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Total Votes: 6

[Runaway_Coke17]

ｋｒｉｓｔｉａｎＧＡＢＲＩＥＬｙｏｒｋ

iwantyourloveJe veux ton ａｍｏｕｒ
iwantyourloveloveEt je veux ta ｒｅｖａｎｃｈｅ
iwantyourloveloveloveJe ｖｅｕｘ ton amour
iwantyourlovelovelovelovejust give it to me all.
iwantyourloveloveloveloveloveyour love for me fuels my ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ.


dotdotheartheart<3►xxｊｅ ｔ`ａｉｍｅ, Ｔａｂｉｔｈａ

alexis alexis alexis

Kristian had to admit that the tree house wasn’t the most romantic places she could take Tabitha. But it was the only place they could be alone with each other. It was strange to know that her relationship with Tabitha wouldn’t be news around the school. Normally, that was what happened, but this relationship was a secret. What would they do when they went back to school tomorrow? Would they be seen with each other more often or less? Kristian hoped that the first would happen due to the fact that she wanted to see Tabitha more at school. If they couldn’t talk much at home, she wanted to at least be able to hang out with her like every other teen. The only difference being that she could kiss the other female if she wanted.

At the thought of it, she wondered where the girl was at anyways. It was obvious she had moved from her rooted spots below the tree house, but she wasn’t sure exactly where she was. Perhaps climbing up the side of the tree? Kristian couldn’t help but giggle when she imagined the girl making her way up the tree house. It was a bit awkward seeing teenaged girls in a tree house, but it wasn’t rare. Teenagers enjoyed climbing into ruins of old tree houses, but this one wasn’t that old. Biting her lip lightly, she wondered what they would do when Tabitha managed to get up there with her.

After helping Tabitha up the place, she smiled when the girl thanked her. “No problem!” She told her cheerfully, glad they were finally able to be alone together. When she felt Tabitha take her arm, Kristian smiled at the other girl’s touch. Pursing her lips in thought, she continued to look around the tree house, mentally telling herself what they needed. A little paint to brighten up the wood and some bean bag chairs for them to sit in. If they felt rebellious, even a blanket they could lay out when they felt like eating up there together. The tree house seemed to be meant for the purpose of hiding the two girls. It was deserted in the middle of the woods, and it was the perfect place for them to go without someone following them.

The only time they might get caught is if someone stumbled onto the tree house. Once again, it was a very slim possibility for that to even happen. “Paranoid?” Tabitha had mentioned that word when describing her mother and actually wondered if the girl meant it, Sure all parents could be paranoid, she doubted the girl’s mother was as bad as some parents. “At least she doesn’t follow you all the time. Now that would be a bit strange.” Kristian told her with a smirk at her lips. Truthfully, she could see her father doing that, but she was glad he stepped back and let her have her own life.

The only time Kristian’s father ever got involved was when drugs came into play. Surprisingly, that had been recently when she decided to take up smoking as a habit. At first, she thought she had gotten away with it, but she was proved wrong when her dad met her at the door with her cigarettes in his head. Let’s just say, it didn’t take long for Kristian to realize that smoking crushed her lungs. “Last week? Ha! More like yesterday!” Tabitha’s taunting caused a smile to spread across her face as she tilted her head a bit. This would be the perfect place to have a smoke, but she wasn’t going to start up the habit that nearly got her grounded for a month or more.

Kristian didn’t know why she was chatting her head off like usual, but she was too busy caught up in her memories. The child she use to be ran all over the place barking orders like someone was actually there. Now, she had outgrown the child and stood there looking back on the place she spent hours in with just herself. It was a bit mind-boggling that she kept herself occupied for so long. It was strange that now she couldn’t keep herself occupied with a television, phone, and a computer in the room. There was always a point where her attention switched to something, or she would just grow bored. “So much better.” Kristian admitted, glad that she was able to get Tabitha alone to herself.

When the girl’s arms slipped around her neck, Kristian felt a bubble of happiness in her chest as she automatically wrapped her arms around Tabitha’s waist. Pulling her closer towards her, she kissed her lightly before pulling back. “Good. We don’t want this secret out.” For once, she was talking about the tree house rather than the relationship they had. Both of them had practically agreed to keep it in the dark. If it had gotten out, it would have consequences along with perks. One of the consequences being the fact that they would be called sick for liking each other. Kristian would be bothered by that since she they weren’t blood related. With that being said, she didn’t really know why people should frown upon it.

Leaning in again, Kristian pressed her lips against Tabitha’s before pulling back again. Feeling a rush of heat in her cheeks, she still managed to get flustered over just kissing the girl. It felt wrong at the same time that it felt right kissing her step-sister. When she heard the girl’s opinion on the hair color, she smirked at the thought of going platinum blonde. “I won’t do that. Well, maybe but I’d add some brown into it?” The last part came out more as question then as statement as she shook her a bit at the thought. The thought of going blonde didn’t really surprise Kristian since her baby pictures revealed the golden locks she use to have. With all the colors she had dyed it, the girl wasn’t really sure what her real hair color was. For now, she would just keep it the reddish-orange color. At least until she convinced her father to let her dye it again. She couldn’t help but like the compliments she received from her many hair colors along with hair styles.


ooc;
i liked yours 8D

[Runaway_Coke17]

YEAHYEAHSPACESPACE8DMICHAELjakeEVANSYEAHYEAHSPACESPACE8D

↘YEAHYEAHSPACESPACESPACE8D↙

xxxi love how the moonlight shines on your mask
how your identity is completely hidden from me.
soon, i'll slip off the little mask.
and see who you really are.

↗ YEAHYEAHSPACESPACESPACE8D↖

'You're screwed, Michael.'
'Just stay and see what will happen.'
'You're dead.'

Thoughts continued to run through Michael’s head as he reconsidered the reason he was even here. It was then that his mind flashed back to the drawing of Izabella with the sad smile pressed onto her lips. She was the whole reason he stood there awkwardly with his muscles locked in place to keep himself from running. Straightening up his back when he realized he was in front of Izabella’s grandmother, he hoped to come off with a better impression. His breathing gradually slowed as his ruffled hair fell down in his face as he let a small smile slide onto his face. He wasn’t too happy to discover the female with her grandmother since he knew he was intruding on the two. “Is this a bad time?” He questioned softly, stepping back a bit before pointing back the way he came. For some reason, the need to run back to the limo was strong, but he ignored it since he wouldn't be happen with himself if he did. Running only showed weakness, and he wanted to prove to Izabella that he still held the promise close to his heart.

Michael’s posture stiffened a bit when he heard voices saying they had found Izabella. A wave of confusion hit him over the head as he peeked over at the girl for some kind of answer. When he saw the bewilderment in the female’s eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable it was. “Yes it is I. Though, I can tell you aren’t too happy to see me.” Before he could step back out of the hiding spot, the figures of grown men and a woman entered into the scene as he felt despair in the pit of his stomach. What had he caused? The thought of running occurred to him, but he only threw glares over at the people who had come into view. Deciding to take a bit of action, he stepped towards the family when they threw questioning glances in his directions. “I…I just wanted to ask Izabella something.” He muttered towards them, cringing inside at being so close to a family that killed someone over who the fell in love with.

When the so-called Miles tossed Izabella over his shoulder, Michael could feel his chance of talking to her slipping out from his fingers. Holding up a finger, he turned his helpless gaze over towards the muscled man before speaking towards the grown-ups. “Is that really something to be rash about?” The boy asked as he silently pleaded that her parents understood where he was coming from. Though, he knew somewhere deep inside, they would disapprove of whatever relationship was going on between him and their daughter. Still, he prayed that they didn’t kill them over it. Michael took another step towards them, taking in their facial expressions while holding out his hand for them to give him a chance.

When Michael heard the order towards Miles, he could feel his heart tearing at the thought of not being able to talk to Izabella. If she left now, it would probably be the last time they saw each other. “Wait, please Mrs., Sykes.” He pleaded softly as his gaze softened and landed on the harsh parents in front of him. Why couldn’t they just trust him for a moment with their daughter. Brushing away a strand of hair, he couldn’t help but feel a bit desperate to talk to the girl. The sudden need to convince them pushed him over the edge as he tore his eyes away from them and focused on the male walking away from them with the girl slung over his shoulder. “Really, I promise I won’t her Miss Izabella. I have to talk to her about the other night.” The male’s voice dripped with a earnest tone as his eyes begged the bodyguard to just set the girl down and walk away.

Michael couldn’t help his feelings towards the girl and only wished that someone would realize that. That’s when Izabella’s grandmother stepped in and relief suddenly washed over him. “Thank you! Thank you!” The male praised her for the opportunity to be alone with Izabella as he felt a strange smile spread over his lips at her request. “I promise, I’ll take care of her.” He told her honestly as he watched Miles place Izabella back on her feet. When the girl called out in embarrassment, the boy knew that Izabella happened to me the same female he had been with the other night. Glad that he crawled out of the hiding spot, he dared to take another step forward as he watched the female’s grandmother pull her parents out of the spot, leaving the two alone. For once in his life, Michael was glad that he had welcomed the risk of falling for the Syke’s girl. It was strange to actually hear himself admitting up to enjoying the night with her, but it was even more bizarre that he still stood there, confidence spilling over him.

One thing Michael hadn’t expected was when the girl ran towards him and wrapped her arms around her neck. Wrapping his own arms around the girl, he couldn’t help but inhale the scent and enjoy the sound of her voice as she spoke towards him. It felt good to have the girl’s face buried into her own as she continued to babble on about everything. Surprisingly, instead of sobbing along with her, a caring smile pressed itself onto his lips as he didn’t bother replying to her until she was done. When the last word fell out of her lips, Michael couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were going through her head at the morning. For him, it was actually good thoughts about everything.

“Izabella, don’t say that.” Michael told her softly, stroking her hair in a soothing manner before continuing. “You’re everything that I want, and I’m sorry I’m making things so chaotic. I just had to see you and ask you something.” His tone was soft and caring as he took a deep breath and listened to her sobs with a sad smile on his face. “You’re beautiful without the mask on. I liked you because of your personality, but you just shocked me when I realized who you truly were. I wasn’t disappointed you were…well you.” Closing his eyes, Michael hoped that she hadn’t thought that he was ashamed of the night he had had with her. It was actually something he would relive if he had a second chance to.

Chuckling at how many times the female apologized, he continued to stroke the girl’s hair before talking again. “Listen, don’t be sorry. I was told the same story by the way.” Michael told her, assured that his father hadn’t been lying just to make a fool of himself. Hugging Izabella closer to his body, an idea suddenly popped into his mind as he thought about the limo his father had loaned him for the night. “Listen, I know the perfect place we can get away for the night. Just the two of us where we can talk in peace.” He mentioned under his breath as he waited for the girl to respond to him.

[Runaway_Coke17]

chipjacksongavin

kacｂａｂｙ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅ ｆｏｏｌｅｄ ｂｙ ｍｅ
kaceｕｎｄｅｒ ｔｈｉｓ ｓｋｉｎ ｌｕｒｋｓ ａ ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ
kaceyｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｋｉｌｌｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｂｌｏｏｄ.

Chip found it amusing that the female managed to get angry at him easily. Leaning his head against the door, he was glad that he had chose this one to harass than anyone else. She was much more interesting and easily-angered. Glad they were finally inside, he peeked over at the stubborn girl using one of the mirrors before flashing the knife in the reflection. Chuckling, the male nodded his head softly before deciding to reply to the girl. “I’ve got many names to call you, beautiful. Some of them aren’t as nice as others.” The childish smirk on his face replaced the stressed worry lines that were on his face.

Yep, this day was just going smooth for the male. Rolling his eyes at himself, he hoped that maybe the girl would sense his boredom and try an attempt at a conversation? It was doubtful, but everyone had their wishes they wanted to come true. “Back when you told me being nice wasn’t working, did I try too hard or not enough?” The mocking tone he took up was to see how pissed off her could really get Carson. He had already snapped when he pressed the blade against her throat, and it was her turn now. He wanted to break the girl mentally before physically torturing her. It all started with the brain and worked its way to torturing the human body. Well, if she didn’t just completely break and become some sort of side kick. That was doubtful, but you could never know with people like Carson. She was full of surprises Chip had yet to see, but he wanted to uncover them, slowly but surely. “How pissed off can I make you, darlin’?” Using a bit of slang in his sentence, he glared up at the girl with his striking eyes before letting the gaze soften.

Chip knew that the only thing he seemed to be zeroing in on was what happened to make her angry with him. As pathetic as it sounded, he was able to analyze someone for a while before mentioning their worst fears. He wasn’t some kind of physic, but it was a talent that helped him get ahead of his enemies. Running his fingers through the mess on top of his head, he felt the need to actually take a shower. The dirt felt like it was caked into his skin upon layers and layers, and it wasn’t the most pleasant kind of feeling. Normally, he probably would’ve taken a shower, but he couldn’t trust Carson by herself. With his luck, she would find a way to have the cops over and ready for an arrest by the time he was done with the shower.

There was a way he could make sure she wouldn’t get away, but the handcuffs would only be makeshift. They could easily break and then Carson would probably get away from him. Either way, his only option was to wait until he could find some way to make sure she stayed in the room. Hell, if he was that determined to take a shower, he would make her stay in the room with him. That way, she wouldn’t be able to find a weapon to use against him, and he could overpower her with his hands instead of a knife. Brushing locks of hair out of his eyes, the male let out a frustrated sigh, wondering what he did to deserve the attitude Carson gave him. Sure he might have it end in his mind to kill her, but he knew that if he slipped up and she got the knife, it would be his life hanging by the thread. Even with that possibility in the air, Chip didn’t really care about it.

The sudden chill that settled over the room caused Chip to shiver as he rubbed his hands against his arms. Wishing that he could trust the female, he knew that life would be dandy for the both of them. If she convinced him that she wouldn’t tell the police his location; he wouldn’t kill her. Though, he wasn’t going to mention that to her due to the fact that it wasn’t something he wanted her to do. It might have been easier on his life, but Chip liked a bit of challenge and to frighten the girl into listening to him. When her questions came back into his mind, he could hear her outside as clear as day before letting his lips slack open. Had he done something horrible that someone had to live with? Yes, but he didn’t have to answer the question if he pleased. “Well, Amy didn’t really suffer. At least not that I know of. I had been a bit distracted after I plunged the knife into her skin.” Pausing for a moment, he tapped on his chin thoughtfully before continuing. “But she didn’t have a pulse when I checked.”

The unanswered question Carson had presented irked him slightly. Why would she ask that question when she already knew the answer? Perhaps, she had guts after all. “As for the other question, I did do something that the girl would remember.” Chip pursed his lips, not really welcoming the memories of the young, blonde-headed woman in his head. Yet, he couldn’t help the pain he felt rip through his heart at the sight of her beautiful face. It had been a years or so since he had last seen her, but they both still could recall what had happened. They use to be the perfect couple that had the looks, the personality, and everything else going for them. Like most males, Chip had been anxious to get in her pants, not really knowing what consequences might arrive. So, when the condom slipped, a couple months later she informed him about the kid that was developing in her stomach. At first, the idea of being a father stuck in his head pretty good until he thought too much into it. After a week without his pills, he just sort of lost it.

Needless to say, the male had let his fists answer for him when she asked if he would stay for her. Though, he finally gained enough self-control to realize what he had done and slipped out of the door without being noticed. When the young girl woke up, not only was the baby lost, but her beloved boyfriend was no longer around for her. Surprisingly, she didn’t bring the matter to court nor did she even speak to Chip again. Every time Chip saw her strolling beside some guy at school, she would always look at him with the saddest of smiles that made him feel ashamed for not controlling himself. To this day, the thought of being a father frightened the boy into doing things he normally wouldn’t. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he glared over at the girl with pure hate etched into his eyes. “Thanks for helping me remember all that.” His tone was laced with sarcasm as he grinded his teeth against each other.

Remembering how Carson had snapped at him when he mentioned letting her live longer than necessary. “Do me a favor, doll. Cherish every minute I let you live.” The male called out towards her as he waved his knife in the air before coming up with a mischievous idea. The gleam in his eyes practically called out the plan as he lowered the knife and placed it on the ground. Using the tip of his shoe, he pushed it as he watched it slide across towards the girl. Landing a few inches in front of her, Chip let the smile spread across his lips. “Whoops. I guess I dropped it.” They both knew that he had done it on purpose, but he was just teasing the girl to see what she would do to him. Now that he didn’t have the knife, he just sat there, staring dumbly at the girl in front of him with the stupid smirk on his face. Tilting his head a bit to the side, he considered actually taunting the girl more but thought against it.

The smirk only grew wider when he realized that she hadn’t picked up the knife yet. “C’mon. Pick it up and show me that I need to fear you.” The boy ordered as he motioned for her to take the knife and actually use it on him. The chances of her actually picking up the knife and carving out his throat with it were slim to none. She might have the guts to do a couple things wrong in her life, but he knew she wasn’t capable of murder. Twirling a strand of his hair, he leaned up against the door with the taunting smile still sketched onto his lips. The girl seemed to be frozen in her place and if she didn’t take the knife soon, he would get frustrated with her. “Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual.” The male muttered towards her as he played with a little piece of his shoe string. Cracking his knuckles, the facial expression Carson wore was one that he also had on his. It signaled boredom and that they were sick of playing games. Still, the female didn’t move towards the knife that was on the shiny surface of the studio. “You’re pathetic.” He spat at her angrily before turning his head to glance at the mirrors.

Chip pointed a steady finger at her reflection before thinking up a smart a** comment to poke fun at her. He wanted to see what she would do with the knife. He wanted to actually fear for his life and see the hatred in Carson’s eyes. It wasn’t likely to happen due to the fact he found her weak and useless. There wasn’t anything she could do that could possibly strike fear into his heart. Well, unless she ended up telling him that she was pregnant with his child. If she even dared to play that card with him, he wouldn’t buy it. Mostly because he hadn’t made a move on her to even get her in bed. As far as he knew, it would be some other guy’s kid. Then, it would only make her beg even worse for both of their lives. Shaking his head at the thought quietly, he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest stubbornly, wondering what move she might make next. Returning his hand to point at her reflection, he cocked his head to the side before speaking.

“Is it me or does that look like one sorry b***h to you?” Hopefully, his words would either break her or drive her to the point where she would use the knife on him. Though, he was a bit shocked when she ventured over to him without the knife in his hand. Without the knife in his own hand, he knew that he couldn’t force the girl to do anything she didn’t want to. If she didn’t pick up the knife sooner or later, he would probably take it back and place it beside him. Still, the girl didn’t make any movements towards the knife. Instead, she continued to walk over towards him before kneeling down in front of him. The smirk on his lips hid what he was really feeling about being close to the female. Carson was the only one who had gotten close to him in a while. At least someone who wasn’t Amy. The sudden feeling of Carson’s lips against his own surprised him, especially when a bit of passion was added to it. For a second, his fingertips twitched with the anxious need to feel her soft skin. Shaking all thought out of his head, he tried to debate on who was a better kisser. The girl he had murdered or Carson in front of him. When the girl finally pulled back, Chip let his face stay emotionless with his lips parted.

Chip felt pretty bad that the girl had actually thought he would let her go if she kissed him. The kiss might have been pretty good, but he didn’t think that it would be good enough to let her go. Though, he was going to give her a bit more time to pick up the knife and actually do something to him. “Nope, I didn’t expect it. You’re right.” The male raised his eyebrow at her sweet tone, wondering where the viciousness had gone to. Pursing his lips, he watched her turn her back to him and switched his gaze towards the mirror. Waiting for her expression, he decided that it was better to let her have her chance of escaping him. Pointing at the knife, he knew she was smart enough to see where he was going but told her what he wanted anyways. “Pick up the knife and show me how bad you want to get out of her.” He challenged with the smirk painted on his lips.

xxxx

[Runaway_Coke17]

ＭＡＤＩＳＯＮ ＲＡＣＨＥＬ ＫＥＬＬＥＹ

↘TRAALALALA- - >↙

your lovely prom queen

xxxxxxxwhy bother, it`s senior year ?

The sudden sound of beeping filled the room as a young blonde tossed over in her bed. Throwing out her hand, she aimed for the alarm clock, missing miserably and hitting the table instead. Groaning in pain, her slender fingers finally located the button as she hit the off button. For a moment, Madison Kelley actually considered sleeping in, but she decided against it quickly. Slipping out of the bed, she yawned while rubbing one of her weary eyes. Running her fingers through the curly, blonde hair, she couldn’t help a second yawn that forced her mouth opened. “Gotta get up!” She encouraged herself as she jumped up from the bed to help out a little bit. Shaking her head, she ventured into the bathroom, flipping on the light before glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Grimacing at the girl that stared back, Madison turned the water in the shower to lukewarm before slipping off her clothing. Taking a hot shower actually seemed like a brilliant idea to the girl, but she couldn’t help but wonder if her sister would get up without her this time. If not, she might be a bit late due to the fact that she was determined to wash her skin clean of any dirt. After finally slipping into the shower, the warm water cascaded over her skin as a small smile settled onto her lips.

After scrubbing her skin clean, Madison’s smile on brightened when she realized the girl staring back at her in the mirror showed joy in her eyes. The green color was filled with excitement at the thought of actually going to school. Normally, she would dread going to school, but this happened to be the her senior year. This year was what she lived for - along with the laziness that came with it. Playing with her bottom lip, she held the towel around her body while traveling to the closet where her clothes hung in an orderly fashion. Running her fingers along the clothing, she finally located a pair of faded blue jeans along with a low cut shirt that would fit tight around her figure. Slipping on the lacy underwear, she smiled to herself before pausing in the middle of getting dressed. Pressing the ‘on’ button located on the top of the radio remote, the sound of Britney Spears blasted through the silence in her room. “One, two, three..” Trailing off since Madison didn’t really know the rest of the lyrics, she pursed her lips in thought before pulling her shirt over her head.

Madison’s mind seemed to bubble with thoughts as she finished pulling her pants up before glancing at herself in the mirror. Biting her lip gently, the girl pulled out her cell phone along with the lip gloss she bought the other day. Running it along her lips, she was glad when the shiny coat sparkled with the glitter that had been in it. Muttering a couple more of the lyrics, her Russian accent popped up in the words as she made her way back into the bathroom. Brushing her teeth thoroughly, the female changed out her earring before debating on whether or not to put in her septum ring. Peering at the hole, she decided that it would be best to do so if she didn’t want the hole to grow over. If the school had a problem with the piercing, Madison would just play dumb and talk Russian the whole time. Giggling at the thought, she pulled in the only piercing that looked good enough to be worn to school. The little balls at the end up it matched the color of her eyes as she pulled back to finish getting ready. Spraying on the perfume, she ran a brush through her hair, getting the rats out before deciding to go wake up her sister. Finding herself outside of her sister's bedroom, she peered in at the thirteen year old with a caring smirk on her face.

"Jenna, darling! Wake up!"
"No, leave me alone."
"Mom said to wake you up."
"I don't give a crap."
"You will when your late!"
"No, not at all."

Madison didn’t really concern herself with waking up the girl anymore. Waving her hand over her shoulder, the girl ventured down the hallway before poking her head into her mother’s room. Reacting to the empty room, she squealed in delight at the sight of her mother and father already off to work. This meant several things for the female. The first one being that she could cook for only herself and leave her sister to fend for herself and the second one being that she could turn up the music in the kitchen. Nearly slipping on the floor, Madison’s mind suddenly brightened when she came up with a bit of fun to add to her morning. Retreating to the end of the hallway. A smile painted itself on her lips as she sped off down the hallway, sliding on the slippery hardwood floor beneath her. Grabbing onto the door that opened up to the kitchen, Madison caught herself before losing balance and falling on her butt. Laughing all the while, she quickly gathered herself back up and pulled on the door handle to help her get up. Brushing loose strands of hair out of her face, she was glad to discover that no bones had been broken in the process of falling down.

Messing with the nose piercing for a moment, she turned on the radio that sang out one of Lady GaGa’s songs. Personally, the Russian female wasn’t too found of her but this particular song spoke out to her. “I want your ugly, I want your disease. I want your everything as long as it’s free.” Madison sang out cheerfully with the smile still located on her lips. Smiling silently to herself, she listened to the woman speak French, tapping along with the rhythm before pulling out a bowl and spoon. Placing them on the counter, she danced her way over towards the pantry, pausing for a moment to sing the fun part of the song. “Ra ra…” Trailing off into a whisper as she opened the pantry and dug around for the cereal. Finally emerging with the Cocoa Pebbles in her hand, the female went to shut her door but only slammed her finger in the doorway. “говно!" She exclaimed to herself when the sudden sound of shuffling in the hallway informed that she wasn’t alone. Turning her eyes to the doorway of the kitchen, she glared over at the girl before opening the refrigerator to retrieve the milk. Lacing her fingers through the handle, she didn’t bother answering the accusing gaze her sister threw at her. “What?” She asked innocently as her lips parted and her eyes widened to add to the tone she took on. “That’s a bad word.” The teenager informed her as Madison scoffed under her breath.

“Since when do you care what I say?” Madison questioned back with the same attitude she had received from the girl earlier. Then it suddenly dawned that the girl had understood her native tongue. Sure, Jenna had been raised with a Russian mother and sister, but she hadn’t expected her to actually know the language. Raising an eyebrow, she cocked her head to the side before watching the nervousness settle into her sister’s facial features. “Are you dating online Russians again?” Madison couldn’t help but be amused by the fact that her sister relied on the internet for a boyfriend. Truthfully, the girl was as pretty as someone could get, but the girl just didn’t seem to attempt relationships that were offline. What was with her lately? “Please don’t tell mom!” The teenager pleaded, folding her hands into prayer position as her eyes yelled out in agreement. “Fine, but you won’t tell mom about this little incident, right?” It was wrong to blackmail your sister, but Madison wasn’t really concerned with that. All she was concerned with was not getting grounded over the weeks.

"Okay, I won't."
"Do you promise, Jenna?"
"I swear on my life, Maddy."
"This conversation never happened."
"Of course not."

Pleased with her sister’s cooperation, Madison gasped when she realized that it was almost time for school. “Cereal is already out!” She informed her sister, slipping on a pair of black conversations before throwing her purse of her shoulder. Slipping the backpack strap over her shoulder, the female quickly dashed out the door with her cars keys smashing against each other. The sound of clashing metal filled the air as she dashed towards her car. The backpack didn’t really weigh her down as she finally managed to get to the car without ruffling her hair too much. Smoothing it down, she opened the door before throwing her things in the back of the car. Getting into the car, she slammed the door shut, attempting to put the key in the ignition. Discovering the key was missing, confusion settled over the girl since she had had it a moment ago. Then it dawned on the young blonde. Getting out of the car again, Madison pursed her lips as she glared at the keys silently sitting on the top of the car. Reaching out and grabbing them, she did the same routine, this time able to start up the car.

It didn’t take long for Madison to actually arrive at school. Reluctantly, the female parked her car and gracefully climbed out of the door. The familiar feeling of dread trickled up her spine as the female gently smiled at a couple of guys passing by her. The smile faded, though, when she realized that they were staring at certain body parts that weren’t meant to be stared at. Her extravagant, green eyes hardened before she snapped her fingers, startling them easily. “God, boys are so ignorant.” She muttered to herself, receiving a few passing nods from girls that went past her. Flipping her blonde locks over her shoulder, the smiling female proceeded to go to her first class of the day - English. Madison wasn’t completely thrilled with the subject, but she managed to deal with it over the years by passing with straight C’s and the occasional B. Slipping into the English class, she smiled at the substitute, knowing that the others would give her a bit of a hard time. Spotting a couple of her friends, she strolled towards them, placing her books on the desk top of an empty desk. “Hey guys! Did you sleep well?” The Russian accent caught on her words as she leaned over and gave them both a quick hug before pulling back.

translation;
говно! - s**t

[Runaway_Coke17]

ｋｒｉｓｔｉａｎＧＡＢＲＩＥＬｙｏｒｋ

iwantyourloveJe veux ton ａｍｏｕｒ
iwantyourloveloveEt je veux ta ｒｅｖａｎｃｈｅ
iwantyourloveloveloveJe ｖｅｕｘ ton amour
iwantyourlovelovelovelovejust give it to me all.
iwantyourloveloveloveloveloveyour love for me fuels my ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ.


dotdotheartheart<3►xxｊｅ ｔ`ａｉｍｅ, Ｔａｂｉｔｈａ

alexis alexis alexis

Kristian wasn’t sure how their relationship would change at school, but she knew she would put in effort into seeing Tabitha more. For some reason, she felt that it was a duty to do that. If the other female didn’t want her to, well then she wouldn’t. But until Tabitha personally told her not to do so. It was unlikely she would, but rumors might bubble up due to the sudden closeness they had. It wouldn’t really matter to Kristian what rumors popped up about them. It only signaled that someone was jealous they didn’t have an awesome relationship like the two girls had. Smirking at the thought, she couldn’t help but smile at the good luck that was in her life. Where was this a couple months back when she learned about the engagement? Shrugging off the thoughts, Kristian focused mainly on the fact that they were alone together. Finally. It seemed to take forever to get to a place they could show each other affection without being caught.

It felt nice to know that they were actually alone together without the their parents lurking in the house. Thinking back to what the girl had said about her mother, she wondered what her father thought about it. Truthfully, she knew he was relaxed with the fact and found her protectiveness adorable. As for Tabitha, Kristian could easily tell she wanted a bit of a break from her mother. Luckily, her father wasn’t one of the psychos that called her twenty-four seven when she hadn’t been home a minute or so after curfew. The only thing he was worried about was when she managed to get herself into a relationship. That’s when he pulled out the protective act and attempted to scare the boy (or girl) into treating Kristian right. Every time he did that, she couldn’t help but blush at his actions.

Why did parents always insist on embarrassing their teenagers? Kristian couldn’t really provide much of an answer since she was still wondering about it herself. Parents always managed to wedge themselves in between a conversation and bring out the naked baby pictures or something else embarrassing. It pissed Kristian off when her dad did that, but she tolerated for the fact that she loved the male no matter what he did to her. When Tabitha spoke up about texts, she held in the laughter before puffing out her lips in a pout. “I’m sorry, Tabs.” She whispered to her with a taunting smirk replacing the pout that she had earlier.

Kristian didn’t know why but poking fun at the other seemed natural. It was almost as natural as the bubbly feeling she felt around Tabitha. Though, the fun was only meant to come off as flirting and hopefully not as an insult. When the other girl buried her face against her own, Kristian could help but smile at the action. Hearing the female actually say ‘eh’, she found something else she could poke fun at. A devious smirk drew itself onto her lips as she ran her thumb along Tabitha’s cheek. “Yep. A Canadian *****] She answered with a laugh before throwing the girl a small wink. She loved having a relationship where she could tease Tabitha about things like her accent and other things she would taunt her about.

Kristian thoughts returned to what homework she might have the next day. It sucked to know that teachers gave you homework just to ruin any other plans you might have. Kristian couldn’t even tell you how many times she had to rearrange her plans just to fit in writing an essay or studying for a test. Why couldn’t they just lay off on assigning a ton of homework? Once again, Kristian came up with a blank when she tried to provide a logical answer for the teachers. Suddenly distracted by Tabitha’s voice, she nodded to her statement before drifting off into thoughts of how to decorate the tree house.

Debating on what color would look better splashed on the wall, Kristian couldn’t choose between the color blue or red. If she actually felt up to painting the place, it would need a color that they both enjoyed looking at. For some reason, she had a feeling that they would come here to just talk to each other without the risk of being caught in the middle of kissing or anything else. It was still a bit strange that their parents wouldn’t approve of the relationship. They were only step sisters, and the relationship wouldn’t be considered incest. Well, it really depended on who you asked. Even if some didn’t mind the relationship, there would still be people who frowned upon. It would mostly be the homophones that were convinced people who dated the same sex would go to hell. Surprisingly, Kristian knew a couple of those that treated her life she had some disease. It was always fun to see their reaction when they heard she was going out with a girl.

When Tabitha admitted to having horrible taste in fashion and hair color, Kristian couldn’t help but smile at her honesty. Seeing how the color would be up to her, she decided to dye her hair either blonde or just a simple red color. Hopefully Tabitha wouldn’t hate the color she decided on. That was the whole reason she wanted to even ask the female. Kristian wasn’t the type to care much what other people thought, but she would have been devastated if the other female hated the color she picked. “I bet it’s doesn’t suck. You might just need a little bit of guidance.” The red-headed told her with a small smile starting to develop on her lips. Kristian was positive that a small part of Tabitha probably cared about looks - maybe not as much as others might.

Once again Tabitha’s voice pulled her from her thoughts as the smile developed into a lopsided grin. Hearing Tabitha stutter, Kristian couldn’t help but find her breath lodged in her throat. As much criticism they would endure if it got out, she couldn’t deny the fact that their was an attraction that brought them together. They might have been the exact opposite of each other, but it was what pulled them closer to each other. “Only if you want to be.” She told her softly with the smile bright on her lips.

[Runaway_Coke17]

chipjacksongavin

kacｂａｂｙ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅ ｆｏｏｌｅｄ ｂｙ ｍｅ
kaceｕｎｄｅｒ ｔｈｉｓ ｓｋｉｎ ｌｕｒｋｓ ａ ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ
kaceyｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｋｉｌｌｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｂｌｏｏｄ.

Chip wasn’t really sure what to do now. He had willingly gave the knife to Carson, but she had yet to even pick it up. He doubted that she would even bother touching it due to the fact she didn’t have a spine. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite sure that would happen. It was just a very big possibility she wouldn’t pick it up. Surprisingly, he wouldn’t be shocked if she did take her chances with the knife. The girl was full of surprises, and the kiss had been on of them. Running his fingers through his hair, Chip let out a bored sigh before looking around the room for something to do. Deciding on starting up a conversation that didn’t involve losing temper, the male spoke up. “So, how are you doing on this…well whatever this day is.”

The yawn that suddenly popped onto his lips surprised him as he covered it up with the palm of his hand. Not bothering to excuse himself, the male shook the weariness off, knowing that napping would be impossible. He had to keep an eye on the prison standing in front of him. Replacing the blank facial with one of curiosity, he listened to the girl speaking. Chip just shrugged when she told him not to call her any names. Ignoring her, he turned his head to look in the mirror at the bloody nose on his face. Rubbing his thumb over it, he winced as he began to wonder if she had actually broken his nose. If she had, it didn’t hurt too much - just put him into a rage. “Calm down will you sweet cheeks?” The smile of mockery returned on his lips once the sentence slipped out.

Chip didn’t know what it was, but he find Carson adorable when she was pissed off at him. Usually, the guys were just annoyed when a female was mind, but he enjoyed it. Mostly because that’s when her good comebacks and actions came from. Watching as she tugged at the dry blood, the smirk grew wider at seeing her struggle. Truthfully, he knew blood was pretty hard to get out, but he knew Carson deserved it. She had ran from him and caused him to go into a fit of rage. So, the only logical reason in Chip’s head was to say she deserved it. For a moment, he actually considered helping her out, but he stayed rooted to the spot on the floor. When she told him to look, he glanced around for some reason why she was telling him this. It wasn’t until he heard her sentence that he realized what she meant.

Chip smirked at the girl’s feistiness, enjoying every single minute of it. “You’re sexy when your angry. Please, do go on.” He encouraged with his arms crossed over his chest and the crooked smile present at his lips. He might not have had the knife, but he was trying to keep intimidating her with his comments. Taunting her until she actually picked up the knife and used it. He doubted she would go as far as slitting his throat, but she would attempt something. He could just feel it in his bones. “I’d really like to see you make me, Carson.” Chip practically spit out her name like it was a bad taste in his mouth that he wanted to get rid of.

Oh, how he loved getting under Carson’s skin! It was something he had made-up his mind on. Waiting for something to happen, he knew that he would enjoy whatever comeback or action she aimed at him. He hoped like hell that she reached for the knife. For a moment, he saw the girl’s fingers twitched, but she only seemed to be calming down from his previous statements. That disappointed him since he knew she could really use the knife if he aimed higher with his remarks. “You remind me of my mother.” He told her as he tapped on his chin lightly before speaking up again. “I really never enjoyed my mother.” He added as he stood up and leaned against the door.

It was true. Chip had never been fond of his mother ever since he had caught her cheating on his dad. He went ballistic that night, but she made him swear he wouldn’t tell anyone about what he witnessed. Ever since them, he looked down at women like they were trash in the garbage. To him, garbage was better than them. It was pretty bad how screwed up he was in the head, but it was his fault he didn’t take his medicine regularly like it was recommended. When she began to question him, the male raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side while peering at her with sharp, blue eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Chip couldn’t believe that she actually wanted her to think he had done something someone would live with forever. Maybe killing his kid wasn’t that bad, but his ex-girlfriend refused to talk to him.

The disbelief he felt was overwhelming, but he did nothing to prove the girl wrong. Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, the male turned his sparkling eyes towards the female with the grin still on his lips. Suddenly getting an idea, he licked a bit of the blood off his lips before launching into what he was going to say. “You want to know what I did? It’s a really great story, sweet heart.” The male teased, sounding like a two year old bragging about his newest toy. “It’s a great story we can tell our kids when we get older.” Chip informed her with the same devious smirk on his face that he had when he explained how he killed Amy. Truthfully, he doubted a relationship would bubble up with the girl, but he decided it would irritate her more. Feeling a rush of anger when she answered him sarcastically, the male had to remind himself to be civil. Instead of going after her with his hands, the male just brushed the comment off.

When Carson accused Chip of having bad memories, he face remained the same as it had been - emotionless. Even the smile had managed to slip from his lips as he took a deep breath before explaining everything to her. [******** no I’m not. But they aren’t bad memories.” He shrugged, not really caring that he killed an unborn baby a couple months back. It wasn’t any worse than what he was doing now - harassing and holding a girl hostage. Not to mention the plans he had in his mind for Carson. They weren’t the nicest things in the world either. When she began to go off on him, Chip lost it like he did with other females in his life.

“You don’t ******** know me, Carson! You don’t know what I’ve done and what I regret. You’re just some ******** b***h that picked me up off the side of the road! You don’t know anything about me. So, before you go accusing me ‘doing things I’ll regret’, I suggest you look deep in your mind. Just for the simple fact that I don’t need a knife to kill you right now.” Chip wasn’t sure what he was saying, words just seemed to be slipping out of his lips without his brain registering them. His mind was in a jumble and too confused to sort everything out for a logical answer. “You’ll cherish whatever the hell I tell you! I’m the boss around here.” He hissed as he threw the girl several dirty looks, wishing he had the rope like he intended on bringing. If he had done what he had planned on doing, the female wouldn’t be mouthing off to him. Instead, she would probably be tied up with duck tape pressed on her lips. That way he wouldn’t have to hear the back-sassing and the attitude she was giving him.

Kiss or not, Chip wasn’t going to let the girl go unless she climbed over his dead body. No matter how much she would protest, he was going through with the torture plans - with rope or not. Calming down a bit, he answered her question through gritted teeth with his eyes glaring at the mirrors to help him cool down a bit. “I don’t know.” He told her truthfully, not really sure why he was doing any of this. He just wasn’t himself, and he couldn’t control the blood lust that was beginning to settle on him. “Yes, you’re pathetic and spineless.” The boy muttered as he attempted to keep his eyes from straying over towards her. Her words cut him like the knife that was resting on the ground. For a moment, he actually considered just letting her finish him off. She reminded him of several ex-girlfriends in his live, which made the male cringe at Carson’s words.

Why did she have to bring up that little fact? Grimacing, the male actually started to feel a bit of emotion towards the words. He felt guilty for everything he put Amy and Carson through. “Look, I don’t think that...” His tone was softer as he attempted to deny the words the she had spoke. Unfortunately, his eyes dropped to the ground when he realized that they were all right. Feeling a bit pathetic, he almost reached out and told the girl to go, but he decided against it. Chip was too frightened to go to jail, and he knew he wouldn’t last too long in the place. They would literally eat him alive. The sudden movement alerted Chip as he walked the girl slowly pick up the knife. Considering what to do, his mind was sudden thrown into a rage when the girl chunked the knife at his head. Luckily, it missed and shattered the glass that was beside him.

In a flash Chip was advancing towards the girl until she suddenly sprinted past him and threw the door open. Tearing after her, he knocked into one of the tables, throwing it down and spilled all that had been on it. Running behind the girl, he was really starting to get tired of everything that was happening. Spotting the girl at the stairs, he climbed them two-by-two, reaching the girl with enough time to grabbed the roots of her hair. Gritting his teeth, he braced himself for the fall as he tripped on some of the stairs. Seeing how he had a grasp on Carson’s hair, the both hit the floor and his grasp was lost. “Ow…” The boy muttered as he clutching the side of his head that hit the stair railing. The gash on his head slowly oozed out blood as he felt himself getting a bit light-headed. Doing the only thing logical, he took off his shirt and pressed the cloth to his hand while beads of blood from his hand dripped on his stomach. Looking around wildly for the girl, he wondered what injuries she might have sustained. Spotting her quickly, he decided it would be best to ask her if she was hurt. "Everything okay? He muttered weakly.

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[Runaway_Coke17]

ｋｒｉｓｔｉａｎＧＡＢＲＩＥＬｙｏｒｋ

iwantyourloveJe veux ton ａｍｏｕｒ
iwantyourloveloveEt je veux ta ｒｅｖａｎｃｈｅ
iwantyourloveloveloveJe ｖｅｕｘ ton amour
iwantyourlovelovelovelovejust give it to me all.
iwantyourloveloveloveloveloveyour love for me fuels my ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ.


dotdotheartheart<3►xxｊｅ ｔ`ａｉｍｅ, Ｔａｂｉｔｈａ

alexis alexis alexis

Well, at least the stress was beginning to fade from the picture. The air around Kristian was fresh and almost convinced her to come out there more often. Unfortunately, she doubted that would happen with her hectic school schedule. If she felt like going outside when she was suppose to be doing homework, she would without a doubt. Anything beat doing the homework that was assigned to geometry. She just didn’t seem to get the stuff and often found herself cheating off the smart kid next to her. As shameful as it may sound, the kid didn’t really mind letting her see a couple of answers she got stuck on. Then again, it could be the fact that she looked like a druggie with her multi-colored hair and skinny figure. Don’t get her mix up with those kinds of people, though.

That was the one things Kristian couldn’t stand when it came to school and the stereotypes. People just labeled other people just for the fun of it. If she had enough power, she would have struck out against it. Sadly, though, she was considered a crowd hopper and couldn’t make up her mind where to settle. It was doubtful she would stick with one group and leave all the other alone. Kristian enjoyed being able to fit in the many stereotypes that tried to reach out of her. Somehow, she always managed to leave the trend before people could stick the stereotype on her. As for being known as the druggie, she ignored all the comments she received from everyone. It was just some foolish rumors that was out to destroy her reputation, but she held her head high in determination. Unfortunately, even the greatest of people managed to fall when it came to rumors. For now, she would try to resist the tugs it had on her reputation. Kristian knew sooner or later she would be dragged under a whole bunch of s**t.

Kristian was just waiting for the day where that would happen. Where everything came crumbling down, but she was safe for now. Hearing Tabitha speak up, a small smile introduced itself to her lips when she heard the girl speak the new nickname. “Yep!” She told her with a sly grin before nodding her head slowly. When the girl question her, Kristian pretended to think quietly before coming up with a logical answer. “I have no clue. I guess as many as I can come up with?” The statement came out more of a question as she chuckled with her words. Knowing her, she would end up with twenty different nicknames for Tabitha. Unless something distracted her during the process which was likely to happen with her attention span.

Seeing a scowl cross itself over the girl’s face, she could help but smile silently to herself. Kristian just couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s accent when she added in the ‘eh’ part. It was just too adorable to skip over. Hearing something about sabotage, the smile on her lips widened into a grin before she leaned her closer. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” She asked as innocently as she pressed her lips against Tabitha softly. Pulling back, the smile soon turned into a pout when she thought about the things Tabitha could do. “I don’t like being sabotaged, though.” She pouted towards the other girl.

Running her fingers through her hair, Kristian actually considered laying down on the floor. When she saw a spider crawl across the floor, she thought it would be best to just stand up for now. Spiders weren’t something she was known to like when it came down to creatures. If she had to pick, a fluffy dog would be her favorite since her mother had one at her house. Winny, the adorable Boxer, was a lovable dog with the tendency to flop down on you whether there was something in your lap or not. “I wish my dad would let me get a dog.” Muttering her thoughts out loud, she couldn’t help but sulk at the fact her dad refused to get a dog.

He refused to get a dog, yet he was persistent on going to church? Kristian didn’t understand the man, but he did admire him for sticking up with her attitude. As much as she despised going to church, but her father did everything in his power to actually get her up. She wasn’t some atheist but going to church usually meant being tormented by the boys and girls in the Bible study class. They would just continuously tell her she going to hell for her ways of liking both genders. Fortunately, they shut up when she gives them a glare or snaps at them. Why were people so damn religious? Usually Kristian didn’t mind people who were religious as long as they didn’t shove their views down her throat. If they did shove it down there, she wouldn’t tolerate it any longer and usually ended up telling them to kiss her a**. It was the normal stuff when you were told you’re going to hell for your sins.

When Tabitha replied to her, Kristian couldn’t help but laugh at what she said. “Wow. How about I be your therapist and help you out with that problem?” Towards the end of the sentence, Kristian attempted to make her voice sound like a therapist but ended up failing pretty miserably. Laughing at herself, she knew that it wasn’t her best impression, but it wasn’t like she was trying to be serious. She was just flirting with her possible girlfriend. There was no doubt in her mind that they were in a relationship. They might have been the complete opposite of each other, but there was a certain attraction between them. “Speaking of medication,” Pausing for a moment to clear her throat, Kristian couldn’t help but let a grin slide onto her features. “think it would help your mom with her paranoia?” Teasing her step-mother lightly, she was glad that the older female wasn’t there to actually hear what she was saying. Who knew what she might do if she over heard her?

A relationship with Tabitha would actually cheer Kristian up. Even if the relationship wasn’t public, she was just glad to finally be with the girl she had been crushing on. Once again, a bubble of happiness swelled up inside of her when she realized that Tabitha actually wanted to be in a relationship with her. Smiling to herself, the girl didn’t have time to reply when the other pressed her lips against her own. “It will do for now.” She teased with the grin on her lips again. She didn’t know why, but Tabitha always made her smile at the smallest of things. It was strange to actually admit to herself that she was falling for the girl, but she would get use to the idea. Seeing how they had both agreed on a relationship, Kristian knew one that was for sure. This had to be kept a secret.

[Runaway_Coke17]

↘ohlordshesbeautiful↙

Ｋｙｌｅ Ｍｉｃｈａｅｌ Ｈｅｎｎｅｓｓｅｙ

aka mr. bad boy

“Mickey Hennessey! Get your butt up!” The feminine voice of his mother drifted through the bedroom door as the figure in the bed groaned. Shoving the pillow over his ears, the boy closed his chocolate eyes, not really wanting to endure school that day. School was never a great joy, but it was always fun skipping it to go to the skate park or just going to see who might challenge you. Fighting was one of the things that Kyle was good at, but he refused to use his fist unless they insulted him or went to get first his. When sudden weight was pressed on the foot of the bed, Mickey’s eyebrow raised slightly as he sat up. Meeting with his other mom, Kayla, a small smirk presented itself onto his mouth. Pecking her lightly on the cheek, he couldn’t help but hug the adorable and older female. Brushing a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder, the cheeky smile on his lips brightened. “Good morning mother!” He told her cheerful while his own brown locks were settled in a mess on top of his head. He might have been the bad boy of the school, but he loved his two mothers dearly. Watching a carefully measured smile draw itself onto the girl’s face, worry suddenly overcame his features. “Is something wrong?” He asked quietly as he reached over to pat his mother on her back. Stopping him, she stood up hastily before nodding her head a bit. “Well, sort of. You’re…mother wants to see you.” Not dawning on the male, he chuckled as the gleam in his eye sparkled with humor. “Look, I don’t think that’s a problem. She’s downstairs. I’ll j-” The woman gave him an apologetic look before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “I mean your real mother.” The soft tone she used with him sickened Kyle as he tried to hide the distaste that had leaked onto his face.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to see her. Now get out of my room.” Mickey growled with the distaste loud in his voice. Seeing a flash of anger in his adoptive mother’s eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder why she would make him go against his will. Truthfully, he didn’t want to see his real mother until he was ready to accept the fact that she no longer wanted him. It hurt to think that your own mother didn’t want you as a child. It made him feel more like a disappointment than a real person. “I’m the parent around here young man, and I’m tell you right now that you’re going to see her.” Her voice was strict and demanding as they both stared at each other with the same amount of fury in their eyes. “I said, get out.” Mickey’s voice was louder and definitely more demanding as the hate in his eyes flashed. There was no way he would be meeting up with someone who had given him up when he was a kid. She didn’t want him then, why would she want him now? Questions ran through his mind as his adoptive mother walked towards the door, pausing before she could exit. “In case you didn’t realize it, you’re grounded for speaking to me like that.” She informed him as he suddenly felt the need to get over the stress that overcame him.

Throwing the pillow at his wall, Mickey wasn’t too surprised when a couple photos fell down from their place on the wall. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out the packet of cigarettes and slipped one out. Pulling out the lighter that was in the pack, he traveled over towards the window, opening the latch before finally feeling a breeze slap his face. Smiling at the predawn morning, he couldn’t help but notice a figure down below him. Watching as someone’s dad grabbed the newspaper, he wondered idly what it would be like to have a father instead of two mothers. Sudden movement caught his eyes as he paused in the middle of lighting the cigarette. Was that a girl on the roof? Curiosity bubbled up in the pit of his stomach as he leaned out to get a closer look. Sure enough, the girl slipped back into her room from doing whatever she did on the roof. Sudden realization hit him over the head like a frying pan as a small smile pulled up his lips. It was none other than the infamous Alaska that had managed to seize his attention. Mickey felt the need to actually know what she was doing but ignored the pinching in his stomach. Losing the suddenly good mood, he wasn’t too happen when he saw one of his own mothers waltz out onto the lawn for the newspaper. “Stupid ******** b***h. Wanting to come see me like I’m some exhibit at a museum.” He growled, shaking his head before lighting the cigarette.

Jamming the cigarette between his lips, he smiled and waved at the female in front of him. Taking the cigarette from his lips, he held it up with the devious smile etched into his lips. “Want a smoke, Zoey?” He asked out loud as he watched the color drain from Zoey’s facial expression. Ducking into the house, he sprinted over towards the door, locking it so they couldn’t bust into his room. Leaning up against it, he inhaled the cigarette and felt the familiar burning sensation in his throat, only reminding him of how much he hated cigarettes. Unfortunately, it was really the only thing he could do the relieve the stress he felt. The banging on his door startled him, but he didn’t bother unlocking the door. “Open this door right now!” Zoey’s strong voice flooded into the room as he only chuckled at her. The mere threat didn’t cause much fear to ripple through him as he snuffed out the cigarette on the hard wood flood. “Give me that cigarette right now!” Once again she added in the ‘right now’ part as he took it seriously and slide the burning cigarette under door.

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Look at him
Look at me.
That boy is bad

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