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[Runaway_Coke17]

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[Runaway_Coke17]

There is something that claims that every nine seconds a woman was abused by their partner. The statistic was sadly true. Fortunately, it wasn’t Rashel Zoe Jared who happened to be getting her fair share of beating from her boyfriend of three years. You would think by now they would press more into the relationship and actually marry, but her boyfriend probably didn’t even think about popping the question. He was too busy popping the caps of off bottles of liquor and practically inhaling them. It had become a usual thing in her life to come home from work with her good-for-nothing boyfriend flipping through channels and greeting her with slurred words. Unfortunately, Rashel had skipped work due to the fact that she wasn’t feeling quite well. If you wanted the truth, she had a bruise on her face that she couldn’t figure out how exactly to cover it up. Makeup was an option, but she would have to cake it onto her face, and she didn’t want to look like a whore. So she was stuck with the option of calling in sick. The sleepy blond feared that her boyfriend would be getting up soon, which stalled the thought of a nap. Her droopy, blue eyes were hanging down dangerously low, but she fought to keep them open. She was more than likely to be able to dart away from Kyle if he decided to strike. Hopefully, he would only be in the mood to verbal abuse her, and she could take that a lot easier than the hitting. Words just lashed out at her; punches left cuts and bruises. Something she didn’t feel up to explaining to those at her work. They would surely throw questions out at her.

Questions Rashel would be forced to answer with a caution and well-thought out answer. It wasn’t really something she wanted to do considering the fact that she didn’t really want to think. At the moment, the small tentacles of a headache were beginning to lick at her brain, causing a slight disruption in her day. Great, that would sting if Kyle suddenly decided to carry on with the usual bullshit. Honestly, she was still a bit puzzled as to why she remained with him. All it took was one night to slip out and run away, but it was almost impossible to do that with him. He would find her somehow, and she would be in a big mess. Something that took nearly forever to get untangled. Rashel knew that the thought was appealing, but she wasn’t going to take any chances incase he decided to hunt her down. She knew he could do it, and it terrified to think that he could be such a stalker. Light goose bumps appeared on her pasty skin as she brushed aside a few strands of blond hair. Her mind was being preoccupied with thoughts about her future as she considered just breaking the news to him. Oh, yeah. That was the most brilliant idea she had all her life. Just go ahead and break it to him that she was leaving him for a better life and future. That was going to be easy. Rashel grimaced at her little concoction. “You’re brilliant, Rash.” Sarcasm laced her words as they fell out in a mess along with her southern accent. It only seemed to mock the female.

It prodded Rashel since she was the one to leave to go to New York with her beloved boyfriend, Kyle. She had left behind all that was important to her down in Alabama. Sweet home Alabama, and it was only then that her heart seemed to ache for the feeling of the sun to shine through her hair. To see her best friend, Jordan, just one more time. It would all be bliss to her since she was living in hell at this moment. The skittish female glanced over her shoulder only to be reassured that he had not managed to recover from the night of booze. Running her finger alongside of her cheek, she shuddered as her finger pressed against a tender part of her flesh. Rashel was a bit fearful to look in the mirror since she already knew that the soft part had formed into a bruise. It wasn’t the only one that was on her face from her lovely boyfriend. There was also a cut below her eyes from where a shard of his beer bottle had sliced her skin. What a lovely relationship, am I correct? Placing her hands back onto the table, she focused her eyes on the wall across from her. Her dispassionate eyes dulled a little bit as she seemed to immerse herself into her thoughts again. This was a normal thing for her since she scarcely had time to collect her thoughts in the heat of the moment. It was often that Rashel would stay up at night just rethinking situations and how they should have went. Didn’t everyone, though?




xxxxx✚Don't you care enough to hear my p l e a d s to stop the punches?
xxxxxxxxxx✚Don't you care enough to realize the b r u i s e s on my face?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✚Don't you care enough to see that I'm s l i p p i n g away?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✚ You should see the M O N S T E R you have become

[Runaway_Coke17]

ȷѳяɗɑɳ Ϛɦɑӌ נαмєѕтσи


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Where did my Dahlia go?



Jordan didn’t really care that he was lying at this point. He had a girl waiting for him in his bedroom, and he wasn’t going to deny her. She might not have been Dahlia, but she was filled out just like any other of Zoe’s friends. The offer was a little bit too tempting for him to pass up. Was it wrong that he was doing like any other teenaged boy would do? He was just going for a little fun since he knew Dahlia would be too worn out for another round. If she wasn’t, hell he would forget out about Dee in a heartbeat. Dee wasn’t his girlfriend, and he would choose his own over her. Well, that all depended on what really happened. If Dahlia pissed him off then there was no doubt he was going with Dee. So far, though, her actions had only seemed to excite him even more. His slender fingers traveled up to the little mark on the side of his neck as he rubbed the sensitive area carefully. Jordan still couldn’t get over the little stunt she had pulled when she bit his neck. He didn’t understand whether it was out of anger or just playfulness. Either way he found it hot in a twisted way. Running his fingers through his hair, Dahlia’s voice seemed to sudden grab his attention as he tilted his head at her words. Anger rippled through his face as a light scowl settled on his pale lips. Had she seen through the charade? It was possible, but he knew he couldn’t have been a bad actor. Maybe it was the fact he had mentioned his mother? The idea suddenly struck him that he mother was too busy ******** other guys to worry about him. Well, he couldn’t really use that excuse. Scowling lightly at both his sharp-tongued girlfriend, he shook his head gently. “How do you know it wasn’t my mother?” He could feel his frustration with her rising as he chewed on his bottom lip to keep from getting too angry with her. His temper seemed to snap when he heard her mutter something about his mother and whore. Jordan knew it didn’t take a scientist to figure out she was trying to insult his mother.

Jordan didn’t have to think twice about what he was going to do with Dahlia when he heard her curse at his sister. That was the last straw. Dahlia was just pissed off at Zoe because she was offering him something better than her—Dee. In other words, he was convinced that she was jealous of him ogling at another girl. “What a ******** self-centered b***h.” He growled before following her out of the room. He paused at the door as he let his piercing eyes travel the curves on her body. For a moment, he was actually distracted by the girlfriend that was rubbing the wrong nerve. He actually almost felt bad for what he was thinking about doing with Dee. Dahlia would have been much more entertaining with her new and feisty attitude. It turned him on almost as well as frustrates him. Watching her take off, Jordan’s body automatically felt an adrenaline rush at chasing Dahlia. It almost was like a predator going after its prey. He didn’t care that Dahlia’s mother might be lurking downstairs, and it didn’t even occur to him as he took off after her. Nearly slipping on some carpet, he finally reached the basement. His breathing had accelerated, and his chest was moving up and down, but it wasn’t like that first time he had to catch Dahlia. Jiggling with the door handle a little bit, he wasn’t too surprised to find it locked. She was trying to keep him out, and it was pretty obvious. Sadly, Jordan knew that they both knew keeping him out would be fairly impossible. He knew her house layout since he had spent many nights sneaking over to spend the night with her. If she thought that she could escape him, she was mistaken. “Open the door, Dahlia.” His command was laced with rage as the minutes ticked by without a response. This time, he wasn’t going to ask so nicely. “Dahlia, open the ******** door!” He still kept his voice low, but he knew she could still hear him. Finally deciding on what he should do, Jordan placed his shoulder against the door before applying a little bit of pressure. He could tell that all it took was a kick from him to cause the door to break. He knew he could reach her in a matter of moments, and it thrilled him to think he was getting her. Raising his leg back, he sent it forward as it met contact with the door in front of him.

Grimacing a little bit, Jordan didn’t bother to acknowledge the pain that had settled into his foot. Instead, he was too busy celebrating over the door that had been forced open. Luckily, the kick didn’t send it flying off the hinges, but it did break the lock. Slipping into the room, his blue eyes instantly found his girlfriend. A stab of guilt shot through his stomach when he saw her with her head down. He didn’t know what had seemed to make her a bit gloomy, but it didn’t take too much time for the feeling to wear off. His blue eyes hardened a little bit as his head reached out towards Dahlia. Moving down the stairs, he grabbed a few strands of hair as he yanked her into a standing position. Shoving her into the wall beside them, he pressed his body weight onto her. Jordan didn’t really care if she felt that pain or not. He hoped like hell she did. In his mind, she deserved ever hit he threw at her. He adored Dahlia but that was only when his vision wasn’t fuzzy or his sister hadn’t offered him some drug that he took. Snapping back from his thoughts, the male gritted his teeth before pushing Dahlia’s head back a bit. Forcing her to look up, he kissed her neck gently before chuckling a little bit. Jordan hoped that she started to struggle soon since he wanted a challenge. He wanted someone to struggle against him and attempt to get away. He knew it would only thrill him even more. Running the tip of his tongue along her neck, he finally forced her to look back at him. Glancing briefly into her eyes, he didn’t even notice that they had changed from a moment ago. Popping pills and drugs seemed to dilute your pupils, but he didn’t even notice that. He was a bit too busy deciding what other fun he could have with his girlfriend. “You know I don’t like it when you run from me.” His voice was a deadly whisper as he glared at her for a moment. Leaning in a little bit, he kissed her roughly before pulling back. Stepping back from her, he grabbed a hold of her hair again before tugging her closer towards him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Jordan didn’t bother to apologize for the hold he had on her hair. At this point, he could care less what happened to her. She was just messing with the wrong person, and he wanted to show her that. “You really make me mad.” He kept his voice at a whisper as he leaned his head closer towards her ear. “You make me want to hurt you. You make me regret all what we did last night. You’re just a b***h who doesn’t deserve me.” He paused a moment before resting his hands on her sides. “And you criticize my mom for being a whore when yours is a lesbian. How disgusting. You only seem to dig yourself into a hole, and I’m not helping you out.” With that, he pushed her off of him as his glittering eyes watched her hit the wall behind her. For a moment, he felt a pang of need to reach out and comfort her, but he forced his arms to stay put.


{{OutOfCoke;; I'm back<3 I gots a new account though :3 I'm sorry! It's a pathetic post DD: ;;OutOfCoke}}

[Runaway_Coke17]

βαвү, do you believe in love at first sight?
Or should I ѡɑʟҡ by again?

School. That was the word nearly every teenager feared when it came to the ending of the weekend. Sunday was the day that everybody rested, and they ended up forcing themselves to laboring all the rest of the week. Luckily, all the teenager, Alexander Carter Jarod, had to do was force himself out of the comfort of the bed. It wasn’t too hard since he knew that there wasn’t a reason to tiptoe out of the room today. None of the girls from school had managed to make it into his bed that night. Which wasn’t a very good thing. It only mentioned that the male seemed to grow a bit bored of everybody in his school. He was tired of waking up to the same face day-after-day. It only irritated him since he already knew who they were and where they came from. Why couldn’t someone new suddenly pop up? They would instantly catch the teen’s attention.

But right now Alex didn’t bother letting his mind think about another girl, but instead let his mind catch up on some well-needed rest. The tanned male stirred a bit underneath his covers when the echoing of his alarm clock finally reached his ears. The echoing only seemed to get louder as the rustling beneath the sheets soon revealed a very distressed, young male. Sitting up, a groan escaped Alex’s lips as he turned his chocolate eyes over towards the clock. Finally slapping his hand on the off button, he groaned again as he ran his fingers down his face. Getting up so early in the day definitely wasn’t something he was good at. Getting girls and being smooth was more of his terms. Running his fingers through his bronze hair, he soon slipped out onto the hardwood flooring beneath him. “Whoa.” He muttered as a shiver ran down his spine as his bare feet came in contact with the ground beneath him. Shuffling into the bathroom, Alex hoped that his cousin had left her straightener with him. Last time he checked, she was off with some random guy she met at the park. Like he really cared what Rebecca was doing with some guy. If it didn’t involve him, he wasn’t into it. Chuckling lightly, he finally stumbled into the bathroom and gripped onto the doorframe of his bathroom. Flipping on the light, he threw a swift glance at the mirror beside him.

The tousled man that looked back at him looked unfamiliar for a second but then a wink passed between the two. It was Alex that winked first, but it was obvious his reflection imitated his moves. Chuckling lightly, he soon found himself scrubbing off in the shower with the rose-smelling soap his cousin had left in his shower. He didn’t mind if those ignorant friends of his starting making fun of him for it. He wouldn’t doubt it if Ryan started to make jokes about his fruity smell. They all knew that he had laid too many girls to be a homosexual or even bisexual. He liked those women, and he only lusted for them. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he made his way into his bedroom as he brushed his finger tips against the talk button on his phone. Watching as the phone lit up, he realized that Ryan had called him a little bit before he had finally made it into the shower. Great, what did he want? Alex didn’t know, and he wasn’t really concerned with it at the moment.

Holding onto to the towel with one hand, he managed to punch in Ryan’s number as he pressed it up against his ear. Holding it with his shoulder, he picked out a few articles of clothing before hearing Ryan’s voice answer him. “What’s up? I called you like ten minutes ago.” Alex rolled his eyes at the thought of this as he fumbled with the button on his pants. Shoving his right hand into each of his pockets, he tucked the pockets in for a moment before getting his thoughts collected. Messing with the silver cross around his neck, he somehow managed to slip a reply in. “Yeah, I know. Showering, hey is Rebecca over there?” He wasn’t too sure that she went home with his friend. If she did, it wouldn’t be the first time he caught the two doing something he didn’t like. He didn’t really understand what the two saw in each other, though they were pretty much alike.

Alex didn’t really mind if his best friend hooked up with his cousin, but he knew that if Ryan did anything to hurt Rebecca; it was over for him. Those who really knew Alex would actually see the protective and caring side of him. Though, most of the girls managed to only see that whole smooth-talking person who charmed his way into their pants. If there was a virgin in their school, they were easily tamed by him, and he managed to coax them into giving it up. It was all thanks to a simple word called love. If you just told a girl that you that she was the one, their hearts seemed to melt. Some of them needed a bit more persuading but after a couple of dates, they always gave in Alex’s desires. What could they say? He had a killer six pack that ladies died to get a peek at. Turning his attention towards the door in his bedroom, one look at the clock told him that he needed to start rushing to school if he wanted to make it on time. Though, it didn’t really matter to his teachers whether he made it to class on time or not. Half the time, he managed to slip into the class without a teacher warning him. He was either being very sneaky, or his teachers seemed to adore him a little too much.

“Nah, she went off with that Daniel dude. Who knows what they did.” Jealousy was laced in Ryan’s words, and he could detect it a little bit, but Alex didn’t really care. Ryan, like him, had a list of girls that was willing to do anything for him. It wouldn’t be too long that he finds a new play toy to squeeze. “Okay, well if you see her…just tell her to find me. I’ve gotta talk to her. I’ll see you at school. Bye.” He didn’t really bother finding out the reply from his friend. The subject was focused on him, so he instantly lost interest in the little conversation. Clicking the end conversation button on his newest cell phone, he didn’t really bother to turn it on silent just yet. Just in case his cousin decided to call him and decide on what she was doing. Sprinting down the stairs of his house, he pasted his parent’s bedroom before arriving at his kitchen. Alex could tell they were up by the noise of the shower in their room. Grabbing a bottle of water, he plucked an apple from the fruit basket before disappearing out the door.

Alex soon arrived at the school in a matter of fifteen minutes since he was nearing seventy all the way there. When he finally got his books and things out of his locker, he grinned over at some of Rebecca’s friends before tossing them his signature smile along with a sly wink. They all had been out with him, and he wouldn’t mind going back out with a few of them. Some actually knew what they were doing underneath the sheets. Then again, most people in their school weren’t virgins thanks to him. Finally spotting his cousin talking to an unfamiliar girl, he tossed a puzzled look over towards Ryan before making his way over towards the two females. As far as he could tell, she was definitely new to the area. There was a wave of mystery about this knew girl, and Alex suddenly had a strong feeling of determination to unlock the secrets she might possess. Catching a small bit of the conversation, he concluded that it was probably safe to butt into the conversation now. Offering his hand out towards the new girl, he began his quick introduction. “Hello there! I’m Alexander Carter Jarod. Feel free to call me anything you like. I happen to be Rebecca’s cousin, and I should apologize right now for her. She can get quite bitchy sometimes.” He exchanged a quick smile with his cousin, but he only received a jab in the ribs for his little joke. Great, get him embarrassed in front of the new girl. That was always fun. Alex did have to admit, though, the new girl was pretty good in the looks department. Maybe a few dates with her would be fun? Especially those little nights they might share afterwards. “Which class are we looking for?” He directed his question towards Daniella this time as he turned his sparkling eyes back towards her.

[Runaway_Coke17]

http://www.thescoop.org/editor in cheif assistant/Cameron Michael Billings

Prefers to be called Cam or Michael
Kickin' it for how Many Years? Twenty-seven
Notabilities One on the left of my chest. One earring in my right ear.
Curtsey of Runaway_Coke17

Digging Deeper

Inner Workings Loose; Sort of confident; Casual; Charming; Clumsy

End Transmission

[Runaway_Coke17]

βαвү, don't believe them. They don't know what true love is.
Take a bite of the ғѳʀʙɪɗɗɘɳ fruit. It won't hurt to try it.

“Nicholi!” That name seemed to echo throughout the house as an older man made his way up the stairs. Loud footsteps seemed to echo on the hardwood floor as the older man ascended up the stairs quicker. He seemed to be in a hurry to get this so-call Nicholi up and awake. Everyone had their reasons, right? Well, this thirty-nine year old man had a big reason to be yelling at his son, who was supposed to be down about ten minutes ago. In less than thirty minutes, the man’s new wife would arrive with her own daughter. They had married a couple of months ago, but it took a little while for the families to finally decide who was moving where. They all seemed to decide that on the kid’s Spring break, the families would be moving in together. It was obvious the two adults would be sharing a room, but Nicholi’s new stepsister would be getting the room next to his. It had been Nicholi’s sister’s room when she was alive but those days were over. Cancer had seemed to spread more than the doctor’s had suspected, and she went quietly. But that was in the past, and we should be focusing on what was happening now that the older man had managed to make it to the room of his teenaged son. “Nicholi. Get your a** up.” Wow, those were words of encouragement. The young man concealed beneath sheets on stirred a little bit before his dad grabbed a small chapter book on the table beside him. Tossing it onto his son’s bed, the terrified male suddenly burst from the sheets. The blurred vision soon cleared as he managed to make out the figure that was standing in the doorframe of his bedroom. Was it really time to get up so soon? Nicholi refused to get up so early, but it was obvious that his father had other things in mind for his son. Growling lightly, the male brushed back a few strands of dirty blonde hair. Well, he was more of a brunette, but he had his tips and a few strands dyed a darkish brown to blend in with his hair. It was a birthday present for him, and his father had criticized him for it. It seemed that he would rather have a son with a tattoo than dyed hair. Nicholi didn’t understand that little detail, but he didn’t argue with his father. After him and his mother split up, he quickly learned that you couldn’t argue with his thick-headed father. It was always his way or the highway and right now; he wished that his father would just take the highway to some other place. Right now, he was dreading meeting his new stepsibling. It was fine being just him and his father but now he was being pulled into being in a place with two females. That meant that he would actually have to leave the toilet seat down after going to the restroom. Great, it also meant that he should close the door when taking a shower. Oh s**t, it meant actually sharing a bathroom. How would he adjust to all these new changes? Nicholi wasn’t sure if he would ever adjust with sharing a bathroom, which meant that the female better be a bit patient. Though, he didn’t stay in there too long.

Don’t get Nicholi wrong. He did like the idea of having another sister, in fact, he adored the idea, but he just had to get a few things straight. It meant another female that he had to look after to stop some guy from tearing her heart apart. That seemed to be a guy’s specialty. Running his fingers through his hair, the male gently pulled at one of the snakebites beneath his lips. The teenaged male just didn’t really feel like making an effort to see anyone. Though, his father clearly had it in mind that he was going to see his new step family. Whatever happened to it being just him, his father, his mother, and his sister? They use to be one big family up until the whole cancer incident. He guessed that his mother and father just seemed to drift apart from each other after that. Nicholi wasn’t sure, but he did remember the nights he could hear snatches of his parents’ conversation drifting through the vents in his bedroom. Then again, half the time they weren’t really conversations. More like screaming festivals. They were having relationship troubles, and he tried his best to stay off the topic of his sister. After her death, it didn’t seem to make things better them decent since a nasty divorce split the two once-happy couple. And now? His father was already remarried to a chick that had a daughter his age. Good lord that was what the man needed. A new sex toy that came with a package, but he didn’t mind. It would give him another chance at having another sibling. It seemed that the Lord answered his prayers when he was younger. Tugging the covers off of his torso, Nicholi soon slipped out onto the hardwood floor below him as utter shock ran through his body. Wow, that flooring was pretty cold. His feet nearly froze when they met contact with the flooring below him. Why did it have to be so damn cold in his house? It irritated him a bit that his father kept it so cold, but he didn’t complain much. He wasn’t the one that was paying the electricity bill. He had a job, but it wasn’t enough to support both of them for utilities. Steadying himself on his feet, he prayed like heck that the women that were coming wouldn’t rush to get there. After all, he still needed to shower and clean his lip piercings and all that good stuff. The one thing that he didn’t have to do would be straightening his hair. He didn’t mind letting a few of the tips of his hair curl up since it actually made him look a bit innocent.

Those who knew him well enough to bring out the impish side of him knew he was far from being innocent. Though, first impression would tell you that he was a serious boy, but you had to crack his shell a little bit to actually get to the good stuff. Unfortunately, he hardly let any close enough to cracking the shell. It just wasn’t something he wanted them to do. Nicholi actually liked being the overprotective and shy male he was. It was what made him different from many of the people at school. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to see them for another week or so. Spring break would keep him away from the jerks, thankfully. There were few people that really liked him in his school. Most of them thought he was stuck-up and tended to stray away from him, but he was far from those little assumptions. He tried the best he could not to judge a person unless he was determined to get a first impression of them. It was what he would do with his new stepsister, but he wouldn’t automatically hate her. Well, unless she criticized his sister’s room since it was painted with a light coat of pink. His sister had always been a bit childish, and pink had been her favorite color. So as long as this new stepsibling didn’t say anything about the walls, he would be fine. Shuffling into the bathroom, the male took one glance in the mirror before switching on the light. The sudden brightness startled him for a moment, causing little black dots to pop up that he hated. Why did they always pop up when something like that happened? Nicholi didn’t know, but he flagged it in his mind the google it when he had a chance. The poor boy just wasn’t sure exactly when he would be able to. Hopefully, his dad would let him go after he shook hands with the two females. It wasn’t the first time he had seen them, but his dad insisted on giving them a proper greeting. It didn’t apply to the male, so he tried to tune it out as best as he possible could. Tuning back into the reality of his bathroom, he glanced over at the shower, debating whether or not he should take one. It would be a thoughtful thing to do since he didn’t want them to get a whiff of him and run. Then again, yesterday he just ran around the block a couple of times, but it wasn’t enough to have sweat pouring from his pores. Maybe he shouldn’t? Hell, he didn’t know, and he was a bit confused right now, which was why he grabbed an extra washrag and tossed it into the shower. Flipping on the hot water, he soon stripped down before disappearing in the curtains of water. Nicholi did have to admit, the water felt good against his sleepy skin. It jolted him awake, but it wasn’t something that caused his body to suddenly go in shock. That would be strange, but it did happen sometimes. Not to him, but you get my point. After washing with the rosy-smelling soap, he grabbed a towel and stepped onto the carpet below him. A sudden rush of coldness slapped against his skin when his dad opened the bathroom door to inform him that the people were here.

“Cole! Hurry it up! They’re here.” Oh great. Those were the words uneasy about. Hearing that the two new females had finally arrived with a bunch of feminine products. The only reason men decided to put up with them was because of their bodies and curves. If they didn’t have that, they would be screwed. Chuckling lightly, he knew it was a bit awful to be thinking like he was, but it was the edginess that had settled in the pit of his stomach. It made him wish that his mother was still together with her father, even with the screaming between the two. Why did they even have to get a divorce? Couldn’t they have just managed to work those petty fights out? He figured they would’ve probably came after each other with knives if they stayed together too long. Who cared, though? Cole had heard of abusive relationships before, but he knew his mother was a bit too feisty to let herself get hit. Plus, he would’ve flipped out if he witnessed his dad slapping his mother—or worse. Sighing lightly, he quickly dried off some of the water that caused the light to bounce off of his skin. Pretty soon, he was fully clothed and ready to go. The dark blue hoodie was slipped over his torso as his hands shoved themselves into his pockets. “Maybe it won’t be too bad.” He tried assuring himself, but he found it harder to believe the more he walked towards the stairs. His breathing soon had a mind of its own as it accelerated like he had just ran three miles in less than fifteen minutes. Though, even a good runner like him could barely make it in thirty minutes. Three miles was pretty tough even if you had the lungs of a breather. Slouching against the wall, scenarios of what might happened suddenly played through his head. What if his stepsister thought he was too uptight? What if his new family suddenly seemed to cast him out of the family? All the new stress entered his system as he closed his eyes to even his breathing. Cole really didn’t understand how he could loose himself like that so suddenly. It wasn’t anything meeting a new family and sibling. It shouldn’t be too much worry. Then again, the new girl could get herself in some trouble she wouldn’t dream of. It only left him one choice. Protect her no matter how irritating he found her. It wasn’t right to let her go off with some jerk from her school or get molested by one of the perverts. Hopefully, with him there to guide her through whatever might happen, she’ll steer clear of jerks like Anthony.

Anthony. Now that name made shivers run all the way down the male’s body. The smooth-talking jerk only used girls for what was in their jeans. Rumor had it, he had also used a couple guys, but Cole wasn’t too concerned with that. Nearly all his girlfriends had cheated on him with that charming jerk. Why couldn’t he be like him? All easy going around girls instead of so calm and quiet. Maybe it was because he was too busy thinking about what to say instead of what prize he might receive. It was better being known as a virgin than a guy who treated women with no respect. At least he won’t be able to disrespect his stepsister. He would try with all his might to get the other male away from her, but he doubted it would stop Anthony. He had all the cheats on his side. The good body, hair, and many other things that Cole didn’t, which was probably why he didn’t bother asking out too many girls. They always ended up cheating on him or breaking it off with him because he failed to be what they had expected. Whatever that was suppose to mean. His recent ex-girlfriend, Reagan, had tried that little excuse, but he knew the real truth. She had been telling some of his friends that he was too friendly. There wasn’t a lot of chemistry between them, so he didn’t bother trying to work his butt off to set up dates. Cole didn’t even kiss her a lot because he wanted to feel the spark between them, but it just wasn’t there. None of the girls he dated had that edge to them that made him crave for more. He wanted a girl who knew what they were doing and wasn’t afraid to take charge if it was needed. He wanted a female that would make him crave to touch their skin and to feel her lips against his own. That was in the distance. Ha, if it even happened to him since he was convinced he was doomed to being single for a while. It was boring just watching all the couples strut around like their all that because they supposedly found the one who completely their life. People like that made Cole want to get up and knock some sense into them. Sometimes that stuff was appropriate, but he had seen couples nearly getting it on in the mall. Didn’t it ever occur to them that other people were around? Ignorant twerps like that bothered him. They should save it until they get home or somewhere more isolated from the public. Guys like him didn’t want to see someone take a girl’s innocence in the mall. What was wrong with them? Wait a second, how did his thoughts stray that far? Getting back on track, the mall pushed himself off the wall before traveling the rest of the way down the stairs. "Dad?” He called out as he peeked around the corner at the empty kitchen. Well, that was one place they were socializing in. His guess was that his father was showing the house to everyone. Cole just hoped that they didn’t go too far. There might not have been a lot of places in the house, but they did own some land in the back. That was wear he went to practice his hunting.

Where were they? Cole didn’t know, but he knew that soon he needed to go out and get a few shots in. He wouldn’t go hunt any of the animals, but he could practice shooting one of the tin cans that he would set up on the wood stumps. “Great. Another distraction.” He muttered lightly as he wandered into the kitchen before grabbing a bottle of spring water from the fridge. That was a good thing about his father. The man didn’t mind that his son had a little addiction with water and sports. Some were hooked on drugs and some got their adrenaline doing speed, but he got his playing sports and drowning himself in water. The bizarre thing about it was that he was picky about what kind of water he managed to get. He preferred his bottled water that comes from fresh spring water. If it’s anything else, he will refuse to touch it since it wasn’t one he trusted. He was just a bit strange when it came down to his water. After taking a small sip, his slender finger ran around the ring of the bottle as he watched the refrigerator with a faraway stare. He was too busy daydreaming about the day to even realize that his father had entered the kitchen with his usually chatty mood. “Cole?” The sudden voice startled him out of his daydream as he turned to face the rest of his new family. His mouth slacked open a little bit as he tried to muster up a few words to speak towards them. How could he when he was too embarrassed because he had gotten caught daydreaming? Was that something men did openly? He didn’t know and at this time he was too flustered to even care. “Uhh…yeah?” Smooth Cole smooth. That would let them believe that you are pretty cool. Yeah, if they consider being a babbling loser smooth. At this thought, he felt a little disheartened since they probably thought he was some idiot that didn’t know how to speak properly. Setting down the bottle of water, he felt a small blush creep onto his cream-colored cheeks as he let his eyes drop down to the ground. “Well, don’t be rude. Say hello.” His father pressed him a little bit to getting to chatting as he let his eyes meet his stepsister’s own eyes. Wow, he was definitely going to have a problem with this one; he could tell. She had a figure nearly every guy would want to lay his hands on. He almost found himself thinking dirty thoughts, but he forced them out of his head since he had more respect for his stepsister. Plus, their parents were married, so it would be sort of awkward if he made a move on her. “I’m Nicholi. Just call me Cole. It is easier to pronounce.” With that being said, he tossed her a lopsided grin before glancing at his stepmother from the corner of his right eye. Well, one thing was for sure, they were both stunners. Now that he studied them more, he could understand why his father chose this girl and her mother.

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s oxxxxw h a txxxxi sxxxxt h exxxxp r o b l e m?

forbiddenfruit

Just a bite won't hurt.
Just a kiss won't kill.
We aren't related...

“さようなら.” That was the only words I spoke to my father on his way out the door. I didn’t really understand him, so I didn’t stay long to watch him and his newest wife leave for their honeymoon. After I finally managed to persuade the two to leave me and my new step sister home, I slipped my Ipod into my pocket. Now with the parents gone, I can finally go out and jog a little bit. Trust me; I really needed this time to myself since my newest sibling was not something I could be trusted with. I have to admit, I had no feelings of warmth towards her, at least up until I stepped into the bathroom. I curse myself for not knocking first, but I’m still getting use to the whole being-with-others thing. You can’t really blame me, right? Ehis just happened to step out right as I stepped in. Let’s just be glad she had a towel to cover up the parts I wasn’t supposed to see. That isn’t the bad thing, though. The terrible thing was that I just stood there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open in disbelief. Ha, I really couldn’t help it. She had some nice curves, but I shouldn’t be thinking like that at all. She’s basically family to me because of my father marrying her mother. I shouldn’t have these thoughts hanging in my mind, but I do. So I went for a jog to get her picture out of my head. I feel ashamed now that I think of it now. I keep attempting to go into the bathroom to see her again, but she discovered the lock. The blaring music in my ears drowns out the sounds of Tokyo around me, and I’m a bit surprised one of my friends doesn’t meet me up there. It seems they are too busy for me now-a-days, but I don’t really mind. Silence is actually appreciated to me, but I’m not so sure about it right now. As I jog now, I can feel my mood dampening at the thought of not having a person to tell about the whole situation I have stuck myself in. Oh why couldn’t I have been born into another Japanese family?


It would be better than falling in love with my stepsister and that’s for sure. I know I will soon regret that but for now; I keep my dark brown eyes on the road ahead of me as I pump my legs faster. Just thinking about it rushes my adrenaline, and I seem to shoot forward in what I know is an uneven pace. It’s bad for my heart, but I can already feel the heat in various body parts that could produce sweat, and I would rather not greet my stepsister in the morning with a smell that can make a nun swear. Isn’t that what those Americans call them? You see, I don’t understand their culture, nor do I understand anything about the European culture. The only thing I get from them is that they are confused with their ethnicities. One of the first things I was told by an American tourist was what a cute Asian boy I would grow up to be. No, I assure you that I was born and raised in Japan, and I cannot be mixed with someone that doesn’t look anything like me. Just at this thought makes my heart accelerate with frustration towards the stupid Americans. How foolish! It seems I’m too wrapped up in my thoughts to notice that I have now arrived to my house. Though, my mind isn’t in reality, my legs obviously are. They are working their hardest to help me up the stairs to my bedroom where I soon pick out my traditional clothing. By traditional I mean the blue jeans that most people wear. Yes, I might live in Japan, but I’m showered with gifts from all around the world, and I like to show those off. Unfortunately, I can’t afford much of our own brand name jeans in Tokyo, which is the only downfall of being almost nineteen and jobless. I cringe lightly at the thought of this since the majority of my friends have managed to score good paying jobs that make me blue with envy. Or am I suppose to be green? I like blue better, so I just randomly decide that I am blue with envy. Americans and their silly language. I do not understand anything about them, but I don’t have to worry about that. Luckily, I have to worry about those charming Europeans with their silly traditions. Maybe I should question my new sibling about this? This is a thought, but I should probably get to the shower soon since I can feel the sweat dripping off me. I really do not believe this is healthy, so I soon find myself turning on the hot water in the bathroom.

I really should hurry up with it since I can smell myself. This shouldn’t take long, but I hope that Ehis can hold off a little bit until after I wash the stench off of my body. Maybe I should lock the door? My hand pauses a little bit as I think back to what all might happen if I don’t. If I don’t, she’ll just hear the water and that should hint to her that the bathroom is occupied. I hope, at least, but I have a few doubts in my mind. Would it really hurt for her to see me naked? My mind ponders this thought for a moment, but I gently glide my hands underneath my shirt and soon I’m slipping into the sheets of falling water. What I love about showers is how hot and soothing they really are. My legs feel like jelly, but I press my fingertips against the wall so I can lean a little bit. My showers usually don’t take too long, but I have a small feeling that I should wait just a bit. I’m not sure why, but I’m sort of anxious to figure out what this feeling is pulling me towards. Curiosity bubbles inside of me as I finally get done with my neat little shower. Moving my hair a little bit, I finally step out onto the cold tile beneath my feet. I have a slight urge to gasp, but I know that I should take this coldness like a man. It would be the honorable thing to do. As my fingertips move out to take the cloth of the towel in my hands, I feel a sudden burst of cold air push into me. The goose bumps spread throughout my body as I instantly look up to see none other than my stepsister. How great, huh? I’m too shocked to cover up myself but in a flash the cloth is around my body to help cover up the glistening body parts. I wouldn’t have minded if my towel had been wrapped around my waist, but I had been foolish enough to leave it off. Bearing myself to my stepsister wasn’t something I had in mind, but I had been graced with that little detail today. The sudden sound of words fill the bathroom, but it doesn’t cover up the sudden embarrassment I feel creeping up my pale cheeks. My eyes flicker over towards the window of the bathroom as I pray for this awkward moment to blow over.

Thankfully, I soon detect the sudden closing of the bathroom door as the familiar coldness rushes towards my body in a chilly wind. Damn that door and today for all I care. I feel frustrated with myself for making her feel even more uncomfortable around me since I’m sure she’s convinced I’m a pervert for trying to walk in the bathroom on her. I can’t really help that, but I should learn some sense of self-control. It’s hard when I find her so appealing. Shaking these thoughts out of my head, I soon pull my clothing on over my head before running a comb through my hair. I don’t bother straightening it since my hair is natural like that, but I try to look decent since I would be presenting myself to my new sister. This might make things awkward, but I really do need to let her know I don’t mind that she walked in on me. Though, I should probably leave out that I would like her to do it again. Then I would just sound like some creep that was attempting to stalk her. I don’t want to be known as the creepy stepbrother. A light sigh escapes my lips as I stumble to the doorway of Ehis’ room. For a moment, I contemplate the thought of going back to my room, but I stand my ground since I need to talk to her a little bit. Get to know her and learn things a sibling should learn. Hopefully, I can keep my dirty thoughts to myself, and I pray that I will. “Ehis?” I call out a little bit hopeful that she’ll come out and talk to me face-to-face. I understand if she was flustered about the whole ordeal, but I just don’t understand why she bothered to lock herself in the room. She had to see me one way or another. I agree that it will be a bit hesitant to talk about for a moment, but I can hopefully break the barrier. Maybe, just maybe, I will be able to get the girl to think differently of me. After all, I’m not some pig-headed jerk that is constantly walking in on girls in the shower.
OOC
さようなら;; Goodbye

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RUNAWAYCOKEj e s s i c a xxx a d r i a n xxx j o r d a n xxx k e l l a n

Jessica Kellan happened to be hunched over the daily newspaper as her eyes scanned the headlines for anything interesting to read. Her slender finger tapped lightly on the coffee mug that contained steaming coffee fresh from the coffeemaker. This was the girl’s daily routine in the morning. Nothing seemed to change since she was always attempting to do the same thing everyday. It had been a habit of hers for sometime now, and she couldn’t seem to shake it. Running her fingers through the dirty blonde hair, she let a small sigh slip from her pinkish lips as she turned her attention to the flickering television in front of her. The same monotone newsperson appeared as Jessica felt a yawn building up inside of her. Why couldn’t there be some excitement? She didn’t really know, but she knew it was sometimes a good thing. Though, right now she wanted something to suddenly surprise her. Something out of the ordinary, but it wasn’t possible in the small town in Oklahoma. Why? Because nothing ever thrilling happened in her life since she had always been a boring person. At least that is what she had convinced herself to be as. Ever since her ex friend left her, everything seemed dull.

Of course, Jesse wouldn’t admit that one up to anyone. It wasn’t something she liked to do since her dear friend was no longer close to her heart like she had been. She didn’t know when they had started to drift apart, but her worst fears had come true when she felt that she was no longer needed in Vivianne’s life. She tried to take it lightly, but she could feel her insides crumbling that day, but she did the only thing that was logical to her. She ended their friendship with a few regrets in her head, but she got over it. Now, a couple of months later, she was perfectly fine. College was going great when she attended it on the weekend. Work was laboring, but she struggled through it to earn the money she needed. It helped her afford the cozy apartment that she woke up to often. It might be a bit colder than she liked it in the winter, but she survived and paid the bill on time. She even managed to make friends with some of the people that lived around her. Life was going good. Wait, scratch that. Life was going great for Jesse, and she couldn’t be happier.

The only thing missing happened to be the thing she wanted to wake up to everyday. Jesse was never a girl to think prince charming was going to sweep her off her feet, but she wanted someone like that. The funny thing was, she wasn’t looking for that special male to steal her heart from her. She was more interested in those little damsels. To those who didn’t know her, they found this little interest a bit frightening, but it was the normal thing for her. She was your typical bisexual girl, but she preferred other girls. They were so much better than those icky boys. They only went after what was in your pants when girls were much more loving. Sipping a little bit on her coffee, Jesse found herself growing a bit bored with everything this morning. The bitter taste left in her mouth seemed to cause her to scowl a little bit as she managed to push herself out of the chair. Loose strands of hair hung down to her shoulders as she managed to shuffle her way into the kitchen of her apartment.




xx>You shouldn't have bothered to come back.
xx>When I told you I hate you...
xx>I meant it but I'm rethinking everything
xx>The passion is building up once more
xx>Spilling over is what I'm afraid of

[Runaway_Coke17]

βαвү, do you believe in love at first sight?
Or should I ѡɑʟҡ by again?

Even before Alexander made his way up to the female, he could tell there was an awkward silence between the two. That was pretty strange since Becca had always been a pretty talkative girl. She never let a conversation die, which was why he loved talking to his cousin. The only thing he hated was how easy she made it look to be someone who slept around. It seemed being whores ran through his family. Becca made sleeping around seem so easy, but it was harder than most people figured it was. You had to play it safe and make sure you leave the girl hanging for a little while before going back for a little bit more. You had to make sure you used the right words to persuade them out of their clothes. In other words, it was harder than it seemed, but he managed to get them out and ready for some fun in minutes. It was easier now that he had done it more than a few times.

When he finally heard the girl speak towards him, a small smile curled his lip up as he moved a few strands of loose hair out of his gleaming eyes. This was just a little bit too easier. He had already managed to get her to laugh at something he didn’t even mean to do. “Good, I don’t want you mad at me on the first day. It would be sort of heartbreaking, ya know?” He tilted his head a little bit as a soft laugh slipped from his lips before his eyes darted over towards his cousin. Alex was a bit surprised not to see Ryan beside her as usual. He must still be a bit sore from her pushing him away for another guy. The poor, love-struck teenager just didn’t understand. “What? Wow, time flies by when you’re having fun.” Throwing a small wink over towards Dani, he turned his attention to his cousin when she began to speak. Of course, she’s always leading the parade. “Oh! Hey, I have him next period. Want to walk with me?” Feeling his phone vibrate, he took it out before glancing coolly at the text.

Too late. I've got this one. Maybe next time.
--ALEXtheGREAT--


Catching Ryan’s eyes from the table a little ways from them, he shot him a small of satisfaction. The kid was always coming in last to Alex. It was a normal thing for him to lose since he was the one to get just the hot ones. Alex usually managed to snag the stunning ones, and Dani sure was one. He wasn’t going to let her go to someone like his best friend. Chuckling lightly when his friend butted into the conversation, he knew that Ryan was just trying to attempt to charm the new girl into thinking that he was actually passing his classes. In reality, he wasn’t passing all but gym and reading. Ha, the only ones that weren’t fooled happened to be Rebecca and himself, who knew he wasn’t close to being smarter than them. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let your head get too big.” Alex muttered sort of stiffening at the fact of actually having his friend try to hit on the same girl he wanted. It just wasn’t possible for him to have her. Ryan just wanted her to help him get his mind off of Rebecca for a little while; a booty call. He actually wanted her for sex, but it was a lot better than being used for something pathetic. Sex wasn’t pathetic and no one could argue with that. “Hey, Becca. Where were you last night? My mom wanted to take you out for something. Probably finally managed to get the nerve to mention sex around you. She’s so sensitive about the subject.” That was the only thing his parents seemed to have trouble actually mentioning— much less talking about — with them.

Alex knew his mother would probably drop down dead if she realized her son was bringing around girls at night. Of course, his parents didn’t know that since they usually snuck in through the window, or they were out of town. That was what he loved the most about his parents since they disappeared on vacations and busy meetings often. It usually gave him and Becca time to their selves and a few other selected people. Tuning into the conversation once again, he felt a surge of lust overcome him when he heard her name. Daniella was such a sexy name, then again it was probably because his hormones were on the run. He couldn’t help it, though. It was probably because he could practically sense she was a virgin. Call a gift, but he had a hunch she hadn’t been popped yet, and it was his jump to make the new girl happy. Keep her entertained with ways that would send her screaming but in a good way. “Don’t worry, Ryan. I’ll keep her company. I have a class on that hall.” He felt a surge of triumph through him since Ryan wouldn’t be able to lay his hands on her. At least not until Alex had his fun with her. “You do that good, huh, Alex?” There was a bit of sarcasm laced in Ryan’s words, but he knew his friend would get over it. There were plenty of girls out there, and he was messing around with his cousin, which was why he wanted Dani. “It can’t wait?” He sensed the matter was important since Rebecca had interrupted their little discussion to drag him away from them. This was definitely an important issue. Great.

Alex hated being away from Dani and Ryan since it made him feel a bit uneasy. With his luck, the other male would get a bit too jealous and start spitting out about how he slept around with everyone. Honestly, he knew Ryan couldn’t say anything without criticizing himself. They were friends, so Alex’s actions seemed rub off on his friend. Turning his attention to the female, he listened quietly to her words as a slight scowl settled on his lips. Would he really risk his room just for a girl’s innocence? You better believe it. “I thought she was a virgin. She seems like it, and I like a challenge.” He paused for a moment as he let his cousin’s other words sink into him before chuckling lightly. This was way too easy for him. It wouldn’t take but a date or two and some of his charming words to have her begging for him to take it all away from her. He found it sort of cute that she was still a virgin and saving herself for that one person. If you asked Becca, though, she probably would’ve scorned the girl to death. He was a bit surprised to realize that she hadn’t started a riot against the poor virgin. “She won’t be a virgin for too long, and I’ll take that time to think about what I want from you.” He knew this challenge would be way too easy to pass up. It was something he was good at, and he wasn’t going to doubt his ways, and he wasn’t going to lose his room. "You better believe I’m taking this challenge.” Alex answered confidently with a smirk draw on his lips. How could she even ask him such a question when she knew his answer? The new girl might be smart, but he doubted she would catch on to the whole bet Becca had decided on. Even if she did, he could play the whole I-love-you card and hope to charm her heart. Ha, this was just too easy. “This will be a piece of cake.”

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Lying won't help you now doll!

jordans h a yjameston

the druggie who likes to hit g i r l s named D a h l i a

D a h l i a doll I l o v e you.

Can you believe what I just said?
L o v e only means more hitting for you.
Forgive me for I have s i n n e d

Jordan wasn’t too sure that he was scaring his beloved Dahlia. As of now, he was growing slightly bored that his pray wasn’t fighting back. It might be twisted, but he loved it whenever she tried to run or struggle against him. It only made the desire to hurt her peak, and it only made it harder on her part. Honestly, he could go for a very good fight. She was keeping him from Dee, and he wanted his round with her. When he detected a light sigh coming from Dahlia, he followed her gaze to the door. A small smile crawled on his lips when he realized that her mother probably wouldn’t care about anything if she accidentally stumbled on the scene. If anything she might guess that they were planning on doing something that needed to be carried to the bedroom, which she would interrupt immediately. Jordan didn’t understand how Dahlia’s mom actually wanted her to be with another girl. He knew she had disapproved of the little relationship between them, but he didn’t know how she could expect her to find happiness with a girl. It was pretty bad when you lost your girlfriend to a guy, but he was a bit afraid to actually think of what would happen if he lost her to another chick. He would most likely be ridiculed for life if the other kids dared to mock him. He really doubted that would even attempt to open their mouths about it since he had connection with older people that could easily force the kids into talking. His attention soon turned to the girl he had pinned against the wall as he searched her expression for any signs of his words rubbing up against her. Seeing none, he started to grow a bit worried that his threatening was going right over her head. If she even thought that he wouldn’t go through with the majority of his threats, she was sadly mistaken. All it took were a few words, and he would snap. It would automatically cause some sort of mental stability to collapse and cause him to go off. It wouldn’t be too happy on both of their parts. Jordan knew he would end up going off on Dahlia and possible hitting her when he felt like losing some steam. Either that or he would end up going off on Zoe in front of Dee, which could possibly end in disaster. Sure, some knew about his harsh words and actions, but he doubted they expected that most of Dahlia’s bruises had come from him. They had always covered them up and made up little stupid excuses about how she fell or accidentally cut herself. It was the usually batch of excuses for the couple, but he knew soon she would get tired of being the victim. Several things might happen; she’ll turn the tables on him, she’ll end up breaking up with him, or he would lose her to Frankie. Now that wouldn’t be too good on his behalf. He would be too embarrassed, and angered, to even watch the new couple. The only good thing that would come out of it for little Jordan was the fact that he was now willing to get a new sex toy girlfriend. It would leave him opened for Dee or some other girl that was willing to go out with him.

The sudden feminine voice reached his ears as he turned his icy eyes towards her. His passive glare only seemed to deepen when he realized that she hadn’t been paying attention to him. Well…that sucked. A frown settled on Jordan’s facial features at his girlfriend’s words. He was only half-paying attention since he was still fuming about the whole thing with her not turning her full attention on him. His words had meant to cut her like knives and slice the delicate feelings of hers, but she seemed stronger than that. In fact, she seemed more confident than usually, which was starting to rub him the wrong way. Normally, (when he wasn’t mad at her) he would love this new, feisty Dahlia, but he didn’t really like it. She was starting to cramp his style and actually made him doubt the power he had over her, but he knew she was having help. Probably something he didn’t know about, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. For now, that one would remain a mystery. When she said Jojo, he gritted his teeth together as his hands balled up into fists at the thought of actually being called that. He hated that name with a burning passion that nobody could put out. It made him feel all young and weak, and he absolutely hate that feeling. His sanity really snapped when she mentioned his little addiction to the drugs. The sudden rush of panic filled him as he opened his mouth to deny everything she had said. “I’m not addicted. I can quit anytime I feel like it.” Jordan knew he was addicted to the drugs, but his body just hadn’t informed his mind as of yet. It was his fault for abusing the drugs, and he actually wished his girlfriend was addicted to something. Anything. Crack, cocaine, pills, or even sex. He didn’t really care—especially if it happened to be the sex she was addicted to. As long as she wanted that, he would give it to her no matter what. That was the only exciting thing of them all since crack and cocaine wasn’t something that thrilled him all that much. He liked the stuff that actually gave you adrenaline to get up and run around the United States. That was always the entertaining stuff. Pills were something Jordan never bothered to mess around with. He knew how dangerous those were the things that didn’t need to be overdosed on. It could stop your breathing and cause death if you took more than suggested. That would suck to die. Even if they fought all the time, he still had one part of his hard heart that melted whenever he realized he was with Dahlia. It was something that had always remained in his heart, but he buried it under years of drug usage and hatred towards his family, and it only needed to come out sometimes. “Go visit him. See if I care. It would give me time to take a lot of girls out. They’re more willing to lose everything than you are. ******** b***h.” The last part he muttered more to himself than anything else since he was a bit bothered by what she had said. She hated her father and so did he. Even if he didn’t meet the guy, he just didn’t feel like Dahlia was safe around him. It would be better than getting hit, but he knew her father would do so much more than he does. “My family isn’t complicated.” He muttered out to no one as he let his mind slip off the whole subject of Dahlia. It wasn’t something he was attempting to focus on right now.

It was until he felt hands on his chest that he realized Dahlia was in the room with him. Jordan wasn’t really expecting anything from her but maybe an apology along with a kiss. So it startled him when all her weight was suddenly force on him as he toppled backwards into the clothes. The unexpected move put his mind back for a moment as he finally saw her move from the rooted spot in front of him. The sudden pressure on his pelvis gave it away that she was now sitting on him. The anger he felt towards her seemed to melt away as he tried his best to keep himself decent. After all, they were on clean clothing, but he could still feel his hormones lusting for her. He was still a bit dazed when he heard her ask if he was mad. Of course not. That was obvious, but he tried not to give it away when he went to answer. Before he could, though, he felt her lips on his along with the cool metal of his piercing against both of their skin. It was like bliss, but he wouldn’t admit it since he was still trying to convince himself that he was pissed no matter what she did. The coolness of her tongue suddenly on his skin made Jordan chuckle lightly as he relaxed a little bit underneath her. Deciding this would be the best time to reply, he gave a stiff nod before opening his mouth to speak. “Times like these, I can’t be mad. You’re too damn seductive to resist.” He wanted so bad to just press her into the clothes and go for a round two, but he wasn’t sure she would let him. As far as he knew, their hormones were both going haywire at the moment. He could still feel her breath on his neck as he tried to even his beating heart that seemed to accelerate with Dahlia’s ever move. Jordan couldn’t help but feel a bit turned on by the flirty girl as he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck. “What the he-?” He didn’t bother finishing his sentence since the flood of pain had made it into his mind. He didn’t really want to give her the satisfaction of being able to cause him pain, which was why he tried his best to suppress a yell. When she finally lifted her head from his neck, Jordan could see a few spots of blood on her lip which only seemed to drive him into lust. Even if she caused pain, he couldn’t find a way to actually make himself angry with her. It was just too hot for him to put into words. The light movements across his now-bare torso didn’t bother him as he gentle lifted himself up as he placed his other leg against Dahlia’s side. Running his finger across her cheek, he lifted up her head a little bit before leaning his forehead against hers. “If you weren’t turning me on right now, I’d probably hurt you for biting me.” He knew what he was saying was true, but he didn’t bother carrying out anything as he pressed his lips against Dahlia’s.

Just give into her Jordan. She’s too charming for you to let go.

[Runaway_Coke17]

Dantilo Kellan Jarod

[Runaway_Coke17]

F U C K it give me the M O N E Y!

michaeld o n a v a ngordon

the agressive thief with a m e a n attitude

S C R E W you L O V E.

Don't bother taming this beast
I'm not one you can tame with love.
just let me run buck f u c k i n g crazy

This is ******** boring. A male with his hair loosely tucked underneath a baseball cap leaned against the wall of the apartments. It was true that he lived there, but he needed a smoke break. The cigarette seemed to hang limply from his lips as the white part of the cigarette touched his snakebite planted beneath his lips. Oh, how he needed to change those from the normal, round balls to something more thrilling. Something to actually make the guys and girls holler. That was always fun. A small grin had settled on his lips as he kicked at the rocks that managed to squeeze themselves out of the concrete. Michael Donovan Gordon wanted nothing more than to get the party started. Booze and drugs were a definite variable in their equation since him and the other two were known for that. His partners in crime. One was a robber, one happened to drink and have sex nearly everyday, and then there was him. He was the only innocent-looking one of them all. Of course, looks were deceiving and for him; this happened often. At first glance, he would seem like a jolly fellow that lived with some of his buddies and worked at one of the local restaurants. Those who knew them knew he was far from the word innocent. The thief not only stole things from people who trusted him, but he also caused many disputes to liven up the little crime. It was always fun to have someone struggle against you. Especially if it was a guy. Sure, Donny went for the girls to, but he found the guys a lot more interesting. Less drama and much more easier to flirt with. It was a natural thing to flirt with other guys, and it was easy since he was living with New York’s biggest man whore. If you didn’t flirt with him, you just had to be straight. There was nothing wrong with that, but who could resist that adorable face?

Donny scuffed a little bit when he recognized one of the men that had been hanging out the apartment lately. He never stayed over a couple of hours, but he didn’t pay too much attention to the older man. He probably had another person he was seeing or dong something with Andy. A stab of jealous shot through him when he thought about how many guys possible had slept with the other male. Living with him made it hard to bare the thought of doing anything more than possible touching, but Andy always seemed to bring surprises. Blowing out a puff of smoke, the male shivered violently before rubbing his hands over his arms that were now covered with little goose bumps. They needed money sooner or later to buy thicker clothes, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to do it besides pick-pocketing. That was always fun unless the cops realized what you were doing and came after you. So far, his friends had been successful in hiding from the police. All their petty crimes were covered up pretty easily, and they left barely any evidence. At least he hoped they barely left any. The dirty blonde male played lightly with a strand of his hair as he pulled the jacket closer to his body in hope to warm himself up. Finally managing to get himself comfortable, he decided that it would be best to go inside. Donny needed some reassurance that his friend wasn’t sleeping with someone today. If he was, he would bite back whatever sarcasm or bitterness he had towards Andy and the other person. Andy wasn’t the only person that he had developed feelings towards. Some of the guys in the apartments with them were pretty cute, but he was never sure. What if they decided to tell the cops? That was his main fear, and it was only because he would never imagine himself in a place like a prison. It just wasn’t going to happen, sorry.

Finally managing to stumble up to his apartment room, the male didn’t bother telling anyone he was back as he flicked the cigarette off towards the side before sitting down outside of the door. For some reason, he knew he probably shouldn’t go inside to hear what might have been going on in the other room with Andy. Donny never gave his heart to any boy, but he did have to admit up to his small feelings towards Andy. He doubted he would pursue those silly thoughts, but he was taking an interest in one of the guys that had an apartment upstairs. He had managed to capture the thief’s small attention span, but he wasn’t going to tell anyone that dirty little secret. His heart was made of pure stone, which is how he liked it to be since he would rather not feel some silly thing like love. Was it even real? He didn’t know nor did he really care as he tilted his head back a bit to stare at the ceiling above him. One of his hands picked at the snakebites beneath his pale lips while the other gripped onto the jacket to help keep his body heat from escaping. The passive eyes soon liquefied into more gleaming ones when he realized that the male he had seen just left their apartment. Which meant Andy was alone and successful with whatever he did. Hopefully he managed to get his share of the rent since payment was coming up. Oh great. He had almost forgotten that. Donny didn’t really know what he should do for rent this time. Breaking into a house sounded intruiging, but he sort of wanted to hack into someone’s bank account again. That way he could drain them of whatever money he could scrape up without getting caught. Nearly jumping to his feet, the male had to hang onto the doorframe for a split moment to help balance himself. He didn’t know why, but he was eager to find out what all Andy had stolen from the punk.

“Wasn’t he a stunner? What did you get from him?” Donny tried to conceal the curiosity that was beginning to leak into his voice but failed miserably. Smooth Donny smooth. The male lightly scowled at himself for letting his emotions get a little too out of hand. He hated when tiny things seemed to suddenly get his heart beating more than it probably should be. He always seemed to get too worked up about the little things like that, and he tried to mask it with another emotion. Sometimes it worked, but it happened to fail him today. “Please tell me the guy was rich and you got his keys to the fancy sport car he owns.” Now he was just teasing Andy a bit. Why not have a little fun? He wasn’t going to cause too much mischief between them two. He would rather not have his friend pissed off because of playful words. “I agree with Derrik. You’ll get a disease, and I ain’t paying your hospital bill.” A teasing smirk pulled at his lips as he brushed a few strands of hair behind his ear before catching the quiet voice from the guy that had just entered the home. “Nice of you to join us Chris. I should call you Crissy from now on.” No, Donny was definitely kidding on this one. Chrissy sounded like a pet name or something like that, and Chris wasn’t his sex toy. He wasn’t going to waste unneeded words on the male. Though, he was a good-looking little male. Still there was something he couldn’t put his finger on, but he didn’t bother. He had booze and guys on his mind now and that was all that really belonged in his cluttered head. “Pass me a beer, will ya?”

[Runaway_Coke17]

βαвү, don't believe them. They don't know what true love is.
Take a bite of the ғѳʀʙɪɗɗɘɳ fruit. It won't hurt to try it.

Nicholi didn’t really like standing there in front of them. He felt a bit awkward just sitting there in his little coat with a bottle of water in his hand. It was just his luck to be in this position, though. He still didn’t know his new stepsister’s name, but he wasn’t really concerned with that. He was too busy pulling at the hood on his coat to keep his mind preoccupied when the silence engulfed the room. He wanted to speak up but instead he pressed his lips together to force himself from blabbing about something nobody wanted to hear. After all, he doubted they would care if there happened to be seals in Alaska. What sucked the most were the weird days they seemed to have. This week, though, the sun was out twenty-four seven, and you could rarely get any sleep in. The sun was just a bit too powerful since you were still stunned by it after living in the dark for nearly a month or so. The whole schedule messed you up and it sometimes sucked since he had school the next day. Some nights he slept all the way through without a problem but other times he tossed and turned in his bed because slivers of light had managed to slip into his room. The sun was just too lit up for him to ignore on those nights. The thing that bugged him the most were when people in other states were convinced that Alaskans lived in igloos and chased after caribou with sticks. That always grinded on the wrong nerve. Cole didn’t understand how uninformed people could actually be sometimes. A light chuckle escaped from his lips when he thought about his father the first time they had moved here. He had only been five at the time, but he could still remember the old man’s words. They had made him laugh a little bit when he was younger, but he now fully understood them. Those damn Eskimos better keep away from my igloo. Can’t get any of my caribou. The words still echoed in the male’s head as he turned his attention over towards the females in front of him. Taking a swift glance at his dad, he could see the beaming smile on his face as he looked over the little family in front of him. Normally, he probably would have disapproved of his father’s sudden choice to move them all in, but he couldn’t deny his father’s happiness. Cole would feel guilty if he shattered whatever joy his father was feeling by being a bad influence or rude to the others. His father would definitely scowl at those actions of his. Suddenly hearing the voice of the younger female, he lifted his eyes from the ground as he attempted to look at her. It was hard, so he tried his best to keep his eyes focused on her instead of having them wander off a lot. Hearing what she said, he tried to think up a nice name for her at least until her mother butted in. When she revealed the girl’s real name, he concluded that it might be best just to go with what she said. Tomorrow was a very strange name, but he liked the uniqueness to it all. It wasn’t a common name but neither was his name. “I’ll call you…” He trailed off a little bit as he suddenly turned his eyes towards his dad before glancing at the clock on the counter. The bright green digits showed that it was exactly thirty minutes before seven o’ clock. That was great. Cole hoped that his father would let him go out with his friends to one of the parties they were throwing. It would be fun, but he knew his father wouldn’t budge. Plus, he wasn’t very sure that he should go with his step sibling being here and all. Maybe she would want to come? He shrugged the thought off knowing that it wouldn’t be very fun to have to keep her away from all of those assertive boys. They would only want one thing from her; sex. He shuddered lightly at the thought of trying to shoo the pig-headed boys away from the girl since it would cause several fights. Drunk guys plus a possibly-drunk girl never made a very good combination since one ended up taking advantage of the other. He wouldn’t really look forward to telling his dad that his new stepsister had managed to get knocked up because of his careless blunders.

That would suck major balls since he would be forced into his room up until he made it out of college. If his father didn’t murder him first. Watching Tomorrow slip upstairs, he mustered up whatever courage he had and turned towards his father. Clearing his throat a little bit, he watched his father turn towards him as a stern look crossed over his face. s**t. What did I do? Nicholi thought bewildered as he pulled nervously at his snakebite beneath his lip. “Dad? The guys are having a party tonight, and I was wondering if I could go.” The frown lines in his father’s face deepened thoughtfully as the pulling continued to grow more frequent and had now begun to pain him a little bit. He hated when his father seemed to keep him in suspense about his reply towards his questions. When the creases smooth out, the young male could feel the beating in his chest as his heart seemed to thump more and more due to the edginess he was feeling. He could practically taste the nervousness in the air, and he prayed that his father could sense it. “No. You need to show Tomorrow around. Go out to dinner with her and actually get to know your new sibling. Unless she wants to go to the party also.” With the final statement being said, he felt a small sliver of hope rise inside of him. Cole just wanted to go to the party to chat with some of his friends but his dad was right. He needed to get to know his stepsister better, which would be fun. By the looks of her, she seemed to be almost as fun-loving as all the others he knew. Then again, you couldn’t judge a book by the cover. If she happened to hate him forever, he wouldn’t hold it against her. They were forced to know each other since their parents were now married to each other, and it wasn’t something he was too excited about. Getting another sister was pretty sweet in his mind. He had spent several years hoping and wishing that the Lord would grace him with another chance to be an older brother, and it seemed to have come true. At least he was pretty sure that Tomorrow was younger than him. Oh wait! Cole suddenly seemed to come up with a random name for her. She seemed to be holding something cuddle, but he wasn’t quite sure what the hell it had been. Maybe he should call her bear? Or some other name that she might approve of. Hmm….maybe Tom? He wasn’t sure if Tom would fit with her since she probably didn’t want to be known as a boy. Or have a boy name for that matter. Nibbling on his lip lightly, he soon found himself wandering towards the staircase that lead up to his room. He had seen Tomorrow disappear up there, and he was a bit curious as to what she thought about her new room. Pink was a good color for girls or at least he thought so. Then again Cole didn’t always know what some girls liked. Some like the color black while the others liked the color red. It was confusing sometimes, but he hoped Tomorrow would keep the wall color. It always reminded him of his sister for some reason. He guessed that it was because pink was her favorite color. Stumbling up the stairs a couple of times, he managed to make it to the pink room without hurting himself. Wow, that was a first. His chest moved up and down as his breathing seemed to speed up with the thought of actually entering the room. It had been his dad’s duty to clean out all of the kiddy stuff from the room since Cole wasn’t going to touch anything. The memories were too clear and the pain was still freshly cut inside of him. He was determined not to enter the room again but yet, he stood in front of the doorway. His hand rested lightly on the doorframe as his head was invaded with thoughts of his younger sister as he peeped into the room. His eyes slightly widened in disbelief when he realized how empty the room actually seemed. The walls were just a plain pink color and the bed had been stripped of the teddy bear covers that his sister had cried over when she realized she had cancer. It was like the world was ending, and it was tumbling down in front of them all.

Just the thought of his younger sister with tears streaming down his face actually made him die a little inside. He wanted to just crawl back into the bed and never come out. Her death had been peaceful since she died in her sleep, but it had hit him harder than anyone since they had been close to each other. Steadying his breathing, the male supported himself by the frame of the door to keep himself from falling down or some other thing that would embarrass him. Nicholi hated feeling the vulnerable pang through his body at the thought of the younger female. It made him feel sick to his stomach that she had suffered all the time with the chemotherapy that didn’t even help her. Pushing himself into the room, he listened to the fading footsteps of their parents walking together. His dad was either showing her mom where he kept all the hunting guns or the bed in their new bedroom. He guessed the latter. Just at the thought of older people having sex popped into his mind as a few laughs slipped from his lips. “Sorry, I was just thinking about something.” He apologized lightly towards Tomorrow, hoping that she didn’t think he was chuckling at her. That wouldn’t be too good since he didn’t want to set off on the wrong foot. After all, she needed help knowing which girl she could trust with make-up tips. If she wanted that advice, he wished her luck since most of the Alaskans didn’t bother putting on special make-up. Some did but most would complain about how it froze to your face or did something weird when snow landed on their face. Speaking of the snow, he instantly turned his head towards the window which held a small view of the woods beside their house. The only thing Cole loved about that window was how you could watch the piles of snow settle onto the branches. That was originally going to be his room at least until he discovered that the sun shined directly into the room. “You know, you could get one of the other rooms downstairs. Or we could switch? The sun shines brighter in here than the rest of the house. I guess it is because the window faces the direction of the sun….” He trailed off since he realized how nervous he was making himself as he stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets. The light sweater he wore didn’t do much against the chilliness that had settled onto his skin, but he guessed it was just his nerves. He didn’t understand why, but he was beginning to actually feel nervous around Tomorrow. It wasn’t like the kind of nervousness you felt when you were around the one you liked but more like when you talked to a new person. You were too afraid to speak up about something because you weren’t sure if it would offend them or not. Like I said, he didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with Tomorrow. It wouldn’t end up too good for them since they would really mean it when they told people they hated each other. Cole wouldn’t want that to happy since he was still determined to keep his beaming father happy. Even if it meant becoming friends with his newest sex toy. His new step mother would be a challenge since he wasn’t looking forward to being friendly towards her. Well, she had made his dad bouncier than before. Maybe he should respect the older female? Cole decided to leave that one undecided as he probed his mind for something that would ease the tension he felt. What was wrong with him? Any other day he would be shooting jokes off left and right as he flirted with the girl. That was the thing, though. He didn’t really find any attraction towards Tomorrow than the fact that she was adorable. He had to give her props for that, but he would try anything with her. They weren’t related, but it would feel bizarre hitting on your stepsister. “Your name is Tomorrow, right?” Wow, that was an icebreaker! He felt like an idiot asking her this, but Cole couldn’t come up with anything else. Glancing around the room, his gaze swept past a few of the stray teddy bears that he been left behind as he plucked one off the shelf beside him. A small smile settled on his lips when he thought about the teddy bear’s owner. If he wasn’t mistaken, this teddy bear happened to be named Kay-Kay. Or at least that was the nickname for it.

Placing the teddy bear back onto the shelf, the male turned his gaze back towards Tomorrow as he rubbed his fingertips together. The softness of the fur still lingered on his fingers as he searched for another question when he didn’t receive a response. He wouldn’t blame her if she hated him, but he didn’t understand why they couldn’t at least be civilized towards each other. Pretty soon she would have to speak to him sooner or later when he began to carry her boxes upstairs. Glancing at the watch wrapped around his wrist, he prayed that his friends would forgive him for skipping out on them. Unless…he could get Tomorrow to go with him! This would probably be a good time for him to mention that little detail, but he wasn’t sure whether or not she would want to go. Her appearance suggested otherwise, though. Idly pondering the thought of actually asking her to go to a party filled with strangers. Hopefully Anthony wouldn’t be there to ruin Nicholi’s night. Anthony had always managed to worm his way into his life some how or another. He wouldn’t doubt it if the snake tried to charm his stepsister. It wouldn’t make him jealous, but it would definitely set something off inside of him. Anthony was the last person he wanted to see Tomorrow with. If she wanted a boyfriend then he could introduce her to his lovely friend Max. The guy could practically make any straight guy go gay but there was one problem. The male happened to be homosexual and found girls as friends and nothing more. Running his fingers through the light brown strands, he finally thought of something that he could say without accidentally offending her. “Isn’t the snow pretty? Glittery and s**t. Pardon my French there. I guess I just find it cool…” He managed to get the little sentences out as he thought of some way to slip the party into the conversation. He had just coming right out and asking to go somewhere. It seemed a bit rude plus he wasn’t sure how Tomorrow might take it. “Hmm…do you like parties? I know this awesome party one of my friends is throwing if you want to come with me?” He meant to sound a little bit smoother with his words, but it had come out more as a question. Maybe she didn’t want to go? She did just get there, but he just thought he would offer that one up to her. If she didn’t want to go then he would just see what else she wanted to do. They could walk in the snow a little bit and even go into the woods. It would be colder there, but it would be a lot warmer at the party. There weren’t a lot of teenagers to throw a humongous party, but it was enough to play spin the bottle and stuff like that. Drinking games were common since getting wasted was an option if the keg didn’t freeze. In Alaska, you didn’t have to worry about those cops out looking for drunks after dark. There were a lot of residents in their area, and it didn’t really call for a lot of law enforcement. Another funny thing about being one of the few to live in Alaska was the lack of teachers. They only had two teachers that taught them, and their school looked more like one of the two roomed buildings you saw. It was crappy, but it would do for their small community. “There aren’t a lot of teenagers here, but I thought I would let you get to know the few brave ones that settled here.” He mumbled lightly as Cole shot her a smile that revealed his teeth in a warm way. He could feel the suspense settling on him when he thought about going to a party with her. What would happen? He wasn’t even sure she wanted to go, but he hoped that she would attempt to give it a shot. As long as she stayed away from Anthony, he wouldn’t have to worry about her getting pregnant. Hopefully she would also stay away from all the body shot opportunities that would pop up. It was very possible since there would be more than three girls there now. Wow, they were gaining up on the amount of teenaged boys in Alaska. With Tomorrow here, there was four girls and six guys. Two of the boys happened to be homosexuals, so it was pretty obvious who they ended up with. Which left four straight girls and four straight guys. Now this was always the problem with everyone since they were all confused as to who wanted who. Some guys would hint for one of the girls, but they were all clueless. “So, you want to go?”

[Runaway_Coke17]

F U C K it give me the M O N E Y!

michaeld o n a v a ngordon

the agressive thief with a m e a n attitude

S C R E W you L O V E.

Don't bother taming this beast
I'm not one you can tame with love.
just let me run buck f u c k i n g crazy

Donny wasn’t in the best of the moods as he sat there on the couch listening to the swirling conversations around him. It was pretty obvious to everyone in the room, and he hoped that not many people would actually talk to him. Unless Chris was the one to talk to him. When he felt Andy’s head in his lap, he grinned when he mentioned that he managed to snag ninety bucks from the man, but he was unsuccessful with that car. That sucked. They needed a new ride, but he could always hotwire one he decided to steal. The best cars happened to be in upper Brooklyn where the snobby people owned houses. That was where you would find the best of the cars. Though, he doubted anyone would leave a Lamborghini on the streets for him to snatch up. That would be killer if that did manage to come true. “Hard to handle?” He questioned with an awkward smile on his face. He hated smiling, and he was a bit pissed off about not being able to come up with some big stunt to earn him some money. Maybe he should find some other victims? The male was too lost trying to think of ways to cough up his rent money to even pay attention to how frightened Andy had become. Donny was too busy thinking of himself than to care for the others as he tapped his fingers against his legs. He was growing slightly bored with this so-called party, and he knew it was partially because he wasn’t wasted or high like usual. Why hadn’t he taken that blunt when Andy had offered it? He didn’t really know nor did he really care as he turned his attention towards Robbie who had mentioned his name out loud.

“Of course I’m here. What am I not allowed in the apartment I help pay for?” He hadn’t meant to sound so snappy, but he wasn’t in that good of a mood. His body was shivering lightly as he counted to ten in the back of his head to help calm himself down. There was no sense in getting worked up about what Robbie had said, but he wasn’t going to take back his words now. That was just a waste of oxygen. Rubbing his fingers against his temples, he hoped that he would get some booze in him soon. He wanted to be totally wasted where he forgot all about everybody and did some crazy stuff. He was a bit too sober for his liking. Hearing Derrik speak, he turned his body a few degrees before catching the bottle with the tips of his fingers. Donny didn’t waste time as he popped the top open as he placed the bottle between his lips. When he felt the liquid slide down his throat, he immediately felt his mood lighten up a little bit as he felt the dampness of the bottle between his fingers. He had to admit that it was a lot better knowing that the liquor was taking its little course through his body. If he continued to throw these back at the pace he was going, he knew that soon he wouldn’t haven’t to worry about being all grumpy around the others. Donny was more aggressive when he inhaled alcohol like he was, but it was better for those around him. If he managed to get himself wasted, he knew it wouldn’t be too long before him and Chris ended up in the bed or on the couch if they couldn’t wait. He nearly chuckled at the thought of this, but he kept silent as his finger slide around the mouth of the bottle. He didn’t really care for another sip of his beer right now as he attempted to think of something to calm himself down. Instantly the face that belonged to Chris popped into his mind as he shooed it away carefully. He didn’t like to think of the male since he knew people only thought about the one they loved. Donny didn’t believe in that load of bullcrap.

Chris’ voice suddenly tugged him out of his thoughts as he turned his gaze over towards him. A small smirk curled up his lip when he thought of actually calling Chris some pet name. Chrissy wasn’t a name he wanted to slip from his mouth, and he had only told him that because he thought it would aggravate him. He liked it when he made other people irritated at him. It always gave him a sense of satisfaction for some bizarre reason. Sudden realization smacked him across the face when he realized that most of the others had shuffled into the kitchen. It seemed that he had scored the room alone with none other than Chris. The now-blushing male had seemed to contribute to the lightening of his mood as he tried to come up with something to say to him. Great. He was never really a people’s person and now he was stuck with someone who probably wanted to attempt a conversation with someone more interesting. At the thought of it, Donny nearly throw the beer bottle across the room, but he held onto it with an iron grip as he glared over at a coat that was slumped on the floor. Taking another sip of the beer, he watched Chris dash over towards the drinks. He was about to mention the fact that he had a beer already, but he wasn’t going to spoil that guy’s fun. Chuckling lightly when he realized that the male was now embarrassed because of what he did. “Ha! Not a problem. I need another one to get in a better mood.” He brushed aside a strand of hair as Stretched over towards Chris, using his middle finger, he lifted he other male’s head up a little bit before shooting him a smile. “You should look up more.” He mumbled lightly as he took his hand off of Chris so he could fix his own cap. Donny knew his actions were strange, but he blamed it on the beer even if he only drank a little bit of it. Plus, there was no sense in ignoring Chris now that he was here.

Plus, Donny was starting to admire the shyness of him. Why didn’t he just break loose and be hyper or something close to it? Even if the male didn’t talk, he found himself actually attracted to Chris for some odd reason. It was strange to find someone completely didn’t from him and still feel some sort of tug towards them. Whatever the tug was; it needed to go away. He wasn’t about to embrace the thought of loving a male even if the sex was great. He wasn’t one that was constantly looking for sexual intercourse like Andy. Hearing Andy ask if anyone wanted to smoke a joint, he turned to glance over at the male. His mouth had already opened to accept that offer, but the sudden movement of Chris’ head assured him that it probably wasn’t a good idea. Smoking a joint was definitely what he craved, but Donny didn’t want to upset Chris. “Nah, not right now.” Draining the rest of the beer in his hand, he hoped that it would cure his little thirst for a blunt. Judging by Chris, he was sure that the kid never smoked anything other than cigarettes. Those never gave you a buzz or anything good like that. “You should try it Chrissy. Gives you an awesome buzz.” He grinned as he debated on whether he should go and get the bag to let him try it all out. Smoking weed always seemed to put Donny in a good mood, but he wasn’t going to smoke unless Chris agreed to trying with him. If he came down to withdrawals, he would probably force him to smoke it.