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YES :D		20.0%	[ 1 ]
oh s**t. i've been caught.		80.0%	[ 4 ]

Total Votes: 5

[Runaway_Coke17]

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 didn’t really know who his girlfriend was anymore. One moment she does something completely unexpected and then the next she seduces him. What was making her so brave? Really, whatever it was he wanted some of it to help him out. He felt weak, but it wasn’t due to any drugs or any pills like his sweet Dahlia. Instead, he was weak with his own fears. Sure, he didn’t write them in some journal, but he did picture them in his head constantly. The most vivid one that played in his head continuously was the one where Dahlia would leave. She would leave him to destroy himself, and she wouldn’t even care. She would just grow tired of picking Jordan off his a** whenever he fell down from a mistake. She was his support and in return - he gave her bruises. He didn’t want to hurt her but when he pictured her leaving, he took action to make sure she didn’t. Taken her virginity was the number one of the list since you never forgot the one you lost it too. He just wanted her to remain in his life as much as she could. If she didn’t, Dee and Zoe would eventually kill him with the drugs he used. Speaking of which, he did need to get home soon to his sister, but he wasn’t about to move a muscle. He had a willing girl underneath him, and he wanted to take the little advantage. When he felt her head in his side, he gently took hold of her chin and pulled her head up to face him. Planting a light kiss on her lips, he placed his hand on her side, slowly lowering his weight on her. “Dahlia, you know I love you, right?” Those were the only words he muttered against her lips since it was the start of his usual lines. The majority of the time, after that being said he would ask her to move into a more comfortable bedroom. Hell, they both knew where Jordan’s lust was taking him. If you were to ask him, it was his girlfriend’s fault for getting him excited once again. She was the one that turned him on by biting the side of his neck and standing up against him like that. Things like that drove the blonde male haywire, and he usually let his instincts take over. If you believed in the fate s**t then he would easily play it off as fate whispering what to do in his ear. Yes, the male had an excuse for nearly every muscle that he moved.

Except Jordan didn’t seem to have an excuse when Dahlia’s mother made her presence know. His jaw slackened, opening lightly as his eyes widened in both amusement and shock. Part of him wanted to rub it in that he was the boy who managed to get in her daughter’s pants, but he didn’t. Part of him was afraid to cause any more trouble then he already was due to the position they were in. Hearing the fierce breath coming from her mom, he didn’t drop his hands from her side. Giving her a quick kiss, he leaned in to whisper something to her softly. “I’ll make it up to you.” It was really the only thing he could mutter to her since she was then violently ripped from his grasp. For a moment, panic coursed through his veins, making him want to run after his little doll, but it then occurred to him. The it being a plan for him to get what he wanted - even if Dahlia couldn’t supply it. Right now, he needed something to give him a high, so he would stop by a couple of his buddies for a pill or something to get his high. If things went as plan, he would head over to his house where a waiting Dee would be in his room. Oh yes, it was a perfect way to end the morning slash begin the afternoon. Crossing his arms over his chest, Jordan tried not to appear too anger with the mother as he sat there glaring at the two lesbians. He didn’t bother letting them touch him and guide him outside since he knew he way around. When he was about to exit the house, her mother’s voice instantly seize his attention. “You ruined my daughter’s life!” Those words seemed to irk him, but he was trying to keep his posture up high. Turning towards her and smirking, the boy knew exactly how to answer he stressed parent. “I guess you could say that, but it didn’t sound like that last night when she was screaming underneath me.” So he exaggerated a bit, but the screaming did happen and she was underneath him. He didn’t really care to see her facial expression so he took his leave and slipped out into the bright morning.

[******** lesbians! Always ruining the good things in life.” Jordan growled once he made it a safe distance away from Dahlia’s house. His mind raced in angry thoughts as he kicked at a metal can that was on the concrete. The anger that welled up inside of himself made him even more anxious to get home and relieve it. Stopping by to get his fix on drugs was definitely out of the question since he wanted to do something more exciting. Honestly, he was ready to just take the next girl he sees into an alley and screw her there. It would get both his lust and his irritation out. Finally arriving home, the male was greeted with an eager Zoe. It seemed that if she kept bouncing, her head might fall off. “Chill out.” He wasn’t in the mood for much of her bullshit, and she seemed to recognize it. Pinning him up against the wall, she started questioning him about all what happened, hoping that the couple had gotten into another argument. The only way he responded was by pushing her off of him. Ramming his hands into her stomach, he caught Zoe by surprise as she toppled onto the ground. “Get the hell out of my face.” Yes, he was definitely in a bad mood. “Dee still here?” The sudden surprise in Zoe’s face was concealed by a stiff nod. Jordan, grinning, made his way up the stairs, hoping to get this over with easily. He felt bad that he was cheating on Dahlia, but he knew it would be fixed with a couple of injections and some drinks. Those always helped him whenever he felt too stressed out or had too much on his mind. Drugs were just an escape out of the real world for him, and he wasn’t willing to let them go. Dahlia and his family could get him into rehab, but he would always find his way back to the little escape. It was easier to just let him live his life with drugs - even if it ends up killing him. If it killed him, at least he died doing something fun. “Dee!” He called out once he arrived up the stairs to his room. Glancing around at the familiar surroundings, he was glad that they didn’t end up at his house last night since his room was pretty messy. It was just how he liked it, but he doubted his girlfriend would approve. If Dee didn’t, he wasn’t prettying it up for her since she was just some random girl he was having sex with. He didn’t really feel the need to impress her. There was no reason since he was only using Dee for his own pleasure.

“Yes?” The seductive voice reached Jordan’s ears as he instantly turned around. Sweeping his eyes over Dee’s figure, the male let a smirk plaster itself onto his lips. Dee seemed to smile back, knowing exactly what he want. Swinging her hips side-to-side, she made her way over to him, pausing for a moment in front of him. Instantly, his hands reached out and seized a grip on the girl’s waistband. The two didn’t seem to waste time as they pressed their bodies together. Their lips were pressed against each other, looking for passion in each other. Honestly the male, at this point, had his mind on some other issues then trying to please Dee. His lips and hands might have been tearing at their clothing, but he was thinking about Dahlia. He was a bit frightened at the thought of being caught, but he doubt that would happen. If she did come to his house, Zoe would try to stall as long as possible. Plus, he would probably already know who it was if the door slammed. Knowing Zoe, she would be able to hold off Dahlia at least until he managed to hide Dee somewhere. “Damn.” Jordan was amazed by how fast they both seemed to pull each other’s clothes off. His mind still thought about his beloved girlfriend, but he was still fuming. He had been looking forward to what they did the night before, but it had been ruined by her mother. Why did she disapprove of her daughter having a relationship with a man? Sure, her father was a screw up, but it shouldn’t effect who she could date. “Wait,” The boy paused, pushing Dee away from him as he began to feel a pang of guilt for kissing another person’s lips. It was strange actually feeling lust for someone, but he couldn’t help it. “Chickening out? Jordan, I thought you were a man?” The words urged him to continue with the cheating, but he was a bit regretful. Nonetheless, the male leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers with a smirk along with it. “Keep thinking that. I’ll have you screaming in a few moments.” Jordan’s words was filled with false enthusiasm, but he attempted to get his mind off of Dahlia was failing. Grabbing a hold of the girl, he lead her towards his bed, letting his hands wander to places they wanted to go. His mind was filled with thoughts of his girlfriend, but he was going to go through with it. Jordan didn’t want to cheat on his girlfriend, but he was already on the bed - so why not?

[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.

Cole didn’t even realize how much he had missed someone occupying the room until he felt a certain ache in his chest. It wasn’t one of the good kinds either more like that ones that you got before you busted out in tears. He knew he wasn’t going to cry because he rarely cried unless certain things happened. He didn’t cry when he fell and busted his head open, but he did when his sister took her last breath before the monitor gave the deadly straight line. That had been more personally and way more memory imprinting as he turned his eyes towards the window. Squinting, he hoped that it wouldn’t be too cold like it had been lately. Alaska was unexpected, but he guessed that the temperature wouldn’t be too cold. Parties on a chilly night always seemed to suck, but he didn’t care since he wasn’t the one who drank a lot. It just was never something he liked to do like most teenagers. He was basically the designated driver for everyone who need a ride back home. Though, the majority of the time they would end up walking home by themselves. He wasn’t one to deny some drunk person a ride home. If he didn’t, Cole would feel extremely guilty if one of them were to suddenly injury themselves or some other incident. Truthfully, he thought that drunk people deserved to be treated with extra care since they were more fragile than a sober one. Returning to reality, he prayed silently that Tomorrow wouldn’t stash his sister’s plushies somewhere in the house. It was his only reminder of his younger sister, and he wanted them to stay rooted in their spots. His sister was a distant memory, but he still held her stuff close to his heart. The little girl had touched his heart in a special way that couldn’t be achieved by anyone else. Well, one thing was certain about Tomorrow, he was definitely keeping her away from the pest also known as Anthony. As for his friend Max, Tomorrow was allowed to flirt with him all she felt like, but he knew Max wasn’t going to return the favor. Thankfully, he was glad that Max was one of his buddies since he didn’t feel like protecting Tomorrow from another sex-craving male. As much as he would try not to become jealous, he knew it was going to be a bit impossible. He wouldn’t be that jealous, but he was starting to feel some sort of protection of his new sibling. It was a given they might not get along too well, but he prayed they would a little bit. It was always fun having another sister to look after. Fiddling with the curtains on the window, he straighten them up a little bit, trying to occupy himself while he waited for the female to respond to his statements. “You aren’t one of those mutes are you?” A smirk seemed to etch itself into his plump lips, giving a chuckle while turned towards the girl. “Cause if you are, I have to warn you; I like to talk.” It was true. Cole was a talkative person when he met someone new, and she was one of the people he wanted to get closer to. Not in a way that was perverted, more in a brother-sister sort of way. Don’t get him wrong, she was a beautiful as a girl could get, but he wasn’t going to try to make a move on her. She was his sister which was off limits to him. Cole didn’t want to be caught fooling around with Tomorrow - that would be scandalous. Shaking the thoughts off, he ruffled his hair, turning towards the girl slightly.

Cole hated feeling the silence pressing down on the room. It was sort of awkward to have another girl in his sister’s room besides the younger sister that he looked forward to seeing. He knew that she was growing bored with him, but he wasn’t trying to come off as dull. The male just wanted to know a few things about the girl in front of him. First of all, how did their parents even it meet? It was sort of like a random thing when his father announced that he was marrying some woman. He had opposed of the idea, but he didn’t want to stab his father’s only chance at happiness. He could tell that Tomorrow’s mom made his father happier than he was with just Cole. Now, if it had been a year or so back when his sister was alive, they all were as happy as a family could get. Constant food fights broke out at the dinner table, but it all ceased when his sister passed on. It was like there wasn’t anything fun to do without his sister to be there sharing it too. Glancing around the room, he knitted his eyebrows together, wishing that he could scoot Tomorrow out of his sister’s room. It just seemed unnatural to have someone actually sleeping in the room that once belonged to his beloved sister. Unfortunately, he was too much of a gentlemen to say anything against his step sister. It wouldn’t be too nice if they suddenly broke out into an argument while their parents were convinced they got along together. Perhaps it would be better to lay low and try to get over the room thing? As long as she didn’t change the paint in the room, it was fine with him. As for his sister’s stuff, Tomorrow could pack them up and push them into his room and he would let them sit in his closet - untouched. The stuff animals were something he wanted to keep since they were a small memory of his sister. The poor male didn’t have the heart to throw them out since he was too attached to preserving something of his sister’s. Yes, he was still just a bit upset about it, but he didn’t really have another person to fill in the spot. Surely, Tomorrow was too big to fill? Hell, who knew with these two. “Watcha looking for?” While watching her, Cole detected that she was looking around for something, and he was curious to know what it was. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it only peaked his interest. Tilting his head a bit to the side, the male toy with the cold piercings beneath his lips. The one thing he hated about living in Alaska was how chilly his metal piercings got. Since they pressed against his lips, he nearly froze to death whenever he would outside. Either that or it would just turn his lips blue which wasn’t fun to have. You would think that Cole would be use to things like that, but he just could shake the bone-chilling piercings from his lips. Rubbing them only seemed to make him grow colder which was why he let his hand drop down to his sides. It might not have been freezing in his house, but he still felt a breeze coming from somewhere. Were their cracks in the house? Truthfully, he wouldn’t doubt it if there was some sort of cracks in the foundation. The house wasn’t fairly new, but it wasn’t old either. He moved in their at least four years ago, but the house had been sitting here, vacant for the longest time.

Cole wasn’t sure why people hadn’t snatched it up while it was on the market, but his father sure did. Tomorrow’s sudden words startled him for a moment as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. For some reason, he seemed to be growing a bit bored with the conversation. His step-sister seemed like the type that would love to party which is why he hoped she answered his question about the party soon. He was anxious to get there and introduce her to Max, so he could go off by himself. Hopefully, she wouldn’t latch herself onto him since she wasn’t really his responsibility. Well, he would still keep an eye out for her, but he wasn’t going to smother her under his protection. She was a teenager like him which meant she needed a bit of time to herself. Cole wasn’t going to deny that for her while she was partying. He would eventually wander off to join some of the people in his classes, but he doubted he would stray too far. Leaving Tomorrow to fend for herself wasn’t part of his brilliant plans. If anything, he would get her s**t-faced drunk and carry her home to see if she’ll spill out anything that’s interesting. Right now, he was just bored learning her name and that she was now his step-sister. That wasn’t very intriguing, and he wanted to spice things up a bit. Get to know her and learn the dirtiest secrets she ever kept from people. Nah, he wasn’t that interested in things like that, but he did want to get to know the female. “Alright….just offerin’.” Honestly, Cole wished that she had taken the bait and handed the room over to him but judging by what she said; she was smarter than he thought. His sister’s window was the easiest to slip out of whenever you got pissed off at your family. Plus, he had used it several times to sneak back into his house whenever he came back from the parties. Surprisingly, Alaskans had some party animals that had a party nearly every night on the weekend. Liquor was a given, and it was easy for the kids to get their grubby hands on them. It’s called having grown-ups that were willing to buy it for them. Although, his dad was definitely out of that category, mostly because he wasn’t willing to let Cole drink. Hearing her answer to the partying question, a smirk pulled at his lips, nodding his head to her words. “What do you know about partying?” The male didn’t mean anything by that but most people just didn’t know how to party the Alaskan way. It wasn’t about swimming naked together or jumping to the sound of bumping music. The Alaskan way was more about the dares than anything. Body shots were common, but they weren’t done inside. The fun way was doing outside - completely bare. Cole wouldn’t be able to tell you the many times he took on a dare that involved running outside in the nude. There were better dares, but he didn’t manage to get to them since they mostly dealt with drunk people. Irritating a bunch of drunk teenagers wasn’t the best idea and neither was spying on someone’s mom while they undressed. Hearing her ask about it being a four-man party, anger seared through him for a moment, but he let the feeling go and chuckled at her. “Nah, there’s more teenagers than grown-ups here. Hell, our parties are a bit different than you…city folks.” Giving her a quick smile, he hoped that she didn’t get offended by his teasing words. Even if she did, it wasn’t the first time he had been slapped by a female who was irked by his words. As caring as he could be, Cole even had his bitter moments that made his words cut through someone like steel.

Cole pressed his lips together when she started to poke fun at what the Alaskans do around there for fun. Did they really do any of that stuff? They might build a snowman occasionally, but it was too cold to remain outside for too much longer. Though, if she wanted to be an Alaskan, he guessed she might as well as learn from her mistakes. Deciding to play a little joke on her, he put on his best impression of being irked by the statement. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just poke fun at me why don’t ya!” Turning his back towards her, he proceeded to storm down the stairs, stomping on certain steps while laughing at himself on the inside. Slipping on the coat that had the fur on the hood, he slipped outside, slamming the door behind him. Instantly the boy was met by a chill breeze that slapped against his cheeks, turning them a slight pink color. Running his fingers through his hair, the male scratched the back of head as he stepped out onto the snow. Shivering as the breeze seem to cut through his clothes, he trailed through the snow, leaving footprints on the snow that would disappear soon due to the snow that was falling down.

ooc
psh, whatever. your post was brilliant ;D
dude i got shanked today and then beat the s**t out of the girl.
seriously, stabbing me with plastic? WTF?
PEOPLE TODAY DDD<

[Runaway_Coke17]

E M M E T T xxxx A D R I A N xxxx C U L L E N!

❝With Rosalie gone...I can be with you.❞

Honestly, Emmett wasn’t completely sure why he was even at the diner today. His heart was drooping with sorrow and hurt due to the fact that Rosalie had actually left him. She had promised night after night when they would lie awake in bed that she would never leave him. Nights they stayed up laughing over a distant memory that happened a decade ago or making fun of the humans and their strange customs. Rosalie might have despised Bella for stealing Edward away, but it was him that she would come to. He comforted her in the awkward situations and even protected her from the vampires that threatened the lovely little human Edward was with. He had been Rosalie’s support, and she left him. He dreaded actually letting it known that she had left him, but he needed someone to talk to. His siblings weren’t much help.

When he let his mind think back to the conversation with Charlie, he couldn’t help but cringe at being alone. Emmett wasn’t like other human-beings, and he doubted he could live alone for the rest of his life without going insane. It was just impossible since he craved a person to be there at his side. Despite the feelings that coursed through his vein, his golden eyes revealed a deeper past as he glanced up from the counter to the human in front of him. Her scent was particularly strong, and he did his best to ignore the scent. As long as she kept still, he was sure that thoughts of devouring her right there wouldn’t pop up. Whatever pull he felt towards Lacey, Emmett hoped that it would disappear soon since he wasn’t ready for a relationship - not just yet. It wasn’t right for him to suddenly move onto another girl. It was almost like cheating but with a human.

Emmett didn’t really want to go through the whole speech about how Edward was right about him getting over Rosalie. Hearing the human speak, his smoldering, gold eyes glanced up at her lazily. Honestly, right now the vampire wanted to get home and take a break from all the dizzying scents that swam around. Maybe he would just stay for a cup of coffee? If it meant talking more with Lacey, he would even attempt to drink the nasty concoction. Shooting her a weak smile when she mentioned she knew who he was, he didn’t really doubt it. The townsfolk had a way of gossiping about him along with his family. It wasn’t a very pleasant town to live in, but you learned the ways of it in no time. “Nah, didn’t even occur to me.” It really didn’t. He couldn’t picture the red-headed female doing anything that strange, but he did have his doubts. Hopefully she wasn’t like the many girls falling for him.

Chuckling lightly when he realized she was embarrassed, Emmett had a sudden impulse to cause her to feel more comfortable around him. He could practically sense Lacey’s nervousness in the air. As much as he tried to deny it, he hated her feeling awkward around him. Then again, most people thought that he could break every bone in their body if they messed up, but he was more laidback. If you hurt the ones he loved then you were in some deep trouble with him. “No you aren’t rambling out all. Rambling would be me talking about how my sixteenth birthday present wasn’t something I wanted, but I wasn’t going to tell my father that.” He sucked in a breath, thankful that he could come up with a lie in such a short moment. The only thing he wanted to do was make himself seem more normal. Speaking of which, it had been a while since he moved, and he didn’t want to appear like a statue. Switching weight onto his other let, Emmett tapped on his leg with his fingers. The male soon let his gaze sweep around the diner to see who was all there.

Hearing her say something about Rosalie and New York, Emmett’s brain froze inside of his head. It was like a sudden ice storm had marched in and chilled his insides. Thinking about Rosalie with another person caused his emotions to switch to irritation as he stopped himself from ripping the money in his hand. Controlling his breathing, he let a faux happiness into his golden eyes before answering her. “Well. You see, Rosalie is a big girl. She can handle herself.” It was a lie, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He’d be perfectly fine just believing that Rosalie was really in New York. Glancing down, he was a bit shocked to see her fingers making contact with him. If he hadn’t of looked down, he wouldn’t have even noticed that she was prying the bill from his hands. The sudden gasp that slipped from her lips surprised him. Pulling back from her hands, he tried to think up an excuse as a feeble smile pulled at his lips. “Sorry.” His voice was a bit weak coming out.

“I’ve just been really cold lately.” The excuse wasn’t Emmett’s best, but he was trying. This girl made everything in his body go haywire. His brain seemed to freeze up on him, and he nearly came over the counter onto her. Her simple touch seemed to send him off balance, so he tried to breath through his mouth. “Mine did too. I have just been busy lately. Too much stuff on my mind, ya know?” The guy heaved a small sigh before grabbing the change from her hands, careful not to brush against her skin. Taking out a couple of ones, he passed it over towards her, deciding on if he wanted coffee or a bagel. “Mind if I can get a cup of coffee?” Hopefully, he could change the subject before it was directed back of to Rosalie. As much as he tried to get the vampire out of her head, she always pushed her way back in there. It was unusual for him to be so hung up on her, but he was still trying to decide why he left. Did he do something wrong? Or did she leave him for someone else?

[Runaway_Coke17]

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

This was wrong and Jordan knew that. Deep inside of him, he somehow knew he would get caught in bed with Dee. Did he really feel up to his girlfriend discovering the moaning girl in his bed? No, he didn’t even think of it. He seemed to be so involved with the person under his sheets that he didn’t even hear the door. He didn’t hear the voices downstairs. And surprisingly, he didn’t even hear the small fight that evolved between Zoe and Dahlia. The scuttle that involved two girls fighting together usually would have pulled him from sex with anyone. Just the thought of seeing his sister and Dahlia fighting would have turned him on. Not that he liked his sister, it was more the fact that he loved to watch his girlfriend fight back. If she did that more often when he took his anger out on her, she would be completely fine. Jordan wouldn’t even bother abusing her if he knew she would fight back. Honestly, to him that would be an interesting fight since he was convinced the male was stronger than any female. Yes, he was a bit sexist, but it didn’t really matter to him. Girls were just sex toys for him, so he didn’t mind too much. Chuckling lightly, he felt Dee’s fingers running through his hair as she let out several moans from underneath him. The girl was acting, and he could tell, but he wasn’t aiming for the real thing. Just something to get rid of his lust. If anything, he would cure his conscience by just buying Dahlia something he could afford with his money. It would most likely be something cheap but Jordan knew she wouldn’t mind. His family was he rich, but he hated asking for money. Jordan had a small job, but it wasn’t too big. He only made enough to take Dahlia out to a fast food restaurant. He hated it, but he lived with it along with his family. His mother was just a whore, so he managed to squeeze money out of her. Not that it wasn’t too hard even getting money. Sometimes he stole it and sometimes he straight up asked. Though, he hated asking it. Jordan’s mind seemed to wander off from what was going on in reality. He was too lost in his thoughts to even process that voices that had stumbled up the stairs. When the door was suddenly open, he felt a small breeze on his bare skin but only thought it was Zoe. He didn’t bother peeking out to see who it was until the scandal was suddenly revealed.

Jordan’s mind instantly went blank as his hands stop groping Dee. The fingers in his hair retreated to somewhere safe underneath the covers. Staring over at the person who dared to disturb him, instant hatred leaked into his eyes. “What the hell?” He growled when he realized that it happened to be his girlfriend peering under the covers. As ashamed as he should be, he didn’t even feel up to arguing with her right now. Hearing her say that he was a waste of her life, he slipped out of the bed, putting on a pair of boxers. He just merely gave a wave to the female laying naked under the covers. He didn’t really mind that he completely since he felt like harassing Dahlia a bit. Maybe he could even manage make-up sex? Or convince his girlfriend that the girl in his bed was like a blow up doll? Nah, she wasn’t that stupid, but he could try if he felt up to it. Unfortunately, Zoe beat him to the door, throwing herself against the door in protest. “You can’t just leave Dee for some chick!” The look of protest on her face only made Jordan smile as he moved his head side-to-side, disagreeing strongly. “If you haven’t noticed, Dee is just another ******** buddy of mine. I don’t have feelings for her, and I doubt the whore has feelings for me. Therefore, I most likely need to convince my little girlfriend to forgive me. Better yet, I’ll just piss her off again.” Yes, the male was pretty harsh, but he was in a foul mood which only resulted in actions that would cause harm towards the ones he supposedly loved. “Why? You have a girl bending to your needs upstairs? Plus, what are you going to do? Scare her while in boxers?” It didn’t even occur to him that he was only in boxers, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see what Dahlia was going to do now that he ‘wasted her life’. As much as he wanted to screw with Dee, he was anxious to see if she was going to through herself at him. Hell, maybe she would just break it off with him? The sad thing was, Jordan would miss her, but he’d get over it in a week or so. It didn’t take long for him to get a girlfriend, and he would most likely switch from girl to girl. He would either grow bored with them or steal their virginity. As harsh as it made him seem, he used girls for sex and that was all they were good for. Honestly, Dahlia had been the only girlfriend he actually cared about. Even if it was just a tiny part of him that did. It counted to him at least.

“Zoe, I warning you right now. Move away from the door.” The venom in his voice was known as Jordan shot daggers over at his sister with his eyes. The male really wanted to see how it would play out now that Dahlia knew he cheated on her. She was right when she said it wasn’t the first girl since he had a round with one of his exes when he came home s**t-faced drunk. That wasn’t his fault, the charm of the girl and the booze on his breath made him do it. That time he had been too drunk to even remember Dahlia, but he was sober this time. Liquor couldn’t be blamed. “What are you going to do? Hit me?” His sister was teasing him, drawing him closer to the door as he suddenly slammed his body weight into her. Casting a careless glance at his mother’s door, he didn’t bother checking to see if the noise disturbed her. She would only retreat back to her room when she realized it was just her children causing the racket. The sudden gasp that slipped from Zoe’s lips made the bare-skinned male irritated. He didn’t want to hear her talk - much less breath. His fists pounded against the side of her ribs as she doubled over from the pain. It might not have hurt when Dahlia hit her, but Jordan was stronger and more determined to make her move. Unfortunately, the girl’s mistake was not moving after the punches. She stood there, doubled over and panting in front of the door - not budging. A growl escaped from his lips, and he decided to end it all. Kneeing her in the stomach, he watched as she fell to the floor in a weary manner. The girl still clung to the door, so he kicked her with the tennis shoes he slipped on. The kick to the ribs caused a groan to echo through the house as Zoe decided it was best to give up the fight. Crawling out of the way, she sputtered lightly before calling out to him, “Jordan, I swear to God if you hurt me again, I’ll have the cops over in a heartbeat.” Her threats were empty to him, but he knew he would restrain from abusing her that bad. Her injuries were as fierce as they seemed. He just punched her a couple times in the ribs, kicked her on the side, and kneed her in the stomach. There was no harm done in his mind. Once outside, the male kicked into action, letting his shoes thump against thump against the ground as he ran for Dahlia house to confront her of what she saw. The funny thing was, the strange car that was parked outside with a girl leaning on it. Who the ******** was that?

Jordan didn’t know who the person was, but he could tell the figure was feminine. Making his way over there, he could care less that the only clothing he had on happened to be boxers, he wanted to know who this person was. When the face became clearer, sudden realization splashed on him like cold water. This had to be Frankie. There was no other woman in the world that would come to Dahlia’s house after she caught her boyfriend cheating. This was her way of getting back at him? The girl was gorgeous, but he wasn’t interested in her - more like why she was there. He had seen Dahlia with bags, but he didn’t know she was leaving. “You must be the infamous Frankie, eh?” The smirk that pulled at his lips hid his anger towards both her and Dahlia. “Good luck with Dahlia. She’s a handful,. Good in bed though.” Throwing a small wink at the soon-to-be-ex girlfriend that emerged from the house. “Oh, Dahlia in case you didn’t know…it’s over between us. Have fun with your, uh, newest play toy. Frankie, do me a favor. Keep her in good hands, will ya? Wouldn’t want pour Dahlia to become tainted, would we?”] With his speech being done, Jordan turned from the two girls, trying to hide his distaste. Walking backwards, he turned towards them, waving casually before throwing another comment out there. ]“Have fun with the toys you use! You know, Dahlia, a woman can never love you the same as a real man.” Finally ending it with the dramatic closure, he turned his back on them, crossing the street and shivering lightly. The chill that was in the air reminded him that he was barely clothed, but he knew Dahlia wouldn’t mind. She had seen him without them, so it wasn’t anything new to her. Stalking off towards his house, Jordan had a heavy heart that was filled with grief. Though he would never admit it, he would truly miss his little Dahlia doll. She was a fun toy to play with - while it lasted at least.

[Runaway_Coke17]

dont say you ℓσѵε unless you mean it.
and not in that sɩsтεяʟʏ way either

This absolutely sucked for Kristian. Her dad meeting someone knew wasn’t anything she had intended. It was just like her birth. Her parents had been looking forward to receiving a boy from the Lord, but they had been mistaken. A sweet little girl came out but right now she wasn’t so sweet towards her dad. Her mouth had a taste of bitterness in it due to the harsh comments that leaked out. Why did she consider this the worse day of her life? Well, the girl she had a tiny crush on happened to being living in her worse. To make things worse, their parents just married each other. It wasn’t like Kristian had planned on it. Honestly, she wanted her father happy but why couldn’t he be happy with another woman? Why not with the crazy lady from Kroger that he hit it off with? Scratch that, this lady was better than the Kroger person. What frightened her the most was when the Kroger lady started talking to boxes of cereal like they were children. Did she really think they were even related to her? As far as Kristian knew, cereal was FAR away from being alive.

Kristian new the girl was a little bit off the wagon, but she didn’t complain. Sighing, the girl ran her fingers through her wildly-colored hair. Normally her hair color switched from colors to colors. This time she decided to stick to a deep red color. It suited her well - according to her friends at least. “Dad, do I really have to?” She wined lightly, puffing out her lip as her dad reached over and ruffled her hair. “Yes, just go say hi to her. Don’t ignore her, Krissy. By the way, I like that color. You should stick with it.” The last part referred to her hair which irked her lightly since her dad had some bad taste. What did he know about hair? “Fine. I’m changing my hair color.” She muttered under her breath quietly before slipping off the bed in his room. “Bye, daddy-o.” The pair were always the kind of people to be coming up with nicknames out of thin air. Though, daddy-o and Krissy had become very familiar lately. They just slipped out most of the time, and the two didn’t even know it. Waving her fingers in the directions of his room, she traveled down the hall, stopping for a moment to trace her fingers over the design.

No matter how long she had lived in the house, Kristian was still intrigued by the design of the patterns. They were decorated with care that made her want to pull her hair out. Honestly, she didn’t know how the people spent all their time thinking up designs like that. She would end up getting ticked off and just saying something about it being too hard. She gave up too easily, but it was true. She didn’t understand how people managed to invent things like that. To Kris, whoever did that was a lucky son of a crack dealer. Chuckling, the red-headed figure continued to run her fingers over the designs before remembering what her dad had asked.

Really, did she have to be the one to welcome her new step-sister? It was bad enough that Kristian felt a small attraction towards the girl but now she had to welcome her? What if she didn’t want her to be a part of her family? These were the thoughts that she doubted her brilliant father thought of before assigning her the task of greeting the newest arrivals. Whatever it was, she didn’t mind, though. She just wished that her father had ordered her to do it. Kristian always hated being bossed around, but she would do this one thing for her father. Maybe she could learn some things about Tabitha? Who knew what would happen? At the thought of the other girl, Kristian began to venture off towards the spare bedroom that was now occupied by her step-sibling. Pausing for a moment before she let herself in, she bit her lip, deep in thought. “Should I knock?” The question slipped out of her mouth as she prayed that Tabitha wasn’t changing into some other clothes. That would be very awkward to walk in on.

Not hesitating any longer, the girl heaved a sigh before opening the door. With her hand pressed over her eyes, she leaned against the door frame before speaking out. “Um, hope you aren’t undressing or something like that.” The girl didn’t mind standing there with her eyes closed, but she hoped that Tabitha answered soon. If she had been changing close, she would just retreat and close the door. Then when it was all clear, she would just open the door again. But for now, she would remain in the room with her hands pressed over her curious eyes. Biting her lip once again, Kristian felt a bit embarrassed standing there with one hand pressed over her eyes while the other played with her hair. For a moment, she stood there stiffly until she moved her hands aside. The swooshing of air from her mouth let her know that everything was perfectly fine. At least, Tabitha hadn’t been changing. That would have been worse. “Err….sorry awkward moment now, huh?” Yep, that was a smooth way to breeze through the gawky moment.

Kristian couldn’t help but glance at all the boxes they were surrounded by. Did one girl need all of this? Well, she couldn’t really blame her since it would take a lot of boxes to clear out her room. Girls just happened to be natural-born packrats. Unless you found one of the very rare ones that happened to organize things and throw old things out. Obviously, that was neither Tabitha nor Kristian. “Well, I’m Kristian. If you didn’t already know that.” Giving her the best smile she could muster up, the girl hoped that what she said next wouldn’t sound so strained and forced out. “Welcome to the family.” She had to bite back the sarcasm that nearly leaked into her voice. Any other day she would be thrilled to know that she had a new addition to that family. Being the only child isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.

Kristian’s mind suddenly sparked with ideas of how she could entertain the girl. Her mind settled on warning the female about her dad. He could be a bit on the geeky side when he actually felt up to it. That was usually all the time, but she wasn’t going to go into detail on that. “Just to warn you, my dad can be a bit on the…strange side. Just a warning, ha.” Running her fingers through the reddish locks, the female strolled across the room when she noticed the girl had been laying down the whole time. Kristian let a smile slip onto her lips as she position herself beside the girl. Staring down at her, she had a suddenly urge to lay down beside her but ignored it. Things might have been worse if she let herself do that. “Need help unpacking? I’ve got two free hands.” Wriggling her fingers for demonstration, she let out a chuckle before offering to help her up. “All of these boxes are filled with your stuff?” Letting her eyes wander from box to box Kristian couldn’t help but wonder what might be in them. If you were to pack up Kristian’s room, it would be a wonderland for little kids and toddlers.

Kristian was known to be a bit obsessive over stuffed animals. Actually, she collected them whenever she visited a different state or country. It happened to be a habit of hers, and she was quite proud of it. Nobody could beat her collection of plushies. Well, at least she didn’t have to pack things up like Tabitha had to do. She felt bad for the girl since she had to pick up all roots and move them into a totally different environment. If she had been Tabitha, she would have thrown a major hissy fit but then got over it in a matter of minutes. “Sorry about all of this.” She said motioning to the stuff around her as she turned her gaze back to the female.

[Runaway_Coke17]

runaway girl runaway girl - ANBERLIN IS DOPEE 8D→ nicholi ↘ ↘
dude kacey if your reading this those pictures are ******** hot - no joke〖 cole 〗

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our fate from the forbidden fruitbreak this bittersweet spell on me; space space shimmy 8D

You had to be kidding him. Cole glanced down at his pinkish fingers, thinking back to all that had happened before he managed to slip away from Tomorrow. The girl was a big ball of energy that continuously burned despite the fact that people tried to make it burn out. Anyway, did she mutter something about a fruit cup? Was she talking about food or calling him dull? Well, if it was the first one, they didn’t have any fruit cups for her in the fridge, so she was just out of luck. If she was talking about the second one, he was just a bit nervous getting a new sibling. How was he suppose to act now that his sister was gone? She had been younger than Tomorrow, so he doubted that she liked Barbie dolls in her room. A light sigh escaped his lips as he rested his head on the tree. Looking around at the winter wonderland, he wished that he could get up and stalk back into the house. Maybe he could slip inside when Tomorrow was coming out? Doubtful, plus he didn’t want her to get lost on her first day here. That would suck. Thinking back to the fruit cup, Cole hoped that she wasn’t attempting to insult him by calling him gay. Unlike his friend Max, he had never dated a guy or shared any kind of attraction towards a guy. He just didn’t roll that way since he liked girls that looked like Tomorrow - pretty and drop-dead stunning. Now, had he ever kissed a guy? That, my friend, was a positive, but he had been pretty much drunk. It was a dare, and he refused to give up on a dare. Plus, it was just a peck on the lips. Now, he did end up making up for the little dare by landing in bed with one of the girls at school. Yes, he wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t proud of that. He had been hoping to save himself for that special person but alcohol changed those plans around. Chuckling lightly at all the wacky memories, he hoped like hell that Tomorrow came after him. Cole wanted her to party the Alaskan way and forget the way she partied. It would be all wrong to people in his state. “Fruit cup my a**.” He growled, still unable to drop the little comment from his mind. When the male stumbled on a subject, he sulked about it for a little bit before finally being able to drop it. Oh well, he would get over it sooner or later. It wasn’t like she had came up to him and called him straight up gay. He had probably kissed more girls than she ever had - if she rolled that way. Cole really doubted that she was bisexual much less a lesbian. He just really couldn’t imagine the girl kissing another girl. Actually, the manly side of him could, but he pushed those thoughts far from his mind. He didn’t want his new step-sister going gay on him. Then again, she could introduce him to several of her little friends. NO! He didn’t want that. He wanted a sister that was completely straight, so he would be able to kick a guy’s a** over her. If she dated a girl, it would be impossible to get himself to actually hit one of them. His philosophy was never to hit a girl no matter what they did. Unless they were messing around, but it was the only exception. If he even dared to strike out against a chick, he would consider himself insane. After all, who would hit a girl that didn’t deserve it? That was just downright insulting, and he would consider you the lowest of them all. Anyone who abused a girl was his enemy. If anyone dared to touch Tomorrow, he would go ballistic - even if he just met her today. She was part of the family and family was his main priority. Not even Cole’s lovers compared to his family since they weren’t first in his life. Unless his sister was his girlfriend. Just the thought of dating Tomorrow sent a shiver up his spine when he thought about it. What sick pervert would date his step-sister? They were practically off-limits even if they weren’t blood related. “Wow, that’s sick.” He was right, how in the world did he get on the topic of dating Tomorrow?

However he had, Cole now switched his mind to a totally different subject. Sitting in the snow made his pants uncomfortably wet. Sitting in the snow usually provided you with frostbite on your a** and that was never fun. Growling lightly, he finally pushed himself out of wet snow beneath him, dusting off loose snow from his jacket. The dead tree above him was common, so he didn’t pay much attention to it when his hand nearly got stuck to it. The disadvantage of living in Alaska was how cold it was compared to your body heat. You nearly got stuck to the majority of the things your gripped. Then again, the man was known to be a bit of a drama king. Sticking his hands into his jacket pocket, he hoped like hell that he wouldn’t freeze to death. Being cold in this bitter wind wasn’t very fun to Cole, so he hoped to get home sooner or later. The male could feel himself drifting off towards the park that was located in the middle of nowhere. Truthfully, he didn’t know why someone had put the playground there. It had been sort of a random thing that he stumbled on when he realized there was actually something fun to do. He had met his first friend that dragged him into partying the Alaskan way. Max had been his best friend from then on - despite the fact that he was gay. It didn’t really bother him since he was use to Max crying over some dude that just broke up with him. Like any other friend, he comforted the male until they were both dying on the floor from laughter over something that was said. It was a random kind of thing. Hearing the distant singing, his mind switched back to Tomorrow as a baffled look crossed his face. How did she find the park? His best guess was that she somehow stumbled into the snow-covered playground. Catching a glimpse of the figure, he gave a small wave, motioning the kid over to him. “Hey, Jake. What are you doing here?” Deciding to make small conversation before heading over to the swing, the dazed boy watched as the other male just shrugged. “I was coming to your house. Heard you have new meat, eh?” How did these things get around so fast? Things like that surprised him. Even if he lived in a small town, Cole had hoped that it hadn’t gotten out about Tomorrow getting there. Hell, if no one knew he could pass her off as his new girlfriend. That was doubtful, but he wasn’t going to attempt it. “Yeah, yeah. Stupid p***k. How’d ya find out?” He watched, staring over at the boy intently as he managed a small nod. Tapping his fingers against his jacket, he hoped that squirming around would provide more body heat than he was giving off. The distance singing soon came closer to them as the male threw a pleading glance in Tomorrow’s direction. “I wasn’t here, okay?” With the rushed words, he soon darted behind one of the playground tubes, peering through the big hole. He was positive that Tomorrow would spot him if she looked hard enough, but he doubted she focused on finding him. Oh well, if he was discovered at least he gave it a try at hiding, right? Seeing the figure of Tomorrow appearing, he had to bite back comments about how good she looked in that jacket. He didn’t feel like she was going to be his one and only, but she sure did look good in her winter clothes. He could dream, couldn’t he? Unfortunately, being the gentleman that he was, he wouldn’t dare think of his step-sister more than anything sisterly. Though, part of him begged for him to do so. Peeking out from the tube, he tilted his head to the side a bit, causing his long hair to fall to the side of face. Some of the hair managed to get itself trapped in the shiny piercing below his lip. “Ugh.” Cole’s hair was really starting to piss him off pretty bed. Why the hell did his hair constantly get stuck in his snake bite? The whole point Cole wanted the piercing was to make himself look better than he did before. Plus, it was always something a girl would play with whenever they kissed him. If a girl even decided that they wanted to kiss him. It wasn’t often that someone would just waltz over to him and start playing with the piercings perched beneath his lips. That would be just plain strange. He would welcome the behavior, I mean, what sane guy wouldn’t? Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he gave up on the hiding and decided that it would be best to go sit on the swing. Taking his place, he wrapped his fingers around the rusty chains, praying that he didn’t slip and fall off into the snow below him.

Soon, even Cole grew bored of swinging back-and-forth on the swing. Plus, the rusty chains were starting to annoy him with the squeaky noise it was uttering. Standing up and moving away from the swings, he suddenly spotted something floating up in the sky. Turning his attention towards the bright blue above him, his eyes seem to glue themselves to the object. What in the world was it? The object look triangular like a kite, but he didn’t know of anyone that would want to fly a kite in the harsh conditions. “UF-” The sudden thump to the back of his caused him to spin around real quick before eyeing to culprit that hit him. For a moment, the male didn’t know who caused it but his vision soon cleared up to see Tomorrow standing there with a grin on her face. Before he could scoop up snow, however, the female threw herself on top of him. The sudden weight on him caused him to topple backwards into the snow. Despite the hat on his head, he could feel the liquid snow melting in his hair It was causing discomfort, so he started squirming underneath her. Deciding not to ruin the moment they were having, Cole sat there, blinking and thinking back to what all had happened to him. “I don’t habla espanol.” A small grin settled on his lips as he reached up and ruffled her hair lightly. “Now you look like you’ve had sex. Bad Tomorrow! What is your mommy going to say.” His voice was filled with both a taunting tone and a carefree one. For once in his life, thoughts of his dead sister seemed to float away. He was actually beginning to think about what the future contained and how he would protect Tomorrow from the players in his state. Though, there weren’t a lot, he was still going to do everything in his power to control it. “Hmm…I vote about going back home. The party won’t start until seven something. It’s only five right now. Sorry, little sis.” From down below her, he managed to pry his fingers apart as he pinched her cheeks quietly. Making little kissy faces at her like his grandmother use to do whenever she visited him. The stupid old bat was a bit off her chain and loony as hell. Her next movements sort of surprised Cole due to the fact that she actually admitted she was cold. Honestly, he took her as one of the stubborn girls that would never admit up to that. Obviously she had proved him wrong with her little actions. “Look, I’ll get us back home. Just stay close to me. Wouldn’t want to get frostbite.” His voice was soft and sweet as he pushed her off gently. Holding her hand in his own, he could feel the chilliness in her hands and decided it was best to pull her closer to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he hoped that nobody got the wrong idea about the two since they were wrapped up together. He was just trying to get her warm, not anything else. That wasn’t something he wanted people of his town to be gossiping about how they say the two embracing in the park. “Just keep warm, okay? Umm…we’ll just have to hope my dad and your mom doesn’t see us. They might get the wrong idea about us.” Yep, he didn’t want his step-mom to think he was pulling the moves on her daughter.

Out.Of.Coke.
LOL you made mine too ;D
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[Runaway_Coke17]

E M M E T T xxxx A D R I A N xxxx C U L L E N!

❝With Rosalie gone...I can be with you.❞

Emmett didn’t know what it was about the girl, but her smell was starting to get to him. Nearly all of his muscles were coiled to spring, but he wasn’t moving. As long as the people remained in the diner, he would stay rooted to his spot. He wasn’t going to move unless it was time to squirm around like all the humans around him. The majority of the time, he squirmed himself due to the fact that he was use to it now. The small movements they did was pretty easy to imitate. Just shift your weight to you other leg or, his favorite, just run your fingers over your hair. If he had longer hair, he would brush it to the side and tuck it under his ears. Yes, humans were very easy to imitate, but it was sometimes hard standing in a room filled with them. They either swarmed all over him or threw themselves in danger situations to have him help out. Unfortunately, none of them really made it far due to Rosalie being by his side. With her gone, Emmett hoped that girls melted into his arms, but he was focused on only one person. The nice-smelling female in front of him. He just hoped that she didn’t start moving too much just in case he sprang. It would be hard to cover up a human being attacking another one with their teeth bared. He would either be considered insane or some kind of werewolf. Just the thought of being mistaken for a werewolf almost made him utter a growl. What the hell did people take him for? Just a grisly bear or something? Of course, his cute face couldn’t contain a blood-sipping monster. If only people knew, it would scare them for as long as they lived. It was then that Lacey’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m sure she’ll have fun.” Emmett was tired of this charade, but he was going to so no one discovered the real reason Rosalie left. “The weather is pleasant. Usually it’s dreary and raining. At least the clouds went away, huh?” Conversation seemed to slide from his lips easily, and he was shocked by this.

Usually Emmett guarded his words, careful to make sure nothing suddenly decided to slip out. His measured each word and watched as the words took their toll on the human. Things like this rarely happened to him, and it usually happened only with Rosalie. With a smirk, he hoped that this could lead to some friendship with the girl. She seemed interesting, and he wanted to know a little more about the girl. She definitely had some kind of appeal to her, and he wanted to know more about it. When Lacey agreed on the cup of coffee, he tried to pry his attention from the girl, attempting to hold his breath while doing so. The sudden movement caused a burst of her scent to drift over towards him. Tightening his muscles, the male attempted to remain sitting there, slowing down his breathing to help out a bit. Hearing what the other waitress whispered to her, a small smile fit itself onto his lips when he thought about her wanting to talk to him. It wasn’t much of a surprise since most humans adored him. When she finally managed to position herself in front of him and sat still, he relaxed a little bit as he tried not to focus on the scent that was pouring off of her. “Thanks for the coffee.” Emmett’s voice came out more strained than he had expected, but he did manage a weak smile. It soon flickered and then died out on his lips. Rubbing the back of his neck, the vampire attempted to think clearly through the fog that had clouded his mind. Why did it have to be him? First, it was Edward that found an attraction towards a human and now it was him? Why couldn’t he just stick to Rosalie? Then again, it was Rosalie that had walked out on him - not the other way. If Emmett had left Rosalie, he wouldn’t get too far.

Her next question took Emmett by surprise. Had it really been that obvious she walked out on him? The thought of it chilled his bones as he hands instantly clasped around the coffee mug. Instead of answering her, he simply sipped on the coffee, gathering his thoughts up. Why hadn’t he gone after her? Something in his bones just assured him that she was gone, even if he tried to make her stay. It was just sort of impossible when it came to Rosalie and her made up mind. He didn’t blame her too much, though. Emmett had recently started paying more attention to those around him than her. Maybe he should have paid attention to her? Then, he wouldn’t be stuck telling his tale to some human that had a crush on him. As harsh as it sounded, a small part of him was glad he didn’t run after Rosalie. The liquid that was slipping down his throat tasted awful, but he was trying to distract himself. Setting the cup down, he opened his mouth to speak up, biting his lip silently. Before he could answer, Emmett was shocked to see his newest friend suddenly rush out of the diner. For a moment, he pondered her actions before coming up with a couple of conclusions. First, she thought she had hurt him and the second one had something to do with her just wanting a break from him.

It was times like these that Emmett wished he could read minds like his brother. The thought of being able to hear Lacey’s thoughts seemed to be intriguing. What was running through her mind right now? Before the male knew it, he rose from his seat and soon headed over towards the window. Scanning the parking lot, he soon spotted the familiar redhead that was rubbing at her scalp. Luckily, she wasn’t whispering to herself like the majority of people would be doing whenever they had a break down. It was strange to see someone he felt a bit protective over break down. For a moment, he longed to go over there and just comfort her. He didn’t know what he did, but Emmett felt responsible for her little break-down. Still, he wondered why she had suddenly broke down. The curious thoughts rushed through his mind as he turned towards the other waitress Lacey had been talking to. “I should probably go see if she’s okay. Did mean to cause anything.” Apologetically, the male wriggled his fingers in a wave before stepping outside into the afternoon. A small breeze slapped him in the face as he jogged over towards Lacey, slowing his pace so he could actually look human. Finally making it to her, Emmett prayed that she would stop moving around so much so her scent wouldn’t drive him crazy. “You okay?” He asked tilting his head a little bit, resisting the urge to reach out and soothe the girl. Why did she have to smell so delicious all the time? The smell was starting to make him dizzy, but the male stayed strong, waiting patiently for her answer.

[Runaway_Coke17]

❝me && you baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel.❞

j u s t ME h e r e is currently offline!

CHS, otherwise known as hell, to a certain teenager named Jarod Sempton. The careless boy didn’t really appreciate school and was always known as the bad boy of the school. Honestly, he was just as smart as the chick he absolutely hated. The male just skipped a couple of times and occasionally smoked. Nothing major, just cigarettes and some alcohol. None of the hardcore drugs were even thought about for Jarod. He was just considered the bad boy for no reason. Though, he knew in high school things were twisted around with a mere whisper from person to person. Though, he really doubted that anyone would think that he would look for love. Any boy his age would but not online. Unlike most, he was a believer in love over the internet. Plus, if some thirty-year old pervert happened to be lurking online, he could easily beat the snot out of them.

Yes, Jarod was the kind of person to stay up to one in the morning talking to a chick online. It wasn’t his fact that he felt some sort of connection with the girl on the other side of the computer. Perhaps, she felt it too? Either way, he wanted to keep talking to the girl, but he knew school would be beckoning him soon. Just the thought of another day of torture scared him, but he managed to type in a quick ‘gtg’ right when she did. Chuckling lightly, the male soon keyed in the words ‘you too, love’ to respond to her. Even if he did feel a connection with her, he hoped she didn’t take his words too serious. They had just met last week, and he doubted that he loved her. Love was a process that grew in a relationship and this was just a relationship that formed. A stiff yawn fell from his lips as he shut his laptop in response to the short good-bye. Finally managing to make it back to his bed, he flopped down on the pillow, graciously welcoming the comfort of his room. His mind started to drift off as Jarod fought to stay awake, thinking about the girl on the computer.

It wasn’t long that his thoughts let him drift into a peaceful slumber.

Jarod’s mind was completely blank as he laid there, asleep. His lips were parted as small breaths of air escaped between them. It was right when he inhaled that the piercing scream of his alarm clock filled the room. Grumpily, the male groaned, turning on his side as he flung the pillow over at the clock. “Shut up!” He roared, clearly pissed off that he wasn’t able to get a goodnight’s rest since he stayed up. He might have been use to it, but he wanted to be able to sleep in. Unfortunately, he forgot that his alarm clock was even set to so early in the morning. Grudgingly, the male soon slipped out of the bed and gathered his stuff for school. After a short five minute shower, he rushed to put on the Abercrombie faded blue jeans along with the blue button-up shirt. The shirt outlined his muscles, but he tried to ignore the little fact. Plus, he would be wearing a black Disturbed jacket over it anyways. The one thing he didn’t want to do was draw people’s attention to him. After all, he had his eyes on a certain cyber-girl.

Jarod didn’t bother explaining anything to his mom as he grabbed the keys to his car. “Going already?” His mom’s sleepy voice drifted through the house as he paused for a moment. Resting his hands against the door way, he leaned his head against the frame, sighing lightly. “Yeah. Bye.” His words were rushed since he was anxious to get out of the house. His mom had a temper that he wasn’t quite ready to face this early in the morning. Before she could say anything, he slipped outside and was greeted with a slap of the wind to his face. Shrugging his shoulders, he soon spotted a figure crouching behind a shrub, peeking out at him. “Jake? What the hell?” Jarod asked grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt. With a surprised yelp, the boy jerked up with him. “I wanted a ride.” His friend grumbled with a small grin fitted on his lips as he pushed Jarod’s hands from him. “Okay.”

It didn’t take long to arrive to school. For some reason, Jarod just wanted to get back home and chat with his friends on the internet. The girl he met was starting to drive him nuts since she remained in his head constantly. What did that mean? He wanted to meet her in real life, but he wasn’t going to tell her that just yet. Maybe some other time when they are talking? Either way, he was more focused on meeting up with his group of friends. Climbing out of the car with Jake, he joined the rest of the people in their familiar corner. “Anyone have smokes?” Jarod asked, pivoting his head from left-to-right, glancing at the people around him. In a flash, one of his friends handed him the deadly cancer stick along with a lighter.

After finally lighting the cigarette, Jarod shoved the butt of it in his mouth, inhaling deeply. The familiar smoke swirled around in his lungs for a moment as he opened his mouth and blew it out along with hot air. A grin was soon on his lips when his friends started to joke and mess around. It was the usual stuff for him, and he was actually hoping something a bit different would happen. That would be fun, but it wasn’t going to happen. Life was repetitive along with school. You just wake up every day and see the people you don’t feel up to seeing. Luckily, Hannah wasn’t here yet, which probably meant she wasn’t coming. “Looks like your little lover isn’t coming to school.” His friends taunted him with little grins on their pale lips. “Lover my a**. The day I love her is when hell freezes over.” Jarod chuckled as his eyes swam over the parking lot, pausing for a moment when he finally saw the figure. “Man up boys, here she is.”

Today was going to be a very fun day for him.

[Runaway_Coke17]

little miss INNOCENT

is wearing this

Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo?
The way you move ain't fair you know.
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight.

Rachael was weary but not because she partied it up with Peaches last night. It was actually because she worked late on Halloween, serving the girl. Now, when her alarm clock shrieked from across the room, she didn’t feel like getting up. Nope, the female actually felt like taking a day off to spend with Aimee and Lydia, probably gossiping about something they had heard. The three girls went back as far as Rachael could remember, and she was glad she had some history with them. It would be pretty strange letting them stay in her suite if she didn’t know them. Then again, she was the sweetheart that would offer shelter to anyone that claimed to need it. Unfortunately, her alarm clock didn’t feel the need to give her some sympathy. It was really starting to grind on her nerves, especially since it just started screaming louder and louder. Grudgingly, the female slipped from the comfort of her covers and onto the carpeted floor beneath her. Truthfully, she felt like just turning it off and go back asleep.

Rachael’s fingers soon switched the off button as she ruffled her hair. “Cheer up.” She mumbled to herself as she messing with the cool, metal piercings below her lips. The snake bites were a small sixteenth birthday gift from her parents before they passed on. Just the thought of her parents brought her to tears but today, she managed to escape the salty tears. Grabbing some clothing, she soon marched towards the bathroom, stopping for a moment to peek at her friends. First, she took a glimpse into Aimee’s room and smiled when she saw the girl sleeping in the bed. She knew that the girl probably partied a bit hard when it came to the Halloween party she attended. In fact, she was really the only girl that treated her with some respect. When she moved to the other room, the smile on her face seemed to grow wider when she saw the actress resting in her bed. As much as she wanted to remain friends with the girl, she couldn’t ignore the slight feeling of something more friendly. After all, Rachael was the one that calmed her down when she went on her rants, and she couldn’t help but admire her. Both her and her determination charmed the girl. Tearing her eyes from Lydia, she started towards the bathroom, hoping to be as stealthy as a cat.

Rachael was hoping not to disturb anyone while they were snoozing. Sometimes, though, she knew that it was physically impossible with her luck and balance. Smiling lightly, she pushed a few strands of dark hair behind her ears, strolling towards the bathroom with clothes in her hands. Closing the door behind her, she danced over towards the shower, turning the faucet on and listening to the dripping of the water. The dark-haired girl smiled to herself as she placed the clothes on the sink. Rachael nearly gasped when she caught sight of someone in the mirror. For a moment, she almost wondered who the girl was. At least until it finally clicked.

Wow, she looked pretty gaunt. Maybe she should start eating a little bit of food. Honestly, Rachael didn’t know, but she did look like a skeleton. Great, she couldn’t let Lydia see her like this. She wasn’t very attractive like this so a little bit of make-up will do some good. Dusting a bit of blush onto her cheeks, she hoped that it would give her some color in her pale cheeks. Why was she so obsessed with how she looked? The answer was simple, and I’m pretty sure most people figured out she had the hots for Lydia. In her mind, everybody probably did, but she was glad nobody made the moves on Lydia. Rachael wouldn’t know how to handle it if the girl brought home her boyfriends. It wouldn’t be too pleasant to see her crush waltzing in with some eye-candy on her arms. Well, not that she would find the guy very attractive. She was a full-lesbian and only wanted to take a second look at the girls. Guys just weren’t very intriguing to her. Plus, to her, boys were just meddlesome things that weren’t worth her looks. It was as simple as that - girls won all the time.

Skipping over the rough little patch, she soon finished up in the bathroom. Rachael’s mind was on other things as she finally managed to stumble back into her room. Sweeping her gaze over the room, she tried to detect what she was missing. Everything felt fine, but it was just something that was starting to bother her. For some reason, she had a small feeling the she was forgetting something. Glancing down at the watch strapped to her wrist, she wondered idly if she had to go into work. Maybe she could call in sick or something? Anything was better than actually serving her friends stuff. It was annoying when you were trying to talk to your friends and then other customers were demanding drinks. Somehow, though, she managed to switch from friend to customer in an organized way. Rachael didn’t know why, but she always had to have things organized. It was possible that she was a bit obsessive about it, but she knew it wasn’t that bad. She let things be crooked and only straightened up things in her room if she felt like it. Maybe she just didn’t want her life to be filled with chaos?

Chaos was never fun for Rachael due to the stress that she felt twenty-four-seven. When she finished looking over her room, she slipped out into the hallway. Peeking into Aimee’s room, she was shocked to see her bed empty. Where did she go? How in the world did she get out without her hearing Aimee. These questions remained under answered as she let a frown engulf her face. Checking on Lydia, she wasn’t that surprised to see that the girl’s bed was empty also. She wasn’t too happy they completely disappear, but she knew they had their lives. Unfortunately, while they were off running around the town, she would be working at the club. Oh well, life was a b***h sometimes, but she didn’t mind it. It was more money in her pocket. Knowing her friends, they had some kind of appointment to keep up with, and she wasn’t going to get in the way of it.

Running her fingers through her hair, Rachael found her eyes wandering over the kitchen. If her friends had been here, she would have cooked breakfast, but she didn’t feel up to eating alone. Maybe she could convince Aimee and Lydia to come eat a late lunch with her? If she could even pull away from work, at least. Grabbing her person and turning on her cell phone, she glanced down at the text messages she had, scrolling through her inbox. Coming across a new text message from Aimee, she went to click reply but paused when a text message came through from her friend, Jeff. The text informed her that she needed to hurry to work because he had some important matters to discuss with her. Honestly, the important matters most likely the fact that he finally grew the balls to break up with his girlfriend. Either that or it was about another fight they managed to get themselves into. Deciding to text Aimee and Lydia, she locked up the house and started towards her car with her eyes glued to the phone in her hands.

to;; aimee
from;; rachael

hey (: good luck with the modeling.
strut your stuff and show them who's boss!!



to;; lydia
from;; rachael

hey! wanna meet up for a late lunch later?
or does acting require an empty stomach?

[Runaway_Coke17]

Never gonna be alone!
From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go,
I won't let you fall...
Never gonna be alone!
I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.

Penn Jakobs hated surprises. He loathed them with everything thing he possibly could. So, when his younger sister suddenly appeared on his chest, the male wasn’t too happy. Her groping hands tugged on his curly, dark hair as giggles spilled from her lips. Precious little Megan was going to be crushed when she realized Penn wasn’t in the mood for messing around. Growling lightly, the male let his eyes flutter up, surprised to see the grinning four year old above him. “Meg, why’d you wake Penn-Penn up?” Yes, he shared corny little pet names with his sister, but he couldn’t resist an adorable smile on a little kid. What could he say? He was just a bit of a sucker. “Penn needs to get up! Penn play with me!” The little kid then let out a series of giggles followed by a hiccup.

“Is that so?” The adorable toddler caused a grin to form on his lips as he disagreed with her on this. “Penn-Penn has to go to school. I’ll play with you when I get home, promise.” Penn was never one to break a promise to his little sister since she took his words literal. Honestly, he really didn’t want her to lose respect in him. That was really the only reason he even bothered to spend much time with her. Plus, there parents weren’t a very good influence. They weren’t s**t-faced drunks like most thought, but they were gone often. Both of them would just up and leave - sometimes together and sometimes one at a time. Penn suspected they had more important matters to attend to than family. Penn frowned upon his parents, so he spent as much time as he could making up for them with Megan. “Let’s go get ready for school.” Glancing over at the clock, he let out a sigh of relief when he realized that he had time to shower both Megan and himself. “Okay!” Luckily, the young girl didn’t question him about mommy and daddy. It was always disappointing to see her crying since they weren’t there. For now, his mom and dad were just at work - at least that’s what he’d tell Megan.

It didn’t take long for Penn to wrap up his shower. After running a comb through his hair and making sure Megan was watching cartoons, he started up the girl’s bath water. It hadn’t been too long since she took a bath, but he knew he needed to catch the little squirt now. If not, she would somehow con her way into going without a week of baths before he shoved her in there. He just didn’t seem to have the heart to force her to do something she didn’t want to do. The innocent little girl was just too persuasive. He would definitely have a job keeping boys from breaking her heart. Sighing lightly at the thoughts, he soon ran into the living room, scooping the unexpected child in his arms. For a moment, the dazed girl let out a shriek until she realized her big brother had captured her. “What the hell!” She asked as he slammed the bathroom door once they made it into the bathroom. “Don’t use that language. Strip down and get in the bath. You need one.” He smirked, glad that he didn’t have to fight with her too much. “No!” She argued, obviously not going along with his little plans. You really had to be kidding Penn. “I’ll give you a sucker.” The usual bribing often got the girl’s attention, but she didn’t move a muscle to get her clothes.

“And when I get home from school, we’ll even go to McDonald’s and play on the Play Place.” Penn really didn’t know what else to bribe the little girl with. It was possible he could take her to some place she wanted to go, but he wasn’t sure. Why couldn’t she just settle for the lollipop? Checking the little girl for any sign of a response, he soon watched as she managed to give in. Pulling off her clothes, she hopped in the tub, looking over towards her brother for further instructions. “Now what Penn-Penn?” Megan inquired, tilting her head and letting some strands of wet, chestnut hair dangle. Shuffling over towards her, Penn dusted off his hands as he picked up the bar of soap and a wash rag. “Do you want to bathe first or shampoo?” He decided that it was best to let his sister decide for herself. If he had been given a choice, he would have chose the bathing first. Then again, shampooing seemed the easiest even if it meant water in the eyes. Still, he didn’t want to boss Megan around if she didn’t want to do a certain thing. “Bathe!” Her wish was his command. In a sense, he was like her genie, but he didn’t come with lamp and three wishes. “Alright.” And so began his little sister’s bath, which could only end in disaster.

After Penn managed to bathe his sister and drop her off at her daycare, he finally managed to make it to school on time. Seeing Hannah’s red jeep in her regular parking place, he scanned the area to see if he could see the familiar figure. Finally spotting her touching Jarod’s arm, he raised an eyebrow, pulling into a parking spot. “What in the world?” He whispered to himself, wondering what force drove her to actually speak to Jarod. Since when were they all buddy-buddy? Yes, envy was catching up with him, but he didn’t really want to be replaced by someone like him. Sighing lightly, he finally climbed out of his truck, sprinting over towards where Jarod’s posse. Making it seem as casual as possible, he shoved his shoulder in Jarod’s arm, turning for a moment to show him an apologetic smile. “Oh, my bad. Did I hit you? Hope it didn’t hurt to bad, sissy boy.” Hell, his words were weak, but Penn was hoping to irritate the male a little bit. Stalking off towards Biology, he was anxious to see what Hannah did to Jarod.

Before he managed to make it in, Penn cut a glare towards Amanda. He didn’t know why, but he found the girl a tad bit annoying due to the fact that she was a seductive little thing. He didn’t care too much for her like all the other people in the school. Finally slipping into the class undetected, he took his usual spot behind Hannah, leaning close to her ear to speak to her. “So, what was that with Jarod?” He tried to hide his curiosity, but he knew that it was pretty obvious. Who wouldn’t be curious when it came to Hannah and Jarod actually speaking to each other. They practically hated each other, so it was bizarre to realize they talked to each other. Seeing her on her phone, he shook his head, wondering who she would be texting at this hour. “Tsk. Tsk. Hannah, you know it’s bad texting in school.” Penn taunting, chuckling lightly at her.

[Runaway_Coke17]

❝me && you baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel.❞

j u s t ME h e r e is currently online!

Jarod watched Hannah’s movements, sparing no glares that he could shoot at her. He didn’t know why, but he despised the girl. She angered him by just breathing. As pathetic as it sounded, he just couldn’t stand the sight of the girl. Feeling stress bubble up at the surface of his skin, the male sucked in on the cigarette, inhaling large fumes of it. The only reason he wanted to do this was to get his stressed mind off of Hannah. Why did the girl keep nipping at his thoughts? “You know what, Jarod, I was thinking last night.” His friend paused for a moment as Jarod let a puff of smoke slip between his lips. “And what?”

“Ever thought about a relationship wi-” The sentence was caught off by a female’s voice that caught Jarod’s attention. Turning towards the girl, he almost mistaken Hannah for Amanda but then he realized who it really was. Jar-bear, really? Suppressing a growl, Jarod really didn’t want to speak out towards Hannah’s statement. Showing her that it got on his nerves only gave her satisfaction. That was always more irritating than anything else. Narrowing his dark eyes, he tried his best to ignore the girl, but it was impossible when she grabbed his cigarette from his lips. “Wow, really? Gee, I never knew that Hannah! Thank you so much for informing me of that! I guess I shouldn’t smoke, huh?” Sarcasm laced his words as he glowered over at the girl with as much distaste as he possibly could. Feeling her hands touch his bicep, he tried to ignore the softness of her fingers, but it was challenging. “What the hell was that?” Jarod growled, turning his attention towards the people in front of him. All his friends seemed to shrug their shoulders merely commenting on how ironic it was for that to happen. One even tried to inform him that he was in a non-existent relationship with the girl.

Suddenly spotting his friend, Amanda, he scoffed at Hannah’s actions. If only Amanda had been here to see the little act Hannah put on. It was all so sweet and fake that it wasn’t even believable unless you were a total idiot. Shrugging at her question, he decided a simple answer to her would be needed. “I don’t know.” Short, sweet, and simple.

“She just sort of came over. I don’t know.” Jarod said shrugging his shoulders again as he wrapped his arm around Amanda’s shoulder. Pulling her into a bear hug, he let his other arm slip around her waist. Honestly, this was just his friendly little action towards her but other people thought about it as some sort of relationship thing. Some people were jealous of the close relationship he had with Amanda, but it wasn’t going to evolve into anything. He found the girl attractive, but he couldn’t see himself in a relationship with her. She was exactly the relationship type. Amanda was one of those that had a one-night-stand and lost interest in a guy. Jarod didn’t really want to get in a relationship with that. Logging into his aim account, he was a bit surprised to see an IM from the girl he had been talking to the previous night. A smile painted itself onto his lips as he glanced around at the group and pretended to laugh along with the. Trying to recall what he learned about the girl, he wondered idly what school she went to since there was a biology test. Then again, all the high schools taught biology, so it wasn’t like there was a specific school she went to. Honestly, Jarod didn’t mind telling her what school he went to, but he didn’t find it very important. After all, why would she even want to where he went to school? They were probably in different countries for all he knew, but he did want to meet her one day.

aw...i'm sorry. wish i could pass it for you (: i'm sure you'll do fine. just cheat off of someone lol.

Glancing at the time on his phone, Jarod looped his arm through Amanda’s. After pocketing the phone, he gave her one of his dazzling smiles before speaking. “Shall we go to class? Or do you feel up to skipping?” Honestly, he was up for any of it. Skipping class meant they had more time to talk to each other but going to class meant seeing Hannah. They didn’t have the same schedule, but the majority of his classes seem to have her in it. Was she stalking him or did they just have similar likes? Not letting his mind linger on the subject of his hated, Jarod turned towards Amanda. “The choice is up to you, doll.” The pet names he used for his friends were common - especially if he was talking to Miss Amanda. He didn’t like her, but it was a small habit of his.

[Runaway_Coke17]

lets run around like wild banshees!! dude ana we need frickin' code names - - - ⇨ j o r d a n ⇦
lets run around like wild banshees!! dude ana we need frickin' code names - - - ⇨ s h a y ⇦
lets run around like wild banshees!! dude ana we need frickin' code names - - - ⇨ j a m e s t o n ⇦

psh, i can't do awesome formats like you. oh well.dahlia doll, you're my new drug.
yep i pretty much failed at jordan's format DD:just tell me what to do, i bend at your will.

[********]

the s c r e w e d u p druggie

just don't worry about it.

save me from myself, i'm slowly dying.

can we start over Dahlia doll?i can take care of myself.

Truthfully, it didn’t even occur to Jordan that he was single until he stumbled into an alleyway and actually sat down. Despite the chilly breeze that slapped his skin, he leaned up against the brick wall behind him replaying that even that had played out. Frankie was over at Dahlia’s house and that was that big of a deal, was it? Sure, he thought Dahlia would be with him until the end, but he didn’t really understand what had all happened. His mind was moving to fast for him to keep track of, and he didn’t know how to slow it down. It was strange actually knowing that he wouldn’t be with Dahlia any longer. There wouldn’t be anymore nights where he stayed up all night soothing her and just holding her. Having the feeling of being loved pressed upon you was a good feeling, but he trashed it all away. And for what? A girl that was probably gathering her clothes from his bedroom floor and going home. He lost his Dahlia doll for just a minute or so of pleasure. In the mess of his mind, that was perfectly fine. Now, when he realized his mistake, his mind would go blank, and he would be overcome with a feeling of dread. Hell, now he couldn’t even remember what he mouthed off to Frankie about. The words were just blank pieces that wouldn’t be filled in unless he cleared everything up that had happened. Leaning with his head back against the brick, he stared up at the darkening sky above him. The threatening clouds didn’t really terrify him since he was use to being out in the ran. It was a natural thing for him to automatically go outside when it was raining. Whether it was just to meet with Dahlia or something like sticking a needle in his arm. Though, the latter had been more important, he still craved to have Dahlia sitting there with him. “Get her off your ******** mind.” The words of encouragement seemed to barely effect him since he was already grieving her loss. He might not have been showing it now, but it would definitely end up showing up later that night.

Most likely when he had a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a joint in the other. Jordan needed his mind off his new ex-girlfriend. If people didn’t already assume the two broke up in the next week or so, he would spread the word about it. He would attempt to make it look as if Dahlia was the bad guy, but he doubted it would work. At least, it wouldn’t work with her friends because they knew how Dahlia was. Plus, knowing his outrageous excuse would deal with something about Dahlia cheating on him. Those that chose to believe that tall tale were the obvious idiots in the town. The girls that were dying to get with him would come flocking by minutes after it managed to get around town. As for Jordan, he would be the one to sit there, slowly choosing which girl would be his next victim. If Dahlia decided to come back, he would treat her as an acquaintance and nothing else. She would just be like every other Dahlia in the world and not like the old Dahlia he knew. She definitely wouldn’t be the same without him. His hopes were that she would wither up and crumbled with Frankie. After all, Frankie wouldn’t be able to solve Dahlia’s lust if she craved sex. Hell, he hoped that she never went into another relationship with man as long as she lived. He wouldn’t blamed her if she turned into some cold-hearted lesbian. The way she was going with her mood swings, it seemed pretty damn possible for her. Thinking bitter thoughts towards Dahlia, Jordan knew this was how he was dealing with their little break-up. It was his fault for cheating on her, but he wasn’t going to admit it. In his world, he was never convicted of a crime - even if he did it. Unfortunately, this wasn’t his world. This was America with a capital ‘A’. Heaving himself off the ground, the male let out a violent shiver as he continued through the alleyway. Rubbing on the sides of his arms for warmth, he took a short cut, soon arriving at the park where memories seemed to flood into his brain. Torn between guilt and irritation towards Dahlia, Jordan honestly didn’t know where to go. He didn’t feel up to seeing Dee against, but his liquor was stashed there. It was either go get his liquor or crash at his friend’s house for the night. Either way, he was determined to get as drunk and high as he possible could. This was how he dealt with hurtful things. To him, if you couldn’t trust your friends, always trust a man on the bottle. Jordan didn’t care too much for getting high but today, he felt like getting as messed up as he possibly could. That was when he might be able to forget all that had happened between Dahlia and himself. Stumbling over in the direction of his houes, the dazed male crossed over towards his house, praying that Dee had packed her stuff and exited out of the house.

It didn’t take Jordan long to reach his house. Once inside, he called out for anyone that would answer but only received a grunt from his mom in her room. Either she was busy entertaining a guest or she didn’t want to be disturbed. He was glad that his mom didn’t demand his attention like Zoe and Dee. Strolling in the kitchen, his hands were in his pockets, casually. If you were to see the boy so relaxed and casual, you knew he was up to no good. The small smirk that was planted on his lips soon confirmed that he was ready to party. Partying one-man style, unfortunately. It would suck at first, but he would soon warm up to the idea. Opening the liquor cabinet, he took out several of the bottles and charged up the stairs with them. After picking the lock on Zoe’s door, he searched her room for the powdery substance and the needles that would cure him. After managing to scoop up all the ingredients, the anxious boy filed into his room and piled the stuff on his bed. Thinking back to Dahlia, Jordan actually started to feel the guilt that was leaking into his system. He didn’t expect himself to feel so guilty about what he did. It had been harmless sex, and it wasn’t like he caused Dee to become pregnant with his child. If she did that, he would demand that she would go get an abortion. He just couldn’t handle raising a kid with his own childish flaws pretty much out there. How could he be expected to raise a healthy kid in the condition he was in? Was he even going to have kids? Hopefully, he wouldn’t end up getting some chick pregnant by accident. He didn’t want a kid to care for. Plus, Jordan knew it was certain that girls would try to get him to be their kid’s father. The idea was just crazy to Jordan. Letting sighs slip from his lips, the male soon drowned his sobs with the liquor in the bottles. His eyes were soon bloodshot due to the sniffing he had been doing. He knew drugs were killing him, but he needed Dahlia off his mind.

i love you ana<3two months of misery

Wow, two months seemed to fly by for Jordan. His mind hadn’t been all there along with it since he spent most of his time high. With Dahlia gone, it seemed his life seemed to go down hill, and he was coming closer to crashing. His mind hadn’t been filled with regret but instead the haziness of drugs and alcohol. Zoe seemed to be encouraging the boy, too. Watching slowly as her brother’s life faded away. To her, it wasn’t a big deal if the drugs made him so skinny, he finally disappeared. With it being winter, he only took more precious drugs. Sniffing, injecting, and drinking anything he could possible get his grubby hands on. If you thought he was a drug addict with Dahlia, he was well past that stage. Instead of filling out like his beloved girlfriend, he only seemed to get more ghostly. Jordan’s once pinkish skin turned a milky white color. The blueness and eagerness of his eyes seem to vanish along with his skin color. His cheeks that once held color were now pale and a bit sunken in. The lively Jordan that he had been with Dahlia had faded away in the night. He changed nearly everything about himself - even the blondish locks that had been on his head. Yep, he was now a red-headed boy that represented his easy temper that anyone could set off. Though, with his ex-girlfriend gone, his temper had faded along with the Jordan she knew. He had some patience, and he tried to control the hitting, but it slipped sometimes. When his sister, Zoe, made it home on the day Dahlia left, he went into such a tantrum that she ended up having to call the police. Scratch that, his own mother called the police on him which only pissed him off more. Unfortunately, the police came and took him away before he could even get his hands around her throat. During his week or so in jail, he met interesting people and even found more druggie friends that would get out soon. After exchanging numbers, Jordan was pretty much set with his drugs and money. His sister and mother decided not to press charges on their own kin and even convinced the police to let him go with a warning and a slap on the wrist. After that, they managed to get him in some anger management classes that were helping a tiny bit. He was still attending the classes, but he usually attended them so high in the sky that he couldn’t remember anything afterwards. Drug abuse was definitely common in the teenager’s life, and it wasn’t very fun for those around him. Nobody stopped him which is why he kept using them. The only reason he hadn’t been a full drug-addict with Dahlia because she had the guts to set him straight. Despite abusing her, Jordan did listen to her a little bit even if those around him didn’t believe him. He just came out as a b*****d to some people, but he couldn’t help it. Everyone had flaws, and he had been cursed with a s**t load of them. Now, I bet you’re wondering what he’s doing now, huh? Well, actually the male isn’t doing too much. Jordan was sitting in his room with his fingers wrapped around a bag of powdery substance. Emptying some of the contents onto a piece of aluminum foil, he heated it up with a lighter from his pocket, watching it eagerly. He hadn’t had his fix today, and he was planning on picking up more of the drugs on his way back from his anger management class. As bad as it sounded, the drugs actually managed to keep the boy sane. It didn’t do much about his anger, but it did play a factor in it sometimes, but it was more the alcohol than the drugs - surprisingly. Lifting the foil up to his nose, he sniffed the drugs into his nose, feeling the familiar burn of the crack in his nostrils. The adrenaline would follow soon after but for now, he would have to just deal with the burning. It never really took him too long since he sniffed drugs often.

The thrill Jordan would experience later was what he was anticipating. If he wanted to make it through the class, he needed something that would motivate him to get it over with. Knowing that his newest friend was supplying him with drugs happened to be that motivation for him. Sighing lightly and running his fingers through the dyed locks of hair, he glanced at the clock for the time. Seeing the it was fifteen minutes until eleven in the morning, he knew he needed to start getting ready soon. The classes started at eleven-thirty, and he wanted to stop and get some coffee before going. Coffee was now as addictive as the drugs he just inhaled. It gave him another energy burst on top of the drugs. It just sucked when they both wore out and you were tired as hell. That was usually when he was grumpy enough to hit someone, but he refrained from it. The sudden knocked at his door startled him as he stashed the drugs underneath his pillow. “Come in.” He called out, knowing who it was already. Watching as his newest girlfriend waltzed in, a smile crossed his face when he realized how lucky he was to be in a relationship again. After Dahlia left, he nearly vowed to be single for as long as he lived. It was impossible, plus Machala charmed him into it. He knew what she was going to think seeing him in the bed, but he wasn’t going to let it past making out. Truthfully, he hadn’t had sex in the two months Dahlia had been gone because it messed up the relationship. He wasn’t afraid to have sex, but Jordan was willing to let it rip his relationship to shreds. “What are you doing, hon?” The girl’s voice rang out, growing closer and wrapping her arms around his neck. In the sitting position he was in, Machala was practically in his lap, and he wasn’t going to complain. No matter how hard she pressed for sex, he wouldn’t give it to her unless he was sure the relationship wouldn’t go haywire. Surprisingly, he knew that was soon since Zoe had mysteriously stopped being friends with Dee. Honestly, he was sure that Dee had pulled some kind of moves on Zoe and made out with her or some s**t. Dee was hot, but he was sure the only thing she couldn’t get was Zoe. His sister, as far as he knew, was a straight as straight could possibly get. Chuckling lightly, he kissed the tip of his girlfriend’s nose before deciding to answer her and ignore the swirling thoughts. “Well, I was going to get ready for class, but I can skip today. How about we get some coffee?” His voice was unusually sweet since he was beginning to feel the kick licking at his brain waves. Pretty soon, he would be as charming as the snake in the Garden that convinced Eve to eat the apple. Yep, it wouldn’t be too long that he would be cracking jokes and doing stupid things. Jordan was pretty much predictable with drugs since he used them constantly. Feeling her finger stroke the nape of his neck, he knew that it was going to go his way. The male knew that she wouldn’t resist his simple request, but he knew he was going to have to do something in return. Knowing Machala, she would demand sex, but he would just merely suggest taking her out. He wasn’t going to cook anything in fear of it coming out burnt like it did with Dahlia. Though, that had been an awesome night for the two of them. “Fine but I get to pick the next place!” Machala let out a giggle as she slid out of Jordan’s arms and tugged him towards the door. Allowing her to do so, he paused for a minute and grabbed the cologne that was sitting on his dresser. Letting his fingers slip from Machala’s, he changed out of his shirt and then spray the cologne before sitting it back in it’s familiar spot. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go, baby doll.” Jordan smirked at his newest nickname for his girlfriend and exited his room, letting his hand find Machala’s.

It didn’t take long for Jordan and his girlfriend to get outside. They messed around a little bit, leaning up against alleyways and having a quick make-out session. Being in a relationship had it’s perks, and he couldn’t even think of the downsides yet. His mind was a bit in a haze since the high was starting to leak into his brain. Kissing Machala’s fingertips quietly, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, glancing around them for a moment. Glancing around at the snow, he soon stooped over and scooped up a snowball and tossed it over at his girlfriend carelessly. Watching as she moved out of the way, he was a bit disappointed to see it hit the window of the coffee shop. Deciding on whether to run or not, he stayed there with a tilted head, waiting anxiously to see what Machala would do. “Oh s**t!” She cursed, returning to Jordan’s side and taking his hand once again. For a moment, the male just remained silent while staring at thee familiar coffee shop. He knew someone in there lurked Dahlia’s best friend Felicia. “Let’s go in and apologize.” He added dragging her towards the door and swung it open. Ducking inside, he let go of his grip on Machala and moved towards the counter. “My bad. Just having some snow fun, sorry about that.” Yep, he was actually apologizing for once, but he had been doing that often. It seemed those classes were helping improve his respect and manner towards people. Letting his arm wrap around Machala’s shoulder, he waited for Felicia to reply but only got a mere glare. Turning around to exit the building, Jordan’s hand instantly retreat back to his side when he saw the familiar figure of a filled-out woman. For a moment, his breath was lodged in his throat and his mouth sagged open just a little bit. A dazed expression over came his face as he walked towards the booth the girl was sitting at. Truthfully, he didn’t expect her to look so good after she left him. Compared to Dahlia, his changes went down instead of up which only proved that he had missed her while she was gone. Letting his gaze remain on Dahlia, he didn’t bother explaining himself Machala. He didn’t really owe her an explanation to why he was staring at the girl like he knew her. In fact, he did know her, but he couldn’t believe how beautiful she had gotten in the two months that passed. “Dahlia, is that you?"

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i love her hat too ;D
it's all prettified XDD
outfit for jo-jo

[Runaway_Coke17]

Never gonna be alone!
From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go,
I won't let you fall...
Never gonna be alone!
I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.

When Penn finally received a response from Hannah, he laughed when she jumped and said something about him scaring her. Honestly, it was a specialty to scare her since she shouldn’t even use her phone. Plus, if he knew her well, she would be texting the internet guy she had been talking to. He disapproved of an online relationship because it wasn’t normal. How could you love someone that was in a different state? Then again, there were some cases where the two ended up knowing each other just didn’t expect it, but he doubted that would happen to Hannah. “Am I that scary?” With a mischievous grin on his face, he let his eyes scan the classroom, looking for anyone familiar. Seeing no one, Penn turned his attention back to his best friend as he caught the ending of her sentence. “Ah. I see. Better save him now, eh? Megan was easier this morning. She’s got a little tongue on her, though.” The cursing would get worse, but he knew Megan would grow out of the stage, nearly everyone did - even he did when he was her age.

Upon her confirming who she was talking to, Penn wasn’t too happy about the idea. Why would you get all buddy-buddy with someone on the internet? Why couldn’t she just date someone in the school? He had to admit, he was jealous a little bit since he found Hannah attractive, but he only thought of her as a friend. She could be girlfriend-type material, but he didn’t even want to think about that. “Yeah, that me guy?” That’s what Penn called him since his username had the word ‘me’ in there. Plus, Hannah never told him the guy’s real name or what he called himself, so he was just that ‘me guy’. “You too, love? It sounds like some an old man would say. Are you sure this guy is real? I mean, he could be from Europe, but I’m not too sure.” Tapping on his chin, Penn wondered what kind of person would actually say that, and he felt a tad bit sorry for the male. If he was real, he was barking up the wrong tree. Hannah didn’t seem the type of person that would like a boyfriend to say that. “My gender? You should try reading females! Yeah, you can come over. Mom and dad will be gone, so it will just be me, you, and Megan.”

Yes, Penn was just a little bit jealous about the internet guy. Hopefully, Hannah would forget about him and look for someone that was in their school. It could be possible that she could date him, but he would rather not ruin their friendship. Plus, dating Hannah would be like dating his younger sister, and that wasn’t going to be possible. Feeling her head suddenly on his shoulder, he knew that people around them were probably whispering about how they were going out. Things like that always managed to spread around the school - even though it was completely untrue. Hannah was just a friend to him, and he doubted that they would ever be more than that. “Hmm…did you study for the test?” Penn was a bit worried about the test since he was too preoccupied with Megan to study. If worse came to worst, he would just take a peek over at the person’s test beside him. Sure, it might have been cheating, but it would definitely help out with him. Seeing the test being handed out, he squirmed in his seat nervously. You really had to be kidding him.

“You too, Hannah.” Penn whispered under his breath as the test was presented to him. Grudgingly grabbing the paper, praying that he either knew this stuff or he didn’t get caught cheating on the quest. After going through and answering the ones he was sure of, he snuck a peek over at the guy’s paper next to him. Seeing the kid, he knew the guy was a smarty by how he looked confident in his answers. Chuckling softly, the male bubbled in a couple of the answer, checking to make sure they were matched right. When he finally finished, Penn rose from his desk and traveled across the room to put the text in the box it belonged to. Honestly, he hated Biology and only took it so he could get a class with Hannah.

Once he was settled in his desk again, Penn leaned forward to Hannah. “Hope the guy next to me is smart. I had to cheat a little bit.” He felt guilty for a moment for doing that, but he just didn’t find time to study a lot. Between caring for his little sister and school work, his little sister always seemed to get the most attention because family came first to him. After the bell had rung, he walked Hannah to her Interior Design as usual and was glad that he didn’t receive any whispers about it behind his back. Hearing her say something about her and her mom not being the best of friends, he let out a knowing grin. That was how his relationship towards his parents were. They weren’t his best friend, and he refused to believe they were even his friend. That was never fun since they weren’t even home to celebrate things with him. “Yeah, that’s fine. Parents won’t be there to bug the crap out of us. Maybe we could do something with Megan? Go to a park or movies, my treat?” He was just tossing out suggestion to her, but it did sound good to take his two favorite females to the movies or out to McDonald’s like he promised Megan. “Better yet, we’ll take a trip to McDonald’s. Can’t break my deal with Megan.”

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crap post D:
xD yes, a new best friend 8D