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[ghetto trash]

from: you can't make someone love you with a song; 2009

ghetto trash

xxxxxxxxx{ come with me. come with me }
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwe'll travel toxi n f i n i t y.




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Believe it or not, there was a down side to getting free concert tickets.

At least, there was if you were Elliot Adler, and if you worked for Radio/Active; Hollywood. It meant that even though you weren’t actually doing any work (not yet - anyway), you were still representing the radio station, and any step out of line could cost you your job. So, while all her friends had at least had one alcoholic drink, Elliot had had the total of none, and a Sprite. This night was long, and, although the music was good, she, like her friends, had reservations about being at a Sixth s**t concert. It was highly convenient for the other girls that a bar was included in the over age section, and they could drink to forget who was on stage, and just enjoy the music. Elliot, however, was reminded with every line, by the screaming girls in band shirts, the banners hanging behind the band, and everything else around her. The thing that caught her most, however, was the voice of one Alexander Keith Andrews... a voice Elliot would rather forget. Because, while she and Alex were never actually a couple there was a certain attachment the two had for one another that hadn’t actually been completely severed when she decided to leave.

While there had been Asher after Alex, Elliot couldn’t shake the lingering thoughts and feelings she didn’t want to hold – and told all her friends she actually didn’t. Asher had been a sweet, shaggy-blond haired, surfer boy from Byron Bay she’d met when she’d gone back to Melbourne; and even though she was half a world away – literally, and while Asher was sweet and loving, Elliot felt guilty every time she saw him, let alone when they spoke, hugged, kissed, or worse... Made love. She knew that when she’d given Asher the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line, the 24 year-old youth worker had taken it for what it was – sincere and genuine. He would make some (worthy) girl very, very happy. Elliot, on the other hand, was doomed, if not forever, then at least till 24 or 25...

She slunk into herself, hugging her arms around her thing frame against some imaginary cold. Elliot Adler was a tall, slender (but athletic), blue eyed being, whose aforementioned features had been obtained through her mother’s Germanic genes (as had been her last name, seeing as her parents were not married when Elliot had been born). Her pale skin, however, was due to her father’s French – Chilean blood, and was clear as day, glossy and soft. Clinging to her strong frame was a pair of straight legged, black jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a beaded vest. On her feet, she worse a pair of battered old converse low rises. All the items, save for her shoes (for she was a size eleven) had been thrifted with a careful eye. Her wide, red hair was pulled back into a messy, loose knot at the back of her head, resting in the middle, with a few bits straggling here and there. She wore no make-up, simply because she didn’t need it, her features stood out on their own (that and honestly, she couldn't be bothered, she worked in radio, not television) but she didn't look messy, she looked clean, and as pretty as a girl could when surrounded by thousands of sweaty, screaming fans. Around her neck, a lanyard which gained her AAA which she had been playing with only a few songs ago dangled loosely. In a small handbag (also thrifted) was a compact digital camera, and a notepad and pen – she might as well get some notes down, as she was sure she would be asked to do a quick review on the night on air the next day.

As the number of songs played started climbing, Elliot realised that a regular set for a headlining band only consisted of about 15 to 20 numbers. And that was when she started quietly panicking.

Had they seen her? Had Alex seen her? Would they have even been able to from where they were? What would they say when the five girls stood in front of them? Would they just laugh and walk away? Would the girls be asked to leave? Would someone throw a hissy fit? Would she still get her interview? Oh god, those and a million other questions started to rush by, but Elliot was only holding on to one, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it involved the band’s lead singer. Her palms began to sweat and she started muttering to herself that she couldn’t go on with it. But then she looked around her and realised that she actually didn’t have it as bad as the other girls did. Her relationship with the boys wasn’t as turbulent or prone to any kind of heartbreak, just a nagging, saddening and only slightly lonely feeling every once in a while (or so she said...). In fact, it had been her that was the problem all along, with her friends though; it had been the other way around.

She watched her friends with a close eye, and as Amie disappeared, and then re appeared, along with Chazzie, Elliot couldn't help but notice the physical feeling of panic. And then slight annoyance when she was informed that the boys actually weren't there. No matter, as the group of girls made their way towards the limo, Elliot took the chance to go over her plan. She knew there was no way any of the girl's would go unrecognised by the band, but that didn't mean that Elliot wasn't going to act out of order. She would introduce herself as she would to any other band, get her interview, and then she could relax - away from the ghosts of her past. When Amie began to raid the min-bar, she realised that it would be a whole lot easier with an alcoholic beverage in her hand, and mouthful of cold bubbles running down her throat. She too, grabbed for a glass, and held it out to Amie to fill (seeing as the note from the band had said to take a drink, she didn't see how she could actually get in trouble from work, it would be plain rude of her to turn down the offer - after all!) and took a small sip. It was a gorgeous colour, and good quality. Growing up with champagne snobs for parents, it was something she looked out for automatically. She took another sip, bigger this time, and relaxed into the soft leather of the limo seats.

"I'll try and be as quick as I can, and then we can move on to a club or something..." She told the girls, (her Australian accent noticeable, from having re-visited her birth place only a few months ago to do a travel segment for the stations television sector), thinking they would want to be in and out of this so called party ASAP. They all had their own problems with the band, and while she was sure the girl's would want to stay, some of them could get downright embarrassingly emotional - starting with Bella, who was beyond plastered, and surely would have no hold over her tear ducts, thoughts or the words which might fly out of her mouth before anyone could trap them. Finishing the rest of her champagne, she smiled softly. "Hey, girls - we're in a free band limo! Who's got the camera?" She suddenly said loudly, trying to lighten the mood - then again, maybe she was the only one putting a dampener on it....

everyday i wake up and it's s u n d a y whatever's in my h e a d won't go a w a y the radio is playing all the u s u a l

whatsawonderwallanyway

it's good to know that you are home for c h r i s t m a s it's goo to know that you are doing w e l l it's good to know that you don't know i'm h u r t i n g

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[ghetto trash]

from: poetry of the air; 2009

ghetto trash

xxxxxx{ well i woke up; with the war in my head. }
xxxxxxxxxxxxi've got one too many itches, and you're just anotherxs t i n g .

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●xxi hear the dogs bark; like distant drums.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxheavy breathing.

the kind where your nostrils flare.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxvery attractive.



xx but besides that:


xxxx ·this can’t be happening.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit’s not fair.




my name doesn’t ever fit on the lines provided to fill out forms. c h e s t e r i s a a c m o u n t
Chester Isaac Mount, no idea why i always write it in full, something about security in NUMB3RS.



xx but besides that:


xxxx ·this can’t be happening.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit’s not fair.



her name fits.
perfectly.
curled.
a smiley face at the end.
tiny.
mocking...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit’s not fair.

i wouldn’t have minded, if it wasn’t her.
i like working with people
or if she’d mad a lobotomy.
or even if i had.
one to remove memories.



xx but besides that:


xxxx ·this can’t be happening.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit’s not fair.



i can’t work with her.
xoxoeven the sight of her name makes me want to be sick.
in all its perfect, curled, smiley faced, tiny, mocking glory.
how am I supposed to write anything with her there?
she’d probably steal all the credit too.

it can’t happen...

xxxxxxxxxxxxx .... not again

she stole from me.

not my music. xxxxxxxxxxxxx ♫ ♪
nor my 𝔞 𝔯 𝔱
not my ideas.

or my heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ❤

she stole my chance.






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ooc|i got impatient.
this is ugly, and pretty bad, but oh well.
xD
hope you can work with it.

[ghetto trash]

from: sumer lovin'; 2008

ghetto trash

{ y o u o c a u g h t o m e o b y x t h e o w a y s i d e }

xoBenjamin Oliver Davis. A few things were noticeable about the eighteen year old at first glance. He was tall, built and had a kind of tough look about him. That was probably what had earned him the job as a security guard in the first place. It sure as hell wouldn’t have been his personality, seeing as he wasn’t a tough as he looked. He wouldn’t hurt a fly; not that he’d let you know. His did have a title to live up to after all. He rolled out of bed and dragged himself across his bedroom. He was living on his own, thanks to his father, who had pretty much completely funded his moving away from home and staying in the States – the condition had been that Ben would get a job (any job) as quickly as he could. And he had. It hadn’t been all that difficult either.

xoWith an apple in between his teeth, the dark haired and fresh out of high school male set out his clothes for the day. The good thing about being a security guard, rather than working a food stall or any of the rides at the park was that he didn’t have to wear a stupidly hideous uniform. Just anything clean cut and easy to move in. Something that looked respectable, but also allowed him to “blend” easily. He chose a pair of dark wash jeans a slightly loose, v-neck white tee shirt. Laying them out on his unmade bed, he threw his apple cor out the window and onto the nature strip and headed towards the bathroom for his daily grooming routine.

xoIt didn’t consist of anything fancy. Shower, dry, leave bathroom and dress. He didn’t do anything to his hair unless he was going out or something, and it looked pretty good flat anyway, plus, he’d just seen the time on his way back to his bedroom, and noticed that he was running more than a little behind schedule. He’d over slept and would now be late if he didn’t hurry.

xoHe quickly slipped his jeans on over his underwear and pulled the tee over his head in one tug. He grabbed a pair of black converse high tops and put them on (after of course, his odd socks) and frantically grabbed for his phone, keys, wallet and his watch before leaving the room, grabbing his coat from it’s place on the floor in the lounge area and rushing out the front door. He double checked that the door was locked and was then out of there. Well, metaphorically. He wasn’t even in his car yet, and there was a possibility that it wouldn’t have started the first time around… Or the second.

xoThird time lucky. His old Jeep started and he put it into gear, checking the clock, he was a bit better for time, if he didn’t get any red lights, he’d make it with a few minutes to spare – enough time for a coffee. He turned the radio on and was happy to hear that his half sister, Hazel hadn’t fiddled with the tuning when he’d picked her up from ballet practise the other day, and had to wait in the Jeep on the way to her house while he stopped at the bank. She tended to do that, and he tended not to notice, with all her mindless babble drowning out any other noise. But still, the strange and sometimes annoying qualities were what made Benjamin love his siblings, and his ex-step-parents.

xoWith his favourite song playing on the station, Ben was feeling good about work, for some reason, one he couldn’t quite figure out. He pulled into the part of the car park that was reserved for employees only and slid out of the Jeep, grabbing his backpack as he did so, realised he’d left it in there the night before. He made sure the car was locked and made his was into the park, a slight smile playing on his lips; he was starting to imagine different reasoning as to why he was happy. He knew that a certain someone he might see if and when he went to get a coffee. He stopped off at the lockers first, shoving his back pack in there and then made his way to the just opened food stands. “Hello…?” He asked quietly, hoping someone was actually there, now that he could smell (and see) it, Ben really, really wanted coffee. A long black to be precise.

[ghetto trash]

from: the baby borrowers; 2009

ghetto trash

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx{ you want it. oh, she's got it. }
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxf r e e - is all that she could bleed.




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●xxlet the good times roll; let the good times roll.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jazz was tired.

She'd spent the entire night packing, because true to her nature, she had left it to the very last minute. She’s been dozing for most of the car ride – it was longer than she had expected it to be. It was weird being chauffer driven. It was unusual for Jazz to be so quiet, even in awkward situations she was usually able to make conversation and lighten moods. The air was stale in the car and she wound down the window slowly, resting her head on the frame, her face welcoming the cool breeze as it brushed her skin and lightly threw her hair. She wished she was able to be more comfortable with her situation – enough to talk to Chess about it. But real problems and secrets were something so unusual and alien to Jazz, and she and Chess weren’t a couple for serious conversations, it seems that her subconscious was not allowing her to air her feelings, like it wanted her to savour the moment in which she was entitled to a secret.

But it wasn't exactly the kind of secret that wouldn’t make itself known in time. Left to her own devices, Mother Nature would soon being to make obvious changes in Jazz body, if she was, as she feared, pregnant. She was too young for motherhood, and too young to make a the move to alleviate herself of the burden of carrying another life inside of her for nine months – and then the rest of the child's life. She wondered how much easier things would be if they were still fifteen – or if she just wasn’t in this situation. When they'd signed up to the experiment, it had been for a laugh and for something to do, Jazz wasn’t seriously thinking about getting married and settling down, she wasn’t the kind to stop still for long, save the rest of her life. She had no doubt in her mind that she and Chester would be together for a long time, even before the possibility of her baring a child came along, but even the idea of having their relationship made official scared her. It made her feel claustrophobic. Trapped. Much as she felt now. Chester knew something was wrong, and Jazz knew that he knew, and for that, she felt guilty. But she needed time to figure it all out for herself before she talked to him about it. She wasn’t sure how he’d take the news, and if Jazz wasn’t ready for parenthood, or even the possibility of it, she highly doubted that he would be.

She heard a small scratch along the car seat and felt Chester's hand on hers. She moved her head from the window frame to rest the right side of her face on the material and returned his smile. Lacing her fingers with his, she felt more comfortable, if still conflicted. Giving a tired chuckle, she nodded heavily. "I think..." I'm pregnant... "that it will not be necessary – I have the perfect retaliation," s**t, now she’d have to think of one. She could hide burning sticks on incense to chair legs, so it would look like the furniture was burning – it wasn’t enough though. She could balance all the glasses on the bench tops in pyramids. But that was more 'artistic' than a prank. She could remove all the draws from a chest. Cut out the backs, hop in and replace them, with only her hands sticking out. That would freak the ******** out of Chester. But she wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to cut up the furniture in a house they were staying in. Jazz was changing with stress - she never used to think of detailed such as who owned what or about the consequences of her actions. It wasn’t good, and it needed to stop. Right away. "Yes, how very unfortunate, it could rationalise the fact that haven't been near a shower for a weekm, let alone have to have stepped out of one," she teased, poking her tongue out momentarily. "Though, I don’t obviously don’t care that you smell like badly cared for dreadlocks and a dumpster though, seeing as I have agreed to hold your hand." She added, lifting their linked fingers. While her remarks were a better attempt at covering, jazz was still not convincing. It was unfortunate, because she prided herself on being able to make people she meets laugh upon their first meeting.

She leaned closer to him after mentioning that she was tired and whispered in his ear. "Is it just me, or is it really, really weird being chauffer driven? And does he look like Inspector Gadget to you too?" She asked, her eyes flicking towards the back of the drive'’s seat. She shuffled back to her spot, still warm from her body, she’d been in the same position save for her slight head movements for the entire duration of the trip. She heard Chester speak once more and turned to face him. She watched as he moved closer to her and tucked her hair behind her ear. Smiling, she saw a shine of silver between his fingers. She undid her hand from his and with both of hers pulled his close, slowly carefully unfolding his fingers from around the coin. She picked it up between her thumb and middle finger of her left hand. She smiled wickedly and dropped it down the front of her white v-neck top. "Thanks." She raised an eyebrow at what he said. "I think you’re the only person I’ve ever heard use Mary Poppins’ bags in that context..."

Jazz was greatful as the car turned into a suburban street and slowed down before gently coming to a stop. She didn't have to think of anything witty or funny or remotely intresting to say now - sadly, they weren't usually things she had to work at. "Thanks," came automatically as she got out of the car, and waited for the driver to pop the boot. She pulled her bags out, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and grabbing her sports bag substitute for a suitcase by the handle. She then reached for the two smaller side bags she'd bought. She looked from her luggage to Chester’s. He only had one case. She gave a slightly amused smile at her own over packing and the two started to walk towards the house in silence. She shoved Chester – harder thgan intended to the point of almost causing him to topple into the garden – in return for cutting in front of her. She laughed out loud, and gave him a highly amused apologiy between snorts of laughter. "That would have been so much better if you’d actually fallen," she informed him as they arrived at the front door of their assigned house.

The rules went in one ear and out the other. Stressed or not, she was still not one to pay attention to restriction, just as she always had been, which was part of the reason she was banned from school trips to places such as museums from the age of six. She was glad that they'd have the house for a week before any real flesh and bone younggin's joined them, she found the bedroom they would be staying in and dumped her things on the queen sized bed. "Huh?" She asked, distractedly as she found on the right hand side of the large bed a baby belly suit "Yeah, it's okay... in that 'Little Boxes' kind of way". She grinned and slipped on the suit, leaning against the wall to fix the Velcro in place. Turning around to face Chester, she rubbed the material stomach and sides and put on a mockingly seductive voice. "Do you think I’m seeexxxxyyyy?" She asked. She found a full length mirror and stood in front of it. "Oh yeah, I’d ******** a pregnant me," she said, approvingly, turning away from her reflection to face Chester once more. "But the question is – would you?" she asked, point at him, and then stroking her imaginary moustache and gotee. Though she spoke with humour, in her mind, Jazz was wondering just that. Or more to the point, if Chester would stick around. "Hmmm...." She alluded to be in deep thought as she looped her thumbs in-between the edge of the material at the hips of the baby belly and her own top

Sure, he was sweet, but she gathered that heaps of other guys had also been sweet until they found out they were going to be a teenage father.






ooc| slightly blarrrggg, sorry.











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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxshe's gonna c h a n g e your m i n d...

[ghetto trash]

from wake me up when it's over | fulllikeabattleshipbaby | 2010

ghetto trash

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx{ the mother-to-be }
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx the sun don't go d o w n ●



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Lia didn’t eat much. She never had been one to, and after a while, beans were only so appetising. So it was natural that her own tin of beans didn’t seem to have as much damage done to it as the others. However, she didn’t really care about the fact that it was the same thing to eat – again. She sat her tin on her right knee and held her spoon lightly in the opposite hand. Her thick and tangled hair was heavy on her back, but the tie that had been around her wrist when they first entered the bunker had since snapped. She listened to the conversation around her, every now and again contributing, but mainly she was tired and contemplating placing her tin on the table to knot her hair on top of her head somehow, or if she should just sit still and ignore it. Such riveting predicaments often presented themselves inside the bunker – at least, they did for Lia.

Aside from problems caused by her dark mane, Lia’s mind was often preoccupied with a slightly more problematic situation which included the probability of being ‘with child’. Though she wasn’t sure, there was hardly any other explanation for the lack of a menstrual cycle, which should have occurred since they’d been in the bunker (though, she could blame malnutrition). However, seeing as before the whole world-ending debacle, she and Adam had a rather... ahem... active sex life, it was more thgan likely that she was pregnant. The fact that she’d also skipped her period before they’d ended up in the bunker confirmed what she tried to ignore.

It probably hadn’t been a month since they’d been in there, so Lia forced herself into ignorance until further evidence made itself known – she certainly wouldn’t be making any grand announcements or invitations for baby showers, and she certainly would not be telling Adam. Bringing a baby into the bunker would be problematic, so, if her eggo was preggo, Aurelia would rather find a way of 'fixing' the situation without her husband finding out, as Adam would more than likely request she keep the child. Resourceful man or not, it would seem that in regards to pregnancy plus the bunker, Adam was sure not to equal to logic.

Aurelia was sure that no one, just like herself, knew exactly how long they’d been there. But no one had died yet, and they hadn’t done any major damage to the food supply, though, it was likely that would soon change. Despite what may have seemed like a short amount of time, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, everything dragged on slowly and agonisingly, and tensions continued to rise, almost to the snapping point. The deck of cards had been a source of entertainment for a short time, but one can only play so many games with a deck of 52 classics, so they didn’t go far. Lia had bought a small backpack with her, but it was of not assistance. She had been carting her work things from the house to the car when they’d left suddenly and she’s held onto it, though goodness knows why, all it contained a mock-book of a magazine, a few pens and pencils and some lip-gloss. Exciting. Useful. Helpful.

But not really.

As she sat there with Scott and Elsie, Aurelia noted that in comparison to certain other people they shared company with (namely Lia’s husband, Adam, Jay and when she did speak, Eve), the two were rather optimistic. Or more, Elsie radiated optimism and Scott was proof of human resilience – or something along those lines. While Elsie’s mindset did could quickly become excruciating if she was left to ramble for too long, it wasn’t bad for the most part, unlike the pessimistic energy that came from across the room in the form of Adam’s lingering stare and the glowering stares Jay was throwing in any and every direction. Lia knew all too well that Adam disliked Scott as well as Jay, and she could see why they would clash, but in all honesty, it was tiresome. Adam had regressed and it annoyed Lia to no end.

As the topic of kittens was announced brightly and suddenly, Lia looked up from the tin rested on her knee and payed more attention. Lia contributed to the conversation that her auntie once had a cat who, when the family moved house, ran away and found his way across three towns and a highway to the old home and was found three weeks later in the old tool shed. A true story and further evidence of the animal’s resilience. Of course, that cat was found beaten and starving, but the fact remained the same. However, much like Lia suspected Scott also assumed, there was no way any kittens would have survived what had happened, unless there was one they had not yet discovered, hiding somewhere with them in the bunker. As Jay pitched in his two cents worth, Lia’s head spun around and she shot him daggers to compete with Adams and stoped herself just short of ranting at Jay, mainly because she couldn’t decide what to say, poking a little fun at him for his allergies sounded fun, but in the end she settled for a simple "Hey - Freddy Jones - shut up!" No one knew too much about Jay and his convictions, but something about him suggested some major violence.

Things calmed down for a mere moment before Daphne started up with her religious ranting. Adam swore, Eve and Scott protested and out of the corner of her eye, Lia spotted a rather frightening look on Jay’s face. It was normal and often happened in regards to religious views of the individuals within the bunker – but mainly, people just looked for an excuse to contradict or annoy one another, though, with the obvious exceptions of both Elsie and Daphne, who seemed to be oblivious to human behaviours and emotions that were produced through excessive tension.

Though she was not religious, Aurelia, much unlike her husband, tended not to voice her opinions. Lia didn’t believe in any higher power or any God, but she was patient, and for the most part, indulged people who did. Daphne was harmless in theory, especially compared to many radically religious people Lia used to often encounter on her very own doorstep – regardless of their faith, it was always ‘better than all the others’, but in regards to everyone’s reactions to her random outburst of biblical quotations, she caused some major damage. Despite all her attempts at remaining neutral, Aurelia she couldn’t help but scoff at the chimes of "don’t take the Lord’s name in vain." Coming from at least two directions. If there was a God – and who was to say it was a man? – then that God certainly did not care for the human race or any form of life on the planet Earth was that not proof enough that He – or She – didn’t exist?

Lia shot Adam a glare of biblical proportions, one that, in regards to him, seemed to be playing on her face a lot as of late. Not only did his comment create an unnecessary fuss over something everyone else had been able to ignore, but it kept on happening. "Stop it Adam, and for ******** sake – sit down! – you’re making everyone uncomfortable." She snapped, her voice raised and her hand slamming her now empty tin of beans rather loudly onto the nearest stable and hard surface. For someone apparently so nurturing, sweet and kind, the situation was turning Aurelia's personality inside out and upside down - of course, it was only in regards to Adam, she was nice, friendly and kind towards pretty much everyone else (with, of course the exception of Jay), simply because they didn't disappoint her as frequently as Adam's sudden regression to how he was before they'd married. A trend often presented in couples was being played out in the bunker. When a situation gets out of control, and one cannot control everyone else around them, they simply take it out on their significant other in front of company as to embarrass them into doing what is needed and somehow magically transforming the situation into one of rainbows and unicorns and happiness, though, Lia had the feeling that her sudden outburst directed at her husband would cause even more tension, which she had been trying to avoid.

Now was probably not a good time to mention her slight predicament, seeing as she was pretty sure she’s soon be fattening up and eating more than one person’s share of tinned goods, so she kept her secret to herself for a while longer, as she’d been doing since before they entered the bunker.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxeveryone you know s o m e d a y will d i e...

[ghetto trash]

ghetto trash

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'She don’t care what nobody says, she’s gonna have my baby...'

Alexis’ alarm clock was too ironic. And it was way too early in the day to ignore such a detail. She was indeed having someone’s baby. She rolled over and slapped the machine until Kings of Leon stopped detailing her life (part of it real, most of it imaginary) and rolled onto her back, rubbing her blue-green eyes awake. With her weekend ending all too quickly and the school week beginning just as fast, Lexie decided it was probably time to attempt a day of education. She kicked off her covers dramatically and hopped out of bed, thinking about what to wear.

She picked out a white shift dress, a pair of sparkly tights and some lace up flat oxfords. She looked at the pile of books on her floor next to her bed and threw the first one onto her bed along with her clothes before pulling herself towards the shower. Lexie championed in the Davis family for late starts. Her father was a big time investment banker and her step mother a baker (for all intents and purposes) so they both started their days early and her older brother Oliver (Alexis’ only sibling who still inhabited the family home) often woke up when his son Asher gurgled his morning greetings loudly. So, with everyone out of bed by seven in the morning, Alexis was running late by eight thirty.

Luckily, Oliver didn’t start work until 9.30 each morning, so she had a ride to school. As Alexis finished up in the shower and started to head back to her room, she wondered why she didn’t have any of the typical first trimester symptoms. She’d not thrown up in the mornings yet, and while she did sleep a lot, that was not something untypical for her. Alexis dressed slowly and grabbed a side bag to throw a few bits of paper and a pen in, as well as the book she was currently skimming. Alexis didn’t really read – she just skimmed to get an idea of the story line, she was always too distracted by her surroundings. However, short story collections were okay and she was able to read them a little more closely. She threw in such a collection by the name of The Book of the Beach and then pulled her shoes on, carelessly tying the laces before making her way downstairs, iPod in hand, school bag swinging dangerously from her right shoulder.

As she entered the kitchen, Alexis noted the assortment of breakfast foods that had been left on the kitchen table. Their kitchen, like the rest of the house, was stylish in a minimalist sense. Madison was a homemaker, but not your typical kind. Everything had a specific place, and the kitchen was a prime example of this. Now that Asher was eating solids, there were no strict arrangements for baby foods, but rather, for food groups. Alexis often forgot about this unspoken rule, and so whenever she got something out of the pantry or the fridge, apparently, chaos ensued – she never really took much notice. She sat down at the table and poured herself what was left of the orange juice and once she’d skulled that, nodded to her pretend brother/actual nephew. 'Sup kid?' She asked as he smiled brightly at her. Oliver was at the sink doing dishes – which was odd, Lexie raised her brow at her brother and he replied with a shrug. Pushing Oliver’s sudden bout of a sense domestic duty aside as a one off, Alexis grabbed for some cereal and soy milk, along with some toast and jam to kick start her day. She ate slowly, in a day dream. Or nightmare, depending on your stance on teenage pregnancy.

'So, how are... uhh.. things going?' Oliver interrupted his sister’s pleasant morning with a question regarding reality as he nodded towards her stomach and she sat back in her chair, relaxed and lazy. 'They’re fine. I’m fine,' She replied with a smile, understanding that he meant the baby, but not wanting to elaborate. With his question unanswered, Oliver moved around the kitchen to get Asher organised for day care. Alexis skipped off to brush her teeth and once she’d made final adjustments to her outfit (a lose fitting black velvet bow tie and a few rings and bracelets) she was ready to leave.

She made her way outside, grabbing a jacket before shutting the door behind her. She found Oliver and Asher waiting for her in the mini cooper Oliver was currently driving. He would get a lot of s**t for having such a ‘girlie’ car, seeing as he was an apprentice electrician, but he had other things to deal with. They dropped Asher at day care, admired yet once more for being such good older siblings by the workers – of course, Oliver was their main focus. He was tall with pale skin and eyes the same as Alexis’, but with dark hair loosely framing his face, he was slender, but not skinny and apparently something about the way he held himself was attractive. He was obvious, a trait the two Davis children shared.

'...I think I need to find a baby doctor though,' Lexie said on their way from the day care centre to her school - unable to recall the proper name as she continued their small conversation from the kitchen earlier. Oliver nodded. 'Okay, cool, I’ll get the number of the one that Tessa had while she was here,' he replied as he drove. Lexie nodded and rested her head against the window of the car door with her eyes closed, face turned towards the sun as they drove the rest of the way in near silence. The only sound coming from The Panic’s floaty, whimsical and sweet cover of Factory Girl playing softly.

'Thanks,' Alexis said softly as she got out of the car. Seeing as usually she just wandered off, Oliver knew that she wasn’t thanking him for the lift. Alexis stepped back from the car and watched her brother drive off before turning around and making her way into the school building. As she milled slowly through the halls, Alexis felt the pocket of her jacket buzzing. She often forgot that her father had insisted she have a mobile phone, so she was slightly panicked until she realised what it was. No one aside from her family and Spencer, so when she didn’t recognise the number, Alexis was confused. She clicked the ‘open’ button and scanned the content.

She stopped in the middle of the hall, not caring about anyone around her as she tried to make sense of the message. She slipped into a computer lab quietly. As she waited for her computer to load, she noticed a large group on the other side of the room reading and gasping. She slowly walked over and found herself reading over the shoulders of the people in front of her. Her eyes caught the unspoken nicknames for people in her school. However, she didn’t realise that her own was on there for a few moments. She’d assumed it would be some gossip site to do with parties, as the first names she’d seen were popular people. Why on Earth was her nickname there. And Spencer’s? She stepped back from the computer when it dawned on her that she only had one secret – and it involved the small life growing inside her and another person on the list. She wondered if the King’s secret was the same as hers. It would have to be, as she doubted any other aspect of his life would be kept under wraps.

She wasn’t sure if she cared whether or not people found out about her being pregnant, but she was sure that her family would – not to mention the father. 's**t,' She muttered under her breath.

Moving at a faster pace than she usually bothered with, Alexis made her way from the computer lab to the open hall way, still slightly shocked.

Time to find Spencer.
Or Eric.
Whoever she saw first.


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[ghetto trash]

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Jasmine and Chester Simmons were not identical twins.

It’s kind of hard to be biologically identical when you’re a different gender to your sibling. However, they were fraternal twins. Both tall and slender in build ( Chester a more athletic build than his sister, due to regular soccer training) with olive tones skin and dark hair and eyes. Such a good looking set of twins could be seen as intimidating, were they un friendly. But they seemed to have the whole package, and were friendly.

However, where Chess was rather quiet and shy, on top of being a sports nut, and focused on becoming a professional soccer player, Jazz was better known for her party-girl ways and being heavily involved in their high school’s performing and visual arts sector. For new kids, they were pretty popular. It seemed that being ‘foreign’ helped your chances when it came to making friends. Especially when you have an accent.

Chester and Jasmine had moved from Australia to Vancouver with their father when their parents’ divorced a little over a year ago when a scandal hit their family hard. One involving infidelity on behalf of their mother (along with their father’s best friend). Jasmine immediately turned on her mother when the cat was let out of the bag, and screaming matches were frequent and ugly. Chester was more the type to be disappointed and hurt in secret. When it came to a battle for custody, their father won easily – he was the family’s only source of income, however, that was not to say they were badly off. In fact, their father was a huge investment banker for an international firm, so when it came time to look for a job as far away from the twin’s mother, companies from all over the world began head hunting.

Apparently, Vancouver was the most logical place to move.

After a little hesitation from Chester and Jasmine, the family of three upped and left. It was hard on the twins, but once they settled into their new home, they realised that they liked the idea of starting a new and there would never be a more perfect opportunity.

Jasmine focused on photographing, filming and observing her new surroundings and Chester joined the local soccer team and tried out of that of their new school. He made defender on the local and goalie on the school’s team. He was good at that – defending his home. This had made the move harder on him than it had been on his sister. Still, at least the two were together, and he had made some pretty amazing friends in their new home town, and Jasmine had never had trouble attracting people.

Two of those people were Sophie Axel-Pratt and Benjamin Kane, and while the four often hung out together, they also kept to their respective best friends. It was odd. It was not as though Sophie and Ben didn’t have friends when the Simmons twins turned up, and it wasn’t as though they didn’t hang out with other people, but it was most certain that were Sophie and Jazz were inseparable and Chess and Ben the closest of friends. Perhaps it was something to do with the fact that Chester and Jasmine were two extremely down to earth, honest and genuine people – qualities hard to find in friends.

Speaking of friends – Jasmine was just pulling into the school car park in her silver mini-cooper with Sophie in the front passenger seat and Ben in the back. She eased into a spot and the three got out. After making sure the car was locked, Jasmine joined the other two in the short walk to the main sports field, where soccer practice would soon be wrapping up, and where Chester would be found. The three sat on an empty side bench while the team, both first and second string, cooled down.

As soon as the coach finished his usual speech involving healthy eating habits and regular exercise, the team split. Chester has spotted his sister and their friends and slowly made his way over. For a quiet boy, the fact that Sophie impacted on his ability to communicate to the extent of nods and a few nervous sentences. Chess pulled up the hem of his top slightly to wipe his face and let it fall back into place. A soft smile found its way to his lips and he greeted the three who waited for him on the bench. "How long have you guys been here?" He asked, his eyes focused on his sister and Ben, avoiding Sophie pretty much all together for fear of an extremely pathetic expression appearing, following eye contact with her.

Jasmine gave a soft smirk. She knew how to read her brother, and he might as well have a huge spinning red light balancing on his head along with neon lights proclaiming his major crush on her best friend. However, she would save grilling him for the privacy of their home, and instead humour him in company. "Not long, let’s go though, I think we are all due for an adventure – and by that, I mean there is an awesome party happening a few blocks from our house this very night and we are not missing it! So we can do a drive by of Ben and Sophie's houses and get anything they need and then pre-drinks at ours?" She suggested, her party-girl mode in full swing She hopped up from her bench and cocked her head to the side, waiting for the other three to accompany her, her eyes lingering on Ben a little longer than she had indented, for her brother was not the only one falling for a friend. However, it seemed that the older (by two hole minutes!) of the twins was much better at masking her true feelings towards others than Chester.


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slight god-moding, i was pretty stuck, this
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