn't because he didn't want to.

Deciding on the younger brother was Sylar's best bet. He could pray on the fact that as his older sister, she'd try to protect him. Maybe the mother was already dead? Wouldn't she be around if she wasn't? Or maybe she was with Samson. Sylar would just have to take care of her as well when he found him. "Such a cute family." He muttered, smirking that lopsided smirk of his as he ran a finger across the glossy picture in his hand. "Sure would be a shame if little brother got paid a little visit. Especially from someone who, I don't know... has a little grudge against big sister?" He said, his eyes not leaving the picture before him until he was done. He could practically feel the fear and nervousness flowing off of her in waves. It fueled him, just like her screaming would if Sylar was able to go through with his normal charade. Still, seeing the fearful look in her eyes, even as she struggled not to show it, was enough to make Sylar chuckle under his breath. "I'm pretty sure little brother won't be as lucky as you. I mean, two people with impenetrable skin in one household? Well the odds are astronomical." He stated, almost as if he were bored with this conversation. Really, he was quite intrigued. He wanted to see her squirm, see her yell at him for threatening her family and then.. then he wanted to see her break. Oh how he loved it when they broke.



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JACOB MICHAEL KILGORE
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Do you even have to ask? Working in the arcade of a the Mayfield Festival is like, a dream job. Sitting around all day, giving kids tokens and exchanging their tickets for prizes? Yeah, it's basically heaven. Not to mention free Space Invaders!

jacob michael kilgore

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✖SPACE S P AC EPERSONAL INFORMATION:

NAME: Jacob Micheal Kilgore, but I go by Jake most of the time.
BIRTHDATE: March fifteenth, Nineteen eight - nine.
ADDRESS: 745 Northview Drive
Mayfield, CA 95647
PHONE NUMBER:Home - (323) 659 - 8503
Cell - (323) 891 - 7430
FELONY CONVICTIONS: I've never been arrested but I came close once. You see, I'm a pretty simple guy. You give me a gaming system, some granola bars and a few interesting video games and I'll be entertained for days. The only problem with this is that I tend to get over excited when new games come out. So when the newest installment of my favorite game was scheduled to come out, I ended up buying it early from someone who stole it off of one of those shipping trucks. And the guy ended up being an undercover cop. I got away with a warning, thankfully... but I still had to wait for the release date.



✖SPACE S P AC EEDUCATION:

SCHOOLS ATTENDED: Mayfield High School - fall of 2004 - spring of 2008.
University of Southern California - fall of 2008 - present.
GRADUATION DATE: Spring of 2008.
SKILLS AND QUALIFICATIONS: I know my way around computers and I played trumpet in the band while I was in high school. I guess you can say I have a little rhythm, since I was first chair and all. My biggest obsession has to be video games though. I'm a self proclaimed Guitar Hero god and I've beat just about every game I own.



✖SPACE S P AC EEMPLOYMENT:

POSITION(S) APPLIED FOR: Arcade assistant, possibly a management position if available.
HOURS AVAILABLE: It's summer, so I'm free whenever I'm needed. I prefer to have friday and saturday nights off, so that I can spend time with my friends but other than that I'm free.
PREVIOUS EMPLOYMENT: I use to work as a sales clerk at one of the locally owned clothing stores in town, but with the economy the way it is I ended up losing my job and the store closed a few weeks afterwards. After that I got a job at the daycare in town, answering phones and dealing with some of the kids during everyone's lunch hour. What can I say, I'm a sucker for little ones.



✖SPACE S P AC EREFERENCES:

HAILEY CASSIDY RAY: I believe that if Hailey becomes the new First Aid lady, it will only cause a disaster. She'd clumsy and most of the time, she's the one needing medical attention. How can someone who can barely take care of themselves ever be able to take care of others. Don't get me wrong, she's a sweet girl. I just don't believe the medical field is the right choice for her, even if it is only First Aid.
SYLVIANNE MAYA HENDERSEN: From what I've noticed, Sylvie is nearly perfect for the snow cone cart. I can't remember a time when I didn't see her helping her grandmother out with it, or at least wandering around the fair. If anyone deserves a job here, she does. She practically grew up here, so serving multi - colored snow cones to little kids seems only natural.
GAVIN MADDOX BANES: I've known Gavin since I was in high school. I'd recommend him more for the lifeguard position than anything else. He's the type of guy you can count on, the one you know will always be there. The type of guy who is ideal to help people when they're drowning.

03/03/09

GOSSIP;
I heard Jacob has a kid of his own and that's why he likes them so much.

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"Oh, you fat lard! Maybe if you stopped eating so much you'd be able to get away from those damn ghosts!" A tall blond screamed whilst in the middle of a rather enthralling game of Mrs. Packman. He was suppose to be working and really, he was... it just didn't look that way. Nowhere in his job description did it say that he had to stay behind the main desk and sit there until someone came up to him. Nowhere did it say that he couldn't spend his time at one of the many games that was located right beside said desk. So of course, that's where he spent most of his days. Killing aliens, beating up ninja's and obliterating every high score on every machine he touched. With the exception of Mrs. Packman; he had never been able to really get the hang of that one. With a sigh, Jacob admitted defeat as big letters that read out "game over" slide across the screen. It didn't much matter to him that he could barely make it past the second level in this stupid game, but what bothered him was seeing kids half his age doing it with such ease. Shaking his head, Jacob decided to save his wounded ego from any further embarrassment and looked over at the counter to see a short brunette girl that looked about his age with a small boy that couldn't be any older than eight. Apparently they were waiting on him, so Jake quickly jogged over to his station and plastered on his best, and most friendly smile. "And what can I do for you this fine morning?" He asked, his tone the right mix of enthusiasm and politeness. Oh he was so good at his job.

Leaning over the counter with his elbows propped up on it and his hands clenched in front of him, he peered at the duo through light eyelashes and waited to hear what they needed. The moment the little boy spoke up, claiming that yet another machine was eating people's tokens the smile on Jake's face faded. There was nothing worse than going to an arcade, finding your favorite game and having it gobble up your tokens like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't good for business and it sure as hell wasn't good for Jake, who would end up having to fix the machine once the pair before him was gone. Pursing his lips, Jake stood up straight and grabbed a metal box from below the counter. "Okay, don't tell anyone I'm doing this. I'm suppose to just tell you there isn't anything I can do about it, but I'm going to reimburse you instead." Jake said, noticing the smile that came across both of their lips at his confession. Quickly, he darted his eyes back and forth as if to check if anyone was around and opened the box. He pulled out a few tokens and handed them to the boy, who gave him a soft thank you and darted off back into the arcade.

Once his box was back in a safe place and no one else needed his help, Jake grabbed a few keys off of a hook located on the wall and headed off towards the gobbling machine. Once he reached it, he noticed that it was just one of those grabbing games, with a huge claw and all sorts of prizes that probably cost twenty - five cents anyway. As he crouched down, Jake heard his knees pop and discarded the sound as he opened the machine. Just as he had expected, the track that led from the coin dispenser down to where the coins were kept was blocked and with a few jerks he was able to fix it, good as new. With a triumphant smile, Jake closed the machine and headed back to his counter. He was barely even aware that it was time for a break until he saw his replacement reading a magazine in his chair. As he got closer, Jake began to scowl at the realization of who it was. Greg was the type of guy that you never expected to see in an arcade, let alone working at one. He was by far the most technologically ignorant people that Jake had ever met, not too mention he wasn't that bright when it came to others things either. But the arcade needed someone while he took his lunch break, so Jake just gave the guy a nod as he grabbed his things and headed out of the front doors.

Once outside, Jake was greeted with the amazing smell of hot dogs and funnel cakes. Any type of nasty, greasy food was at his disposal at the moment and since he worked there.. it was all free. Unless someone decided to be a little stingy and actually use the employee discount instead of just giving it away. As he walked though, Jake didn't stop anywhere near the food stands. He wasn't that hungry and for once, he wanted some social interaction instead of a lunch by himself. That was easier said than done though, since most of the people who worked around him and were off for their lunch break at the moment had nothing in common with him. Where he enjoyed lengthy conversations about the newest advancements in nanotechnology, most of them would rather talk about how gorgeous they were or how they went shopping the other day and bought this really cute (and outrageously priced) handbag. These weren't his kind of people. His kind of people were out working at the local computer store or gaming shop, not at a fair. But that didn't stop Jake from craving a little bit of attention. It was hard dealing with kids all day and never talking to people your own age. Then again, he had more in common with those kids than he did these teenagers.

As he made his way around the park, Jake fidgeted nervously with his ensemble. He was wearing one of his many geeky shirts that held references that a lot of people didn't get. Today's wasn't too hard to understand, given the person who read it was cultured at all when it came to the internet. Still, it practically screamed "I don't belong here, I should crawl back to the arcade where things actually make sense". It was funny just how self conscious Jake got just by stepping out of his comfort zone. In the arcade he was the man. He held numerous high scores, the kids loved him and he had confidence. But out here, with people who didn't exactly enjoy arcade games and high scores didn't matter.. well he was a nobody. He was just that nerdy kid who barely talked to anyone. The one that always wore his glasses even though he had contacts and barely ever spoke to anyone unless spoken to first. It was high school all over again, only this time he was getting paid for it so it really worked out in his advantage.

Finally Jake decided that walking around aimlessly was about as fun as getting a tooth pulled and decided to get something to eat. He made his way to one of the many food stands, this one just so happened to be located right by the beach and waited for his turn. When he was finally at the front of the line, he ordered a hot dog, some chips and a coke. After flashing the worked his worker's id, he received the food free of charge and turned around to find a place to sit. there were plenty of benches, but Jake had never been good at eating from his lap so he quickly found a picnic table that was void of any life and set his meal down on it. It was a nice day and many were out on the beach, playing in the water or just soaking in the sun. It was nice and relaxing, at least it had been until Jake heard a booming voice that couldn't have been anyone else. Slowly, Jake looked around until his eyes fell on a surf shop and he found himself scowling. Mike Reagan. For some reason, that jock really hated him. It was probably because Jake had more brains cells in his pinky than Mike had in his entire body. (You see, pinky's don't have brain cells.. and that's the point.) Jake was always so nice to the bulky man but he still manage to throw an insult or two his way whenever they were around each other. It wasn't that Jake wasn't use to it, he just didn't know why the guy hated him so much. It was a mystery but one that Jake really didn't feel like solving. So he turned back to his food and took a bite of his hot dog, hoping that maybe... just maybe Mike wouldn't see him and decide that Jake hunting season had started.



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Ugh. Mondays.

Never in a million years would Jackson ever be the type of person who actually enjoyed Mondays, let alone going to school after spending the weekend with nameless girls and bottomless handles of whatever he could get his hands on. Hangovers were something that Jackson had grown accustomed to but there was no getting use to the loud environment that was high school while his head throbbed painfully and he felt like the contents in his stomach would be upchucked at any given moment. Of course, it was his own damn fault. He was the one who spent the night drinking and doing other unmentionables; per usual. His reputation wasn't one someone had just thought up. He was a party animal by every stretch of the phrase. He spent his weekends with a handle in one hand and a babe under the other. It was his life and he wouldn't change it for the world. Of course, being in high school did make his lifestyle a little hard to manage at times.

Today was like any other Monday. Jackson was slowly coming down from his mid - morning high and the substances that still coursed through his veins weren't helping with his splitting headache at all. But the dark aviators that sat in front of his deep blue eyes were. As he made his way down the hallway and towards the cafeteria, Jackson was surprised when none of the teachers who passed him said a word about his appearance. Usually he didn't get five feet without someone snatching his cheap sunglasses off of his face, but it seemed that today the teachers just didn't seem to care. Jackson smirked at the thought and hooked his thumb under the strap of his black book bag, which hung off of one of his shoulders. His pace was slow, which caused quite a few people walking behind him to curse and dart around him. But Jackson wasn't in a rush. He didn't feel the need to run towards the cafeteria in hopes of getting a good seat. If there were no seats left, he'd just make sure to kick someone smaller than him out of their seat. He was a tall guy, standing at a towering six foot four, so he was pretty intimidating when he wanted to be. Of course, that rarely ever happened. He wasn't the type to really egg anyone on without a reason. If he had a reason though...

Finally Jackson made it into the cafeteria, with plenty of time to spare. The moment he stepped through the large doorway leading into the spacious eating hall, he was instantly overwhelmed by the odor of burnt chili. Talk about disgusting. If Jackson wasn't nauseated before, he deification was after that putrid smell filled with nostrils. Grimacing, Jackson glanced around the cafeteria and spotted quite a few people he knew. There was that geek from his science class who seemed to be talking to her food, a table full of girls he was sure he had partied with at least a couple times.. then of course there was the popular table. Jackson's disgusted look only got more pronounced as he watched Jade and her lacky's talk about god knows what. Probably clothes or how fat they thought they were. Really, Jckson wasn't too found of that group at all but he wasn't exactly an enemy. He had to admit, Jade was pretty useful when it came down to it. She was a spoiled rich b***h, and rich girls always threw the wildest parties. So Jackson played nice when he could, kept himself on their good side... but that didn't mean he liked them. Nor did it mean that he wanted to spend his lunch hour listening to her go on about how she couldn't decide if she wanted to carry her new Dolce purse or the smaller Louis Vuitton.

Finally, after a few moments of standing idly at the front of the cafeteria Jackson spotted someone who was worthy of his company. Frank Cole was the type of guy Jackson would never even think about messing with. He was huge not to mention that temper of his was a little too much to bear sometimes. But he was a cool guy, once you got past the insults and random punches to the shoulder. Quickly, Jackson lifted his dark sunglasses off of his eyes so that he could see better and instantly regretted it. The moment the bright atmosphere of the room filled his eyes, his head began to throb more fiercely and he quickly squinted his eyes so that they could adjust to the new light. As soon as he could see without feeling like he was about to fall over, Jackson darted in and out of the tables and made his way towards Frank. As he passed a few of the tables, mainly the popular one and the one that geek was sitting at, he couldn't help but smile a bit at the people seated at them. Of course, the meanings behind the two smiles were quite different. One was for appearances sake only, just to make Jade think he still gave a damn about her so that he'd get the invite to her next party and the other was because his blue eyes locked onto a short brunette that had taken a seat beside the dementia patient. He was pretty sure her name was something unusual, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The only thing he knew was that she was hot and he wouldn't mind getting her a little drunk and having his way... of course, they were at school and that sort of thing just wasn't allowed. So he pushed the thoughts from his mind and continued on to his destination.

"Hey ********. Mind if I pop a squat?" He asked, plopping down in the seat before he could even get an answer. He wasn't too worried about Frank getting all hot and bothered about his less than pleasing greeting. He knew the guy well enough to know how to get himself out of a possible beat down if need be. With a grin, Jackson pulled his back pack into his lap and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the chair across from him. "So, how was your weekend? I heard you pumbled some guy at the dance on friday.." He commented, knowing that talking about one of Frank's fights would be a great way to get the guy talking while Jackson just listened. He wasn't in the mood for a huge conversation at the moment. He just wanted to eat some of the chips he had stored in his bag, run out to his car before the end of the lunch period and make sure he was as high as a kite for the rest of the day. It really made school go faster when he was. Not to mention it numbed the throbbing in his head. As Jackson waited, he pulled out a bag of greasy potato chips and proceeded to stuff his face. When it came to diets, Jackson had the worst one on the planet. He never ate healthy, unless the food was disguised with something complete un - healthy. Hell, he'd probably be eating that disgusting slop that the lunch ladies were calling chili if he wasn't so disgusted by it at the moment.

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so hopefully you don't mind him being buddies with frank, luckiie

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Even though he was seriously lacking in the sleep area, the last thing Owen Malone wanted to do on his vacation was spend it unconscious in his bed. Sure, a few hours were nice and they helped get his energy back up to where it needed to be but he was never one to really feel the need to sleep for days. But of course, given the slight jet lag as well as the fact that he had been traveling the entire day before.. Owen was due an extra hour or so of sleep. Usually he was up at the crack of dawn, getting a shower and beating his friends to breakfast and the like. Not today though; not this morning. This morning he was still burrowed under the fluffy comforters of his bed when he heard his roommate rustling around and getting up. As much as Owen wanted to wake up, he just couldn't bring himself to do more than open his eyes and glance over at his dark haired roommate. He had to admit, for a guy from Oregon Benjamin was pretty attractive. Especially when he didn't have any clothes on. With a lazy smile, Owen drifted back off to sleep and didn't stir again until he heard his roommate's husky voice tell him to get up. What time was it anyway?

Slowly, Owen opened his eyes and squinted as the small amount of light coming from his window connected with his eyes. It wasn't dreadfully bright but it still wasn't terribly pleasant. It took him a few moments to get his eyes adjusted and after quite a few blinks and a few palm rubs over his eyes his vision was almost perfect. Immediately, Owen looked over at the clock beside his bed and his eyes widened considerably. It was almost eight o clock in the morning! Owen was use to getting up at six, having a lengthy shower and spending at least half an hour trying to make his hair look like he had just rolled out of bed. Pointless? Maybe but it was his routine and with it being so late, his routine was ruined. What happened to his wake up call? He distinctly remembered calling the front desk and asking for one that morning. He'd definitely have a few choice words to share with whomever was working the desk this morning, ones that probably wouldn't be very pleasant. Of course, that would have to be after he woke himself up and had the worlds quickest shower.

It wasn't long before Owen was out of bed and inside the shower of his spacious hotel room, letting the warm water trickling down his body wake him up completely. It was by far the shortest shower he had ever taken, save that time he was late for a date and barely had time to brush his teeth. Barely five minutes after he had jumped out of bed, Owen was clean and drying his hair. With it being so short it didn't take any time at all but it did look like a horrible mess on top of his head. He couldn't bring himself to honestly care though. He knew he wasn't exactly the ugliest thing out there and one bad day wouldn't ruin his life. Not to mention he really wanted some food in his system pronto. So he brushed his teeth and wrapped a towel around his waste before making his way back to his room. Thankfully Benjamin was already gone because as much as Owen liked ogling the boy, he didn't really like it when people saw him naked. It was the one thing that would always make Owen blush. So it was a good thing his room was entirely empty.




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Once Daria was done sending her slightly threatening message to Lee, she was on her way up towards the lobby of the theater again. That was until she felt someone's eyes on her and heard the unmistakable voice of her ex boyfriend. Really, she could pick that voice out of a crowd. It was so low and deep and for some reason, the tone he used sent small goose bumps up and down her arms. It wasn't like he was being extra - charming or anything, it was the same tone he'd be using if he was chatting with one of his buddies so the reaction threw Daria a little. She hadn't reacted like that since they dated and ever then it was only in the beginning. But as she turned towards the man speaking to her, she pushed the thoughts from her mind and slapped on a smile that should've been forced but surprisingly wasn't. "Uhm, hi." She responded, her voice low and tone quizzical, making her greeting sound like a question. It wasn't every day that Ashton Clarke asked her how things were going, so it was only natural that she was a little put off. That didn't seem to deter Ash in the least though and soon enough, Daria was being informed that Mister Clarke was over this little thing they once had. For some reason, Daria was a little disappointed when the words feel from Ashton's mouth. it wasn't like she still liked him or wanted him again but the words affected her none the less. She didn't show it though. Her features morphed into a confused expression and she regarded him with scrutinizing eyes. It was obvious he wasn't entirely over this thing. Why else would he bring it up?

"Ashton, you know as well as I do that I'm not about to let our past get in the way of this production. We've had our differences but that all disappears the moment I step on that stage." She explained, glancing down at her phone to see if Lee had texted her back yet and frowning. She wanted an excuse to get out of this situation, to get away from Ashton and his weird vibes. Something was up, she could tell by the way he was acting. He was being nice for once, asking her how things were going and trying to reconcile. That just wasn't the Ashton she knew so either he changed rather quickly or there was a deeper meaning to this whole thing. Either way, she just wanted Lee to hurry up and save her. That way she could eat her lunch in peace and rant to her best friend about how rude Mallory was being during the brainstorming session. "You don't have to worry about me." She tacked on, flashing Ashton a soft smile before turning around and looking back into the seats of the theater. From what she could tell, Lee was still chatting it up with some of his group so that meant she wouldn't be saved any time soon from Ashton. She'd just have to deal with this herself. With a sigh, she moved to turn back around and face the boy before her body tensed and she stopped on the spot.

What was going on? Not only was Ashton acting completely strange but now.... now he was asking her if she wanted to sit together at lunch and catch up. With wide eyes, Daria turned back to face the much taller actor. Her jaw was dropped slightly and she was searching his face for any indication that he might be pulling her leg. It was a pointless effort, given the fact that he was such a great actor but she still couldn't stop herself. "I'm sorry Ashton. You've caught me a little off guard." She admit, running a hand through the loose curls that hung in her hair. She kept her eyes everywhere but on him while she tried to figure out exactly what she wanted to say. Looking at him would only make this even more difficult. "It's just... I mean, we've been at each others throat's for nearly two years now. It's a little hard to believe that all of a sudden, you just want to change that." She admitted, her chocolate eyes peering up into his own as she spoke. She knew that she must look lost because that was exactly how she felt. This just wasn't like Ashton. He didn't do this. They didn't do this. They hated each other, or at least she thought they did. They were constantly bickering and the only time they were ever civil was when they were on stage, acting out a part in which their characters interacted... civilly. Other than that, they either avoided each other or argued. They'd didn't chat, they didn't catch up. It just wasn't something they did but apparently, Ashton wanted to change that. So Daria would bite. Just this once.

Shaking her head, Daria tried to get her bearings about her before she locked eyes with Ashton again. "Well, I've gotta wait on Lee but if you wanna wait with me.. we can go once he comes out?" She offered, mentally kicking herself for letting this strange series of events affect her so heavily. She wanted to be indifferent, wanted to show him that she really didn't care but that just wasn't how Daria was. She showed her emotions and there was no getting around that. Unless of course, those emotions happened to be something she really wanted to suppress. She was a master at hiding things but most of the time it was just too much of an effort to be acting all of the time. It was one thing to do it on stage and a completely different one to do it off of said stage. Still, Daria didn't spend too much time wallowing over the fact that Ashton had yet again gotten under her skin because before she knew it she heard her best friend's voice behind her and a toothy grin came across her face. It had only been an hour or so since she last saw him but his presence was definitely welcome at the moment. The air between her and Ashton was getting a little awkward so having Lee spark up the conversation would be a nice change.

Quickly, Daria turned on her heels to face Lee and was engulfed in a completely platonic hug. At least, it had seemed platonic until it lasted just a few seconds too long, like most of Lee's hugs lately. It was like each one kept growing and with the added time, each grew more tight and a little less friendly. They were more like intimate hugs now, just without the kiss at the end of the sweet nothings being whispered. It was weird but Daria wasn't the type to bring up such a weird conversation. She blamed it all on the fact that they both were going off to college soon and Lee was just getting his hugs in before they left. "Mmm, curry sounds yummy." She said with a smile once Lee pulled away. As she turned back to Ash, she let her eyes fly between the two men and she couldn't help but wonder what was going through their heads. She knew Lee wasn't Ashton's biggest fan for obvious reasons and while she had been dating Ashton, he had been convinced that Lee was trying to steal her from him. Which was completely ridiculous. But the boys seemed to behave themselves and neither of them said anything rude so she just smiled and began walking out of the theater. "Oh, Ashton's going to have lunch with us today. I hope that's alright." She said, turning towards Lee just enough so that Ashton couldn't see her face. She quickly widened her eyes to let him know she was as surprised by this as she knew he was and continued on her way. No doubt about it, this lunch was going to be more than awkward.



"Speech here."
Thoughts here.
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[longbeard stinkypants]

it's the middle of the night
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fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfill to be exact
in the city that never sleeps; my home
rain beats ↓ down ↓ on the roof of my top floor apartment
the pitterpatter is soothing
and almost drowns out the sounds of the busy street outside


and just like
xxx every xxx other xxx friday xxx night
i'm spending it with my best friend jim beam
and his faithful sidekick, the marlboro man
i'd rather be out drinking, but all of those hours at the restaurant are killing me
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller work's a b***h.


it's like now - a - days i have no time


no time for old friends
( aside from the ones i buy at the liquor store across the street )
no time for going out
( unless it's the liquor store across the street )
no time for making new friends
( unless it's with that old guy who works at the liquor store across the street )
no time for anything

fillerexcept liquor from that store across the street


but it isn't like i have a " problem "
i'm just a girl who knows what she likes
and that just so happens to be . . .
a bit of booze and a pack of cigs on a cold, rainy night


per usual, i fall asleep in the middle of my fifth fifteenth umpteenth cigarette
but not until after i
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over my last bottle of whiskey
spilling it all over my stained carpet

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller ❝ i'll get it in the morning ❞


so i slowly drift away
into a world where my thoughts aren't focused on
fillerfillerfillerfiller booze, rent and life
instead it's happy things
like being somewhere else
ANYWHERE else


and before i know it; i'm awake again
sweaty and awake

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller ❝ [********] ! ❞

it's hot, swelteringly so
and i can't help but think that i left the heater on
but then i hear it, that unmistakable whoosh - crackle sound
and then the sirens ring in my ears and i know
without even opening my eyes, i know


the room reeks of smoke and it's hard to breathe
i feel like my skin is burning off, probably because it is
i don't open my eyes, i'm too scared
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfor a girl who really hates her life
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerit's surprising how much i'm clinging to it now


but i finally get up the courage
i open my dry eyes and see that my water stained ceiling is bathed in an orange glow
i sit up quickly but there's no escape

just fire, everywhere



i scream but in the back of my mind i know it's too late
and now it's just a waiting game
either i get rescued or i... don't
i don't have to wait very long
because suddenly there's a loudfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller crack !
and all i feel is white hot pain before it all fades into nothing


it isn't like i expected to be
instead of a huge white light or a parade of already fading memories
there's just a blissful silence that creeps into my body
or is it my soul? i'm really not sure


i'm just calm and i know it's over
this thing i once called my life
i'm not sad though, not at all
i don't think about my mother or the people i didn't get to say goodbye to
i'm just there, or at least my mind is


i'm still not sure where my body went

myra nicole forbes xxx may 15, 1986 - november 3, 2008

[longbeard stinkypants]

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if i were { iron man }
i'd have this g i r l f r i e n d
who knew my r e a lxx i d e n t i t y
she'dxx bexx axx wreck

she'd always be worried
ixx w a sxx g o n n axx d i e
but she'd be so PROUD
of the m a n i'd become
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This had always been the hard part for Pepper. It wasn't difficult getting angry with Tony, far from it really. There were so many foolish things she could let get to her if she wanted, so many things that she could use as a basis for her anger. The hard part was staying mad at Tony, especially in situations like this. Tony had never been the type of man to show weakness very easily. He didn't like looking like anything other than the strong, confident man that he usually was. But seeing him like this, bandaged and blue all over... well it didn't make him look very strong at all. It made him look weak and vulnerable and all of a sudden, Pepper's maternal instincts kicked into gear. Here Tony was bleeding and in pain and all she could do was yell at him because of how scared she was? She was mad sure, livid even but it wasn't the right time or place to express those emotions. Not to mention she was on the clock and while she rarely ever spoke to Tony in an overly casual way, she still needed to watch how she regarded him. So Pepper did her best to repress the feelings of anger that coursed through her but it was easier said than done. She was mad that Tony expected her to do this, that he knew without a doubt that she'd come to his aide any time he needed it. She hated that she had to do so, that there was even a need for such services. As much as she loved this transformation that Tony had made, she wasn't a big fan of the suit. She adored the fact that he had grown into a substantial man who worried more about other people than himself most of the time, but she also hated it. It was like he had no regard for his personal safety at all. Like he had no idea how much he really meant to people. While Pepper was a huge part of Tony's life, he was a much bigger part of hers. Without him... well, without him it would be last year all over again.

Those three months when Tony was in Afghanistan had been a living hell for Pepper. The moment she got the call from Rhodey telling her he was missing, she had realized how much she cared for the man even then. Although he was a promiscuous booze hound who definitely took her for granted at the time, he was still one of the few people she had grown to care about in the years after joining Stark Enterprises. She went through the normal stages of grieving during those long months. At first she didn't want to admit that he might be gone. She always expected him to be blaring music in his garage when she went down to check every day. But he never was and soon enough, she could barely even bring herself to visit the house. By the time the end of the second month rolled around, she barely left her apartment and burst into tears every time she heard mention of his name. Happy tried to help, but it wasn't much of a comfort since he was grieving as well. But Pepper never gave up hope, even when there was nothing to hope for. She knew Tony and she was certain that no matter what situations he was being put into over seas, he would make it out alive. He was resourceful and he knew how to get himself out of almost anything. So while many people let him fade into the back of their mind and went on about their lives, Pepper pestered Rhodey and did everything she could to make sure her boss, her friend came back alive.

When they found him, dehydrated and a complete mess out in the middle of the desert, Pepper had cried for a completely different reason. Waiting for him to get back felt nearly as long as those three months had but the moment that hanger door opened, her heart had jumped almost entirely out of her chest. He looked tired, a she knew he would but all around he wasn't in as bad of a shape as she had expected. A few days rest and his body would be back to normal. She really couldn't say anything about his mind. Pepper knew that this would always haunt him. That whatever happened over there would affect him, but she never expected it to be in such an enlightening way. The suit, the personality change, this entirely new Tony Stark... they were all products of his experiences over there which Pepper could never get him to talk about. She had heard a few things from Rhodey, which of course made her slightly jealous that Tony didn't confide in her but she knew why he did it. He felt he was protecting her, that she really didn't want to know what had happened over there. Pepper didn't feel she needed protecting, she just wanted to understand but she had long since gotten over the fact that Tony never discussed that part of his life with her. there were so many other things that she and Tony had discussed, things that she doubted anyone else in the world knew but them. So she gave him this, that one little piece of him that remained a mystery. Everyone deserved a little mystery in their life.

Pepper was pulled from her thoughts when she heard quite a bit of groaning beside her and looked over to see Tony attempting to stand up. By the time it registered in her mind what he was doing, he was already upright and peering down at her. It took an unique man to make Pepper Potts shiver just by looking down at her with those deep brown eyes, especially when he looked so terrible. But Pepper kept her cool, after a slight shiver that she could easily blame on the cool temperature of the garage she peered up at Tony with equally intense eyes and waited for what he was going to say. When he spoke, she felt a knot grow in her stomach and her eyes fall from his own. She couldn't lie to him, especially not after how close she had come to losing him only moments before. That didn't mean she had to tell him the whole truth though. With a half smile, Pepper shook her head and took a step towards Tony. "Happy stopped by last night and we lost track of time. I forgot to turn my alarm on and got a late start. Nothing too scandalous." She said with a shrug, her smile growing into a smirk as she waited for his reaction. The only thing that she noticed was the slight grimace that played on his lips which could've been from the pain of standing and his eyes narrowing considerably. It was no secret that Tony didn't like his friends hanging out without him, especially when that included Pepper. She had heard Rhodey getting scolded many a time for inviting Pepper out for drinks and not even bothering to tell Tony about it. So it wasn't surprising that Tony was a little upset, even though he was quite good at acting as if it didn't matter. Tony didn't have a lot of friends that he could really count on and having them out on their own without him made him feel like he was losing them. At least, that's what Pepper figured it was.

"I think the real question is why were you laying on the floor of your shop when I came in?" She said, turning the conversation to him once more. Pepper was just as skilled at turning a conversation around as Tony was, maybe even more at the moment since she was sure Tony wasn't getting a lot of blood flow to that big head of his. With a sigh, Pepper placed a perfectly manicured hand up to Tony's chest and pushed back a little until the man seated himself on the edge of the chair he had been laying in previously. As much as she liked the fact that he was able to at least stand up, that didn't mean she wanted him to. He needed some rest and she'd make him get some, no matter how much he whined. "What was it this time?" She asked in an almost uninterested tone. It wasn't that this type of conversation bored her, she was just trying to mask the worry that she felt in the pit of her stomach. She didn't like Tony risking his neck all of the time and while she was sure he was quite aware of it, she didn't want to go around parading the fact that she cared a little too much about her boss. The media was already convinced that the two were sleeping together. "Another field test?" She asked as she moved around the chair and grabbed one of the wet cloths she had yet to use. Once it was in her hand, she reached up and swiped it over Tony's dirt ridden forehead and removed the dried blood that was caked below the small gash on his head. The rest of his body was patched up, but he still looked like hell from the shoulders up. She'd fix that while he fed her some baloney story about his mission, something that she was sure he thought would make her feel better.

As she wiped his face clean, spending a few extra moments around his eyes and on his cheeks, Pepper couldn't help but feel a little flustered. She never touched Tony like this, no matter how much she wanted to. He touched her of course but her hands stayed where they were suppose to. She never brushed his hair out of his eyes or ran her fingers over the stubble on his cheeks. Her hands stayed where it was professionally acceptable. She'd touch his arm to get his attention and sometimes grab his shoulder when she wanted him to turn around, but it was never more than that. Unless of course, he was back from one of his missions and she needed to help him get cleaned up. Tony on the other hand was always touching her, or so it seemed. When they were walking, his hand would rest in the small of her back or he'd tuck a stray hair behind her ear when they were going over paperwork. On very rare occasions though, Tony's rough fingers would run across her cheek and their eyes would meet for just a moment. Just long enough for him to get that dumb - founded look on his face that she loved seeing and for her cheeks to become as red as the hair on her head. Those moments killed her though. They proved just how much she had to lose if Tony was ever taken from her again. She had grown more attached to him since Afghanistan and she couldn't lose him now. He was her world, or at least a big part of it. Without him she'd have nothing to make her get up in the morning, no one to make her laugh and shake her head when they made a particularly crude reference. No one to clean up after when they announced in a press conference full of LA's finest journalists that he was in fact Iron Man. Her life would be so dull without Tony there to lighten it up.

When Pepper was done, she took a step back to admire her work and instantly noticed Tony's eyes elsewhere. There were no thanks spewing from his mouth or even a curt nod to let her know he was even the slightest bit appreciative. No, his attention was solely on something that was behind Pepper, something she probably should've caught before she turned around. The moment her body was facing the direction that Tony's eyes were locked on she mentally kicked herself for not figuring it out sooner. Of course Tony would be focused on his mini bar and of course he'd be wanting whatever alcohol he could get his hands on to help ease the pain he was dealing with but Pepper had other plans. "Stay here. I'll be right back." She said to Tony over her shoulder as she walked over to the large kitchen located only a few feet from his mini bar. There was no way in hell she was going to feed that beast inside Tony. No way that she'd be the one giving him alcohol when she knew what it did to him. So she passed by the mini bar, much too Tony's despair she was sure and continued on to the medicine cabinet where she was sure he still had a few pain killers left over. Being rich got you a lot of things, like pain killers without a formal doctors visit. Being Iron Man made things a little more difficult for Tony when it came to his real life. People weren't suppose to know exactly what he was doing so taking him to just any doctor was out of the question. They didn't need information leaked and they sure as hell didn't need any of Tony's enemies knowing when he was injured. It would only complicate things for both Tony and Iron Man.

Once she got the pain killers from the cabinet, she poured Tony a cup of water from the tap and walked back over to where he sat. She was tempted to take one of her own, just to get this icky feeling out of her but she knew how loopy she got when she took painkillers. Plus, her headache was almost entirely gone and once she had a nice cup of coffee she'd feel as good as new. Or as good as she could for someone who spent the night drinking far too much wine. "Take this." She said in a stern voice, peering down at him. While he was a tall man, the combination of the short chair he was sitting in as well as Pepper's high heels made her considerably taller than him at the moment.. which was something that rarely ever happened. "And don't let me catch you drinking anything alcoholic today. Your body needs to heal." And with that, Pepper set the things down on the table beside Tony's chair and took a few steps back. She wasn't really needed anymore. Tony was obviously able to get up and walk, so he'd make it to his private elevator and up to his bedroom with no problem. She had other things to take care of anyway, like that brand new hole in his ceiling. "Is that all Mister Stark?" She asked, cupping her hands behind her back and watching him with emotionless eyes. She couldn't see anything else she might be needed for but that was for Tony to decide. He was her boss after all. Her completely gorgeous, capricious super hero boss who she knew was going to spend his day drinking just like she told him not to. Really, taking care of Tony Stark was like having a child of her own. A child who was smarter than she could ever dream of being and had more money than she had ever seen in her life, but a child none the less.



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[longbeard stinkypants]

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"Calm down Sheldon! The comic book store will still be open when we're done eating." Wolowitz said with a glare directed towards the lanky brunet in the passengers seat of his mother's station wagon. They had barely even gotten in the car before Sheldon started going on and on about how the comic book store was much more important than whatever it was Howard was making them do. Usually Howard would agree but since he had stopped by the store on his way home from work earlier that day, he wasn't exactly itching for a trip back. Plus, he had a date with the new girl at work, Bonnie. She was tall, at least she was compared to Howard and somehow managed to find his cheesy pick up lines charming. He really wasn't sure how he landed the date with her but he was never the type to pass up such an offer. The only problem with the whole situation was the man sitting in the passengers seat of his car. Once Sheldon Cooper set his mind to something, it was nearly impossible to talk him out of it. So the moment the tall physicist asked him for a ride to the comic book store he knew his night was ruined. Thankfully Bonnie had a fool proof plan that included her best friend and a double date at the Italian place just down from Sheldon's apartment. Of course, Sheldon wasn't exactly aware of the fact that he was going on a date. Better to just let the man figure it out by himself.

Just a few minutes after they set out on their short drive, Howard was pulling into the parking lot of the Italian restaurant while Sheldon pondered out loud what exactly they were doing. Howard heard something along the lines of this restaurant not being on his top ten list but he had long ago learned to tune out Sheldon. Most of what he said was nonsense and it was easier to just nod and agree than to really think about it. "Oh, we're meeting a few friends here." Howard said as he turned off the car, which won him a response from Sheldon about Lenard and Raj. Of course Sheldon would instantly think of them. They didn't technically have any other friends but Howard didn't like to think like that. And telling Sheldon that they were going on a date would only make matters worse. If he knew god only knows what he'd do to the poor girl who had to spend the night on a date with Dr. Cooper. If he didn't know at least he'd act seemingly normal, or as normal as Sheldon Cooper could act. "No, we're meeting other friends." He voiced as he got out of the car and shoved his keys into the skinny jeans he wore. After flattening out his bright green shirt, Howard jerked his eyes over towards Sheldon and sighed in annoyance. "I know we don't have any other friends Sheldon! Just trust me. We're meeting some people from work."

It was obvious that this night was going to be a complete disaster. If only Lenard had been around to take Sheldon, if only Howard hadn't been stupid enough to stop by their apartment before his date. Maybe then he'd actually have a chance with this girl. Howard felt a smile come across his face at the mere thought of this date going well. He was a disaster when it came to women, at least that's what Penny kept telling him. At first he was convinced it was just jealousy but she kinda had a point. If Howard ever managed to get a first date, he always did something completely idiotic and screwed it up before he could even ask for a second date. He had planned for this one though, he knew exactly what he was going to say and exactly what he was going to do... until Sheldon came into the picture. Now his plan was ruined and he had no idea what he was going to do to save this date. Maybe Bonnie would think he was better by comparison, that at least she wasn't on a date with Sheldon. Maybe, just maybe she'd still find his lines appealing and his demeanor attractive. One could hope, even if that hope was one of a fool.



"I think I just dropped something. My jaw!"
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[longbeard stinkypants]

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller© myraFORBES
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfi[ burn baby, burn ]

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ any place is better
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ starting from zero got nothing to lose
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ maybe we'll make something
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller✖ but me myself I got nothing to prove

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fillerfillerfillerfillerfilleri'm stuck in
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfill strawberry fields... forever ?

well, it isn't exactly original
but it's better than being stuck in my apartment
screaming my lungs out for someone who'll xx never xx show xx up

it isn't really a shock when the conductor of this piece of s**t train tells me i'm dead
i kinda figured it out when one minute my flesh was burning off
and the next minute i'm on some dreary platform

it's like my own personal hell
i've never been a huge people person
unless im drunk
so being on a platform with a crowd full of recently deceased people
well, i'm not exactly jumping with excitement at the prospect

the train ride is looooooooooooooooong and dull
it seems like i'm the only one surrounded by people who aren't { embracing } this change
i've got a girl balling her eyes out in the seat next to me
and a guy who looks like he's a few seconds away from ↑ UP ↑ chucking in front of me

but i'm not sad or the least bit sick to my stomach
there isn't any fear, just a bit of confusion
and for the first time in such a looooooooooooooooong time
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller i'm content

finally, after what felt like a lifetime
the train is s t o p p i n g and everyone files off
the moment i reach the bottom of the
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i can't believe my eyes
i blink, adjusting to the scene before me
it'ss breathtakingly gorgeous
like nothing i've ever seen before
nothing i could see when i was alive

fillerfillerfillerfill jump
colors seem to jump out at me
and it feels nice to finally breathe
my lungs ache and i realize just how long i've been holding my breath
how long i've been putting off breathing clean air instead of
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfill smoke

i take a deep breath, even though i'm sure i don't need to
not here, not when i'm already dead
but my body feels the same
i can still feel everything
so does that mean i have to breathe here too ?

it's all so confusing, this limbo i've somehow fallen into
and then it hits me
like a ton of bricks it hits me

fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller ❝ i'm dreaming . . . ❞

while it all feels so real there isn't any other explanation
i must be in a coma or something
and this is how my brain is p r o c e s s i n g . . . it
i'm a victim of my own mind now
but at least i'm not in pain
at least i'm not burning

i take a few
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watching as the others form a small crowd where i stand
they all seem as confused as me but i can't help but notice
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfilleri don't know any of them
if this is a dream, wouldn't i know at least one ?


there are so many questions plaguing my mind

i can't think with this many people around
i can't function with them looking at me

with those sad faces and longing gazes
like maybe i'm the one who has the answers they seek


so i break from the crowd, find my own little spot to stand
there's grass at my feet and i notice for the first time that i'm dressed differently
when i went to bed, when i died
i wasn't wearing shoes
and now, there's a pair of dirty sandals on my feet
and i'm wearing a long skirt instead of my pajamas

gosh, it's so warm
i wouldn't dare call it hot
i know what hot is
but it's warm like it would be in the middle of july
and i can't help but smile as i squint up at the sun


this has to be a dreamfiller


so i find the nearest person
yet another soul who looks lost and completely alone
my brown eyes land on a guy just a feet feet from me
he's TALL and he seems to have the same dumbfounded look i'm sure i carry
so i tell my legs to move, and make my way over to where he stands
i peer up at him, curious eyes meeting curiouser eyes
and i smile in what i hope is a friendly way but i can't really be sure


fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller ❝ would you mind pinching me ? ❞

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fillerfillerfillerfillerfiller» amelia whitney malone
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller { the ill - tempered thespian }

Amie was in hell. A sweat inducing, deafening and quite crowded sub - level of hell but hell none the less. It wasn't so much the music that was killing Amie, because she had made a habit out of listening to every single song that Sixth Shiit came out with. She just didn't like the fact that she was actually at one of their shows. The last show she went to, she and Brennon ended up getting really drunk afterward and playing a huge prank on the rest of the occupants of the bus they had been staying on. Not to mention they had a nice night full of sex that Amie actually remembered. There was no way that tonight was going to turn out that way. There was no way that she would end up cuddled up in Brennon's arms on that godawful bunk of his. Hell, she doubted that she'd even get an "I missed you" from the guy but alas, she was still here. At their last concert, swaying along to the music as she had her umpteenth beer of the night. She really needed to thank their manager for finally booking them in venues that served alcohol because without it, Amie might've left already. Not that staying was a good thing by any means.

The concert wasn't half bad once Amie stopped worrying about Brennon seeing her, or any of the guys really. Of course, she had the bottle in her hand to thank for that. After a few drinks that just so happened to be paid for by a few different guys, Amie had almost forgotten that she was even at Brennon's bands concert. Until she glanced up at the stage and saw him lounging by his keyboard of course. He looked like s**t, complete and utter s**t. It wasn't surprising given the things she had read about him in magazines. He had been arrested twice, once on some drug charge and the other for something she couldn't quite remember. It sounded like Brennon except for the fact that the Brennon she knew would never have so many drugs on him that he'd get arrested. Maybe the occasional blunt or something, but she was pretty sure what he got caught with was much worse than that. It didn't look like meth and by the way he was moving his hands around and tapping along with the music a little too fast, she'd guess coke. It was, after all, the rock star drug. And Brennon was definitely a rock star now so it only made sense. Still, Amie couldn't help but think that if she stayed with him, if she agreed to tour with him that maybe she could've stopped him from becoming what he was now. A strung out rock star who spent a great portion of his year behind bars.

After the band left the stage and the crowd was done yelling for an encore, Amie found herself with her arm wrapped around her best friend's arm as she walked towards the doors leading backstage. She was so thankful that Chazz agreed to come with her. Not only did she know who these guys were but she was Amie's rock whenever things got really bad. For awhile after they moved to Hollywood, she and Chazz didn't talk much. They were both so busy trying to figure their lives out that they barely had time for themselves let alone friends. But after Amie's big flop and Chazz's money problem, they moved in together and the rest was history. They were the perfect roommates. While Chass was a little messy, Amie didn't mind cleaning up. They liked the same shows and even enjoyed the same food, so it made life easier. Still, they both seemed rather caught up on guys neither of them could have anymore. Chazz brought guys home a few times but Amie almost never did. She just couldn't find anyone that intrigued her like Brennon did. Most of the guys she met were either huge egotists with nothing to back it up or they just weren't confident enough to deal with her. Amie just couldn't deal with wussy men which was probably what attracted her to Brennon in the first place.

Even with the alcohol coursing through her body, making her feel like she wouldn't be able to stand up without Chazz's help, she felt completely nervous. Nervous about going backstage, about talking to him. She hadn't felt this horrible in quite awhile and it scared her that even after a year of being without him, Brennon could still affect her like this.She was suppose to be this strong woman who was in control of her emotions. It was her job for christ's sake but she couldn't help but feel like she was making either the best or worst decision she had made in awhile This could either go completely well or horribly. With a groan, Amie squeezed the arm in her grasp and laid her head on her best friends shoulder. "Chazz, we really don't have to do this." Amie said, her voice calm but her eyes portraying the pleading her voice couldn't. She didn't want to do this. It was a horrible idea and they needed to leave before it got worse. "They probably don't even remember us." She said, much quieter than before because she knew Chazz was just going to end up telling her to suck it up and deal. That was why she loved her. Even though she knew Chazz was feeling the same things she felt, she knew the girl would go through with it anyway. And unfortunately, she'd drag Amie along for the ride.

Amie watched as the fans around them slowly began to realize that there wasn't going to be an encore just because they wanted one. Truthfully, Amie thought that since Hollywood was the last stop on the guys tour that they should play a little extra. They didn't need to save their energy for any other shows so they might as well give the people what they paid for. But obviously the band didn't think the same way she did and she soon realized that if she didn't get her butt backstage, she'd end up leaving with the crowd. Mustering up all the courage she had in her body, Amie's left hand latched onto Chazz's tightly and she turned to the rest of the girls. "Well, I'm going. I guess I'll see you guys in there." She said in a firm voice, while her insides churned from all the apprehension she was feeling (and maybe a bit too much beer). She turned her attention to Chazz and shot her an uneasy look before she began to make her way through the dense crowd of people that were still awaiting the bands return. Amie tried her best to clear her mind as she squeezed through the crowd that was gathered by the doors leading to the stage. She knew Chazz had to be losing circulation in her hand from how firmly Amie was grasping it, but at the moment that was the only thing that was calming her down. If Chazz hadn't been there with her, Amie would've ran out the door the moment Brennon stepped out onto the stage. As she neared the doors, it got more and more difficult to make her way through the crowd. It seemed everyone wanted back stage and thought that they'd get lucky and be able to sneak past the rather hefty security guards standing in front of the doors. Finally, Amie reached the guards and let her hand fall from Chazz's momentarily so that she could find her pass. Quickly she pulled the pass from inside her long sleeve shirt where she had hid it during the concert. She could feel eyes on her and she knew there were numerous people wishing they were her at that exact moment. Truthfully she'd trade with any of them just so that she didn't have to deal with seeing Brennon again. But she had promised herself she'd do this and she knew she'd regret it after wards if she didn't, so once she was approved she stepped through the door and waited for Chazz.

Amie's chocolate eyes scanned the area before her for a moment and she wondered if the guys were already back in their dressing room. Grabbing Chazz's hand, this time quite a bit softer, Amie slowly made her way towards the back of the stage. She wasn't quite sure where she was going at all since she wasn't much for these types of shows, but backstage seemed like where she needed to be. The dressing rooms were somewhere back there. All they needed to do was find them. "Any idea where the dressing room is?" She asked, only to have a tall man with quite a few tattoos step right in front of her when she finished. Furrowing her sculpted eyebrows, she peered up at the man with a confused look and opened her mouth to speak but was soon cute off by his low growl of a voice. "Are you the group from the radio station?" The man asked, looking completely agitated and not at all like someone that Amie wanted to talk to. But still, she nodded and looked over her shoulder to see a few of the other girls coming through the doors that lead back to the seats. "Good. The guys told me to give you this. Hope you have a nice night." He said, handing Amie a small piece of paper before he turned on his heels and left. Quickly, Amie looked down at the paper and opened it only to find it held a small note for them scribbled in Alex's unmistakable chicken scratch.

get ready for the interview of your life.
there's a limo outside with your name on it.
it's got a fully stocked bar, so don't be shy.
- sixth s**t

"Apparently we're going somewhere. It doesn't say where but we get our own limo and minibar." Amie said, completely confused as to why the guys couldn't just meet them there. Still, she wasn't about to pass up the opprotunity to ride around in a first class limo to wherever it was the guys were making them go. Then it hit her. Maybe the guys knew it was them. Maybe they figured out that the same group of girls they left behind were the ones coming to see them about an interview. That would explain the limo but she really doubted that they had figured it out. They probably just wanted to show off how rich they were now, in hopes of getting some of them into their beds. With a sigh, Amie folded up the paper and stuck it in the pocket of her tight flare jeans and walked over to where the others girls stood idly. She smiled as best she could, already feeling far too sober for this sort of thing and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Okay, so the guys are elsewhere. Some guy just gave me a note that said we're taking a limo to wherever they are. So I'm guessing it's right outside?" And with that, Amie stumbled over to the closest door and looked out only to see a limo sitting there with a driver leaning against the driver's side door. He was cute for a limo driver and Amie couldn't help but smile as she got closer. Hey, if things didn't work out with Brennon.. there was always his driver.

When she reached the limo, she shot the driver a flirty smile and told him who they were before climbing into the back. Once she got inside, her jaw dropped and she took one of the corner seats that happened to be closest to the small refrigerator that held the alcohol. The inside of the Limo was lit with small lights at the top and there was more room in there than she had in her kitchen. There were seats lining the outside walls and two televisions. Music played softly through the speakers and Amie couldn't help but smile. Maybe this won't be so bad. She thought, even though it was far too early to be able to tell that. Once all of the girls were in the limo and the doors closed, Amie opened up the fridge and brought out the first bottle she found. Champagne. Like the boys actually drank champagne. Not being one to pass up a free drink, she smirked at the girls around her and went to pop the cork. "I saw we all get smashed so that this night is at least a little enjoyable." And with that, she popped the top and poured herself a drink before setting the bottle down for anyone else who wanted a glass. Taking a sip, Amie sat back in her seat and got comfortable. She had no idea how long the ride was going to be but she knew she'd at least enjoy this part of the night.



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[longbeard stinkypants]

fillerfillerfillerfillerfiller» queenPENELOPE
fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfiller { the air - headed beauty }

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Upon waking up, the first thing Penny noticed was just how cold her apartment was. It was practically an ice box and she was huddled under the covers like she'd die if even an inch of her skin was exposed to the temperature outside. She didn't remember setting the termostate so low but at the same time, it was hard to remember anything with the splitting headache she had at the moment. Ah hangovers, gotta love them. As she turned in her bed, trying to escape the sliver of sunlight that had somehow made it's way through her thick curtains and right onto her face, she noticed something completely odd. She wasn't alone in her bed and whoever it was she had slept with the previous night was really warm. Without opening her eyes, she settled her body against the mystery man and quickly tried to remember what exactly had happened the previous night. There was Lenard's party, a bunch of drinking and Sheldon getting wasted. But she couldn't remember where she went afterwards and how she managed to get some random guy to her house. No way she drove him there, because if she was drunk enough to black out than she was far too drunk to drive. So somehow this man ended up in her apartment and in her bed. With a sigh, she nuzzled closer to the body beside her and let one of her arms fall over the lanky figure. Wait, lanky? Penny didn't do lanky. She liked guys with at least a little muscle, but preferably enough to pick her up if need be. And this guy, whoever he was, definitely couldn't do that.

After a few moments of trying to sleep a bit more, Penny found that her curiosity was winning the battle between more sleep and finding out who this guy was. She usually didn't care, as long as she knew how she managed to land a guy that night but there were so many things missing from the equation here that she just had to know what happened. Slowly, she pulled her body away from the figure beside her and arched her back, stretching like a cat and hearing her joints pop. A soft groan escaped her mouth as she moved back into her regular position and her muscles stopped being strained. although her head hurt and she felt like utter s**t, not to mention she reeked of alcohol, she felt pretty good. She had gotten laid and she didn't have to work until the next day, which meant she had plenty of time to sleep off this hang over. After she figured out who was in her bed of course. Penny's blue eyes slowly blinked open, revealing a still dim room and a clock that read ten o'clock. At least this guy wasn't a morning person like her neighbors. She could be thankful for that. When she and Lenard got together, he was up at six in the morning making her pancakes. Sure, they had been amazing but she still didn't like getting up that early... ever.

With a quick twang of energy, Penny sat up in the bed and flung the covers from her before she stretched her arms over her head again and yawned. It was freezing, so much that there were small goosebumps all over her arms from the exposure to it. As she moved to fling her legs over the side of the bed, she rubbed her hands across her arms in attempt to warm herself up via fristion but it didn't work out as well as she hoped. It was only a few steps to the thermostat though. Only a few steps to the bed from there, where she could see this mystery man's face. And then, only a few steps to the bathroom where she could clean herself up before her house guest woke up and wanted to jump in with her. As much as Penny loved sex, and she really did, she never liked to do it in the shower. Her shower was reserved for getting clean, not being dirty. Which was probably why she got so upset when she found out Howard had defaced it when that slut came to visit from Omaha. Summoning all of the energy she could, Penny got to her feet and stumbled over to the thermostat where she quickly turned the heat on. There was no need to turn it up too high since she was about to get into the shower, but she still didn't want to become an icicle when she stepped out. Slowly, she made her way over to the other side of the bed and attempted to be quite doing so. When she reached it, she slowly pulled the covers down and when his face was showing, Penny screamed which seemed to jar him from his slumber. He sat up, spouting something about danger and Penny quickly ran into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind her.

Sheldon. It was Sheldon in her bed. Sheldon who was naked in his bed. Sheldon who was the reason she was naked in her bed, feeling completely satisfied and OH GOD! They had sex. She had sex with Sheldon Cooper, the geeky physicist from across the hall that she was sure had never had sex... before last night of course. She felt like throwing up, like her entire world was crumbling. Things were going so well. She and Sheldon were finally friends and life was going so well. Now they'd have to tolerate each other until the awkwardness went away, or one would have to move across town just so that they didn't have to see each other every damn day. This was horrible. A complete and utter disaster. What was even worse was the fact that Penny was angry she didn't remember it. She at least wanted to remember what it was like if it was going to ruin her life like this. With a groan, she leaned back against the door and looked at herself in the mirror before her. She looked like complete hell. Her make up was smudged, her hair a complete mess, her lips were red from what she guessed were quite a few kisses the previous night and she was pretty sure those hand shaped bruises on her thighs weren't self - inflicted. As she ran her hands through her hair, trying to calm herself down she heard Sheldon's unmistakable voice on the other side of the door asking her if she was alright. With wide eyes, she stepped away from the door and nearly fell back into the tub. "Uhm, yeah, I'm fine Sheldon. I'm just... uh, taking a shower." she said, her voice nervous and weak as she switched on the water for the shower and went to step in.

Her shower was long and filled with quite a bit of thinking, instead of her usual happy singing. As the hot beads of water flew over her skin, she couldn't help but think about the lanky genius that was probably still wandering around her apartment. She just couldn't believe that she had spent the night with him. She knew that he was a little different when he drank but she never thought it would go this far. Apparently she had been really out of her mind as well because otherwise, she'd send him to the couch and spend the night alone if things got a little hot and heavy between them. She couldn't bring herself to regret it completely though or to really be disgusted by the idea of it. She had to admit that Sheldon was at least remotely attractive, more so than Lenard was at least. And the fact that she was the one to figure out that he wasn't in fact asexual was a little flattering but she just couldn't see this going anywhere good. If the guys ever found out, she'd never hear the end of it. She'd probably have to stop talking to them altogether and she really didn't want to do that. As annoying as they were, she loved each and every one of them and she couldn't see herself without them. So she'd just have to make sure Sheldon kept his mouth shut. Which would be harder said than done, given his complete lack of lying skills.

Penny took extra long in the bathroom after she got her shower, drying her hair and applying her make up. She didn't get dressed, mostly because her clothes were in her bedroom so the moment she stepped out she was clothed in a fluffy white robe that Howard had bought her when he used hers. Thankfully Sheldon wasn't anywhere to be found and her bedroom door was closed. After she locked it, she quickly stripped off the robe and put on some clothes. Once she was dressed in a pair of flared pants and a black radiohead shirt that didn't show off her curves at all, she opened the door to her room and stepped out into her living room to find Sheldon picking up... of course. Obviously hang overs didn't affect super geniuses like they did the rest of the world because he didn't seemed phased at all. Of course, he didn't drink nearly as much as Penny did the previous night but she still felt he deserved to be as hung over and stressed out as her. He didn't seem different at all, until he noticed her presence. That's when things got a little weird. She heard him say her name softly to greet her and watched as his eyes flew over her body in a way she had never seen them do before and a strange look came over his face when his eyes finally locked with hers. They stared at each other for a split second before Sheldon turned away and continued picking up, probably just so that he didn't have to look at her. Hell, she didn't really want to watch his lanky form move around her apartment but there wasn't much else she could do. Oh how were they going to pull this off?

With a sigh, Penny fell back onto her couch trapping a shirt behind her back which Sheldon quickly yanked at and folded. He seemed to not want to talk about it, since he wasn't exactly bringing it up but that wasn't what Penny wanted at all. She wanted to know what he was feeling, that she wasn't the only one who felt weird about what happened. "So we're really not going to talk about this?" She asked weakly, her usual confidence having been thrown out the window the moment she found him lying in her bed. Sheldon seemed to pause for a moment and think her question over before his deep voice stated that he didn't know what she was talking about. "Sheldon! We had sex!" She said, her voice loud as she got up from the couch and turned her body towards him. He was standing only a few feet away, fiddling with her entertainment system but his hands froze when her voice rang out in the apartment. It hurt, the fact that he didn't even want to remember it. She knew he did since he didn't have nearly enough alcohol to black out. So it was a little painful that he was already trying so hard to forget. Was it really that bad. being with her? "coitus or whatever it is you nerds call it. Well, we did it and I think we need to talk about it. Given the situation." The situation? What was the situation? the fact that she had just slept with her ex - boyfriends best friend, not that Lenard was really an ex anyway. Or maybe it was the fact that she had taken Sheldon's virginity. Oh god.. she was Sheldon's first. Hopefully she wasn't that bad.

When Sheldon didn't respond, Penny made her way over to him and spun him around. His eyes locked onto her and she crossed her arms at her chest before glaring up at him. "I'm not playing this game Sheldon. Let's be mature about this. We were drunk, we had sex. It happens. Why don't we just forget bout it and try to go back to normal?" She offered, her voice hard but her eyes lightening in intensity as she spoke. She just wanted to know that he wouldn't spill to Lenard the moment he got home. She just wanted him to... well she wasn't even sure anymore. She wanted him to admit that they had sex and that it was amazing. That he would never be able to forget. But at the same time she wanted him to keep pretending that it didn't happen so that things would go back to normal. With a sigh, she tapped her foot impatiently and waited for Sheldon to respond. Knowing him, it would probably take quite awhile. It was a good thing she didn't have anything to do today.


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[longbeard stinkypants]

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Thank god Tracey didn't have a roommate.

Rommates complicated things. They turned a completely livable environment into something hostile and tense, at least they did when that roommate happened to be Trevor. Living with him had lasted a total of three weeks and they were the worst three weeks of Tracey's life. they bitched at each other constantly, always fought over the bathroom and by the end of the first week they could barely look at each other without getting into some sort of argument. It probably should've clued Tracey into the fact that they weren't destined to be together but at the time she was just happy to have a shoulder to lean on and a guy to cuddle with at night. Now though, she had more than enough man in her life and she was seriously considering cutting back on some. Dumping Trevor would be hard though. It wasn't like she completely hated the guy, she just didn't love him like she use to.. and really, she isn't sure if she ever loved him at all. He was a great boyfriend though, before everything went sour. They were cute together, always holding hands and pressing chaste kisses to the others lips while out in public. Now they barely touched but that was mostly Tracey's fault. She was getting all of her sexual release via Trevor's step - brother so she really didn't have a need for physical anything with Trevor. He didn't know that of course. He probably just thought she was getting bored or that something else was up. The trust in their relationship was completely gone but it wasn't really surprising. With everything she put Trevor through and all of the s**t she got from him, it was a wonder how they hadn't killed each other yet.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Tracey didn't wake up to the sound of an alarm clock. Instead she woke up to the sounds of morning and late morning at that. It had been ages since she slept in. What with school and rehearsals for her spring production taking up most of her mornings. It was nice to wake up on her own without being forced, bundled up in a warm cocoon of blankets. It took her awhile to actually force herself to open her eyes and peer at the clock sitting on her bedside table. She groaned when she saw the large numbers on the face of the clock reading eleven. Not only had she slept in late but it was nearly lunch time and if she remembered correctly, Tyson was suppose to come over first thing. Then again, that was dependent on whether or not he could get away from that bitchy girlfriend of his and lie his way out of whatever it was he had been asked to do. She had faith he'd show up though. He always did. Not to mention besides herself, he was one of the best liars around. It came naturally to him as it did her but at the same time, it was fairly easy to catch him in a lie. Tracey was the master of emotions. Her entire life was devoted to controlling and manipulating said emotions to get a certain outcome and she knew exactly when other people were doing it. The twitch in their eye that most people wouldn't see, the slightly too long pause before uttering a lie, the way eyes were hopeful without trying to seem too guilty. She was the only person Tyson couldn't lie to and he was the only person she didn't feel she needed to lie to. They made a perfect couple and if he didn't get his a** to her apartment soon, she'd have to up the ante a bit.

After a few moments of pondering whether or not she should get up and shower before Tyson showed up, Tracey was pulled from her thoughts by a soft noise coming from under her pillow. Furrowing her eyebrows, she reached under her pillow and pulled out her phone only to see that she had a new text message. She sighed, hoping to god it wasn't Tyson canceling and opened the phone. Thankfully, it was a text from Trevor but her happiness about that was short lived. Of course he was hanging out with Kelsey, of course he was helping those bitches move. It didn't take a genius to realize what was going on. Trevor was about as transparent as a ***** on a playground. It was obvious he had feelings for Kelsey, ones he no longer had for Tracey and usually that would bother her. She was a really jealous person most of the time but for some reason, she was glad Kelsey and Trevor wanted each other. That meant that if anything happened, she and Tyson could get together and wouldn't have to worry about them. She was just waiting for Trevor to slip up, for him to cheat and then she'd dump his sorry a** and act as if Tyson and her got together because they were both hurting. It was perfect but she still had to wait. Trevor was a nice guy, so she didn't see him cheating anytime soon. So that made her plan a little hard to follow through with. Rolling her eyes, Tracey read over the text message once more before she flipped her keyboard open and began typing out a message.

'morning.
i think i'm just going to have a lazy day
i'm sore from all of those practices last week
maybe i can come over and cook for you later
i just found this great pasta recipe
tootles; tracey

After she sent the message, she threw her phone onto the table beside her bed and laid back on her pillows before pulling the covers up to her chin. She knew Trevor would probably get mad about the fact that she hadn't said I love you to him in a month or so but she didn't see the point. Why say something when she really didn't mean it? Of course, she never told Trevor that. Just because she wasn't in love with him didn't mean she wanted to break his little heart. Something told her that finding out her feelings for him had faded wouldn't phase the boy in the least though. They were both only in the relationship because of the familiarity of it. They didn't have the strong feelings they once did and really, they were pretty dysfunctional together anyway. They fought all the time and rarely made up. Sometimes they spent days barely even looking at each other until one cracked and decided they should just forget the whole thing. She didn't forget though. She still held grudges and maybe that was why everything was so crappy between them now. She couldn't let things go and while it use to hurt, she really just didn't care anymore. With a loud groan, Tracey pulled the covers up over her head and tried her best to go back to sleep. When she was unconscious things seemed a little less complicated. When she slept, she didn't have to worry about boyfriend that she didn't love or productions that she wasn't ready for. She didn't have to think about what she'd do if Tyson ever stopped this thing they had going on and she didn't have to think about the future. She just had to dream and boy was that a nice change.

Just as Tracey began drifting off to sleep once more, she heard the unmistakable sound of her front door opening and she couldn't help the slight twang of both fear and excitement that ran through her. Either Tyson was in the apartment or she was going to have to go find the gun her dad had given her when she moved out the previous year. The moment she heard Tyson's husky voice though, she relaxed considerably and tried her best to call out to him. "min 'ere." She tried to articulate but her words came out pretty jumbled and sounded more like a big groan than anything else. She was pretty sure he got the message though because soon enough she heard heavy footsteps coming closer and she pushed down her covers to see Tyson standing in the doorway. The moment her eyes met his, her lips pulled into a sleepy smile and she stretched her arms up over her head. "Mmm, good morning." She said, stifling a yawn as the larger boy curled up in bed beside her. With another sleepy smile, she curled up into Tyson's arms and rested her head on his chest. "You know, you're lucky you called out when you did." She began, lifting her torso up a bit so that she could peer down at him. "I was about to go for my glock." She teased, leaning down to press her dry lips to his nose before she pulled the covers off of her body and moved closer to Tyson.

It always surprised her just how easily she and Tyson did things. How perfectly she fit into his long arms and how intoxicating he smelled. "Mmm, you smell delicious" She said, her voice still rough from just waking up as she buried her face in the hoodie Tyson wore. After a few moments, she raised her head once more and looked at him with wide eyes and a pouted lip. "Please don't tell me you showered already. I was hoping we'd get one together." She said, trying to keep up her disappointed facade but failing miserably. Her face broke into a playful grin about mid - way through her statement and she slowly ran her hand down the boy's chest, stopping at his belt for a moment before pulling off of him completely. She quickly got up, ignoring his groan of disappointment and stretched her hands over her head once more. As she stretched, the small tank top she wore to bed inched up over her tiny stomach and she quickly situated the cheerleading shorts she constantly wore to bed. She knew the outfit was probably driving Tyson crazy but there was nothing he could do about it. He was the one that took so long showing up and he had already showered, so their fun was going to have to wait until she was done doing whatever it was she felt like doing today.

"So I was thinking..." She began, turning back to the bed where Tyson laid staring up at her. She sat on the edge and ran her fingers across his broad chest, knowing he probably couldn't feel it through his layers. "Since Trevor and Kelsey are at Baileys today, maybe we could go out and do something." She finished, trying not to notice when Tyson tensed at the mention of their significant others. They didn't really talk about Trevor and Kelsey. They were like the forbidden conversation topic that they'd never bring up. So uttering their names was a bit of a mood killer. "Well I've got to take a shower. So why don't you make me some breakfast while I get ready?" She said after a pregnant pause, hoping that Tyson didn't get too upset about her bringing up Kelsey. She didn't see why it bothered him so much to talk about his girlfriend with her but it did. With a quick kiss to the boy's lips, she scurried off to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She didn't lock it because Tyson knew better than to disturb her after she told him she was taking a shower alone. Once the water was heated enough and all of her clothes in the hamper by the door, Tracey stepped into the shower and proceeded to clean herself. She shaved, made sure her hair was completely clean and even put some lotion on after she dried off a bit. It didn't take her nearly as long as it usually did to shower but she blamed that on the fact that she could smell Tyson's cooking all the way in the bathroom.

Once she was dressed in a pair of light washed capri's and a yellow tank top, her hair dry and her minimal make up applied, she stepped out of the bedroom and was instantly met with the smell of breakfast. With a smile and a happy moan, she followed the smell into the kitchen only to find Tyson standing in front of the stove cooking the last of the bacon. As quietly as she could, she snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You look so hot when you cook." She said, punctuating every word with a kiss to his neck and then his jaw, to his cheek and finally the corner of his lips. When she was done, she backed away and let him finish cooking before she grabbed a piece of bacon and began nibbling on it. "So I've got this play coming up and opening night is next saturday. Do you think you might wanna come?" She asked, her anxiety about asking evident in her voice. She knew Trevor wasn't coming, mostly because he stopped going to her plays a long time ago. So no one she knew really showed up. She didn't get flowers after every show like she use to and really, it was a little embarrassing. But having Tyson there, having him see her perform like that would be amazing. She had a feeling he'd say no though, which was why she was so apprehensive about asking him to come. How would he be able to get out of a saturday night with Kelsey? And how would he explain showing up at Tracey's play if Trevor decided that this play was something worth seeing?



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legend
fillerunderlined = who I prefer to play
filler• = plot
filler✖✖✖✖✖ = i will worship the ground you walk on
filler✖✖✖✖✖ = definitely up for it
filler✖✖✖✖✖ = meh, alright
filler✖✖✖✖✖ = convince me
filler✖✖✖✖✖ = not atm






» books

harry potter
filleral x scorpius ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillerrose x scorpius ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerteddy x victoire ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerremus x sirius ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerjames x lily ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerseverus x lily ✖✖✖✖✖

the host
fillerwanda x ian ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillersoul x human ✖✖✖✖✖

wicked
fillerfiyero x elphaba ✖✖✖✖✖

southern vampire series / true blood
fillereric x oc ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillerquinn x oc ✖✖✖✖✖
fillersam x oc ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillerwere x were ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerfangbanger x mainstreamer ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerv - users ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerfairy x other supe ✖✖✖✖✖
fillermaster x child ✖✖✖✖✖
fillershifter x human ✖✖✖✖✖


» movies / television

heroes
fillerfuture molly x future micah ✖✖✖✖✖•
fillersylar x oc ✖✖✖ ✖✖
filleroc hero / villain x oc hero / villain ✖✖✖✖✖•
filleroc hero / villain x oc human ✖✖✖✖✖•
fillersuggestions :B ✖✖✖✖✖

how i met your mother
fillerbarney x robin ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerbarney x oc ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillerted x oc ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerlily x marshal ✖✖✖✖✖

the covenant
fillerreid x tyler ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillercaleb x oc ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerpogue x oc ✖✖✖✖✖

james bond
fillerjames x oc ✖✖✖✖✖ •

ironman
fillertony x pepper ✖✖✖✖✖ •

xmen
filleroc x oc ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerkit x bobby ✖✖✖✖✖
fillergambit x rogue ✖✖✖✖✖

big bang theory
fillersheldon x penny ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerwolowitz x oc ✖✖✖✖✖


» whedonverse

firefly
fillermal x inara ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerjayne x oc ✖✖✖✖✖
fillersimon x kaylee ✖✖✖✖✖

buffy the vampire slayer
fillerxander x oc ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillergiles x oc ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerandrew x oc ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillerwatcher x slayer ✖✖✖✖✖

dr horrible
fillerbilly x penny ✖✖✖✖✖ •


» original

fantasy
fillervampire x human ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerwerewolf x human ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillervillain x hero ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillerhuman x halloween creature ✖✖✖✖✖ •

modern
fillercity boy x country boy ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillermafia related ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerdeaf guy x friend / boyfriend ✖✖✖✖✖
fillerdrug oriented ✖✖✖✖✖ •
filleramish teens ✖✖✖✖✖ •
fillerbest friend x best friend ✖✖✖✖✖ •


fillersuggestions ✖✖✖✖✖