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[Seremela_Tiwele]

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___________________________the lovestruck singer-guitarist______________________________

sunlight warms my face only in d r e a m s of you
i know you'll wait for me, it's b e e n too long
beautiful eyes, beautiful lies to d u l l the pain
beautiful eyes, beautiful lies, you're k i l l i n g me


✩ That lone nod from Dennis was enough to both turn his world upside down and destroy it all at the same time. So Kimi was in fact here. Hope for seeing her again, confessing to her all that he'd felt for her in all these years she'd been gone, shot through him. But then that fear of rejection kept him down. His eyes held hope, but his body language held a little less enthusiasm to that. "Yeah, she's here, but I don't think that she wanted you to know it was her. She seemed really startled when I spoke to her and she didn't..." Didn't what? The part about her not wanting to know who she was struck a chord on his heart and he frowned slightly, confusion floating through the immense pool of emotions fluttering through him right now. "What do you mean? What didn't Kimi want?" He asked, fearing the worst despite the fact that it probably wasn't that bad. But...actually, what if it was as bad as he thought it could be? She could be gone already, yes. She could have just been a fleeting reminder of the past that he'd already waisted so much of his life on. However, Shawn didn't see it as wasiting his life on her. You couldn't help who you loved, right? Who was to say that he was waisting his life on someone that he loved? Granted, it was a slightly lost cause. And he knew that, but did that stop him? Of course not...Kimi was...god, she was way too special for words. Hurt flashed before his eyes at the thought that she had already disappeared again. He didn't want that to happen...not in the least...

✩ A sigh escaped his lips as he straightened and looked around, eyes darting around the backstage area. He saw the boys from Mayday Parade messing around with their equipment and tuning everything. Shawn was currently desperately wishing that Alesana could have been the ones to play first rather than in the middle of both Escape the Fate and Mayday Parade. Honestly, it probably would have been easier for him to deal with. And, apparently, him playing Early Mourning for none other than Kimi herself was going to send him off the deep end. And whether it was going to be from nerves or excitement, Shawn had no idea. "I don’t advise going after her but if you want to, I’ll go out there with you if you like.” Dennis' voice brought him back into the world of the living and people that actually paid attention to the world around them rather than their own thoughts. He smiled at his friend and nodded, his eyes darting out towards the stage and the door to the club. He swallowed, calculating the risks and consequences of him going on a hunt for Kimi. From the sounds leaking through from the stage, the kids were all there. Ready for a show. If he went out there, he'd probably end up getting raped by twenty different people at once and then getting his clothes ripped off of him one by one. Honestly, that was probably a bit of an exageration, but you could never be too careful in this day and age... 'I should wait to find her...' He thought to himself, not really aware that he hadn't actually spoken those thoughts aloud until Dennis spoke again. Shawn turned his gaze on him, reaching a hand to move the hair out of his eyes as he did so.

✩ "She told you not to tell me...didn't she?" He asked, sadness flowing through him at that thought. Why was that girl so god damn determined to distance herself away from everyone. Frowning, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it nervously before letting his hands drop to his sides. "...I want to..." He started, sighing and then shaking his head, running his hand through his hair again as he turned to gaze longingly at the stage. "...But we really should be getting everything ready for our set..." He muttered, turning back to Dennis. "God, Dennis...do...do you know what this means!? I..." Excitment flowed through him once again as the thought processes that led him around meeting back up with Kimi, confessing to her all that he'd ever felt for her, and convincing her to come back to North Carolina with them or even coming on the rest of the tour with them. He was smiling excitedly to himself, however he forced his thought process to just stop right where they were before going any further. 'Stop getting your hopes up, Milke. Anything can happen...' He told himself, cursing himself for allowing that thought process to even begin to develop. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair yet again before beginning to pace and plan nervously around the green room.

✩ He tuned his guitar nervously for the rest of the time that Mayday Parade was on stage. All the while, thinking about what he was going to do with Kimi. And himself, for that matter. Nervous and excited at the same time, he'd checked multiple times to ensure that his keyboard was exactly the way he wanted it. Of course it was, but he was just too nervous and had nothing to occupy his mind other than Kimi. And if he was going to be playing Early Mourning tonight for her, he wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. That was the song he'd written for her and if anything went wrong while he was playing it, he'd probably have a heart attack or something. An anurism was well on the way for him if things didn't go as he wanted them to. He needed to be perfect tonight, there was no doubt about it. Shawn had to, honestly, do everything he could to try to get Kimi to come back to him. To all of them. Because he knew that it wasn't just him hurting because of her. They'd all been hurt by her sudden departure. But Shawn was a little different. Shawn loved her with all his heart and soul. And pretty much almost always had. Sighing, he watched nervously as Mayday Parade exited the stage and he snatched up his keyboard to go begin setting it up on stage. While out there, he searched the crowd for that familiar face of the woman he loved.




ice runs through my veins as i s t a n d face to face
with the one who stole it all, c o m p a s s i o n is not an option
cries escape your sweet voice as i k i s s you one last time
do you remember me and our b e a u t i f u l affair?

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[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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___________________________craigafer's cousin______________________________

i finally fell in l o v e
i fell so h a r d that i'm killing myself
yes, i n e e d out
out of this g r a v e that i've dug


✩ Embarassed as all hell, Ailyn muttered a string of curses to herself as she sat in the water. Great. Now she was going to have to get changed. Not exactly something that she felt like doing right now. She was rather fond of her black and blue outfit for the moment. However, she'd find something else to wear that would work fairly well, she supposed. Sighing, she looked over at Max. Who had fallen to his knees and was currently turning around to look at her. She could feel the blush in her cheeks as she huffed out a sigh. Right now, she didn't really care about getting up. "You okay?" He asked as he stood and she nodded slowly, still embarassed about spazzing like that. "Yeah...I'm fine. ******** douche crabs..." She muttered to herself, frowning and looking up at him as he came to rescue her. She took his hand and muttered her thanks as he helped her to her feet. "Thanks... I'm not usually such a spaz..." She said, frowning at herself and reaching a hand back to scratch at the back of her head quietly. "I think it might be best if we head back now. I know I’m super slow at getting ready and I normally get ready at the last minute but I’m scared that I’m going to not be ready because I have to change and wash my feet." Max declared as he walked back over to where their shoes were. Nodding, Ailyn looked around for the evil crab that had scared the s**t out of her. For one reason or another, she felt like kicking it would make her feel better about herself and her incredibly embarassing flail moment.

✩ Sighing, she stuffed her hands into her wet pockets and frowned at the feeling of her skinny jeans clinging to her long legs. It was, most definitley, not a very pleasant feeling. She walked over to where her shoes were quietly, smirking as Max turned back to her and called her "pokey." "Pokey? Where the ******** did that come from?" She asked, grinning at him as she reached him. Ew... gross. Her feet were all sandy and she was going to have to walk all the way back to the bus with sand in her socks and sand in her shoes for the next few hours. Grimacing, she debated taking her shoes down to the water and washing off her feet before pulling on socks and shoes. Sighing, she decided that she could just take care of her feet at the bus. No big deal, right? Right... Sighing, she dug her socks from the depths of her boots and pulled them on as Max seemed to do some more contemplations on life. The blue-haired young woman grew incredibly curious as to what it was that was consuming his thought processes. He looked like he was thinking pretty damn deep about all of it... Hm. Maybe she'd have to ask him about it later. While Ailyn pulled her socks on her feet after getting as much sand off them as she could and then stuffed her feet and calves into her boots, Max waited by patiently. Which was nice, honestly. Not to have to worry about rushing around or anything like that. She sighed and frowned at the feeling of her sandy and wet feet in her shoes. So gross...

✩ They walked back to the bus, mostly in silence. Well...okay, so Max practically ran to the bus. Ailyn merely walked her way as fast as her long legs could carry her. Which was pretty damn fast for walking quickly... She probably would have been jogging had she any airtime between her steps. She climbed onto the bus as Max was walking around in his boxers. Blinking, she turned around with a deep blush forming on her cheeks, pretending to be interested in looking out the driver's window. She debated with herself whether or not to leave the bus, wait until Max was dressed or something... Biting down on her lower lip, she sighed and then turned her head as Max declared he'd be back. Nodding firmly, she turned back around as she heard the bathroom door close. Max's clothes were littering the bus and she smirked slightly, the blush still heavy upon her cheeks. Great. Now what to do? She moved to go sit down on the couch when she remembered that she still had sand-covered feet and everything from her waist down was pretty much soaked. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair nervously and tried to decide if she should wait for Max to get out of the bathroom before changing or not. Well...everyone else seemed to be pretty damn preoccupied with being somewhere else, so she decided she could chance it. She'd just...well, okay. She'd change in her bunk, that would work right? Hopefully... Ailyn ran a hand through her hair once again as she stalked her way quietly back to the bunks and paused in front of hers. Might as well get rid of these pants before they soaked her bed. That wouldn't have been a pleasant thing at all...

✩ She'd just finished getting her boots and pants off when the shower shut off. Her heart both raced and stopped all in the same instant as she swallowed hard, praying that Max wouldn't be coming out with her half-naked. "Ailyn...Ailyn, can you grab me a towel from my green bag?" He called and she sighed, relieved that he wasn't coming out. "Um...can you hold on for a second, Max? I uh...yeah. Hold on." Seh stated, feeling incredibly awkward as she climbed into her bunk, pulling the curtain closed behind her before stripping fully. Her bag was still sitting on her bunk, unmoved and so she unzipped it, grabbing a new pair of underwear and slipping them on quickly. She'd managed to brush the sand off of her feet, so she pulled on a new pair of socks before pulling out a pair of baggy jeans. Hm. Well, these would certainly work. Smiling to herself, she pulled them on rather awkwardly as she tried to dress in her bunk. Note to self. Never do that again. Not the most comfortable thing in the world, that's for damn sure. By far one of the more awkward things she'd ever done in her life. Sighing, she hunted around for another shirt, finding a black tank top that read "TAT" across the front of it in a thick red font. On the back, in the same font as the front it said "Champagne, Cocaine" in white and in red it read "& Strawberries". She pulled that on over her torso and then hopped out of her bunk, shoving her discarded clothing and boots at the base of Craig's bed. She then turned around and where Max's bunk was.

✩ Finding his green bag quickly, she pulled out a towel with ease and then carried it over to the bathroom, hoping that he wasn't feeling too incredibly impatient with having to wait for her to get dressed. Making a fist, she rapped her knuckles on the bathroom door, biting down on her lip as she felt the blush creep back into her face. She averted her eyes, holding the towel out to him while she stared out into the main room of the bus. "Sorry it took me a bit to get it to you... I uh..." More color into her cheeks as she sighed and bit down hard on her lower lip. "Yeah. Here you go." She said, waiting until he took the towel before making her way back to her bunk to go dig around in her bags for her shoes.




so hold your h e a d hold it up high
here's to the f r i e n d s that were alibis
keep this c l o s e by your side
when i come home we will h a v e our night

___________________________craigafer's cousin______________________________

[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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c r a i g - e d w a r d - m a b b i t t
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___________________________lead singer of escape the fate______________________________

so now you're r u n n i n g, it's hard to see clearly
when i make you a n g r y, you're stuck in the past
and now you're s c r e a m i n g, so can you forgive me?
i've treated you b a d l y, but I am still here


✩ As soon as she’d sat down, Craig had ripped open one of his two pies and had begun shoving his face. If he was shoving his face, he didn’t have to talk. That and he was hungry as all hell…which wasn’t really helping anything at the moment. “What was that?” Macy asked after a few moments of silence. What was that? Was that all she could say? What the ******** was that supposed to mean!? He sighed, swallowing before biting into his pie again, stuffing his mouth so that he wouldn’t have to explain. What was that? Well…obviously, it was a kiss. Did she think he meant anything of it? Probably not. Did he want it to mean something? Honestly? Yes. Yes he did, and there wasn’t really any way to deny that fact. Other than not answering her question, that is. He looked over his food at her, noticing that she was starting to turn pink. Oh god…this was going to be harder than he’d ever thought. He, honestly, could say that he didn’t mean to kiss Macy. It just happened. Something drove him to do it and he, quite simply, could not resist the temptation of getting to do it. As bad as that sounded, of course. “I…uh…” Great, she was probably going to yell at him now or something for that. She’d probably say something like ‘Way to give those girls a reason not to pursue getting in your pants.’ She seemed to be keeping herself from talking with food as well and Craig couldn’t help but to smirk at that.

✩ What was he supposed to say to her? He certainly didn’t know what to tell her. s**t, he couldn’t really think right now. He’d just kissed Macy! Who would be able to think after that? She was ten miles beyond gorgeous and then some. Sweet, when she wasn't pissed off at you. And a really good person in general. Swallowing, he moved to take another bite. “Nevermind, don’t worry about it. It’s not like I really care.” Ooo…ouch! Way to make a blow to the heart and soul! He furrowed his brows, not sure how he was supposed to take that. So…well, okay. So she didn’t have feelings for him. Was that really so bad? Well…alright, yes it really was. He’d much prefer knowing that he wasn’t chasing after a lost cause. But if he was, then he’d have to stop now before he ended up hurting himself in the process of trying to win her over to his side. “Well I…I care that you kissed me but…I… Damnit Craig!” She declared and he sighed, frowning to himself as he finished off that first pie of his. Why was she being so confusing? Honestly, it just was not making sense to him in a way that could possibly...well, make sense! Sighing, he tried to not focus on those negative thoughts as he waited for Macy to say something else. That first pie was done and now it was time to move on to stuffing his face with some fries. Those could keep his mouth occupied from speaking for a while, right? Right. He looked up at her through his bangs, not bothering to brush them out of his dark eyes. She was blushing deeper again. Why would she be blushing if she was just going to get mad and yell at him for that kiss?

✩ Well…alright, so the blush made sense. Kind of. He’d just stolen a kiss from the girl of his dreams. Who also happened to be the manager of his band and his best friend’s best friend since child hood. “I’m sorry, Macy. I really shouldn’t have…” He started, feeling that color deep in his cheeks, too. He didn't really know what else to say to her at this point... A sigh escaped his lips as he opened his mouth before shutting it again, grabbing a box of fries and pulling it to him, shoving his face once again with food. His stomach was getting less upset with him for feeding it, thankfully. Now to just wait for Macy’s anger to come out at him for kissing her. Not exactly something he was looking forward to, but who knew what would happen as a result of it? Sighing, he continued the process of chew, swallow, stuff face. He noticed her shaking and he was momentarily afraid. The options of what she was going to do to him right now ran through his head as follows. She was really pissed off at him for kissing him and was about to rip his head off once she could get past her anger to find words to yell at him with. She was about to pass out or something similar to being detrimental to her health. Or she was just upset. Or nervous. Maybe both? Probably both… ‘Damnit, Craig! Why’d you have to go and kiss her!?’ He thought to himself, frowning slightly as he watched her try to compose herself. At least, that’s what she looked like she was trying to do.

✩ What came out of her mouth next was, most definitely, not something that he was expecting. “I’m not angry with you.” Woah, what!? Seriously? She wasn’t angry with him? How the hell was luck on his side for that? Or…well, at least this moment of this situation. He blinked, pausing in stuffing his face again as he waited to hear what else she had to say to him. “I don’t think I could ever be angry with you. You obviously didn’t mean to do that it just happened. Maybe we should see what just happens more often?” Came her words and he noticed the blush on her cheeks. He sighed, looking away from that wonderfully beautiful face of hers as he stared down at his mostly-empty box of fries. He set it down on the tray, sighing slightly and looking at his hands, folded on the table top as he searched for words to tell Macy. How was he supposed to tell her that, although he may not have meant to kiss her, he hadn’t always wanted to? Swallowing the tightness now in his throat, he looked up at the girl across from him once again. “Macy…I…” Craig began, but then sighed as he realized that he had absolutely no idea how the hell to tell her. “I’m really glad you aren’t angry with me… but…” He sighed, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair, sighing. “I didn’t mean to… but… oh god…” He started, still unable to find the words to describe how he felt about her. And how that kiss had meant a hell of a lot more to him than, obviously, it did to her. Was that right, though? God…he had no idea… “I really like you, Macy…” He started, closing his mouth as the words left his lips, unsure about how he was supposed to follow up on that. Alright, best to just keep quiet for now. If he spoke too much more, he’d probably end up digging himself into a deeper grave than he was already in.




sometimes i w o n d e r, why i'm still waiting
sometimes i'm s h a k i n g, that's how you make me
sometimes i q u e s t i o n why i'm still here
sometimes i t h i n k I'm going crazy

___________________________lead singer of escape the fate______________________________

[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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i finally fell in l o v e
i fell so h a r d that i'm killing myself
yes, i n e e d out
out of this g r a v e that i've dug


✩ Ailyn pretty much ended up hanging around backstage for the entirety of Escape the Fate’s show. She didn’t really have much to do considering the fact that they were on stage playing. So she simply found a place to stand on the side, watching them and moving along with the music, rocking out in her own little world. Her eyes darted over to the merch stand a few times where she saw Macy breaking down pretty hard. That worried her, making her want to go down there and comfort the girl as best she could. However, ‘twas not to be as she remained on stage to make sure that everything with the band went smoothly. Honestly, the young woman wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to be doing right now, but whatever. She’d figure it out when they came off stage. At that time, Ailyn was also determined to get to the bottom of what was wrong with her cousin. And Macy, for that matter. Having upset people running around the place wasn’t a good thing. At all. She went backstage during the time they were playing what was supposed to be their last song. She was ready to shuffle them off back to the bus had Macy not shown up. Which she had a feeling would happen, but that wouldn’t be that big of a deal. She was pumped with adrenaline herself, and she hadn’t even been playing on stage. She could imagine what they were feeling and how they would be acting when they got off stage. She grinned as they finished off that song, heading back stage. Ailyn was ready to pounce on her cousin and find out what the ******** had happened. However, she smirked as they all ran back out there to please the fans with an encore.

✩ During that last song, she lazed about on one of the couches in the green room. She hadn’t seen Shawn at all yet, and that was a good thing. In fact, she hadn’t seen anyone else from the other two bands. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but she would like to get to meet the boys of Mayday Parade. Wherever the ******** it was that they were… When Escape the Fate got back stage finally, she stood and grinned at them, giving them a thumbs up before she was picked up by Robert and swung around in a hug. “Robert! Robert! Put me down, damn it!” she said, giggling slightly as he slowed and set her on her feet. She was a bit wobbly but then got a high-five from Bryan. Awesome. Now. Where were Max and that damned cousin of hers? Looking around, she frowned as she didn’t see them. “Where the hell’d the other two go?” she asked, frowning. Bryan pointed wordlessly out the door. Sighing, she nodded and ran a hand through her hair. “Okay, cool. Well, um…I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve never done this before. But you should probably go get on the bus, I think?” With a confirming nod, she pointed off towards the door that Max and Craig had, apparently, just walked out of. “Yeah, okay. Get on the bus. Um…gah! Where’s Macy when you need her!? You know what to do, yeah?” she asked, pleading. She really wanted to talk to her cousin before they got on the bus and were in the hearing vantage of everyone else. Sighing, she nodded firmly and then began shooing Robert and Bryan off towards the bus. “To the bus, you two! To the bus!” She ordered, hoping that they wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Or that Macy hadn’t planned a signing or anything. But since the guitarist and drummer didn’t say anything, she figured not. Once outside, she saw Max and Craig standing near the building.

✩ Smiling, Ailyn continued to shove Robert and Bryan towards the bus. “Chill, Blue. We can walk, you know,” Robert remarked, smirking down at her sarcastically. Ailyn rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Blue? Fine, whatever. Just don’t get lost okay? And if you get scared, it’s okay to hold each other’s hands until you get on the bus.” That statement got a chuckle out of Robert and Bryan and a laugh from herself. She watched as the two continued on their way to the bus as she walked backwards toward the club. Smiling to herself, she turned around to see that Max had just lit up a cigarette. Yeah…she could definitely go for one right now. She walked over to them as Craig began pulling one out from his carton. She could tell that he was about to say something to Max when he caught sight of her and stopped himself. Rolling her eyes, Ailyn shook her head and sighed. “Say whatever the hell you want, Craig. You know me,” she informed him as he stuck the cigarette in his mouth and began lighting up, grumbling to himself with the thing in his lips. Rolling her eyes again, she shook her head. “Craigafer, you’re hopeless. But that was a great show you guys played, either way,” she stated with a grin. “Thanks, Ai.” Her cousin said as he took a drag. Smirking, Ailyn held out her hand for it. When the singer shook his head, Ailyn rolled her eyes and sighed. “If you don’t give me a drag of that, Craig, I’m killing you in your sleep. And I’m not joking in the least.” With that, her cousin handed over the cancer stick. “You’re a b***h…” To which the blue-haired girl gladly nodded and took the stick of death and lifted it to her lips. “Thanks, Craig. I love you, too. But remember, I'm not the one who failed to inform their cousin about their ex on tour,” Ailyn said with a smile before taking a long drag. She pulled it away from her lips and held the smoke in for a bit. She then handed it back to her cousin as she let the smoke exhale slowly from between her lips. “Find me when you’re on the bus, Craig. I need to talk to you still,” she bade her cousin before flashing a smile over at Max and then turning on her heels to head back to the bus. Best leave the boys to their talk before she pounced in at the scene. Besides, she had Macy to take care of and make sure that everything was okay. And also make sure that the other two boys were indeed on the bus and not getting too trashed. Which she wouldn’t mind terrible. It would be funny as ********…

✩ Ailyn mounted the bus and grinned as she saw Robert at the kitchen counter, making a sandwich with a beer sitting next to it. Bryan was bouncing around the living room, which caused the girl to smirk slightly. “Loser,” she coughed while she passed them on her way to the back of the bus, determined to see if Macy was back here. Sure enough, there she was. Curled up with her pillow and everything. Ailyn felt instantly awkward about bugging Macy, but she needed to get as many answers as possible. “Hey, Macy? Are…” she sighed, taking a deep breath before crouching down to be level with Macy. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong at all?” She asked, concern dripping off of every pore of her being right now. Alright, so maybe her mood swings were a little weird. But Ailyn was more worried that the girl wasn’t going to be leaving her alone with the boys on this bus with no idea what the ******** to do after shows or how to control them. The only one she’d ever had to deal with was Craig and that was only when he was with the family. Or when they were hanging out. She’d never had to deal with him on tour before. So it was, quite literally, a first for her. She smiled as she heard Robert and Bryan in the main part of the bus, messing around and starting to grow louder and louder. “You don’t have to, but it helps sometimes, you know? You looked really upset during the show and I just wanted to make sure that everything’s okay…” she said, worry still coating her. “Sorry if I’m prying, I’ll leave you alone if you want me to…” Okay, now it was time to shut up before she said anything stupid.




so hold your h e a d hold it up high
here's to the f r i e n d s that were alibis
keep this c l o s e by your side
when i come home we will h a v e our night

___________________________craigafer's cousin______________________________

[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

you're the s t r e n g t h i need to fight
you're the r e a s o n i still try
i'm the m o t h and you're the light
use these w i n g s so i can fly



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ailyn . blade . cordalis
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craigafer's cousin





❧ Alright, so apparently a hell of a lot more had happened while she and Max were down at the beach. Ailyn felt bad for not being there to comfort Macy during the show, but it was a little late for that. She was glad, however, that Macy was talking to her… Got into it with a fan, huh? Damn… A small smile appeared on her lips as the other girl talked about how she’d made it look like Craig and her were dating. That was sweet… The blue-haired girl was sure that Craig must have enjoyed that, considering how badly he’d blushed this morning when she’d called Macy his girlfriend as a joke. However, it didn’t surpass the worried look that she still had on her face for her cousin’s band’s manager. She sat down on the edge of Macy’s bed, bending over slightly so that she could be more inside Macy’s bunk than out of it. “Well he randomly leaned in and kissed me… I didn’t really know what to say. A few minutes later he spilled his guts about how much he likes me and… I.. I…” Oh damn! Well, looked like her cousin had some explaining to do as far as things that happened went! Ailyn would have let her girly side take over and be all happy had Macy not burrowed into her pillow. Oh great. So Craig had, quite basically, ******** up on the aspect of that situation? Well, she certainly understood why he seemed so down and depressed before the show, then. And when she’d seen him outside, as well.

❧ Ailyn moved a hand to Macy’s back, rubbing small circles on it as she did her best to comfort the girl while she confessed about Ronnie. “I miss Ronnie, so much. He was one of my best friends and I hate feeling like he may need me but I know he won’t have anything to do with me once he finds out that I’m on Max’s side working for them and he will hate my guts if he ever found out that I…” Despite the fact that Ailyn was incredibly interested in what the manager was about to say, she wasn’t about to push it. She was positive that it wouldn’t end well in the least and that she’d probably end up making Macy hate her if she pushed. Which wasn’t something that the young woman wanted in the least. The girl’s eyes darted up to her before looking away again and Ailyn almost thought she should ask. But then she continued talking about how the stupid little fan girls had tried to pick a fight with her. Damn she’d wished she’d seen that! Fan girl versus Macy, that was certainly one for the books! But, apparently, it made Macy feel bad. Which was not a good thing. She was almost tempted to ask which fan girl it was when she realized that there was no way in hell she’d be able to find the b***h again. And then she moved on to talking about how Max Green is pathetic and everything like that and how Macy gave in to going on tour with them. So…she didn’t really want to be here right now? Who wouldn’t want to be here right now? s**t, Ailyn was the most excited about being on this tour than she’d ever really been for anything else in her life.

❧ And then Macy’s speech moved onto how Craig had replaced Ronnie and Ailyn frowned slightly, furrowing her brows quietly. What was that one way that Craig hadn’t been able to replace their old singer? Woah…were Macy and he like…lovers or something? That was awkward… There was silence from the girl, filled with the ruckus going on in the other room. Ailyn was about to turn around and yell at them for being loud before the girl started speaking again. “Craig is Max’s best friend, he’s a great vocalist, he’s an amazing person and the best replacement that Escape The Fate will ever find, but he’s not Ronnie. Craig could never be what Ronnie was to me… he’ll always be… More.” Oh. So Macy did like Craig? Then what was Ronnie? Best friend or something? Wow. Macy was…slightly confusing, but Ailyn didn’t really focus on that right now. The fact that she had to find some way to pull words out of her that could make Macy feel better and not feel like s**t was keeping her from being confused. She was quiet for a few moments, keeping her hand on Macy’s back and rubbing soothing circles on it, trying to sort through that last bit. Ronnie had been Max’s best friend and now Craig was. Ronnie had been Escape the Fate’s vocalist and now Craig was. But Craig wasn’t Ronnie in how they meant to the manager. Craig, apparently, meant more. So…what did that really mean? And she was talking about Craig meaning more, right? Looking back on the context that Macy had put it in, Ailyn guessed yes…

❧ "Alright, well first off, I don’t think anyone would be able to manage Escape the Fate like you can. I certainly wouldn’t be able to and I just had to heard the damn boys onto the bus.” With that, she smiled before continuing. “But anyway, you should talk to him about it, Macy. If I know Craig, he’ll appreciate having the chance to know what’s going on…” Ailyn said, looking down at the manager quietly. “I do know that he really does like you and enjoys having you as a friend even if nothing can come from it,” she said. Alright, so she wasn’t really sure if she was making any sense here, but whatever. She was trying her best and that was all that mattered, right? Right. “But just talk to him. I don’t think Craig ever meant to replace Ronnie… He’s doing what he has to in order to support Leila. And himself. But he’s doing this all for Leila, not to piss off Ronnie or replace him.” She smiled as comfortingly as possible. “I don’t know if I’m actually helping or not. Or if I’m making any sense, but it would probably be good if you talked to him about everything. It’ll make it easier on both of you if you sit down and talk about everything. Get it all out in the open, you know?” She smiled down at the girl, moving her arm away from Macy’s back. However, that smile was not to last as something came flying and hit her back. Glaring, Ailyn turned her head slowly to glare into the living room. Bryan had the look of all innocence on his face while Robert looked like he was about to start laughing his a** off. Bryan’s face wasn’t entirely convincing, and so she leveled her glare at him before looking down to what had been thrown at her. A water bottle. Empty, but a water bottle all the same. It was when she looked back up that Robert started bursting into laughter. “Bastards…” Ailyn grumbled to herself, grabbing the water bottle off the floor before turning back to Macy. “I’m going to go kick some guitar-playing a**, okay? If you need to talk anymore, just let me know,” she said before moving to stand, thrown water bottle still in her hands. Bryan looked a little more guilty as she walked into the main room.

❧ Robert was still laughing his a** off when Ailyn re-adjusted the water bottle in hand to a better throwing position. Bryan kept quiet, looking up at her with a mixture of amusement, guilt, and fear. “Robert told me to!” Bryan stated, pointing over at Robert, who quickly stopped laughing as the water bottle was sent flying his way. It hit his shoulder and both Ailyn and Bryan began laughing. “What the hell!?” Robert protested and Ailyn rolled her eyes. “I don’t care who threw the damn bottle or who’s idea it was. Throw something at me again and you’re all going to owe me some serious smokes. And I’ll start kicking a** and taking names,” she informed them, frowning and running a hand through her hair. “Damn it, Ailyn. Would you stop being a b***h?” Craig’s voice sounded and she smirked as she looked up to see him. Bryan was still laughing his a** off and Robert looked slightly less amused now. “Nope. I like being a b***h, thank you,” she said with a light grin as Craig passed her and looked nervously back at the bunks before digging around in the fridge for a drink. When the man stood up with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. A grin lit up Ailyn’s face. “Hey, Craigafer? Can I have some?” He looked up at her, frowning. “How old are you, again, Ai?” “Twenty-one, dumb a**,” Ailyn stated, frowning over at her cousin. Idiot… “Nope. I will not participate in getting my cousin legally drunk.” Frowning Ailyn lifted her middle finger at him. “a*****e…” she muttered.


[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

baby don't t a l k to me
i'm t r y i n g to let go
not loving you is h a r d e r than you know
girl you're d r i v i n g me so crazy



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craig . edward . mabbitt
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sexy singer





☆ At Max’s mentioning of his a** deserving to be kicked, Craig simply nodded solemnly. He knew he deserved it for the most part. Especially after what Macy had told him. However, Max was choking on inhaled smoke and Craig was slightly worried about his best friend staying alive. Which, it looked like he was going to pull through after the bassist coughed some more. He began explaining how Macy must have been triggered by something else, but the singer couldn’t say what that was, honestly. He hadn’t done anything other than kissing her and telling her that he liked her. Had he done something else to cause Macy’s distress? Probably, it wouldn’t surprise him. He’d seemed to have the luck of getting royally ******** with luck for today. Other than getting to spend that wonderful time with the manager, of course. That seemed like a whole different day and week. A whole other universe away. “Don’t feel like you are walking on eggshells around her because you aren’t. She’s not completely open with you but she enjoys your company. She will still want to be friends with you and be around you no matter how much you think you’ve ******** up.” Craig looked up at his friend, nodding as he listened. He took a final drag on his cigarette before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it. A smirk fell on his face as Max talked about something that happened at a party when they were seventeen. Max? Drunk and falling in love with people? No…never! Certainly not Maxwell Green! He was a good boy that didn’t get drunk or become a complete and total man whore while drunk!

☆ The statement about him not being able to ******** things up with Macy did help. Some. A little. Maybe. Craig nodded at it, sighing and biting on the inside of his cheek. The next little sentence that came out of his best friend’s mouth, however, wasn’t at all reassuring in the least. If Macy felt the same she’d tell him? Well…great. What was, honestly, the likelihood of all that happening? Craig didn’t think it was very high, but what did he know? She’d seem to reject him pretty harshly today at Mickey-D’s and he couldn’t possibly see her changing her mind. Well…maybe she would. Again, what did he know? Max destroyed that worry with telling him that he’d probably caught her off guard thanks to her quick rejection. The next sentence that came out of the bassist’s mouth, however, was not something he was expecting in the least. “I told her to come out on tour because I wanted to help her get over it but I knew that I couldn’t do that, you would have to.” With those words, Craig blinked, looking up at his friend’s grin, slightly confused. So…what? Was he supposed to be a knight in shining armor and slay the evil demons of Macy’s past? How the ******** was that going to be possible if she wouldn’t even really look him in the eye since he’d confessed himself to her? Oh yes, he was certain that that was going to go down well… The singer sighed, running a hand through his hair before stuffing both hands back into his front pockets again. He leaned against the wall as Max continued to speak. Well…he more or less ranted about how Craig was supposed to succeed in his visual image of being a knight and slaying the demons that Ronnie had left behind. “You are going to have to prove to her that you are worthy, that you are doing this because this is what you do to make a living for yourself. You have to show her you didn’t do this to spite him because sometimes I think she feels that way.” Oh yes. Because that was going to be so easy to do…

☆ Craig sighed, watching as Max pushed himself off the wall and started the walk back to the bus. With another sigh, he decided that it was probably time that they all headed out and everything like that. “Sometimes I think that she feels that we let you into the band just to spite Ronnie and I know she doesn’t mean to feel that way but I just fear that she does, so please, please prove her wrong.” His best friend instructed him and the singer nodded quietly in agreement, following his friend up to the bus quietly. “I’m going to try my best, Max…” he said, sighing and swallowing nervously as they made their way back to the bus. “And thanks for not kicking my a**, by the way. I…couldn’t help it…” he muttered a little awkwardly. He scrubbed a hand through his hair before stuffing it back into his pocket and finishing the walk to the bus in silence. Sounds of Robert and Bryan could be heard and he heard the mixture of his cousin’s laughter in there as well. “I don’t care who threw the damn bottle or who’s idea it was. Throw something at me again and you’re all going to owe me some serious smokes. And I’ll start kicking a** and taking names.” Ailyn’s voice was the first decipherable thing Craig heard as he boarded the bus. Rolling his eyes at his cousin, he shook his head. “Damn it, Ailyn. Would you stop being a b***h?”] he wondered aloud, smirking as he said it. She smirked back at him as Bryan continued to laugh and Robert grumbled to himself. “Nope. I like being a b***h, thank you.” At that, Craig rolled his eyes and passed her, eyes darting back to the bunks where he figured Macy was. God…he should go talk to her. Straighten things out between them, keep things from getting awkward…

☆ NNo, he didn‘t quite have the balls to go back there and do that right now. What he really needed right now was a drink. A drink would take his mind off of things for the moment and, although he really shouldn’t have been solving his problems with alcohol, he was going to for the moment. Sighing once more, Craig turned to the fridge and bent down to open it, grabbing a random bottle of liquor and pulling it out before straightening up. “Hey, Craigafer? Can I have some?” Ailyn’s voice sounded again and he smirked as he looked over at her, frowning slightly. “How old are you again, Ai?” he asked jokingly. She just rolled her eyes and looked at him like he was an idiot. “Twenty-one, dumb a**,” she replied with a bite. “Nope. I will not participate in getting my cousin legally drunk,” he informed her. He grinned and winked at her playfully while she flipped him off. “a*****e,” she muttered and Craig rolled his eyes, shaking his head and twisting the cap off the liquor. He took a swig of it, letting the fiery liquid move down his throat and into his stomach before he responded to that cousin of his. “See, this is why you can’t find guys attractive until you’re twenty-five. Leila knows that. You should know that, too, Ai,” Craig grinned and she just rolled her eyes, moving to plop down on the couch next to Bryan. Who was still chuckling to himself. “And besides. You need to learn to get your own s**t for once instead of mooching off of everyone else. Do you even have your own smokes anymore or do you just mooch off of everyone in the ******** world?” Ailyn rolled her eyes at him again and she smirked. “No, I do. I’m just too lazy to go get them myself. Mooching is easier, Craig-y.” Simultaneously, both Craig and Ailyn stuck their tongues out at one another.

☆ "Ugh. ******** this game. I’m tired…” Craig muttered to himself, sighing and setting the liquor back on the counter after screwing the cap on. Alright, so maybe a drink wasn’t really what he’d needed or wanted at that moment. “Ailyn, remember what I told you about men and them not being attractive until you’re twenty-five!” Sighing, Craig ran a hand through his hair once more before slipping off into the bunk hall. He hesitated once he got to his bunk. His eyes darted over to where Macy was lying. He felt the guilt and regret wash over him again as he sat down in his bunk, frowning at himself. He was about to just lay down and roll over, ignore her and try not to let it show how much it would hurt him to do that. But no, he looked up through his bangs and over at her. “Macy, I’m really sorry about everything…” Craig started. However, he wasn’t sure what else to say, so he just shut himself up instead of opening up the vaults to suffer the death of word vomit. He needed to figure out something to say that would make him look like the knight in shining armor that he, apparently, needed to be for her.


[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

to form i m a g i n a r y lines
forget your s c a r s, we'll forget mine
the hours c h a n g e so fast
oh god, please m a k e this last



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jacqueline . anya . kyler
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back in town





❧ "Yes, Mom. I’m fine, I swear.” A female voice overrode the music playing through the car. A few minutes ago, it had been blasting and she had been singing along. However, now it was on a low volume thanks to the phone call that the girl was currently having to deal with. She didn’t exactly want to deal with that phone call right now, but she’d take care of it because of the fact that it was her mother and, had she not answered her phone, she’d probably be getting s**t for the rest of her life for it. “Where are you right now?” The woman’s voice on the other end sounded, a worried tinge to it. Which didn’t make any sense considering the fact that the girl had been on plenty of road trips by herself. She didn’t even live with her mother anymore. But that was probably why the woman sounded so nervous. She was coming back home from her father's to stay for the summer before she went off to school. “I’m like…I don’t know. About a half hour longer if you don’t call me anymore? I have to stop for gas, so I’ll be there in like…forty-five minutes, okay?” she responded, sighing as an exalted cheer rang from the other end of the phone once her mother repeated what she’d just said. Apparently, her brother was hovering around their mother and the phone. “Hey Azo,” the young woman said, smirking as her mother related and then there seemed to be a struggle for the phone. “Hey, Jack!” Her brother’s voice sounded and she smirked as she hit her turn signal to pull into a gas station. “I gotta go now, Azo. I’ll see you soon, okay? Tell Mom I love her.” With that, she closed her phone as she stopped her car.

❧ Said phone was deposited in the empty passenger seat as her hand drifted over to the stereo. Her nimble and pale fingers twisted the volume knob up a few notches. Grinning to herself, she shut the power off the car and grinned to herself as the sounds of Escape the Fate filled her ears. However, she needed gas. And because of that, she needed to turn off her car and, therefore, the music playing. Twisting the keys in the ignition, the young woman pulled them out and shoved them in her front pocket, unlocking the gas tank on the side of her car as she climbed out. Her hands moved to her back pockets to ensure that she still had her money on her. Once that was confirmed, she smiled to herself and went inside, grabbing a packet of gummi worms before heading up to the counter. “Can I get twenty on…” Her eyes traveled back to her car before she continued. “Number three? Thanks.” The girl paid and was out of the gas station in a matter of a few minutes. A few minutes later, she’d filled her gas tank with the twenty-dollars she’d paid and was climbing into her car once again. Her phone was buzzing in the seat beside her and she sighed, rolling her eyes and ignoring it as she started up her car once more. The engine roared to life and the seventeen year old drove slowly back home. For the last three years, she'd been living with her father. After the divorce, she'd been given the choice of which parent she'd rather live with. Both she and her brother had gotten the choice. Her younger brother, currently fifteen, had chosen to live with their mom in Belle.

❧ The girl had broken her mother's heart when she left with her father. But she couldn't help that her father seemed to be the better fit for her guardian than her mother. Where as her mother was determined to call her Jacqueline or Jackie, her father was perfectly glad to call her Jack. Jacqueline Kyler hated her name. At least her first name, anyway. It didn't fit her, was too girly for her liking. Not enough kick-a** in it for her personality. And Jackie just...wasn't her. In her opinion, your average Jackie was someone with normal colored hair and without peircings. Two rules that she broke easily. Her white hair was, certainly, not the most natural color in the world for hair to be. And as for peircings, she was well...equipped in that department. With her septum, dimples, and a medusa, she was definitely not the stereotypical "Jacqueline." She supposed that she could have gone by Anya, her middle name, really quite easily. But she wasn't exactly an "Anya," either. Ice princess wasn't in her blood, although her hair probably fit the part. But, once again, her peircings kind of took a toll on that nickname. And so, Jack she was and Jack she would, more than likely, remain. A pale hand reached up to run through her white wavy locks as she drove down all the familiar roads. God...she hadn't been back home in a few years and it, most certainly, felt like it. A small smile was on her face as she drove through downtown. Her thoughts wandered to where her old friends were and if they were even in town anymore. Probably not. She'd pretty much left as soon as she got the chance. There was, absolutely, no reason for anyone to stay in this small-a** town. Again, why she left.

❧ A yawn escaped her lips as she pulled into the driveway of her mother's house. Her younger brother was sitting on the porch and as she stopped her car and began climbing out, he hopped up and ran, full force, towards her. "Jack!" he cried, bouncing on his feet as she smirked and climbed out of her car. Her mother appeared in the doorway with a grin. "Holy...Jack! What the hell did you do to your face!?" he asked. Jacqueline smirked, hugging her brother before pulling away. "Just some minor...adjustments." she said with a smirk. He shook his head, shaggy black hair falling into his brown eyes. The fifteen year old hugged her again before moving around to help her with her bags. "Mom is so going to kill you," her brother muttered. To which she responded by grinning and shrugging. "It's okay. She doesn't really have custody over me and what I do. If she wants to get mad at anyone, she can get pissed at Dad. He's the one that's been letting me do it." The boy shook his head, smirking as he pulled out two of her three suitcases. "Lucky b***h. I thought mom would kill me for letting my hair grow out this long. But...s**t. You even...your hair is insane." A smirk was on Jack's lips once more as she leaned into her car to grab her other bag. "You just noticed it? Damn, little bro. You fail at s**t like that." He laughed at her before beginning to lead her up the walkway to their mother's home.

❧ "Hey, Mom!" Jack called when she'd gotten onto the porch. Her mother stared at her with an open mouth as her daughter stepped forward for a hug. The hug was returned, but the woman's bright green eyes were glaring up at her daughter. "Jacqueline! What...the hell did you do to your hair!? What...how many piercings do you have!?" The woman asked as she followed her daughter into the house. The familiar smells hit the girl like a frieght train and she smirked at the memories that came rushing back to her. "It's called bleach, Mom. And there's only four," Jack supplied before she was led up to her room by her brother. "Told you Mom was gonna kill you, Jack." Jacqueline merely smriked, shrugging once more as the door was opened. Everything was pretty much the same as when she'd left it. Light purple walls and dark purple bed-covers. The girl wondered if it still smelled like her. Probably not... The walls were bare of the posters she'd taken with her when she left with her dad. But other than that, everything was where it had been. "Dear god...did Mom even do anything to this room when I left?" she asked, turning towards her brother as she dropped the bag she carried on the bed. Azo shook his head, a sad look in his brown eyes. Jacqueline sighed, looking around the room and biting down on her lower lip guiltily. "Ugh. That makes me feel terrible for leaving now..." she muttered to herself. Her brother merely shrugged and left her. Her thoughts moved to unpacking, but she decided against it for one reason or another. There was always time to unpack later. Right now, she kind of just wanted to roam around town and see all that she remembered. And see if anyone recognized her. Which wasn't very likely at this point and all the changes she'd made since skipping town.

❧ First, however, she kind of just wanted to get out of the clothes she'd driven here in. Unzipping one of her suitcases, she pulled out a few articles of clothing before remembering that her door was still open. She walked over and closed it before returning to her bed. Jacqueline stripped down from her simple t-shirt and jeans before grabbing the outfit she was going to wear downtown. It consisted of a black beater, fitting over her slender torso nice and snug. A black mini skirt followed that. There was a layer of mesh beneath it that made it poof away from her legs a bit, and a few attatched belts going in rather random directions. A pair of fingerless leather gloves followed suit before she grabbed a pair of boots from the suitcase and sat down on her bed to pull them onto her feet. It took a few minutes for her to get all the buckles re-buckeled, but once she did, she was ready to go. She looked across into the mirror that was hung up. Her hair looked fine the way it was and she still had her thick rims of eyeliner and dark shadow, Her skin glowed thanks to the dark fabric she wore. Her hands grabbed at her phone and stuffed it into her shrit before she headed out of her room and began the descent to the living room. Her mother and brother were sitting on the couch, the older woman muttering something as the young teenaged boy merely looked on with a bored expression. "I'll be back later, guys. I wanna go look around and stuff." Jacqueline declared, walking out the front door before anyone could protest her leaving.

❧ With a deep breath, Jackie took off down the street towards where she knew the downtown area of Belle was. Within a few minutes, she was there. Walking on the sidewalk and just looking at all the various shops and everything that had changed over the years that she had been away from here.


[ for ShadesOfTiwele with ShadesOfColor ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

please don't c r u s h me
'cause baby i'm a d r e a m e r for sure
and i won't l e t you down
i swear this time i m e a n it



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phoenix . shade . kyler
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the heartbreaker





☆ Ugh. Morning. Great. Just what he wanted to face… Another day of spending his days wasting away at a stupid amusement park. But he need the money, so he’d deal with it. Sighing, he rolled over and found his arm soon draping around another body. Smirking to himself, he peeled back one of his eyelids to see the bare back of a girl around his age. Of course, he wasn’t quite sure of her name. She had a pale olive tone to her skin and short blonde hair. Blondie was still sleeping, thankfully. If he could manage to sneak out of the house before he had to talk to her, he wouldn’t have to worry about remembering her name. With a triumphant smile, he rolled back over away from Blondie and into another sleeping form. This one was facing him and had a pretty face framed by long red hair. So apparently, he’d gotten into it with Blondie and Red at the same time. That was hot. Too bad he couldn’t remember a damn thing about it. That was disappointing, for sure. Sighing, he managed to maneuver his way out from between the two nameless girls. He looked at the clock, he still had about an hour before he had to be at work. And, knowing him, he’d probably be late. Not really a problem considering the fact that he…had it in good with the boss. A smirk crossed his face once more as he thought about that. He grabbed a few random articles of clothing off of his bedroom floor as he made his way through the room. Once he got to the door, he made sure to be as quiet as possible on getting out. Grabbing his cell phone on the way out, he made sure he had everything before going over to the bathroom across the hall of his apartment.

☆ He took his time with showering, drying himself and not bothering to dry the mop of purple hair on top of his head quite yet. Sighing, he wrapped his towel around his waist before poking his head back into his bedroom to see if the girls were still there. And if they were, whether or not they were still asleep. Both of those questions got ‘yes’ for answers and he quickly retreated back to the bathroom. Alright, so now what? He had clothes and everything like that, so it wasn’t like that was a big issue. But what if they were still there when he came home from work? Oh god…that would suck. Or what if they managed to stalk him around to find out where he worked? Ugh. The multiple situations of bad endings ran through his mind as he finished drying off. The young man then proceeded to dress in boxers, a pair of grey skinny jeans, and a simple black t-shirt with the Rise Against logo in light brown in the middle of it. He had a pair of socks on his feet and, after checking that he had another half hour left before he had to be at work, he stuffed his phone into the front right pocket of his jeans. “Phoenix! Hurry up, baby!” s**t. One of them was up. s**t, s**t, s**t! What was he supposed to do now? Sighing, he ran his hands through his still-wet purple hair as he stared at the closed bathroom door. Whichever girl was on the other side knocked a few times and he sighed once more. “Hold on, sweetie. I’ll be out in a second,” he told the mysterious woman as panic began rising. Great. This was not something that he wanted to deal with… At all.

☆ In the next fifteen minutes, Phoenix Shade Kyler dried his purple hair and had it arranged on his head. Of course, those fifteen minutes did not pass peacefully thanks to the b***h that would continue to bug him about getting out of the bathroom every few minutes. He was really starting to get sick of her and he was glad, for once, that he’d be leaving for work soon. He had just finished applying a thick rim of eyeliner around his eyes when the knocking came once again and didn't stop. 'Damn slut...' Phoenix said to himself as he turned to yank the door open. Both Blondie and Red were standing there, glaring at him with green adn blue eyes. He merely smiled smoothly before walking past them and ignoring their protests against one another for who got the bathroom first. Damn. He grabbed his work smock before making sure he had his keys. "Hey, ladies! Lock up when you leave, would you? Thanks!" He called to the rest of his house as he exited, closing the door behind him and quickly making his escape from the apartment building before they could follow him. Yawning, he ran a hand through his hair and pulled out a cigarette. He set it in between his lips before lighting up and turning down the street to walk to his job at the amusement park. He still couldn't believe that he worked at that s**t hole... But hey, he got fairly good money for it, so whatever. Not really. But let's just ignore the fact that he got s**t pay for doing s**t jobs. Made sense, when you thought about it, honestly. But still. It wasn't his ideal situation in the least. He enjoyed going out and partying and having fun and having sex. Sex was fun, no matter who it was with.

☆ Phoenix Kyler, because of this fact, had become notorious for being a heart breaker. Not like it bothered him. He had made a game out of it, after a while. He dealt with it and honestly couldn't care less. There was a smirk on his face as he walked into the park, flicking off the last of the ash on his smoke before letting it drop to the ground beneath his feet. He stepped on it before making his way over to the clock-in area. He was late, like he'd expected. Late by about fifteen minutes. And he learned that he was to be working the "Hook a Duck" booth today. ********. The most boring ******** job in the world and he just had to get stuck with it... Sighing, he frowned and ran a hand through his purple hair again, shaking his head before heading over to the booth. It was when he saw who it was that he was supposed to be working with that his frown turned into a light smirk. Today, he was to be working with the ever elusive Amelia Parker. That was the one girl that refused to fall for his charm. Phoenix was, undoubtedly, determined to get her to be in his collection of exes. A smirk on his face, he waltzed up to the stand and hopped behind the counter. "Well, well, well. Looks like I get the longest stick of 'em all. I get to work with a gorgeous young woman today. Lucky me," he purred, grinning as he leaned against the counter and watched her with his dark brown eyes. Today was going to be fun. He was determined.


[ for role's reserved with XxJessicaelisexX ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

just try a n d get up
you gotta s l o w l y brush off
i know that w o r d s aren't enough
but you're b e t t e r than this



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tristan . ryan . mccoy
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the best friend forever





☆ Friday nights were generally spent with the girlfriend. However, the one exception to this week’s Friday night was that the girlfriend was out of town. For once in her life, she’d gone away for a few days. Leaving her seventeen year old boyfriend alone and in his own home for once. About ******** time… However, he wasn’t so much alone thanks to the fact that every few minutes, she’d send a text message his way. Or call every few minutes to see how he was doing. Currently, he was sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal on his lap and his phone to his ear. She’d called. Again. “Baby, I miss you so much!” She dragged out the ‘o’ on ‘so’ and it made him almost cringe. As much as he loved his girlfriend, she was a little on the far end of the personality spectrum from him. Where as he was completely dorky and really rather awkward, she was the queen of being in the social spotlight. Tristan McCoy, on the other hand, wasn’t so much the socialite. He had his best friend and that was pretty much the only person he didn’t mind hanging around anymore. “I miss you too, Melody,” the boy told her, smiling to himself as he waited for her to dismiss him and hang up again. Of course, she’d probably only call in twenty minutes again anyway, but all the same. He was kind of craving her to just leave him alone… “So, Melody? I’m kind of busy right now, okay? I’m really sorry, but my mom wants to spend some time together.” The lie fell into place almost a little too easily. Sighing, Tristan waited for her response. “Oh. Okay, Tristan, baby. I’ll talk to you later, then. Call me when your done?” He could hear the disappointment in her voice and he sighed, nodding to himself despite the fact that she couldn’t see him. “Sure thing, babe. Talk to you later.” “Love you.” “You, too,” he supplied before hanging up and dropping his phone onto the couch beside him. Now. Back to his cereal…

☆ However, it was not to be. His phone soon began going off beside him, screaming his real tone of “Something” by Escape the Fate. Sighing, he ignored it, knowing that if it was a call they’d leave a message if it was important and if it was a text message, it’d be there when he was finished eating. Right now, he was hungry and wanted to finish his god damn bowl of cereal. However, when he took a bite of the Cheerios, he found them to be soggy. His damn girlfriend had been distracting him a little too much for him to be able to get that cereal into his belly when it was good and crunchy still. Soggy cereal was just…not good. At all. [******** my life…” he muttered to himself. Sighing, Tristan placed his feet onto the floor and stood, stretching slightly before heading off back into the kitchen. He dumped the remaining cereal down the disposal and then put the empty bowl into the dishwasher. Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair and made his way back toward the living room. “Guess I should see who wanted me…” he mused to himself as he plopped back down onto the sofa. He grabbed at his phone, sighing as he saw he had a new text message. Well, that certainly didn’t take long for his girlfriend to try to get him to talk to her again. However, when he flipped his phone open to read the text message, he found that it was not from Melody at all. No, instead it was from his best friend in the entire world, Macy. She wanted him to come over and watch a scary movie with her? Well how could he possibly deny her? Grinning to himself, he made quick to make up a reply to her.


Star ;;
‘Course I want to!
Gimme five minutes to get dressed and s**t
I’ll be there soon!
;; Tristan


☆ Hitting the ‘send’ button, Tristan hopped back off the couch and made his way back to his room. Currently, he didn’t think that he was dressed very appropriately. Shirtless, he was wearing a simple pair of black sweat pants. Not exactly something to go over to his best friend’s house to watch a movie in. Smiling to himself, Tristan closed his bedroom door after him before heading over to his dresser. Of course, there wasn’t any real need for him to close the door. His parents had gone out of town for the weekend on a “romantic getaway” and his little sister was staying with a friend for the weekend. He had the house to himself and because of that, once again, there was really no reason for him to close his bedroom door behind him while he changed. Force of habit, perhaps? Yeah, that was probably it. Sighing, Tristan scrubbed through his hair before he pulled out a few articles of clothing to wear. A pair of grey skinny jeans for his long legs and then a simple black t-shirt with Rise Against’s logo on the front in a light brown color for his torso. After taking a couple of minutes to get dressed, the boy sprayed himself loosely with his Axe deodorant. He didn’t put too much on considering the fact that he wouldn’t have to smell good all day, but he put enough on so that he wouldn’t smell like man stink and he wouldn’t repel Macilyn from him. Honestly, Macilyn was probably the only person in the world that he cared about impressing most. Despite the fact that they were best friends and he couldn’t see anything from that point of view changing anytime soon, he still wanted to impress her. He cared about her. A lot. A lot more than he probably should considering the fact that they were really only friends. Unfortunately for him. And the funny thing was, though, that Macy and himself were as opposite as he and his girlfriend were. They had completely different tastes and completely different personalities. But that was what he loved about her, Macy.

☆ Sighing, he ran his tongue over his teeth and grimaced at the fact that they were still covered in braces. He was supposed to get the damn things taken off in a few weeks. And Tristan could not wait. Making his way out of his bedroom, the seventeen year old walked across to the bathroom to sort through the mess that was his dark brown hair. His green eyes stared back at him as he messed around with his hair, trying to get it to lie just the way that he liked it. Once satisfied, the boy then made his way out to his car, making sure that he had his phone and keys in the process. Along with slipping his feet into his black and dark grey checkered VANs shoes. He made his way over to his dark blue Honda Accord, climbing into the driver’s seat and pressing the keys into the ignition to start the old car. Within the span of about fifteen minutes, he was slowing his car to a stop outside of Macilyn’s home. Grinning to himself at the thought of seeing his best friend, he pocketed his keys and made his way up to the door. He knocked a few times before twisting the knob, sticking his head in. “Hello? Anyone home?” he called out before pushing the door open more. He was glad that he and Macy had known each other for years, because in any other home, this would have been counted as trespassing. But with his best friend? Never. They’d been doing this to each other’s houses for years and years. His green eyes caught sight of the blonde girl crawling around on the floor picking something up. Smirking, he slipped his shoes off and closed the door behind him. “Hey there, Macy. How’re you doing?” he asked, a small grin on his face as he made his way over to her. “Oh. Why’d you spill the popcorn, babe?” Tristan asked, moving to crouch down in front of her. “Mind if I help?” he said as he began picking up pieces of popcorn off the floor with her.


[ for && i love you more with iiBritty ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

closed lips, she was n e v e r one to kiss and tell
those trips in the s u m m e r never went so well
young l o v e is such dumb love
call it what you w a n t it was still enough



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wednesday . kahlen . lee
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best friend forever





❧ Wednesday, honestly, wasn’t sure what to make of Madison’s obvious aversion to her. Alex told her to expect it, but all the same. It wasn’t what she was expecting to deal with while on tour with the boys. In the least. Something about her just screamed ‘back the ******** off.’ And the girl wasn’t the best at handling situations like that. She wasn’t one to start things and she, certainly, wasn’t one to finish them when they were started. The twenty year old was the type of person that stayed as far away from conflict as possible. And when she was caught in the middle of something, that was pretty much where she stayed. In the middle. Unless it involved Alex, of course. Because she always took his side in pretty much everything and without question. That was just how she rolled and how she lived her life. And besides, she liked Alex a hell of a lot more than anyone else in the world, so it pretty basically worked itself out. Speaking of her best friend, the boy popped up into the bunk hall and found her. She smiled at him, but apparently it wasn’t very reassuring. “Don’t worry about her, Wednesday, I’ll handle it.” She nodded quietly, sighing to herself. She really didn’t want to have to have Alex fight her battles for her, but he knew Madison quite a bit more than she did, so she supposed that it would be alright to let him do it just this once. Right? Sure… Her grey-green eyes watched as he turned to his bunk and began digging around in his bags. “Thanks, Alex…” Wendy told him, smiling softly as she watched him.

❧ A smirk crossed her face when he grinned over his shoulder at her and told her to cheer up. She shrugged and hugged her pillow closer, nuzzling into it like she had been doing in her sleep earlier that day. Wednesday watched him with a small smile, enveloping herself in her own quiet thoughts. He changed into a pair of pants and she couldn’t help the light blush that had filled her cheeks with color thanks to that. Sure, she’d seen Alex change a zillion and a half times, but it always had the same effect on her. Wendy was…well, she was really quite modest when it came to things like that. After he had finished changing into a simple pair of pants, he came over to her. “Scoot over,” he said and she did, slowly, pushing herself back into the corner of her bunk before that boy jumped into the bunk. She giggled slightly as he sat up and hit his head and was about to ask if he was okay when he turned on her and began tickling her. “Ah! Damn it, Alex! No fair!” she cried between her bouts of laughter. The girl flailed about slightly, not really enjoying being cornered and being tickled at the same time. Tickling she was fine with. Being cornered was something she’d rather not deal with and put the two together and it was just torture. She continued laughing, though, as she tried to fight away his hands. “You’re so mean!” Wednesday insisted when he continued tickling her. She wasn’t mad, but she just didn’t see how this whole situation was fair at all. “What are you two doing?”

❧ Derek’s voice made the both of them jump. And Wednesday, who was not good in situations that she got scared in, flailed about and made a rather loud ‘eep’ sound while Alex just jumped and hit his head. That poor boy of hers was going to end up getting a concussion one of these days with the way that he kept hitting his head on things at the rate that he currently was. “I’d be careful if I were you, Wednesday might eat you and I’ll tickle you to death so she can,” the guitarist informed the singer. The girl smirked and nodded firmly from behind Alex. She would have said something in support of that, but Madison’s voice cut over all and stopped her. She sighed, frowning inwardly at the other girl. “Derek! Leave them alone! Wendy told you not to bother her, so don’t. Come on, we should watch a movie or something.” She watched as the singer was pulled away by the manager’s call. Well, that was nice. But…all the same, Wendy was feeling rather skeptical over that situation. Her eyes were, unknowingly, narrowed in thought as Alex turned his attentions back to her. She looked up at him, smiling softly while he looked confused. That caused a small frown to take over her lips and expression as he spoke about not having any idea as to what that was about. Wendy shrugged silently, not sure what to tell him. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I don’t know what it was about, either…” she told him while he closed the curtain and then turned back around to kiss her cheek. She grinned at that, looking up at him.

❧ "Oh yay, you’re gonna stay here with me tonight?” Wednesday asked, grinning softly still. She moved so that she could hug him, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. She took in a deep breath of his scent and smiled at it. He smelled so…relaxing. She honestly didn’t care about the smell of sweat or anything like that because, well, Alex generally smelled like sweat. It was just one of his things. Of course, being a musician and everything probably had something to do with that fact. “Mmm…you smell like man, Alex.” With a soft giggle, she looked up at him before nuzzling back into his neck. “It smells good, though…” she reassured him while trying to fight back a yawn. However, a few moments later, her mouth opened and released that yawn that she had been trying to hold in. Sighing, she released Alex and then lay back down on her pillows, looking forward to getting to sleep next to her…boyfriend, like she’d always wanted to. “Today was like, the best day in the history of forever…” she mused softly while she waited for Alex to settle down beside her. And it definitely was the best day of her life. She'd woken up from dreams of Alex, which was something that she did regularily so that wasn't really new, learned that he liked her the way that she liked him, got to confess her love for him, and had finally gotten him as her own and he was going to sleep in her bed with her. Pretty damn amazing, if you asked her. Once he had settled in, she tossed her blanket over the both of them and nuzzled into his chest, smiling softly to herself. “Love you, Alex…”

[Seremela_Tiwele]

you're the s t r e n g t h i need to fight
you're the r e a s o n i still try
i'm the m o t h and you're the light
use these w i n g s so i can fly



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ailyn . blade . cordalis
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craigafer's cousin





❧ Apparently, no one had heard the tale of Ailyn’s childhood adventures with Craig and their siblings in Arizona. Because as soon as she’d said that, Robert started choking, Max was looking at her like she was crazy, and Bryan was questioning her. “It’s a really long story. But basically we were like...ten, my two oldest brothers were intensely high, and they convinced us that “albino alligators” were hiding in our backyard. It was ******** intense,” she told them in a rush of breath and with a nod, grinning as she spoke. And then Max changed the subject quickly and she wondered, quietly, what it was that she had said that was so weird. Well…alright, so it was a little strange, honestly. But no matter! She smirked as Max continued explaining why they were all so scared of her cousin. “We are all scared of Craig because he has little man syndrome. When we piss him off I’m convinced that he could kill all of us, he gets red in the face, smoke bellows from his ears and then when he punches you, it actually hurts.” He nodded and she smirked, keeping herself from giggling at that. “Well, okay. I’ll give you that much. He’s scary when he’s angry, yeah. But that’s when you initiate Operation Run Like Hell. Or just hug him with all your might and hold his arms down. That works, too.” Ailyn smiled and took another drink from the bottle, letting the liquid settle down in her stomach before she capped it and placed it on the floor by her feet.

❧ The rest of the night was spent with really quite interesting conversation. She was making fast friends with the members of Escape the Fate and that made it a little less awkward for her to be there. It was, most definitely, an entertaining and amusing night filled with conversation of equal stimulation. Ailyn was still sipping at the liquor bottle at her feet, though she had mostly stopped drinking when the dizziness had kicked in a while ago. There was nothing she hated more than feeling dizzy, and she was going to avoid that feeling for as long as she possibly could. Left at tipsy, she wasn’t quite full blown drunk. Which was a good thing because drunk Ailyn wasn’t really anything that she liked being. It was a bit too much for her normal sarcastic and hard-headed personality. When she was completely drunk, she pretty much did anything anyone asked her to. Which was not a good thing. The generality of it was, too, that she didn’t often remember all that she had done the next morning. Also not a good thing. So maybe that was why Craig hadn’t wanted her drinking around all these guys. Max especially, apparently. He was really cute when he was drunk, though. And in her current mental state, cute was full blown out sexy as all hell. Beyond that, even. Now, along with being tipsy herself, she was half-asleep at this point. Mainly because of the fact that she really hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and had spent all day being relatively active and enjoying herself. However, she was not about to go drag her a** off to bed. Because she was having fun and this was probably one of the only times that she was going to be drinking on the course of this tour. Alright, so that was a total and complete lie, but whatever. That didn’t matter so much as the fact that she was enjoying herself and would not be the first to go to bed. Unlike Craig and Macy.

❧ She watched quietly from the sidelines as Robert began pulling Max’s whiskey away from him. Aw…poor Max. She smirked as he tried to protest and then failed at doing so. Yeah, he was definitely beyond adorable right now. He looked over at her and was, soon, practically sitting on her. She grinned at him and had the sudden desire to hug him. And so she did. She hugged him, briefly, before he began speaking. “Hey pretty lady,” Ailyn couldn’t help but to giggle at that, trying to ignore the blush that had crept up on her. “I think I’m in love with you.” With those words, she turned three shades darker. Of course, she told herself that it didn’t mean anything because he was drunk. However, that didn’t stop the fact that she was blushing. “Aw, really Maxie? Thanks…” she told him before Bryan appeared to pull him off of her. She frowned at that, but didn’t protest it. “I think maybe…maybe you need to go to bed before Macy comes out here and then Craig will kill you.” Bryan seemed to be the only voice of reason here on the bus right now. Ailyn wondered if she should have partaken in the stopping Max from drinking so much. Max turned around to face the guitarist. “But you know that Craig won’t kill me, he loves me because I’m his best friend. He won’t know what I’m doing anyway…” Ailyn smirked, looking between the two boys tiredly before her eyes landed on Max when he began speaking on ce again. “He won’t know what I’m up to because he’s too busy ******** Macy.” The blue haired girl swallowed, reaching her hands up to cover her mouth quietly. Holy s**t. Seriously? No…Craig wouldn’t do that. Would he? “We shouldn’t have let him drink so much,” Robert said and she felt guilty for drinking with him. Sighing, she pulled her legs into her chest and hugged her arms around them.

❧ A light yawn escaped her lips as Robert dragged Max off towards the bunks. She sighed, feeling the guilt continue to eat at her. She wondered if he would have gotten drunk like this without her on the tour. Of course, if Macy had been out there, apparently she would have stopped him from drinking so much. Alright, Ailyn probably should have stopped the bassist. Then again, she was drinking herself so…ugh. She didn’t know what to think or feel right now. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was going to pass out in a second. Sighing, she looked up as Bryan came over to stand in front of her. “He gets a little out of hand sometimes. Don’t worry about it though…just don’t…please for the love of God don’t tell Macy that he was this plastered or she might kill us.” Ailyn nodded, smiling softly. “No problem, Bryan. I understand and shall not tell her, promise,” she told him. It was understandable why they wouldn’t want to piss Macy off. If Macy got pissed off, Craig would probably end up getting pissed off, too, and that probably wouldn’t be best. She yawned again before unfolding her legs. She stood, wobbly on her feet as she tried to get a hold of which way was up and which was down. Bryan caught her elbow just in time to keep her from falling over. She smiled over at him. “Thank you. I'm...gonna go to bed myself,” she stated. He nodded and she gave him another smile before beginning to walk off towards the bunk area. However, what Max had said before he'd been dragged off by Robert popped up in her mind and she paused, a little awkwardly, in the middle of the kitchen area.

❧ What if Craig and Macy were actually doing things? She would hate to walk in there and interrupt or see things that she didn't want nor need to see. ********. Now what. “Everything okay, Ailyn?” Bryan appeared to her side and she turned to look at him. “Um...kind of? I don't...want to go back there and like...walk in on something...” she admitted rather awkwardly. Ailyn swallowed nervously and reached a hand up to pick at the skin on her lip as she looked at the tan guitarist. Hm. He was pretty cute. It was then that Robert came out of the bunk area and her multi-colored eyes landed on the drummer. “Hey, Robert. Were...uh...” he coughed rather awkwardly before continuing, “Do you have any idea what's going on with Macy and Craig?” The drummer shook his curly head. “s**t... Um...okay. I'm...gonna sleep on the couch then...” she stated, swallowing her nerves before heading back over to the couch that she and Max had previously been sitting upon. With another yawn, the girl somehow almost managed to stumble over herself and fall on her face while trying to sit down. She wasn't quite sure how that was possible, but apparently it was. Sighing, she stretched out on the couch and frowned. “I'm sure nothing's going on, Ailyn. It's okay for you to go back to your bed...” Bryan told her, appearing out of nowhere again crouched beside her. She sighed and shook her head. “Nope. I'm already here. Too late to move. Night.” She told him, smirking and closing her eyes. She heard the other two moving about and putting things away before lights flickered off and they headed back into the bunk hall. She smirked, rolling over to face the back of the couch as she cuddled into it to try to, finally, get some sleep.


[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

you're the s t r e n g t h i need to fight
you're the r e a s o n i still try
i'm the m o t h and you're the light
use these w i n g s so i can fly



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ailyn . blade . cordalis
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craigafer's cousin





❧ It took a while for Ailyn to finally fall asleep. And once she did, it was that deep slumber that was like laying in a thick blanket of thought-stopping fog. Which was rather nice, because it was her thoughts that kept her from falling asleep in the first place. So not thinking about anything for once was rather nice. However, it didn’t seem like long for that sleep to be interrupted by something hard, soft, firm, and heavy dropping on her. She frowned and gasped, eyes shooting open as she prepared to scream at whatever had just landed on her. Until, that is, she saw that it was Max. She yawned and frowned at him, wondering what he wanted and why the hell he just had to fall on top of her. “Sorry. My bunk is cold and I was looking for you but… You weren’t in your bunk,” he informed her. To which she replaced her frown with a smile and began shaking her head at him. “Nuh-uh. I didn’t want to walk in on anything going on below my bunk…” she told him rather groggily. Her head was still spinning with that slight drunkeness that she’d taken up earlier. A bit better than what it had been, but it was still spinning. Max still smelled of booze and she figured that he was still drunk. Yawning, the girl worked with the boy to figure out how the hell to untangle themselves. Which didn’t make any sense to her why it took five damn minutes to do that, considering the fact that he had really just fallen on top of her and probably shouldn’t have been entangled with her. However, it happened and she didn’t really mind. She giggled a few times through it thanks to the sheer…awkwardness of it and quickly tried to hush herself after every little outburst of laughter. She’d hate to wake anyone up at this hour. Unlike how Max had recently done to her…

❧ Once they had everything figured out, Ailyn was still lying beneath Max. Not that she really minded at all, who would be able to mind having Max Green lying on top of them? Certainly no one who was legally sane, that was for sure. And although the blue-haired girl probably wasn’t the most sane person in the world, she was certainly not minding this any bit. She couldn’t imagine anyone that wouldn’t want this boy on top of them and this close to them. So what if he smelled like booze? She probably did, too. Not a big deal, honestly. “You’re really pretty you know that?" the boy informed her, making a blush creep into her cheeks as she smiled shyly up at him. “Thanks…” she replied, swallowing the butterflies threatening to burst out of her stomach right now. His face dropped lower to hers and those butterflies threatened to run her heart out of business as she swallowed and wondering what he was doing. His breath mingled with hers as he told her she was beautiful when she blushed. Which didn’t help the fact that she was blushing pretty hardcore right now. She smiled in response and was about to open her mouth and tell him something in response to that when she noticed how his eyes gleamed with mischief. She smirked and kept her silence, wondering and anticipating what that gleam was going to lead to. Sure enough, it lead to Max pressing his lips against hers. She smiled in the kiss, letting her eyes close as her heart stopped and thundered back into life. Excited, she kissed him back and managed to, one way or another, get her arms around his neck. One hand found his jaw line, holding him to her as long as she possibly could. One thing was for certain. Kissing Maxwell Green was definitely the best thing on the face of the planet at this point.

❧ Of course, Max was the one to pull away and end the kiss. It figured. Ailyn would have been really quite content with keeping that kiss and not having it ever end. But all good things must come to an end, she supposed. She sighed and loosened her grip on the boy, smiling at him as she let her eyes open slowly. “I’m sorry. But I don’t have a death wish, baby doll,” he informed her with a kiss on the cheek. Her lips still tingled with the remembrance of that kiss, craving another as he left her with only on on the cheek. Damn him... Sighing, she nodded and rolled her eyes. “Whatevs. I’ll get over it, I guess…” she joked with him, smirking as she pressed herself into the side of the couch to make room for Max as he made himself comfortable. Once he had, she curled into his chest and smiled to herself. Ailyn found comfort in his arms and not being alone, sure they were both a little drunk. Max more so than herself, but whatever. She definitely liked the bassist when she was not drunk, so it was just a matter of whether he actually felt that way towards her as well. Probably not despite his flirting, but whatever. She’d learned not to trust rock stars with hearts very much but here she was. Pretty much willing to go along with whatever the hell Max wanted to do. Contented, Ailyn fell asleep dead to the world once again a few minutes later.


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❧ However, sleeping in Max's arms was not to stay that way thanks to the annoyances that her cousin brought with him. Why the ******** did he have to be so god damn protective all the god damn time? It made positively no sense what-so-ever to her and here she was, getting woken up by the incessant angry growling that Craig seemed to be making. “Max, Ailyn, what the ******** are you doing!?” he growled. Sighing, Ailyn’s eyes slid open and she felt her smile fall as she peeked her head up over Max’s shoulder. “Well, I was sleeping, Craig. But now you’ve ended that. Thanks, d**k-wad,” the blue-haired girl mumbled, clearly not happy. She wasn’t a very happy person when it came to being woken up by anyone. Sure, she and Craig were pretty much best friends and had grown up together thanks to their large family’s close vicinity to one another’s. However, when it came to getting woken up by him, it wasn’t usually done nicely. The last time she had been woken up by him, it involved him practically throwing his daughter onto her head. Oh yes, she was incredibly happy about that. She didn’t really want to deal with her cousin not liking her liking someone. “Why did you sleep on the ******** couch? You have a ******** bed, Ailyn. You too, Max.” Ailyn rolled her eyes and managed to maneuver around so that she could sit up and glare at her cousin. “Are you my brother, Craig, or my cousin? Because you’re really starting to act like Eric right now. Did you become Eric while you slept or something? What the ******** do you want?” Craig rolled his eyes at her as she climbed over and off the couch. “Can we talk outside, Ailyn?” Rolling her eyes in turn, the blue haired young woman moved over to him, crossing her arms over her chest unhappily. He reached out to grab her hand and take her outside, but she instead dragged him with her towards the kitchen area. He glared at her and muttered unintelligible things under his breath.

❧ "What the hell is your problem, Craig?” she asked under her breath as she crossed her arms over her chest unhappily. She'd really rather not have to deal with getting everyone else involved. Craig seemed to agree as he spoke in the same tone to try to keep the conversation between the two of them despite the fact that it was on a bus full of people. “I don’t want this to turn into another -” A glare sent his way cut him off and the shorter boy quickly shut his mouth. “It won’t turn out like last time, Craig. ******** off, would you? I’m not an idiot and if you’re going to treat my like a ******** child, then maybe I should just go off and live with Leila until she’s over the age of eighteen, too.” With that, Ailyn sighed and shook her head. “Craig, when you calm the ******** down and stop being an over-protective a*****e, let me know. Don’t kill Max or be mad at him, okay? I was the one that didn’t make him go away. I was drunk, okay? And sorry that I didn’t feel like walking into a situation that I could have potentially seen your white a**, okay? I didn‘t know what the ******** was going on back there.” She told him, sighing. He glared at her when she said that she had been drunk. “You got drunk?” he asked a bit louder. “I swear to god, Craig, if you bring any of that under-aged s**t in here, I’m kicking your ******** a**. I’m ********. Perfectly ******** legal. You’re just a stingy b*****d who pmses all the ******** time.” She responded in the same louder tone. A glare and a half later, the girl turned on her heel and descended the stairs, stepping out of the bus and onto the pavement beneath it. Looking over at Alesana’s bus behind them, she saw a girl with multi-colored hair knocking on their bus door. Wow. They already had groupies joining them? What time was it? Like…noon? ********… Running her hand through her hair roughly, she pulled out the pack of smokes that Max had given her last night, pulling a cigarette and placing it between her lips as she lit up. Sighing, she leaned against the bus and was glad that Craig was not coming out to come and berate her anymore. Well, that was a relief.


[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

baby don't t a l k to me
i'm t r y i n g to let go
not loving you is h a r d e r than you know
girl you're d r i v i n g me so crazy



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craig . edward . mabbitt
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sexy singer





☆ Kissing Macy Crawford was, quite literally, the best feeling on the face of the planet. There was absolutely no denying that fact for Craig. “You are…well I don’t think I have a good word for that yet. Incredible…that sounds something close to the word I’m looking for,” she told him. That caused a smile to light up the singer’s face. “Aw, thanks,” he told her cheekily, grinning at her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him when she lay down next to him. He, literally, felt on top of the world right now. Nothing would ever beat feeling this way. Ever. He never, ever wanted this moment to end. With a sigh, he continued to smile as he held Macy to him. She moved to kiss his cheek and his heart continued to race inside his chest. Honestly, it was like trying to chase after a cheetah, his heart being the cheetah. He didn’t think he’d ever catch up with it, but that would be okay with him, honestly. “I’m thinking that it’s about time that we get some sleep.” Macy curled into him a little more and his grip tightened more around her. He kissed her forehead quietly before she began to pull away from him. He whimpered in protest, frowning and furrowing his brows at her. “I’ll be right back.” Craig was informed and he continued to frown as she rolled out of his bed. “No!” he whined, dragging out the ‘o’ on the word. Too late, she’d already left him. Damn it all… Now he felt all alone and s**t. It wasn’t as warm in his bunk without Macy there. Sighing, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the top of his bunk where he’d hung a picture of his daughter. Oh s**t. He never called her. Damn it…

☆ He’d have to do it when he woke up or something like that. Damn Ailyn for not reminding him to do so… Speaking of his cousin, he began to wonder briefly what the hell that cousin of his was up to. She was somewhere around the bus, obviously, but he had no idea where or what she was doing. Hmm… His thoughts were ceased before they could go into too much further inquisition over his cousin by Macy crawling back into bed and back into his side. He grinned at her, moving to kiss her head as she lay it on his shoulder. Once again, his arms wrapped tightly around her and held her to him. “Talk to you in the morning, Craig,” she said. Her voice music to his ears. He smiled and nuzzled the top of her head, smiling to himself as he let his eyes close. Alright, so he was tired. It had been a long day and here he was, falling asleep with Macy in his arms. “Night, Macy,” he told her before allowing his thoughts to slow as he allowed himself to fully drift into unconsciousness.


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☆ Sleep was interrupted by voices. Voices that he didn’t really want to have interrupting his sleep right now. He was comfortable and he was really enjoying being able to sleep to his heart’s content. Mostly because he hadn’t slept all that great the night before and now that he was having the chance, people interrupting his sleep was definitely not something that he wanted to have happening. But Macy’s voice soon joined in there and he felt her move away from him. Frowning, he cracked open one of his lids, glaring at the perpetrator that was getting Macy to move away from him. He had been comfortable and more content than ever before with Macy sleeping with him. In the not sexual sense of the phrase, that is. “..Max, he’s currently on the couch between Ailyn’s legs.” Laughter followed the sound of Jack’s voice and Craig furrowed his brow slightly. When Macy looked back at him, he shut his eyes and resumed looking like he was sleeping. Though he was still very much listening to the conversation around him. Macy said something about the band not killing each other and he almost smirked at that. It wasn’t that he would kill Max. He’d just...have a few choice words with the both of them. It wasn’t like he cared what they did, his best friend and cousin. They could do whatever the ******** they wanted as long as neither of them wound up hurt in the end. It was just the fact that he was protective as hell to the ones that he loved, that he didn’t want either of them to wind up hurt. Not that he thought something like that, but he was just going to be taking a few precautions by having said choice words with the both of them. “I’m not joking, Mace, you should go look at them.”

☆ With that, Macy left the bunk fully and Craig chose that moment to ninja out of his bunk and into the living room area before she had the chance to stop him. He stopped in the middle of the living room, staring down at his cousin cuddled into the bassist with her leg draped over his hips. Sighing, Craig frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Max, Ailyn, what the ******** are you doing!?” he growled. His protective nature was stepping in and shoving away his mindset of “let’s handle this calmly and logically. Ailyn peeked her head over Max’s shoulder and met his gaze with a glare. Alright, so he probably shouldn’t have woken her up, especially since she was actually sleeping for once. “Well I was sleeping, Craig. But now you’ve ended that. Thanks, d**k-wad,” she mumbled back at him. He cleared his throat as she continued to glare at him. “Why did you sleep on the ******** couch? You have a ******** bed, Ailyn. You too, Max,” Craig countered, raising a brow beneath his mess of black hair. He’d need to go into the bathroom later and fix that. She, somehow, managed to sit up and glare at him some more, rolling her eyes for good measure just for their stand off. Or…well, it was more of a sit-and-stand off, but whatever. It was a stand-off all the same. One that Craig was not confident in winning right now… “Are you my brother, Craig, or my cousin? Because you’re really starting to act like Eric right now. Did you become Eric while you slept or something? What the ******** do you want?” Ooo…ouch. She’d just compared him, Craig Mabbitt, to her oldest brother, Eric. Who was a really quite large douche bag and, honestly, not at all like the singer. He frowned at her and rolled her eyes. Why she had to be such a childish b***h in the mornings, he had no idea. Then again, he did kind of deserve that…he had woken her up, after all… “Can we talk outside, Ailyn?” he asked, hoping that by some saving grace she’d agree and get off the bus with him. He really did not want to have to have this conversation with her while Max was still on the couch or while everyone else was still on the bus. It was just, quite simply, not something that he wanted to do in the least.

☆ Instead, when he went to grab for her hand and drag her outside with him, she dragged him towards the kitchen. He glared at her and muttered various curses under his breath that he’d probably end up getting smacked for if she could have understood what the hell it was that he was saying. “What the hell is your problem, Craig?” she hissed when she’d dropped his hand and, again, had her arms crossed over her chest. He sighed, unfolding his arms and running a hand through his hair. Why the hell were they having this conversation on the bus? Damn her… Well, might as well come out with it now, there’s no going back from this point. “I don’t want this to turn into another -” Before he could finish that thought about this situation with Max turning into another Shawn situation, she glared at him. If looks could kill, that one would definitely have slaughtered him whole heartedly. He shut his mouth quickly, knowing now that was definitely not the best way to start off the conversation. “It won’t turn out like last time, Craig. ******** off, would you? I’m not an idiot and if you’re going treat me like a ******** child, then maybe I should go off an live with Leila until she’s over the age of eighteen, too,” she told him. Craig winced slightly at that. Alright, so he was overreacting just a bit. “Craig, when you calm the ******** down and stop being an over-protective a*****e, let me know. Don’t kill Max or be mad at him, okay? I was the one that didn’t make him go away. I was drunk, okay? And sorry that I didn’t feel like walking into a situation that I could have potentially seen your white a**, okay? I didn’t know what the ******** was going on back there,” his cousin finally stopped speaking after a sigh and something hit Craig like a brick wall. His eyes narrowed as he glared at her slightly. “You got drunk?” he asked, frowning as his voice raised a bit. It wasn’t that he cared about her drinking. But when she was drunk, Ailyn…never really made the best choices. Which was why he’d been denying her the Jager last night before he went to bed. Then again, he should have known that he couldn’t keep it away from her… She’d make her own decisions, like she’d just finished pointing out to him.

☆ Craig frowned at her when she called him a stingy b*****d. “Sorry if protecting you makes me a stingy b*****d, Ai. Totally my fault. Sorry,” he told her in an annoyed sarcastic tone. She just glared at him before shoving past him and walking off of the bus. He sighed, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner before he turned around to Max. Sighing, he walked over to where his friend still was on the couch and looked down at him. “Just don’t do anything to ******** each other up, okay?” the singer asked his friend before turning on his heel and making his way back to steal the bathroom before anyone else could. Today was going to be another long day, he could already tell…


[ for make me feel alive with A-Jinxed-Kid ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

sitting in this room playing r u s s i a n roulette
finger on the t r i g g e r to my dear juliet
out from the window see her b a c k d r o p silhouette
this blood on my hands is s o m e t h i n g i cannot forget



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lily . noelle . blair
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miss alibis





❧ Unlike the majority of people her age, there was no sleeping in for one particular eighteen year old. No, in fact, she had been up since the a** crack of dawn because of her horrid sleeping schedule and slight insomnia. Yes, she had insomnia. Lots of people did, it wasn’t really anything new or anything like that. Just because she couldn’t sleep for s**t didn’t mean that she was psychotic. Quite the opposite, actually. She was really a sweet girl, when it got down to it. And you pushed past the protective and sarcastic exterior of the pretty little thing. So, instead of sleeping like any normal human teenaged being would be, she was lying in the middle of the floor of her room and staring up at the ceiling as she stretched her arms overhead and had her legs folded in the “lotus” yoga position. One leg folded around the other in what young children often called “Indian style.” Yes, she was doing yoga. She had been for the last hour and was hoping to spend the next, at least, half hour doing so. However, that was not to be as the house slowly woke up around her. Damn it all. There went her peace for the rest of the week… “Lily! Lily get up!” her younger brothers cried from the other side of the door. She sighed as they burst into her bedroom uninvited. This is why she had asked for a lock on her doorknob multiple times. However, that b***h of a step mother was, more than likely, never going to do that for her. So there went that option pretty quickly. “Lily! What the hell are you doing on the floor!?” One of the eleven year olds asked, frowning at her as he set his hands on his hips. With a sigh, Lily sat up and unfolded her legs, turning to face her younger twin brothers. “Well, I was trying to relax. What do you want?” she asked, sighing as she ran a hand lazily through her messy reddish hair. “Weirdo,” Aaron told her while Andrew snickered at her. Oh how she disliked having to claim blood-relations with those two brats. “Mom wants to know when you’re going to do the dishes,” Aaron added with a nod. Sighing, Lily lay back onto her floor, throwing her arms up over head. “I’ll do them in a few minutes. Leave me alone, would you, please? I need to get changed and take a shower and do my hair and stuff.”

❧ With that, the twins skipped out of her room and left her alone once again. Her hands found their way to rub at her eyes. Great. Barely the start of the day and she was already getting s**t for not having the house spotless yet for Madame Gold Digger. [******** me…” she muttered under her breath before rolling over onto her stomach and, from there, pushing herself up her knees before standing fully. She grabbed a quick change of clothes, ignoring the black button up shirt lying in the corner of her room that belonged to her ex-boyfriend. That relationship had been…interesting, to say the least. She was happy in it, for the most part, but for one reason or another, he wasn’t. She’d gotten a bunch of s**t for breaking up with him from everyone but her best friend, Ray. It was nice knowing that there was at least one person out there who didn’t absolutely hate her. Very reassuring, that. Kind of… And besides, those assholes that gave her s**t didn’t even understand the reasoning behind her leaving him. He was a cheating b*****d, and she knew that. He was too caught up in whatever the hell that little seductress was doing to even really care about their relationship. So. Why be with someone that cheats when you know they do that and it’s just causing you pain? That was her logic behind it all, but she wasn’t about to go around announcing to the entire school about that whole situation. Mostly because of the fact that she wasn’t that…well, open, she supposed? Who knew. She wasn’t one for ruining reputations, unlike some people that she knew, that was for sure. And on top of that, she was also blamed for making her best friend break up with his girlfriend. Which was completely untrue, considering the fact that she really had no control over what the hell Braydon did with his life. However, everyone just apparently liked Chloe more than they did Lily. Which was fine, but whatever. She, most certainly, did not cause her best friend to break up with the girl. He did it on his own free will and, again, she didn’t control him. If she did or could, he would not be a drug addict.

❧ With a sigh, the eighteen year old made her way across the hall to the bathroom that she and her younger brothers shared. Which was, honestly, a slight embarrassment. She preferred her privacy and this shared bathroom with two younger boys was not something that she got. She closed the door behind her and flicked the light on before locking the door and stripping from her clothing. It took her about twenty minutes total to complete her shower and another five to get dried off and dressed. She wrapped her long hair up in a towel before walking out of the bathroom with her laundry in hand. She heard the twins running around downstairs, and sighed as she closed her bedroom door behind her. Lily prayed that they didn’t wake up Miranda or her father. Especially not Miranda. It was bad enough that she had already been conscious enough to tell the boys to tell her to wake her a** up and do the dishes. The girl grabbed her phone from off of her bed and clicked the side button to see if she had any new messages. Nope, none yet. With a sigh, she stuffed the piece of technology into the front pocket of her dark denim skinny jeans before making her way back out of her room and over to her bathroom once again. She finished the process of drying her hair so that it wasn’t necessarily dry, but damp. It wasn’t dripping and that was really the only thing that honestly mattered to her at this point. Keeping her hair from leaving a trail of wet down her back was always generally a good thing. She combed through the mess of her wavy chestnut locks, sighing as her stormy blue eyes stared back at her in the mirror. Lily needed to get out of the house today. That was something that she was determined to do. She’d do the dishes quickly and then high-tail it the hell out of there before Miranda could wake up and yell and blame s**t on her. Not something that she wanted to go through today, honestly. Hell, she’d much rather just leave that as far on the backburner as possible of things that she had to experience today. Or ever, for that matter…

❧ Lily applied a thin rim of liner around her eyes before she reached a hand back to scratch at the back of her hair, messing up her hair a bit in the process. And from there, she made her way downstairs and to the kitchen, ignoring the two eleven year olds playing their X-Box in the living room. Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she reached the sink, causing a light sigh to escape her lips as she fished that phone of hers out of her pocket and into her hands. A smile lit up her face, however, when her eyes read the name of who it was from. Ray. Awesome. She quickly accepted it and read through it quickly, smirking as she began typing up a response text to him.


Ray ;;
I have to do the dishes and then I’m free.
Really wanna get out of the house, though.
Any ideas?
;; Lily


❧ Hitting ‘send’, she stuffed the damn thing back into her pocket before she turned back to the sink and began running the water, grabbing the soap, a sponge, and a dirty plate. Great. Back to her life of boring housework. Maybe she’d actually get to have some fun today, though. God, she certainly prayed for that…


[ for the rhythm of life ]