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[xAscoldrainfalls]

You know that in the end,xxxx
→ You're my favorite... xxxxxxxxxxx
I'll relapse again. xxxx
→ You're my favorite... xxxxxxxxxxx
I'm down to my own tricks, xxxx
You're my favorite fix ❤

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His reasoning as to why he was so cold, well, Sami knew that it wasn’t the wizard, but she didn’t want to really know why he was so cold, so that’s why she just went along with what he was saying. Sometimes it’s better if you just let things go and not worry. If something was wrong, she’d sure as hell find out about it sooner or later. His story about the rabid mole men made her chuckle a little bit. The ‘Wizard’ always had different minions out to get either one of them. Where the hell Eurasia was, she had no clue. It was whatever at that point though. His comment about not giving up his best Vans, she had nothing to say about that. He had a zillion pairs of shoes. She did as well, but it made sense that she had so many shoes. Not only was she a female, but she was a fashion designer. It’s just how she worked. No, she didn’t design shoes fashions, that really wasn‘t her thing. She was all about the clothes and whatnot. After she had mentioned the alcohol smell, she probably should have let him finish explaining, but it was quite apparent what he did the night before, but stated before, she wasn’t going to worry about what happened. He was here and he seemed pretty okay. She blurted out that today was his day. It seemed to cut him off of whatever he was going to say. It got quiet and when she finally looked at him, he was smiling.

She thought it was cute as hell. She loved seeing him smile. When he said that he had practice, but he didn’t have to show. She smiled and nodded. He was practicing so much lately. That was the other half of the reason that they didn’t see much of one another ”well, whatever your heart desires is fine with me” She said to him with a smile. This was going to be a good day and Sami was able to feel it deep down in her gut. When he kissed her on the cheek, it was the thing that made her grin stay on her face. When he started to get up though, she was slightly confused. It wasn’t until he was up and then starting to undress that she realized he was going to get in the shower. She pulled his pillow closer to her and then used it and pulled the covers tighter around her. She watched him undress. Him saying that he needed to get the wizard potion off of him and then the wink and kiss on the cheek he gave her, well it made her grin like a little school girl ”I think that would be a wise decision.” When he walked into the bathroom, Sami couldn’t help but to whistle at him. What? She thought her man looked good. As he was taking his shower, Sami took a deep breath and then figured it was time for her to get up from the bed.

She sat up and then swung her legs over the side of the bed then sat there for a second. She rubbed her eyes and didn’t think too much about anything… just the fact that she knew the floor would be cold. Sure enough, when she hopped off the bed and her feet hit the floor, it was just as she predicted. She scurried her way over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of mix-matched socks and put them on as she went to the kitchen. She wasn’t a fan of coffee per se. She lurked in the fridge and found just the thing she was looking for. Orange Juice. She grabbed a coffee cup out of the cabinet and then poured herself a glass. She put the juice back in the fridge and then took a seat on the table. Why she sat on the table and not in a chair was beyond her. It’s just where she sat. Before she knew it, she had taken a sip of her drink and Kevin was on his way into the kitchen. She looked behind her to see him skate around. She didn’t care that he skated in the apartment. Sure, she could have started to make something for breakfast, but honestly, she wasn’t in the mood at the moment. She wasn’t exactly hungry. She really didn’t eat anything in the morning. She really didn’t eat anything until the early afternoon. It just conflicted with her busy schedule.

Yeah, it was odd that Sami was perfectly okay with Kevin skating around in the apartment. Well, people would think she was weird. She didn’t think that it was such a weird thing. He was a skater. That’s what he did for his job. Sami wasn’t exactly a normal person either. She had been living with Kevin long enough to know about some of his more weird habits. His showering with his boxers on was probably the weirdest that she had ever heard, but with due time, she got over it and got used to it. Sometimes if they bathed together, she wore her underwear as well. No, it wasn’t to make fun of him or anything; it was just because she could. Sure, she wouldn’t have ever thought about it without the help of Kevin, but still. Sami hadn’t always been this different. She was never normal, but she wasn’t this different. The longer she dated Kevin and the older she got, the more things she tried. Some she liked and some she didn’t like. When Kevin had asked her out on a no-named basis, which was pretty much the turning point of Sami’s life. Well, one of them. Normally she wouldn’t have said ‘yes’ to anything like that, but she figured that it wouldn’t have hurt… not to mention she had absolutely no love life at that point. Not to mention if things didn’t turn out, well they didn’t turn out. She would get over it and from the looks of it, Kevin would have gotten over it easily as well. Things turned out for the better though. They ended up having one of the strongest relationships out of most of the relationships in the school.

When Kevin went about making his breakfast, Sami thought about what they would do during the day. Sami didn’t really know what to do. It had been forever since she just got to stay home and spend time with her beau. The thought about his practice came to mind and she thought about convincing him to go. She wanted to see him practice. She knew that he was a damn good skater and she hadn’t been able to see him skate and do his tricks in a long time. She hadn’t seen him in his natural habitat… she had to admit, she thought it would be interesting. Just when she went to go and tell him what she was thinking about, his lips were pressed to hers and she kissed him back, of course, but it was when the kiss got deeper she was able to taste the peanut butter. One thing she LOVED was when Kevin kissed her with peanut butter on his breath. When they were in school, he would have had a breakfast similar to this one sometimes and in the mornings when Sami would meet up with him and give him a kiss, she would always be able to tell that he had peanut butter and she absolutely loved it. When the kiss was broken, she couldn’t help but to have a HUGE grin on her face. Who wouldn’t have a grin like that after what happened. Exactly.

When she finally got back on her train of thought after a few seconds, she cleared her throat and spoke ”So I was thinking, you should go to your practice because I haven’t been able to see you and your skating skills in a long time and I would really like to” She said with a smile. She was being completely serious though. She always thought that him shredding like he did was hella attractive. She took another sip of her orange juice and then decided that it was time for her to get ready for the day. She finished off her cup of juice and then hopped off the table and put the cup in the sink ”You think on that idea and we’ll go from there” She said with a smile and then kissed him on the cheek and went to the bedroom. She grabbed up her towel and then stripped down and wrapped herself up in a towel and then went to the bathroom and started the water up. She waited until the shower was a decent temperature and then she hopped in. She used shampoo and conditioner for dyed hair. It didn’t really help THAT much, but it helped it NOT strip the color from her hair. She washed up and was done in about ten minutes.

She went back to their room and then quickly put on some underwear and a bra. She opened one of the dresser drawers and then started to look through the pants that she had. She had a lot of just regular pants that she went out and bought, but any of the designer styles that she had in there were the work of none other than herself. She pulled out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that had embroidery of diamonds going down the back of the leg. Some people might see it as tacky or gaudy, Sami saw it as freaking awesome. Well the way that Sami had put them on there, it just worked. She had a knack for it. She grabbed herself a plain white v-neck. She didn’t put it on for the fact that she didn’t want the color from her wet hair screwing up her shirt. She went to the bathroom and then ran a bush through her layered blue hair and then blow-dried it. When her hair was nice and dry, she put some stuff in it to keep it healthy and then went back to her room an grabbed a pair of sock and her shirt. She started walking back into the kitchen to join Kevin… but stopped at the living room and sat on the couch to put her socks on. She was comfortable right where she was. She let out a deep breath and then just went about yelling through the apartment ”Did you make your mind up about whether you were going to go to practice or not?”

[midgetminion]

Listen, now I'm only gonna break your heart and shatter and spatter it all into little, itty, bitty pieces

Bradley Anderson
★ ★ ★I know you want me baby★ ★★
The Football Star

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Whether or not you get it all together then its finders keepers and losers weepers

Becoming comfortable on the couch didn't take to long for the jock. Just a few seconds of relaxing back with his arms lazily folded as his sights set themselves on the large Tv in front of him. Then again, this was his spot. His frats knew that, and though he couldn't care less who sat in this particular spot when he was around, when he was around, they knew that they needed to move...unless they were passed out, in which then Bradley didn't mind lending them a helping hand to move them. Kinda like right now, though he didn't care to make sure the other got out of the room okay. Sure, he could somewhat watch him stagger out of the living room through his peripheral vision. But now that the other was gone, he was able to watch more of what was currently on the flat screen. Too bad there were only commercials on at the moment. He wasn't even sure what Thomas had been watching before hand, but figured it probably wouldn't suck. He liked, and in a few cases, could tolerate his friends show choices. The guy had taste after all. Bradley just wished that the weightlifter would update his taste when it came to women, since that was something that they obviously didn't see eye to eye with...or get even close.

It definitely was not a secret that Brad didn't view Logan as the ideal girlfriend for anyone- unless it was with another woman. In his opinion, it was just a freak accident in high school that brought her and his best friend together, and figured that Tom was In the jock's opinion, the chick was way too mouthy for his liking, and rough around the edges. Call it sexist, but Bradley Anderson liked his women eye-candy foremost and opinionated on the back-burner. Sure, he loved a girl that complimented him, but he got annoyed when he had to argue with them, like he almost always had to do when he and Logan where in the same room together. It wasn't flat out argument, but more of an casual sardonic conversation or insult battle. Overall, because they both had wit, the end result was always annoying since they wouldn't stop until one of them decided to walk away or change the subject. Last night was only proof of that. Sure, some would argue that his own date was a bit on the clueless side, but she was sexy which made up for it. 'He'd could be doing the same,' he thought to himself glancing over at his friend prior to bringing up the fact that there were tons of sexy girls at last night's party. The worst part was that he doubted Tom was even able to enjoy a real after party. Honestly, it was the other's lost, though Brad did miss having a wingman who didn't mind getting his hands a little dirty.

"I guess it doesn't matter," Bradley sighed looking over at the other. So Thomas was dead-on-target when he said that Brad seriously didn't get it, and that was because he didn't Honestly, he didn't see what the big deal with serious relationships was. Monogamy was for people who couldn't get multiple partners, or were whipped by their partners. Brad didn't consider himself either since he tried not having any serious girlfriends since he and Melody broke things off. "But I never thought you'd be this whipped," he said with a chuckle as he shook his head. Obviously Logan was doing something to other had have thinking she was actually a ten. The only thing he could think of for a guy not leaving a girl was if she was a freak in bed, and frankly, he didn't want to imagine the tomboy naked. Rubbing a hand over his face he tried keeping the mental images from forming. "But you know that if you're still with her at the end of the year, she'll be expecting s**t out of you," he pointed out through a stifled yawn. He just wanted to make sure his buddy knew what he was getting into. He was no stranger to understanding women. After all, you had to know these things if you wanted to get in their head which lead to getting in their pants. The jock just didn't want his friend waiting till it was too late, the time after graduation where the girl would probably be thinking about stuff like the future and getting married and even worse, starting a family. Bradley shuttered at the mere thought, then again, maybe it was just him who was extremely uncomfortable with the thought of permanent futures in relationships. After all, getting his car trashed was enough girl drama for him. "I don't even wanna think about what'd happen if I got sucked into a marriage and was caught cheating," left his lips in the form or a mumble to himself. Yes, he's worked on his sneakiness, but it would probably be inevitable. Then he'd have to make sure he covered himself to make sure he wouldn't be losing half of his belongings. Either way, these were not the kinds of thoughts that he wanted to be having in the morning- or at all for that matter.

The next subject that came up only slightly better since it was something that Tom and him needed to figure out how to fix. "He can't keep dodging it for long," he commented as he brought his feet up to rest on the coffee table, one ankle casually crossed over the other. Blue eyes glance over towards the lifter, however noticed that he was texting, so he didn't press the subject again. He didn't know who the other was messaging, since he had his phone out for some time now, but didn't care to ask. Bradley simply wasn't nosy like that. Instead, he turned his sights back to the television as the feeling of hunger started to settle within his stomach. 'What am I in the mood for...?' he silently inquired as his tongue swiped over his lips to moisten them. Eggs and bacon were sounding good, but Bradley wasn't exactly great in the kitchen. Yes, he could follow directions, but he didn't like some of the guesswork that came with cooking and figured that it as more of a job fitted for a girl, or someone who wasn't him. Now, if it was just mixing something, then the jock didn't mind, plus he had known had to grill since him and his dad use to grill together every summer at cookouts back when he was still in high school. Looking over his shoulder, he peered back towards where the kitchen was located. If he smelt anyone else cooking something, then he'd simply have to do a bit of confiscating.

Grinning to himself at the thought, Brad looked back ahead, though his phone suddenly virbated in his pocket. Reaching his hand in his pocket, he pulled out the hTC touch cell and clicked the green phone button to answer. "Brad sp-" he began, yet cut himself short when he heard the dial tone. Furrowing his brows, he looked a moment longer to see if it'd say he had a new voice mail, but he didn't get one. That was weird. Looking at the number, it didn't ring any bells, so he had no idea that it was from Qwerty Porter. Shrugging it off as a wrong number, he left the phone out so he could fiddle with it out of boredom as his eyes returned to the Tv. Yet it vibrated again. Clicking the green button, he tried answering it, but it was already to the dial tone again. He was tempted to call back since it was typically what he did anytime he got a prank call. Before he could, Tom speaking to himself suddenly grabbed Brad's attention even more. Raising a single brow he couldn't help but wonder what had the other so engulfed into his phone. "What'sup?" he simply asked briefly glancing down at the other's phone before lifting his sights. It wasn't enough to actually read anything, but he could tell that the other was definitely reply to something. "René being a freak again?" he asked since it wasn't odd for the German to do or say something disturbing. He only put emphasis on the other's name since he found it hilarious that he actually had such a gay name to begin with- and he actually thought people would think of him as straight? Psh, yeah right. Just thinking of the craziness that left the other's mouth last night caused him to roll his eyes. Honestly, Kaiser Avenue? When would he learn? 'Probably after he takes the fall for beating the s**t outta the gays,' he thought to himself as a scheming smirk start to surface. It only started to fade when he heard Tom talking to him again. Of course it was about Kaiser. However, the amused look that was playing at the football star's lips dropped all together wen Tom finished his first sentence. Confusion swept over his face as he was try to make sure he was hearing his friend right. But it hadn't ended there.

“But he couldn’t cure your gayness..”

"Are you shittin' me?" he asked, not sure if this was some twisted joke. If it was, then it was in no way funny, especially because this was Kaiser they were talking about. He was about to bring this fact up, since the other seemed like some sort of compulsive liar or something. Yet before he could get another word out, due to still being in shock of what he was hearing, Tom spoke again. This time he was mentioning that Stellena was the one who he had heard this from. "There's no ******** way that Trinity believes that," he said shaking his head, sitting more upright in the sofa as his feet moved back down to rest on the floor. His phone sounded off three short beeps letting him know he had a new text message, but his head wasn't even in the right place to look down to see who it was from. "I mean, I didn't even know Kaiser when we first started screwing around," he said ruffling his hand back over his short, brown hair. The slut should know better than to try and spread something like that around. After all, it wasn't like he was a virgin when he first started creeping around with her behind Melody's back. In fact, Brad recalled losing his virginity during his freshman year of high school. There just had to be a way to shut that German's mouth. If he was telling Trinity this, then who else was hearing the lie? He didn't want to think that anyone would believe it. After all, Brad didn't think he had an ounce of gay in him since homosexuals disgusted him. Besides, women were too desirable for him to suddenly turn queer- and he figured that everyone knew about this.

“God people are stupid..”

"Ya think?" Bradley couldn't help but snap back, clenching his phone in his hand, not realizing that it was chiming again. He hadn't meant to snap at his bud, but the jock was a little on ends right now. He didn't want his reputation to go up in flames because of some delusional foreigner. Standing to his feet, Bradley looked at his phone to see if Trinity had sent him any text messages. He saw two from some unlabeled number, but did notice that he had one from Trinity mixed in there. Clicking into it, he looked to see if had anything to do with the news that he had been hearing about. It didn't, but now he was starting to wonder why hadn't Trinity just told him instead of taking the round-about way of telling Tom. He just didn't get it. Now she was saying that she wanted to talk some time? Well, he definitely wanted to talk to her, which is why he was quick to thumb in a text to the slut. Maybe it would help with clearing some of this mess up.

Yeah, we should talk asap.
But until then you should
keep your sexy self from
spreading stupid s**t so
you don't look like an a**.

The message was meaner than he would usually text someone that he would sleep with, but right now, he was still annoyed, and wanted to make sure she didn't tell anyone else about what she told Tom. Besides, he through in a bit of a compliment so he figured that should help a bit so she wouldn't try doing anything out of spite. After all, Trin was a headstrong girl, but she needed to know that he didn't play around like that. Now Kaiser needed to get the memo. That was why he nodded towards the comment that Kaiser needed to stop putting off showing the band geek and his girlie-boyfriend what they had coming. "They're not the only ones who need sense beat into them today," slipped from Bradley in a low, irritated tone. Bradley seriously didn't like having to dirty his own hands, but part of him was willing to make an exception for Kaiser. Before, he could just shrug off the lies the other would tell because they were obscene, and typically only about the German, but now he had went too far. Bradley Anderson didn't let anyone talk about him like. He was about to call the German, yet saw that he yet another text, and now realized that they were all from the same number. It looked like the number that had hung up on him. This didn't help his mood any, which is why he suddenly read over them all to see why the hell the other was bugging him so much.

It was tagged as "Bobby" which made Bradley's mind instantly shoot to his little brother. Besides, that was what he called him, however his brother was actually labeled as 'knucklehead' just as a joke to the soccer player. Plus, he was doubting that it was his brother since, even though he liked playing Xbox, he wouldn't have a lame tag like that. But what was BBR suppose to mean. The only thing Brad could think of was 'be right back', but that wouldn't make since. The second text was about all of the calls, and then the third was completely unnecessary since the jock had already assumed what the other meant. Now to figure out who this Bobby was. Looking off to the side, he realized that it was the guy from the cafe and the party. So he replied to the gamer

Brad is fine- you're the
guy from the cafe, aren't
you? What makes you think
I'd do you a favor for free?

With that out of the way, he immediately decided that he'd need to get in touch with Kaiser. At least now he had more of an excuse then just so he could be tempted to beat the s**t out of him. "I'll remind him about it," he voiced to Tom as he sent the text off to the foreigner.

We need to talk. But don't forget you date with the bandgeek.

He purposely put date in there, since he knew what the other's mind would jump to. But hopefully he would also get that if he started declining then Brad would figure it would be because of the fact that he had something going on with the gay band member.

If you fall for me I'm not easy to please. I might tear you apart. Told you from the start, I'm only gonna break, break ya, break, break ya heart.

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Now I may not be the worst but the best and you gotta respect my honesty. And I may break your heart, but I don't really think there's anybody's as bomb as me.

[harpooons]

he actually smiled at the plate that was set down in front of him - along with the steaming cup of coffee. This was what he needed. Exactly so, on this dreary morning. He'd had an easier night than some, because he hadn't actually attended that party, but it had still been a little bit of a late one. He was tired as hell, and the trucker-appetite he'd picked up at fourteen hadn't ever left him.

oliver moved the syrup back and forth above the plate above him, holding it completely vertical, so the stuff was coming straight out as fast as possible. Once absolutely slathered in syrup, he dug his fork into one of the sides of a few waffles piled on top of each other, and then closed his lips around it. It was perfectly perfect, and he enjoyed every minute of chewing and swallowing it before shoving another forkful into his mouth. The coffee that followed the waffles down his throat added a strange twist of flavor, and almost immediately he could feel his whole body wake up. He drank it black, of course. There wasn't any other way to drink coffee, in his opinion. It was easier that way, straight to the point, and he didn't get why people ruined it with sugar and milk and flavored - flavored was even worse - cream. He enjoyed the bitterness of it, even though he didn't, really, at the same time. It woke you more than milk with a shot of coffee.

“you seem pretty tired, late night?” Alexis asked, and Oliver scoffed, raising another sip of coffee to his lips. It had been late (and he would have liked to sleep in till noon), but all he'd done was stand in an alley and sell drugs. Not exactly hard work, not exactly dancing the night away.
"You could say that," he answered nonchalantly. Then he yawned, as if his body decided to try and prove the point. Now that he had coffee, though, he wasn't as sleepy, and he could actually focus on more than not falling asleep at the table.

when Chris sat down with himself and Alex, Oliver listened, but was too busy keeping his eyes on his food, and shoving more of it down his throat.
"Wanna grab a smoke after you're done eating? I haven't had one all morning." He asked, and innocently enough, but Oliver peered at him out of the corner of his eye. He faintly recalled - though it had been so long ago - Serena mentioning something or other about Chris and some sort of issue. When he'd asked, she'd refused to say anything and changed the subject, and because Oliver was not a curious person he hadn't pursued any further. Now that it buzzed in his head again, he wondered.

after he finished chewing, he cleared his throat and nodded.
"Sure, why not," Oliver breathed out, catching Alexis look down - texting. Who, he wasn't sure. Wasn't really like he cared, though, honestly. Again: not curious. But he did sort of have a feeling with was Serena, and he did sort of wonder where the hell she was. Usually she made it to their occasional morning gatherings. Maybe - he thought with a laugh, because it was probably true - she'd partied so hard last night it would take a whole full day of recovery. Wasn't like that hadn't happened before.

it was right about then that the door chimed softly, almost timidly, as if it were afraid to disrupt the people eating and talking here. Oliver thought absolutely nothing of it until he saw who it was - but it wasn't that he looked. He didn't need to. The guy plopped right down with all of them, not one single ounce of shyness in him. Oliver raised an eyebrow, and studied him. He had an air of that gogogo! that Oliver hated so much about him. The kind that came from pushy reporters and journalists and... paparazzi? He looked the part, all smiles and politeness even though he was already asking questions and obviously trying to get info on whatever the hell he could get info on. Dismissively, he took a sip of his coffee.

and Oliver had been taking that sip quite peacefully until he heard the guy, Demetrius, or something - Oliver had been zoning out when he said it, speak again.
“Hey weren’t you the one who got into a fight with that other kid.” Nothing about that particularly caught his attention, except for he faintly wondered why Chris had been in a fight, until he heard the words that followed. No, nothing had been wrong about the way he was drinking his coffee until he heard, Justin, right?

then he choked.

no one seemed to notice while he fought to breathe again. He cleared his throat a few more times, and then took another sip of coffee. He ignored Alexis's outburst and, once he was sure he could speak, he did exactly that.
"Justin? Justin Knight? Jesus, I-" cough cough, "I haven't heard that name in awhile. Chris, what the hell were you doing in a fight with Justin?" There was the slightest smirk on his lips. The thought of that guy made him practically laugh. His whole purpose, when he'd slept with Hyori, was to mess both of them up. He'd succeeded brilliantly, too. Oliver hadn't seen neither Justin nor Hyori in a few years, but thinking of all the trouble he'd caused - and God, thinking of Hyori all over him - always made him smile with a sense of pride.

oliver knew perfectly well that if he ever did see Justin again, he'd probably have to run for cover. He sure as hell wasn't going to fight the guy, because one, he'd probably lose and he was completely aware of that fact, and two, he knew he'd lose only because he was far too lazy to actually try. Besides, it was way more fun watching the havoc he'd wreaked from the sidelines, from the shadows, where Justin couldn't, and couldn't ever, touch him. Some might have called him a coward. But he simply enjoyed it better when he hid. If he really needed to, or if he really wanted to, he could put up a pretty damn decent fight. He'd had his fair share of running from cops, of wrestling with muggers or cheaters, and despite the way he laid around and exerted as little as energy as possible, despite the fact he ate like a 500 pound kid on his first day home back from fat camp, he was perfectly in shape. Not as much as some, but it was wrong to deny that he did have muscle.

and he knew there was a good chance he would see Justin Knight again: he was trying to ruin the guy and Hyori for the second time. It had been fun the first time, but now that Hyori was on the rise... if he could get to her, not only would it be like achieving some sort of personal goal, but he had a feeling that it would be even worse for the couple this time around. It wasn't that Oliver was some insane, evil man that loved to break up perfectly happy couples, but Justin had always rubbed him the wrong way and, well - Hyori Xiang. Enough said. He hadn't talked to Shaant about anything in awhile... Well, he'd do that some other time. Maybe tomorrow. When he wasn't so tired, and when he didn't have a plate of waffles to focus on finishing or a best friend to get an answer from.

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[mokiepuppymaster]

QWERTY YESSIREE-BOB PORTER: believes his life is at the Blue Screen of Death
coin_operated_quarter86 just logged in.

WxW

Still Doing that Gamer Thing?

I guess I am. Yep.

Niiice.

Qwerty was cold, he was definitely cold and the more he waited for a reply from Bradley, the colder he felt he was becoming. Perhaps it would just be better if he had simply went and started attempting to walk to GameStop? It just...would take forever. So he started thinking, who else could he possibly ask for a ride? The more he thought the blanker his mind seemed to become. Perhaps it was from the cold? He wasn't sure. He was just about to move and take a seat on the bench, though figured that the more he actually moved, the warmer he would stay. So he started lightly pacing, never once removing his arms from hugging himself. His teeth were chattering, he could see his breath, then again, his coat wasn't new...most likely needed to be replaced. More money that he didn't have. He wondered if he should even go to gamestop and pick up his game anyways if he had so many other things that he could be putting his money towards. After all, he probably should have been thinking about getting a new car. He probably should be focussing on updating his wardrobe so he could look better and could actually hang around people like Bradley Anderson. But gaming was the only escape he had. When he played games, he didn't feel like such a loser. He felt better. He felt he was able to do practically anything. Nothing in life could honestly stop him.

He could be the most popular guy around, the most likeable. Money, gold, points (etc) were easy to obtain through cheats or practically doing nothing but just enjoying yourself. Forming a life for himself was easier to do when he wasn't having to live in reality. But the reality of the situation was that he needed a new job. His plan was to make a fortune off of his new game, but that didn't work out according to plan. So he needed a plan B. He chewed lightly on his lip as he thought deeply about it. Have you ever had that time in your life where you seemed to be at a deadend and the only way you could get over it was by climbing a giant wall. At this point, he was standing at that giant wall, except there were any places he could put his fingers to hoist himself up. His eyes trailed over towards the various people who continued walk downs the sidewalk. He could tell by the way they looked at their watches, they were in a hurry. Probably to get to work or some sort of appointment. Not even on Sundays did New York take a break. Sunday...like pretty much any other day, blended in for him. Was that a bad thing? He wasn't exactly sure.

A sigh left his lips as he moved lean more against the busstop sign. It was ridiculous that the bus wasn't here yet. He was to the point where he was wondering if the bus had broke down. He leaned forward just so he could peer more down the street for any hints of it. He caught sight of the taxis, but knew that he didn't have that kind of money at the moment. Then that's when he saw her sit down on the bench. At first he didn't recognize her. He just thought she was a girl, and like any girl, he fell more silent than he already had been. How can you be more silent than silent? Qwerty was to the point where he was watching his breathing, hoping that it wasn't too loud from how staggered it had been, or his own teeth chattering. So his eyes soon fixed ahead, no matter what he wouldn't look over at her. He wondered if she was looking at him. Would any girl really look at him? He felt the itch to glance over. He wanted to know if she bothered to look at him. He wondered if she instantly judged him like most girls would. He wondered if she instantly knew that he was technically a 'loser'. It was the point where Qwerty had actually started answering to the word, despite how badly it stung.

His own name was taboo to voice. He loved being called Quarter...but until he could figure out a way to restore his reputation, he'd have to continue to go by Bobby, a nickname from his middle name, Yessiree-Bob. Finally he glanced over at her, she had her cellphone out, texting to someone most defintely. How cool, she texted. Though he glanced away so he could peer down at his own phone. He wondered if he should say hi or not. If he said hi, was it better to say 'hi', 'hello', 'hey'? Should he had more words than just a greeting? Should he add a wave? Should he try having a conversation? IF that were the case, then what should they talk about? He wasn't good at this. He honestly wasn't ready, and he knew it. Which brought the urge to sigh jumped up within his throat, but he resisted. If he sighed, he'd bring attention to himself. Sure there was a chance she wouldn't hear it, but what if she did? Swiftly he looked once more to his phone, still no reply.

And just when he was about to put it away, the phone vibrated within his hand. Almost instantly he felt his heart skip a beat as the screen read off: 1 new text message; Brad. Quickly he opened it, so many different possibilities were present. Instantly his mind he actually believed that Brad would have replied saying that he'd be glad to pick him up, and maybe hint towards them actually being friends. Friends, how cool that would have been. Though, when he honestly read it, his optimism started slipping. Sure he was fine to call him Brad, but he didn't remember him. He didn't remember him from the party, or that he had technically shown up. Did he remember the tips and advice that he had offered at the coffeeshop? Was he just that guy? Still, he supposed it made sense. Why should he expect someone like Brad to do anything for him? They weren't friends, they didn't even really know each other, or hang out, or anything of the like. And the depression actually started to settle. Qwerty didn't have a single friend. Not one that he felt he could call upon for assistance...or advice. So he replied:

U calld me Vneck
@ th cafe. Idk,
what do u want me
2do? I dont have
much money...atm.

Bobby
<LEVEL UP>


This time he actually did sigh. Though glanced over towards the girl once more. Then that's when he recognized her. She looked an awfully like the profile picture he had seen online. Okay, so there was this girl he had chatted and played a few games with, but...he wasn't exactly sure. Maybe it wasn't her? Maybe he was wrong? She was bundled after all. So he remained quiet, and looked ahead once more. He opened his mouth as he debated whether or not he should he take a chance and say hello or not. So he took a seat on the bench, and glanced over towards her. "Hi," he spoke up. "It seems like the bus will never show up...huh?" His voice quivered, he felt awkward, he figured he sounded awkward. This is usually when girls ruled him out as being completely undatable. It took everything for him not to mention anything dorky. He honestly hoped she hadn't heard him singing the Pokemon theme from before. "Maybe it had a fatality?" Wait, that wasn't normal. He pretty much wanted to take it back, but resisted, just to not draw attention to it.

It's not like he had the chance anyways, because at that moment a car horn beeped twice, instantly gaining his attention. There was Mercedes. He brought up his hand to wave figuring she'd keep driving, but then her car had stopped at a light, and another car pulled up behind hers. Qwerty debated whether or not to get up and walk over. Maybe she could give him a ride? So he swiftly texted:

Hi. Do u think you
could give me a ride
2 gamestop? or ru
busy?
-.25

ss

You're only a >> LOSER
when the screen reads of >>GAME OVER

[rAinbow-FRO]

╔══════════════╗
christopher ℓ σ и ∂ σ и henderiks
mister • smoker
╚══════════════╝

• oh, kiss me, l i c k your c i g a r e t t e, then k i s s me •

While Oliver and Alexis had the first bits of there breakfast, Chris took out his cellphone, feeling it buzz through his pants. He had hoped it was from Serena, explaining why she was running late, but his hopes were shot down when he saw it wasn't. He didn't mean to be rude about it, but he had just wished it was Serena instead. Cristal was the next best thing he supposed, though he sighed anyways. Still, her text message did make him smile in a way. It bummed him out a bit that he wouldn't see her at lunch, but then it gave him a chance to swing by Serena's later, or something like that. Maybe she was just too hungover to go anywhere. Chris would bring her some breakfast in bed, or lunch in bed. Whatever. Just some sort of chance to see her. Liking his plan, he quickly typed out a reply to Cristal's text.

Sounds perfectly fine to me. As long as I get to see you at some point today(; And 'course I'm comin'! You're going to need some free time after your party for a party of our own;D »»love,Chris.

Seeing that he tagged 'love' again at the end of the text, it made Chris think of Corey for an odd reason. He was always so... sweet to her. He treated her like a goddamn princess and what did he get in return? A baby. It pissed him off. So sure it was partially his fault, and he was pretty positive it was his baby. Oh god, there's going to be a mini Chris walking around soon enough. The thought made him sort of sick. Though he was wondering how she was doing. It wasn't too long that they haven't talked, but still. He decided to send Corey a text as well.

Hey, it's Chris. I just wanted to see how you were, or somethin. I'm actually not really sure what I'm trying to say or get at here. Um, what're you doing today? »»Chris.

Maybe he'd see her today, see how she was actually doing. Chris was sort of worried for her, since she was now a single mom. He was still sort of a good guy, so naturally he was anxious. Plus you couldn't just get over your recent ex in about a night. Chris definitely thought different of her, but the feelings were still there. That attachment. It was odd, and he hated it. He wished he could just be an a** and not care about girls feelings. He could be one. It wouldn't be too hard, right? Just take a look at his buddy Oliver and he'd do fine. He was tempted to chuckle at his own little joke, but decided to keep it in, not wanting to appear as a crazy lunatic or something of the sort.

He was glad that everyone agreed to his mini plan. He chuckled lightly to Alexia's response, glad that they thought the same. Chris desperately needed a smoke. He had run out, though he could have sworn he still had a pack on him. Maybe all the smoke was affecting his brain. He shook his head slightly to himself, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee. He'd just have to wait patiently, which was a virtue he didn't have. Feeling his cellphone go off once again, he thought it was from one of the girls he had texted. Seeing that it was from an unknown number, he frowned, then opened the message. "What the..." [********] He looked at the end of the message, and squinted at the letters. He hated that name. Absolutely hated it. For all he cared that disgusting looking homo could rot in a hole. It'd actually help him sleep a little better at night too. It would do the world a favor to get rid of Kaiser Schroder. His name was the definition of absolute gayness. He could go on about how much he hated his guts, but he was afraid he could fill a whole encyclopedia about it. Unsure whether he should text him back or not, he decided he should after all.

How the ******** did you get my number you f**? Bring it on you Nazi. Let's see you try

Chris didn't really care how the message sounded. He was just sort of pissed off at the moment. Shoving his cellphone back into his pocket, he looked up to see a man approaching them. Looking at him questioningly, not exactly recognizing him. "Yeah I was at a party last night..." Chris said wearily to him, not knowing what this guy wanted. Then the man continued, and things began to click in Chris's brain, what with all the questions and everything. He was obviously just trying to get some information out of him. He was already pissed off, and this guy wasn't help. He especially didn't want to be reminded of the night before. His face was still tender from Justin's blow. He was proud to know that he had given him equal damage, but still. He was pissed off. He could've just easily swung his fist in his face, but he controlled his sudden anger. Still imagining it in his head, Chris stared at 'Demetrius', unsure what to make of his character. Oliver didn't help. Alexia helped in a way.

He wasn't sure whether to chuckle at how Alexia was defending him, or be pissed off at how Oliver was acting. Alexia was a good example of a friend. Oliver was a good example of a douchebag. He had been pissing him off so much lately, he wasn't even sure how they were still 'friends'. "Yeah, Justin ******** Knight," Chris growled at Oliver. Then he said to Alexia, "It's alright Alex," before, looking at Demetrius. "Look, man, I don't know who the hell you are. Obviously you like to stick your nose in other people's businesses, and you're probably on some ********' gossip squad. But all yesterday was us just swinging at each other, nothin' more to it," he said with a cool manner, not wanting to really say what happened. Sure, that's pretty much what happened, but he would just rather leave out the unnecessary words. He ran a hand through his hair, before shaking it to make it go back to its original place.

"It's creepy how you know s**t 'Demetrius'," Chris said bluntly, not mentioning whether it was alright for him to sit down or not. Alexia didn't seem too happy with him, and frankly, he wasn't either. This guy was just plain ole... creepy. Too nosy for his taste. "And what do you mean, two fights?" he inquired, curious enough to ask. He tried to recall if he was in any other fights. The only thing remotely similar to a fight that night was when Serena and Cristal had that dispute, and it wasn't like he was in the fight. His memory was already fuzzy over last night, and he was glad. He didn't really want to remember it, besides the part of him and Cristal... Now that could never get old.

"Ugh, I need a smoke," Chris groaned, checking his friends plates to see how far they had gotten. He glanced at Demetrius, waiting to see if he had any more questions to ask.

• don’t you wanna f e e l my b o n e s on your b o n e s? it's only n a t u r a l •

[mokiepuppymaster]

You say the STRIP'S already rolling :: And the BEDROOM is the set
I hope you know your LINES :: 'cause one TAKE is all we get
you go hit the LIGHTS:: I'll set up the CAMERA
Let's get to the ACTION!!!

STELLENA [[TRINITY]] RIVERA
Jealousy can make a b***h; But haters make me *Famous*.
This Bunny doesn't mind being Tagged 'SluT'

Trinity thought that Kaiser was actually on the humorous side. Truth be told, the girl thought that rumors as a whole were hilarious. Even she had been hit by one, that she survived. STDs, sure at the time she hated it, but after years of doing the things she does, you just learn to brush it off. Honestly, what doesn't kill Trin, truly makes her stronger, bolder, there honestly wasn't a person on earth she felt she honestly feared or felt intimidated by. Still, she had to admit that the fact that Kaiser was able to say all of this without any remorse at all, was the very thing that held her interest, otherwise she would've have called her taxi and left him alone. He went as far as to say that Brad was gayer than Basil and Shay; now that was something Trinity highly doubted, but she listened regardless. Though at that point did get another text message. As Kaiser continued to talk, she looked down at her cellphone, to see it was from Melody. So Kaiser smells like Bradley? Trin glanced over towards the German and then back to her phone. Swiftly she thumbed out a reply to Mercedes:

Who knows. But you
know what they say
about the homophob
type. Idk, maybe you
should ask Kaiser urself?
He seems to like to give
details.
xxxTrinxxx


Just the fact that Kaiser then said that he was the only one who was straight, brought Trin to really look at him in disbelief. Honestly, she doubted that more tahn anything. Kaiser just struck her as being too flamboyant to be straight, but she didn't comment. Instead she got in his car, and instructed him where to drive her. Once the address was pinpointed in the GPS system, she leaned back in the seat. One of her legs crossed over the other, as she looked down at her cellphone once more towards her text from Melody. From the way she talked to her, you wouldn't even know that there was one point of time that she honestly wished that the Queen-Bee would drop dead. Harsh, but that's how Trinity was. Deep down inside, she had hardly any sympathy or regard for others. Deep down inside, she often thought it was her who should have been Queen-Bee, and not just the other way around. Still, she kept it to herself and didn't dwell on it. highschool, was highschool, this was college. Who really went by those titles? It was all about who was the wildest and who knew how to party.

More than a little,
I woke up in a hotel
room full of people.
I wish I had a video.
xxxTrinxxx

When the vehicle stopped at the location, she unlocked the door and stepped out, not bothering to say 'goodbye', 'thanks' or anything along the lines of that. The address she gave him wasn't even her actual one. Simply a road that she knew wouldn't take too long to walk from. Her eyes trailed over towards the yellow sportscar, through the tinted windows she figured the German's eyes were on her. However she looked ahead, symbolizing her disinterest. And his car sped off. She couldn't help it, but there was something about sportscars that actually brought a grin to her lips. She continued walking down the sidewalk. Just everything about her screamed confidence. She took something like a crowded New York sidewalk and strut it as though it were catwalk. He hands were in the pocket of her coat, and her legs were fairly cold, but it didn't mean much to her. It wouldn't be long until she was to her apartment anyways. Her eyes trailed up at the buildings until she spotted her own, and moved up on the front step and entered, and moved up to the floor that her apartment had been on. Where she lived, she felt accomplished its purpose. It was a space she could bring people to, a space to keep her comfortable, and also hold her wardrobe.

The moment she was inside, she closed the door, locked and tossed her purse over onto the little nightstand that held her answer machine. There were always a number of missed calls. Truth was, if he you wanted to get in touch with Trin then you were better off not 'calling' her home phone. She'd ignore it, and hated listening to the messages left behind. It just seemed like a waste of time. If it's that crucial, send it in a text. It was then that she heard her cellphone suddenly chime within her purse. Without a word she moved and drew it out, and looked down at it. Tom. She practically rolled her eyes in anticipation towards what was written. Tom after all was Bradley's bestfriend and homophobic at that. Of course he'd be offended. She figured, but then again, she techncially wanted him to think about her. Even if it's negative, that still meant she came to thought. And who knows, maybe he'd realize how gay it made him look to be with someone like Logan? Maybe he'd see how gay it made him look to resist someone like Trinity Rivera? How masculine he was...just absolutely drove Trin crazy. Then again, personality wise, she wasn't sure if he was as strong. He was controlled...wasn't he? Still, she was surprised at the reply. She honestly rose a brow before texting back:

That was years ago love;
College boys bring it harder
than highschool ones. Then
again, you'd know that wouldn't
you? Then again, w/o your gf
being around for years,
I'm guessing you went dry, didn't
you? I'm just giving you a headsup.
You're welcome by the way.

xxxTrinxxx

Well that was annoying, and yet at the same time, entertaining. Yeah, Kaiser's stories were definitely amusing. Plus, it was fun to see someone else get worked up over something and not her. Though, if it were Melody with the rumor would have been even more hilarious. She moved off to her bathroom, leaving her cellphone on the countertop. The next text she recieved, she didn't bother to look at until after she was fully clean (which mind you was more than a relief). Last night, was ridiculously crazy. But the fact that she ran into Kaiser at all was awkward. He didn't check out and his car was parked there. So did that mean he was with someone? No, Trinity doubted it. He just didn't seem like the type. He liked to make up his own adventures. "The same cologne?" she shook her her head, it was...weird. Was that the word she wanted to use? A bit immature for her liking, but at this point it seemed fitting. Kaiser was...different, and most definitely not her type. She wrapped her towel around her body, and worked on drying her hair. Her cellphone was still flashing showing that she recieved a text message. To look or not to look? A smirk tugged onto her lips, but she picked up the phone regardless. Bradley?

She opened the text and read over it. b]"Aw, he's mad," she chuckled lightly to herself, before running her thumb over the keypad. "What, can't handle someone spreading a lie about you?" she asked lightly. Back then in highschool, Bradley didn't do anything for her when that rumor popped up. Back then it was quite obvious that he was more interested in saving his own skin. He was interested in making sure that he didn't look bad. He didn't know how hard that 'STD' rumor had hit her. A little gay rumor wouldn't do that much damage would it? It shouldn't hurt his pride too much. And it's not like Trinity made it up or anything. No, Kaiser had. Just as it wasn't like she was the one causing it to get out. The way the German was going on, he was going to tell everyone eventually. Still, she replied:

Talk w/ your body,
words waste time. I
know my a** makes you
look Brad, but do we
need insults? Kaiser's
openly told me all of this.
Who knows who he'll tell next.
Then again, I don't /have/ to
warn you. You can find out
later I guess.

xxxSTR


With the text sent she knew she could focus on getting dressed now. It wasn't until she was her room, she found herself looking over the multiple possibilities of what she could wear. Moments like these she found herself hating the winter even more. She preferred to be able to show skin and plenty of it. Regardless she tugged on a pair of skinny jeans that had lines of gold swirls on the butt pockets, as well as a golden belt of circular hoops that circled her hips. She had a pair of stilleto heeled boots to go along with the look; as well as a shirt that dipped in the collar to show off of her cleavage. She sprayed her body in her own choice of perfume that she believed gave off a seductive scent. But of course she didn't plan on staying there long. No, after getting dressed; this included having her hair styled accordingly with the right amount of makeup touched up on her face to highlight her bestfeatures, she left the apartment. Trinity hated cooking. She didn't believe she was capable of really doing much when it came to it, so she relied on either eating out or those instant meals that only took looking at the directions to figure out. For breakfast, she was simply in the mood for paying the coffeeshop a visit. The moment she stepped inside she found herself glancing around at the different people there. The morning crowd was honestly expected.

Still, she moved up to the counter so she go ahead and order her coffee and muffin.

We goin' REWIND :: Go one MORE time
Play back our LOVE :: On the WIDE screen
Baby don't STOP until I say cut :: Camera's off, CAMERA's out
KEEP it rollin' :: No body DOUBLE needed
'cause I do all the STUNTS on my own

✖✖✖✖

[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Princess «« Cristal○Alizé○Hart
{{The FASHION Intern//Focus: Fashion Merchandising, Visual Communications}}

And I've been thinking 'bout how you say my name
You got my body spinning like a hurricane
And it feels like you got me going insane
I can't get enough so let me get it up
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
Ooh, looks like we're alone now
You ain't gotta be scared
We're grown now

««»»

The moment she was in her car, she turned on the radio to see if there was anything good on. There were only a few stations that she would bring herself to listen to. Lately though, a lot of stations have been playing Taylor Swift. Truth be told, Cristal hated Taylor Swift's music. Maybe because all of her songs were about love, a very unrealistic sense of love? It was just like how didn't listen to the Jonas Brothers. In Cristal's opinion the only good Disney Stars to make it big were Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera and Justin Timberlake. Nothing was on. Everything was either severly overplayed to the point where she was sick of it, or Taylor Swift. In the end, she just took out her Britney Spears, Circus CD and slipped it into the drive. Don't get her wrong, Cristal was a britney fan. Though she loved her music more so than the person. Don't get her wrong, she loved Britney, but she wasn't going to go out on a limb to defend her. She didn't worship celebrities like some people. Carefully she pulled the car out of the parking lot, and slipped into the road so she could make her way towards the building of the magazine she worked for had been housed. The sound of pop music was playing loudly from her car. Yeah, today was a Britney day; on her bitchier ones, she'd listen to Girlicious.

Cristal wondered...was she the biggest b***h out of her group? Well, she didn't think she was. Okay, so maybe she was more than Mercedes, but then again, there were times she didn't fully understand Cedie. She brought herself to date someone like Qwerty. Qwerty Porter for crying out loud, the biggest loser around. He wasn't cute. After all, Cristal remembered what he looked like back in highschool. That boy with the big black framed glasses, with mostly red hair, with patches of blond and orange in some places. He reminded her of a puny, scrawny reject from the Musical: Cats. His fashion sense in her opinion was absolutely terrible. Regardless of whether he wore his glasses or not, she didn't think it made a difference. Just as she didn't think he had enough personality to make up for it. Still, being bitchy, she didn't think she could top the level that Trinity and Melody were at...Sure she had technically stole the boyfriend of a pregnant girl, but it just sort of happened, and it felt so...so very right. Screw the thought of karma wanting to pop up. Most likely the dream she had last night was a result of drinking too much alcohol. That had to have been it. Chris was fiiiine. Most likely she could easily ask about what the conversation with the doctor had been. Now, honestly she felt definitely silly for not asking Chris about it.

Look at her, thinking about asking him~. It was almost like they were officially dating or something. It made her wonder if she could honestly call Christopher hers. Well, the way she was acting last night. She possibly was hinting at it. Or at least with that little fight between her and Serena. Was it really a fight though? It was more like, Serena yelling and getting rude with her, and Cristal asking questions. If anything, she felt she possibly proved last night that she wasn't nearly as controlling as Corey. Just as Cristal felt that Chris made the right decision of not being with her anymore. Him, dating Corey, made it sound like he was dating a man. Cristal would have told it to his face too if it came down to it. But there's no denying it, Corey is a boy name. While she was driving, she heard her phone sound its cute little chime, bringing her to tug out her cellphone. She looked down at the text. Cristal had to read it twice to get it. Swiftly she thumbed in the text:

Cedie~
He was hawt. Sad,
right? But it's no
one that u or i know.
I don't need a website.
That...would be terrible,
if the person they were
destined to be with, died...
let's tlk about something
else?

Wants2ThinkHappyThoughts; Ali

No. Whatever happened she was not going to let her mood be brought down. She was happy, everything was playing out the way it should. He lived with her, she had her friends, and she was thin and wealthy. What more could she want? For once she was really happy. She wasn't with someone who made her feel terrible about herself...like Oliver. Why was she thinking about him? She had no idea, but whatever the reason she had to stop. She pulled into the parking lot of her job, knowing all she had to do was run in there and see what her boss wanted, do it, and leave. It was that easy. After the car turned off, her phone chimed. She drew out her cellphone and looked at her message from Melody. So Melody had been making changes with her photoshoot? Which meant that her shoot was going to possibly end later than Cristal originally anticipated. Might end around one? Now Cristal was wondering if she was better off having lunch with Chris and just hooking up with Melody afterwards? No...that's too complicating. It was needless to reply to. It was like one of those understood okay sort of things. But then again, what if Mel was waiting for that text? That 'okay'. So replied:

Mel <3

That totally
okay w/ me.

Can'tWait2SeeU;; Ali

She didn't even have enough time to lock up her car before she recieved another text. Though this time from Chris. Was it bad that her heart fluttered at the sight of his name appearing on the screen. When he was involved, it was like highschool all over again for her. But more. Or maybe it was just that Cristal could easily fall hard for people? Just like...with Chris. "Dammit," she instantly cursed just at the thought of Oliver popping up in her mind again. why did she have to think about him? At least Chris's text message just sort of was a cure. He just wanted to see her, and was coming to her party. She hugged her cellphone and spun in a circle, but soon stopped. That...couldn't have looked too mature. If anything she learned, if you wanted to keep a man or any form of respect, then you had to be mature. Being mature was what had earned her that little 'love' tag at the end. "He loves me," she mused to herself. Well, she figured; but it was good to know that he wasn't lying before. Even though she thought he was lying last night, when it came to him trying to leave without dancing with her. But that was Justin's fault. If anything he should apologize for even thinking about punching Chris.

Chris;

That made my day &&
i'm glad we're on the
same page w/ the after
party. lol. In general,
i've been thinking about
you all day~. What are u
doing right now?

((editing skellie))

««»»

You got me hypnotized, I never felt this way
You got my heart beating like an 808. Can you rise to the occasion?
I'm patiently waiting, cause it's getting late
And I can't get enough, so let me get it up
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
I'm a hit defrost on you, Let's get it blazin'
We can turn the heat up if you wanna
Turn the lights down low if you wanna

So○Are○You »» WARMING «« Up○Yet

[rajio_obake]

Shaant Penningway Owens

Situations are i r r e l e v a n t now.
She loves the xxxxxxway that I tease,
I love the way that she breathes

I touched her ooh, she touched my ahhh, it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who hate to love because they're just like me.

The dark eyed male was excited and enthralled with his life. For one it meant he was closer to having laid every, single, person, on the face of the Earth worth ********... Everyone else? Psshh who cares about them! Now the Rockstart loved to brag, he'd do so to the tabliods sometimes just for the shits and giggles, so he didn’t feel any shame in saying that he was brought up in more than privileged household. The only thing that the pompous singer/guitarist detested were teases and cockblockers. How was he supposed to complete this goal of his if people blocked him from the very access he needed to do so? Did they not understand this was not only a personal record but a world record worth beating. Think... If you were in the Guiness Book of world records for the amount of bodies you banged in your life. That's something your kids would HAVE to be proud off. And he may've already been a baby daddy, but Shaant didn't know where his loins were so whatever. It's not like he's going on Mtv anytime soon. Back when he was younger he lost track of not only bodies, but his money too. In his younger teen years the money was his father’s, yet the old man didn’t know how to use. Shaant's credit card bills may be that on the estranged side to his father’s standards but back in the day before his father started caring more and more aboutthe image of their family. Shaant knew his Dad had bought a few wacky things off the web too. Sure Tyler might’ve spent over a few hundred on condoms but they were necessary… Half of the time, the other half he hardly ever cared to dig the thing out of his back pocket. It wasn’t like his Dad cared when he first became a teenager, heck; he gave Tyler condoms when he came home with a girlfriend, sometimes a boyfriend if they could play a convincing woman. He was the guy with multiple dates and he would forget who it was he was dating.

But dating was never really his thing. Love didn’t really exist for him. His Father and Mother bought it and patched it together to make it work for the public eye. Shaant had even bought it, not permanently like some people with their mail order brides, though he had bought prostitutes for a night or two. What was ‘Love’? Supposedly it was what his Father and Mother once had. Once. And they gained it back after winning. To lose love when your poor and to gain it when your on top? Was there some hidden logic in this that Shaant was missing. Was it why he didn't want to be tied down to anyone? Sure it was almost forced on him because he didn't fit his family's business image.. There had to have been some reasoning that caused Shaant to miss this logic entirely. He had grown up with both parents, yes. But they were rich and he didn't grow up with his parents all that much unless they took him out to a red carpet event, like the one he met Jane at. Shaant never grew up with a Mother or Father figure, a Nanny figure yes, but she wasn’t the greatest maternal/paternal figure he could’ve asked for. She hardly paid attention to him. When he went outside he would play with a stray cat. Nothing was wrong with that most kids like to play with animals. Though one day while outside he heard a loud shrill, being four at the time, he ran out of the living room to see what was going on. That’s when he witnessed sex for the first time. It took the Nanny another half an hour to figure out that the soon-to-be Rockstar was no longer in the house. He was sitting in the backyard merely watching, at this moment, ‘curiosity looked like it ******** the cat.’ She shooed the stray cats out of the yard. Yet it was too late his mind was lost in thoughts which others his age wouldn’t even begin to comprehend.

It wasn’t till eight years later that he would experience a variation of what the cats in the backyard experienced. He had gotten a girlfriend. She was thirteen he was twelve. A school yard crush. Saying if he went to school. He met this girl at an interview and well they just seemed to have that little click moment with eachother. His Father was off on a business trip; his mother was helping raise little kids in Africa instead of her own, and when he turned ten the nanny was fired because his family said she was a waste of money if Shaant could just watch himself for free instead. Well his girlfriend had read an issue of her mother’s ‘Cosmopolitan’ and he had found his Father’s stash of ‘80s playboys which also included some tapes; He made sure to always put them back the way he found them. No sense in getting caught too soon into the act. After all where was the thrill of something without hte possibility of being caught. So was it really so wrong of him to suggest that they try what few people their age couldn’t attain yet? He didn’t think so, but then again he didn’t think of it as a loving act like she had. Tyler merely thought of it as something to do to pass the time. Maybe that was his tragic flaw? It maybe and yet still doesn’t seem that way to him. That night, and the nights there after, were the closet he got to feeling connected to someone, and though they preferred to feel mentally connected he just enjoyed it physically.

After that Shaant learned he couldn't go without that feeling. It had started as a sort of lust. One that he couldn't describe. All he knew was that every time he did it they always claimed they felt something, like a bond to him. The recently ex-virgins were usually the ones who said that most, followed by everyone who thought they weren't worth his time. Then there were ones that were just there for the money and since hookers don't take credit or debit there was no way to trace the money back to him. Sure there were fingerprints, but whose to say they were recent? Or made when he was making a transaction.. For all anyone knew he could've bought CDs with that money and they just happened to get the same dollars after him. Maybe it was Shaant's need to feel what the fans claimed they felt that kept him doing it. Kept him up late during nine in the afternoon sleeping to his heart’s content, Shaant never believed a word of what they said. How could you love someone you barely know? What Shaant did know was that his lust turned was just that a lust and nothing more. Nothing less. Today was going to be a basic day for the rocker. Partying was always fun and hey he needed a get off sooner or later and well with Trin or whoever booty call willing to respond he was still in the hotel room chilling with the still partially groggy bodies of the night before. A sure sign of a good time. Checking his phone he found a message from Trin and he couldn't help but have a devilish look in his eyes as he thumbed a response to the Slut.

Well there’s always the good old fashion
interwebz.. but where would the profit be in
that except selling it to a pricey porn site.
If you were getting warmed up I can’t wait
to see how you play the game. Anywhere
you have in mind. We could do it in the
streets for all I care.

A long message was from someone he's known since he was about six or seven he got to meet her. At the time for a little kid she was one of his favorite actresses. Jane Burke was her name and they met because both their sets of parents thought that it would be good for them. Know someone their own age in the big Hollywood world. At the time Shaant still had pretty hair, a little longer than it was now, he didn’t have any piercings or tattoos, and he still had the brown eyes. He had been wearing a suit at the premiere because of his parents. And seeing a little kid in one is quite adorable even if the child was Shaant. He had run up to Jane after first being introduced and said, in a voice with a lisp only a little kid can have. “I taught you ‘re funny.” He couldn’t really remember the movie. But if he watched the first five minutes he could tell you it all by heart. He knew it was a family movie and that was mostly what she stared in. And this was why; again, Shaant could not ever see himself trying to date her. He’d get her into parties and clubs sure. But he wouldn’t stay with her… At least not until it was time to go home, but even then he hardly stayed with her. Take last night for example. Shaant assumed her and Justin hit it off without a hitch and didn't wait to see how it would all play out and it turns out this flick was a flop in the threatres as he let out a sigh before respondinging to the long text from the former child star.

Trust me Brain... I did! >D
]; that sucks arse though? do you
think if I paid him... >P it’s not your
fault he doesn’t have good taste.
Everyone knows what they say ‘bout
dem azns.. or is it just the guys? >.>
hehe, Hmmm... well I can try and see
if my director could give you a gig..
but you’d have to bare all and you’ve
already told me you have too much class.
******** that is...

Shaant let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, it was true bros come before hoes. And even if she was neither a bro or hoe she fell into the category of being a ‘bro’ and thus why depending on when she wanted to meet up with him he might have to postpone his play time with Trinity. It was just one of those things that he didn't want to do but if he had to well.. HAH this was Shaant! He could find a way to be in two places at once or to smudge the lines and figure a way with playing both sides of the court and walking away with two trophies. It could be done if he was any proof of that.

Ughhhh..... Well I can try, it’s quite
hard as you know to forget where you
stand in the world. But I’ll come drive
by your place and pick you up. We’ll
go out and then I’ll drop you back off
just in time for classes ;P which you
seriously don’t need but... MEH!! See
you soon.
-Pinky;Narf

I know you love to resist
and all it takes is a kiss and you just love to hate me.
You know you love all the lies
so don't act surprised that I just love to hate you.

[streamline_queen]

c o l e b r o o k s

just leave with me now, say the word and we'll go
i'll be your teacher, i'll show you the ropes

There had to be a certain ring in hell for people who never had hangovers. Everyone had a friend like that. The one that would get blackout drunk, that would never remember the night before. The one that, irrevocably, woke up the next morning feeling absolutely nothing (except for, possibly, carpet burn). For sure, Cole Brooks was not that person. If anything confirmed that fact, it was the way his head was pounding and just how much his body ached. Remembering last night would take a while; By his estimation it could be weeks, months, possibly never. Even though the night hadn't been quite as crazy as it potentially could have been, it was enough for him to wake up feeling good about himself. Though he obviously was unaware of why he felt so happy, he knew that he was and, well, that was that. It was irrelevant why his night had been so good. He was sore, naturally, but he usually was after he drank anyway. To be honest though, he was sure he'd done something stupid that he'd hear about later. If he hadn't, that was all the better. He'd never been one to let trivial things bother him, but it seemed as though it had been forever since he'd last drank like that. Despite his insane productivity partying in high school, college hadn't quite been the endless fountain he'd always heard about. In fact, he seemed to have been hitting something of a dry period until last night. Naturally it was all made up for in its own special way, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't be drinking again any time soon. He wasn't sixteen anymore, after all.

Twenty-two years of life and he was fairly sure that he was burnt out on waking up without clothes someplace he didn't recognize (it had happened enough times before). He had woken up in gutters, ditches, empty buildings, the works. He'd slept in his own vomit, other peoples', and in other indiscriminate liquids. It wasn't a lifestyle he necessarily regarded as reasonable, but it was fun and that, essentially, was what mattered to him. He'd grow out of it eventually. Apparently he was already doing better seeing as, this time, he was lucky enough to wake up in his own apartment, he was in his underwear, and was feeling even better that he hadn't choked on his vomit in the middle of the night. Instead, he'd thrown up over the side of the bed, a tidbit he hadn't bothered to file away in his alcohol-addled brain at the time. So when he couldn't find his cigarettes on his side table, he swung his legs out of bed only to find his feet engulfed in the contents of yesterdays meager dinner.

[******** ..." somehow, the curse sounded half-hearted, even to his own ears. Probably had something to do with his massive hangover. Gingerly, he stepped out of the puddle, lifting his upper lip in a vague snarl at his own stupidity. This was a perfect beginning to the day ... or the afternoon. One glance at the clock told him that most of the day was already over, yet he was just waking up to his own vomit all over his foot and carpet. Thoughtlessly dragging himself to the bathroom, he trailed the mess with him, only to notice and give a more enthusiastic rendition of his brief curse. Stripping down to nothing, which only concluded in the loss of his underwear, he stepped into the shower, waking himself up sufficiently with a blast of cold water to the face. It was a decent wake-up call that occasionally made him wonder if he partied too excessively sometimes. Taking merely minutes to wash himself, he stepped out of the shower, only to re-realize the vomit on his floor. Groaning, he avoided it so he could throw on a pair of clean underwear and jeans, then set to work spraying chemicals onto his carpet to, hopefully, pull out the potential stains. Fifteen paper towels later, he found himself ready to toss a towel on it and let it sit until he felt like dealing with it, but continued on, until he felt it was all right. Or at least recognized that his one bedroom, one bath apartment wouldn't smell like yesterdays fast food. Unaffected, he disposed of the offending materials down the toilet. In retrospect, he realized it probably wasn't the best method of disposal, but what was done was done, and he needed his morning cigarette desperately.

Opening the single window there, he absentmindedly packed his cigarettes before opening them, pulling one out and sliding it between his lips. He lit the end and inhaled deeply. For being so bad for his health, they sure did taste good. Kind of in the same category as french fries, but more necessary. Watching people on the street pass by, he went through three cigarettes before the decision to get completely ready became a thought. Exhaling sharply managed to expel some more smoke into the air before he closed his window, put a shirt on, and went to go do something for the day. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the name Qwerty kept coming to mind, which he dismissed without much more thought. It would be ignorant to say that the young brunette wasn't somewhat vapid, though he didn't find it extremely important. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced up at his signed picture of Betty Page and grinned, her signature decades old on the photograph, a testament to his once unmarried grandfather's libido. Sometimes little occurrences like that were enough to jumpstart his day. Often, they were only thoughts or memories, but he was done in by the small things in life. He always had been. Sighing softly, he blew her a kiss and walked over to his closet, opening the door and scrunching his nose as he looked through potential clothing. He didn't have anything, did he? Though he had an admirable accumulation of name-brand clothing, he had a talent for dismissing everything after he'd worn it twice, and was at that crossroad at that very moment. Spoiled rich boy was a phrase most used, not that he especially cared, and he picked out something vague. A light grey button-up shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up so that they only covered three-quarters of his arms and a black v-neck to go underneath. He pulled the shirt over his head and slid on the other, buttoning it a couple of times before nixing it all together. Tossing it back into his closet, he looked himself over in the full-length mirror that hung in his closet door. There was no way he could say that he looked anything but incredible. Not that he was arrogant or anything. But then it occurred to him, the Qwerty thought had pertained to his phone. After all, he had a full keyboard (called Qwerty ... right) which meant that maybe he had a missed call? Still in some sort of daze, he pulled out his phone to realize that he had zero missed calls and the same amount of texts. Sighing softly, it hit him for sure. His cousin. Qwerty. The little geeky one with the stupid name that he was oh-so-loyal to. He was going to man him up today, wasn't he? Or at least ... attempt. That was all he really could do, he supposed. Flipping up the screen to reveal the keyboard, he selected his cousin's name and typed out:

Hey kid,
were we supposed to do something today?
can't say I really remember

Pressing the send button, he could see the one message in his inbox from him to Qwerty. At least he'd managed to get something done this morning, well, afternoon. Maybe things would be best done in series of two, because texting Kaiser didn't seem like a bad idea either. Sure the foreign kid was a bit weird and one could say that his voice was annoying as hell, but he was nice. Either way, regardless of his stupid accent, Cole liked him. He certainly hadn't made enemies with him by relentlessly teasing poor Qwerty (who got enough s**t from Brad and Thomas as it was) without Kaiser to get involved. It was common knowledge that Cole didn't think highly of the two jocks, but he was nice enough to them in public. After all, status was a touchy thing. Though he had no problems talking to people of a "different clique," there was still that high school pressure to be what he had been. In a different sort of way, he fit that whole jock ideal. His pretty boy features only accentuated that further.

Kaiser
what are you doing?
I need something to occupy my time today

Sending the message, he sighed softly before deciding that it was probably best to drag himself out of the house. Getting something to eat wasn't sounding too bad. If one were to consider his pathetic lack of skills in cooking, it would be telltale as to why he relied on fast food to give him a decent meal. Some people would say this meant he needed one of two things: cooking classes or a good female in his life. He wouldn't exactly disagree with either. So he slid his feet into a pair of black and white Van, laced them up, and went to grab his keys off of his bedside table, only to realize that they too were missing. Groaning again, he went to work looking for them. They were important, after all. His key ring contained keys to his apartment, car, and various other places. Thankfully, he'd dropped them a little past his table so they sat unharmed on the floor. He bent to pick them up, then left, locking the door behind him. As of now, he'd go to Starbucks to kill some time and get something in his empty stomach before his day really started.

[Demophon]

[********]

There’s always that sick feeling, when you know you’ve done something really stupid. But at that point, you can’t figure out what it was. Serena Mikel Castor woke to that feeling, of course, at the time it was masked by the unimaginable urge to remove all contents of her stomach into the toilet. It was strange how while seated next to the toilet, she found herself not worrying about how her hair was, or what she wore, or whether there was vomit in her hair. At that moment, all she cared about was whether it was a good idea to move. Her hand rubbed the side of her face to remove the feeling of dizziness and the pain it was drenched in. A short moan came from her lips as she gripped the edge of the bath tub and pushed herself up as slow as she could.

She waited for her body to adjust to the height, when did standing up make her feel so sick? How she had gotten in the bathroom was a good question, but neither important or worth the effort. She felt old. She was sure when she was in high school she could hold that amount of liquor and drugs, easy. A short stumble forward and she managed to find herself in the bathroom doorway. She could hear her phone singing away somewhere but for some reason, she didn’t care what it was. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep this off. Just a few more hours couldn’t hurt. Really. She thought it would be best. A glance at the clock made Serena feel her eyesight blur. ’Was that 18:73?’ In truth, Serena, just decided it must be and fumbled her way to her bedroom. She curled up at the end of her bed and pulled the covers roughly over herself. Amazingly comfortable.

- - -

The sound of her phone ringing once more make her wake, did people have something against letting her sleep off the night before? It was mean and Serena grudgingly pulled her blankets tight around her body and heaved herself off the bed. It was so much heavier with the blanket. But warmth overruled in this scenario. A yawn came from her lips as she sleepily walked around her apartment, the large blanket hung around her and her eyes half closed. When the music got louder, she became more annoyed. It was so freaking loud! The culprit was found under the couch, vibrating and singing alone. As Serena rubbed her eye, she tried to read the words on her phone. “Three messages?” She mumbled to her phone, who was messaging her so much? Serena slumped down into the couch, her blanket still wrapped around her and her cell phone in hand.

It seemed to take forever for her to read the messages. The screen was too bright and the words too small and they kept changing on her. No wonder no one sent legible text messages when they were drunk or tired. The letters changed. The first message she managed to understand was Chris’s, maybe because she spent extra time reading it. Coffee sounded nice for a few seconds, until she realized her hair smelt like vomit and that kind of made any consumable objects less appealing. As she typed, it got easier as she went along, but probably seemed almost like she was writing as she thought.

’Sunshine, go dieee. Toooo bright.
Wanna come, but head hurts.
Your shop should deliver.
Fun fact. Vomit smells bad. : D
- Serena’

The other two messages were from the party freak, Alex. The first one asked how she was and said about meeting at Chrissy’s work. And by the looks of the second one, Alex was wondering where she was and when she was coming. A sighed came from Serena’s lips.

’Heyy, I feel like shiz.
And yeah. I’ma sleep right now.
That’s how I’m texting. ; P
Partied too hard last night.
Prob won’t make it.
- Serena’

It had crossed Serena’s mind that she was making excuses. She knew once she showered and had coffee and a smoke she’d feel better. But maybe she didn’t want to cause then she’d have to do all that, just to face Alex and Chris. She didn’t even know if Oliver was there, but he might be. That’d be a fun place to sit, in between the guy you slept with, and the guy, you liked. They hadn’t hung out together for so long, and Serena had liked it that way. She could hang with Chris and not worry about anyone in her group criticizing how she acted with him. Or catch on to that she liked him. And she could hang with Oliver without having to worry about Chris thinking they were sleeping together. Whether they were or not, she didn’t care. But she didn’t want Chris to assume they were and strike her out. Her hand fiddled with the phone for a bit before she realized, if she wasn’t there, it’d be weird and they could figure it out without her knowing. That was all she needed, was one of them to say something and all these little lies she had been sprouting to be uncovered.

The fear made her bring up a new message to write to her friends.

’Ignore last message.
I’ma shower and I’ll be there soon.
Tell the others.
- Serena’

There was a pause as she decided who she should send the message to, but decided Alex was the better idea. She was like a third party. To Serena anyways. The blanket was left on the couch and she made her way to the shower. It was a quick shower, despite her knowing she would probably need a longer one. Down went two aspirin in the middle of her getting dressed and brushing her teeth. The girl spent extra time when brushing her teeth, the last thing she needed was vomit breath. Serena pocketed her wallet, followed by her packet of cigs and the packet of aspirin. Who knows how long this headache would persist. She pulled her favorite leather jacket on and pulled the hood of her shirt underneath it up over her head. The door was closed and locked behind her, triple checked before she left it with a deep breath. 'Did I close the window? Maybe I should go back and check? What about the heater, did I turn that off? Did I even turn that on?' There were so many reasons to turn back and go back into her apartment but she turned all of them down. They were lame excuses to ditch her friends, well, that's what her conscious told her at least.

It had crossed her mind to text Chris to tell him she was coming, or even text Oliver to see if he was there. But she couldn't find a NEED to. She wanted to sure, but the words were sort of forced. Like, 'Hey Chrissy, don't know if Alex told you, but I'm coming. So yeah..' Really, it was a pointless text and Alex probably told them. 'Hey Oliver, you with Alex and Chris? Cause like, I'm heading there and was wondering.. She shook her head at that thought, they seemed clingy and weird for Serena. They weren't like her. Her hands dug through her pockets as she dug out her cigs and pulled on out. Her red lighter was pulled out next to it. A few clicks and the stress relief of a cigarette. Nicotine made her brain feel so much better, the girl managed to smile to herself with that. One hand in her pocket and the other holding the cigarette, she walked until she came to the familiar sight of the cafe where Chris worked. It irked her all of a sudden, not the usual enthusiasm to see her friends. Serena stood at the front for a moment, while attempting to make the cigarette last as long as possible so she couldn't enter the cafe. The girl felt a little like a pathetic puppy dog. Man, why had that party been so messed up? The girl should have just drunk until what she said could be shrugged off as drunken nonsense. Then it clicked in her head, maybe she could pretend everything was fine and she was too drunk to remember what happened? Yeah. That sounded like a good plan. It was probably the lack of thought into the plan that meant Serena couldn't see the many flaws. But hey, it made her feel better about it for now.

Well, at least until she realized her cigarette was finished and she hurriedly retrieved another one, placing it between her lips. She'd go in after this one last smoke, cross her heart, promise. Another excuse to drag out the minutes between standing outside and greeting her friends. The girl had always procrastinated in school, when she did the work anyways. Not often, but enough to prove she put off doing things she didn't enjoy. The girl paced outside the cafe, hoping this cigarette would last longer than the first. Her head was still messy and in pain. Plus, there was that lingering sick feeling in her stomach that hadn't eased up just yet. Today, Serena was full of excuses and bad feelings. Memories from the night before were persistent, no matter how drunk you got.


- - - - - - -&& THE DRUGS ARE TALKING;;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -too bad they're not saying anything smart

[rajio_obake]

Roirdan James Livingston
xxxxxxxxxThe Teacher's Pet

Keep your eyes open don't look up at the stars
Cause that's not me shining down on you I'm way too smart
So go build your own coffin and dig your own hole
You got one chance left you better give it a go
But I can't help wishing
It was you I was missing

The moments he spent inside the bathroom to gather himself. It hadn’t helped. He still felt as though there were some answers he was supposed to have but they didn’t add up. He’d begun yesterday same as usual. Woke up, got dressed, went shopping (with Yulia), came back to his place, did some homework at his dorm while his dorm-mate was out, get dressed for his date, went over to place, knocked on her door... She didn’t answer. Stayed outside feeling like the biggest ignoramus known to man, decided to go to the stupid party, went there, got a few drinks, bumped into friends, danced with Yulia, then... then... then this? He sighed as he brought his head down. Roirdan couldn’t believe it all. None of it made sense and maybe it was just the disbelief or it was the possible truth... But the last time he had ever been so drunk as to not remember anything... He had at least been able to remember the major points and... well maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but wouldn’t he be able to remember his first, time? It seemed like it would make sense... So much would’ve had to happen of significance that he’d have to at least remember at best even a piece of it? The climax maybe..... Roiry shook his head. They were stupid. His thoughts. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to remember or not. It was just well he was torn on what he should think about it because well he hadn’t tried to notice it early but in her own right Yulia was, beautiful. Roiry was hoping the reason he thought this wasn’t out of guilt because if he started liking her out of guilt. But it couldn’t be that because he’d thought it the last days of highschool the week after the kiss. Gah, this wasn’t his field.

The couch wasn’t as comforting as he thought it would be the more he sat there the more he didn’t know what to feel. At some points it felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, quicksand, Antarctica, anywhere but comforting. 'And it’s n’t doing me a damn good..' Damn?... Roiry tried to never use that word in a daily vocabulary and here was was thinking it. What’s next was he going to start using it in his speech. Was he going to tell people to... To ‘******** off’? Roir tried rubbing his face to bring himself back to reality and out of his thoughts. It seemed like the things that were minuscule and things that didn’t mean a thing to his current state were the things his mind wanted to focus on. Oh how he felt like a jerk. He didn’t know what to do... He was so conflicted on one hand the angel on his shoulder was praying for this all to be some sick gag. While the devil on his other, well he was calling up all his buddies bragging about what might’ve happened. Roir wished that he knew what he wanted to know. Some secret answers that could be given to him which would make this all the more easier some words of advice... Well if he wanted words of advice the only people he would think to call would be Bradley Anderson, or Oliver. The ironic thing was Roiry had no clue that the football-star had bagged his girlfriend... Twice. And Oliver? The brunette only knew what the dreamer had told him. And Roiry didn’t have either’s number listed on his cellular, with a list of many reasons that could follow. But won’t simply for the amount of space it could take up. The easiest? They just never got along.

When he said he had things to sort out. He had simply been stating the words. It wasn’t like he was trying to be some calculative manipulator of some huge ploy a game. A folly. They were just words he had thrown out in his state of confussion. Maybe there was some secret meaning he hadn’t thoughten of sooner. He didn’t know and he still didn’t. All he knew was that the pain of all this was going to bother him most, if not all of the day and unto the week and who knows? Maybe even the week. By ‘pain’ he didn’t mean the slashing of wrists or falling down stairs or some odd way he could cause self-infliction on himself to bring about some harm to make up for his deed of all deeds. It was obvious the former teacher’s pet wasn’t thinking clearly as he sat in the sofa with his eyes as clouded as a foggy morning. Was it illogical to think that if he hurt himself it would appease what he had done the night before. It was. And he knew it to so unless things ended up getting out of hand and with people along with people found out that was when he’d have to find some way to make it up to the world... Heck he was still trying to find a way to make it up to Yulia.. He tried to focus on her eyes but either he’d look away or shee and when she responded he couldn’t help but heave a sigh as he replied back with, “I wish that were so..” He didn’t mean to come of stern or heartless he tried to say it as apathetic as he possibly could so she wouldn’t note anything unsual with him. But this whole act he was putting on. He was no actor, thought it felt like he was, yet he couldn’t play the part in a production called “My Life”.

What if it never happened? 'Aren’t there some obvious signs if it like... For starters.. uh... the uh, ‘cherry’ would’ve been... popped...... Oh god.' Roirdan covered his mouth as he coughed a little.. He couldn’t think of that. He was supposed to be her friend and here he was wondering if he was her first because indubitably she’d have been his. He hadn’t thought to check around the room or the bed because thinking wasn’t coming as fast as it used to... He actually had to.. Work to think? Roirdan, work to think? In highschool and even now all he had to do was look at a problem and have the answer. But he’d never had this problem before and it was so odd to him. The answers weren’t out in the open, they weren’t even hidden like easter eggs.. They were no where to be seen and it was driving him mad. He felt like the worst person in all of the world and he was coming to accept that. “I guess so... just....” Well what if she ended up pregnant because of him? Oh jeez, just another thing to worry about as smart as he was he wasn’t sure if parrenting was in his future. Sure he wanted to be a dad but not now, he still had college to get through.. And Yulia? Would she get an abortion or would she go through with the thing, simply looking at her belly made his eyes widen as the whole ‘what if’ situation took hold again. Honestly he didn’t remember much of last night either and he really wished he could. Sure some people could go on with a party, forget what happened the day before and not give a crap what happened with their lives after that. But this was Roiry he had to have everything planned out in advance or... Or what?... Or what if he didn’t know what tomorrow held? His previous answer was his world would be out of whack. and that’ just what it had become.

“Sh-she texted me. I just replied... said that she got caught up at work and lost track of time..” Even talking of of his girlfriend seemed foreign to him and maybe it was wrong on his part... Okay he knew it was but what if she was lying... What if she went to hang out with her boss after work and stayed at his place onger than she should’ve... No. No that’s not right she wouldn’t, COULDN’T do that... Could she? It was wrong to start second guessing his relationship but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was out of guilt or geniune emotion that he felt the need to break up with her.... Maybe get with Yulia, it couldn’t be so bad... If they got passed this little mix up.... He knew he already liked both girls. Sure he liked one longer than the other. And the other was taboo, his friend and just a drunken kiss. But people say that drinks bring the true you out. If that was so did he really want to get with Yulia more than his current girlfriend was he trying to sabotage himself to see the truth. It was wrong. He was looking in all the wrong places with all the wrong reasons to find a way to justify his actions. If he could do just that who knows maybe he’d find something anything that could bring him to forget about it. Forget about everything he did last night, (hah that be easy he already had). No, he just meant it be easy to look back on this night and let it slip out of his head and have all the thoughts be washed away in the tide. He wanted to take a week off of classes to gather himself. Run off to the beach or something and relax. But he knew he couldn’t do that, there was work to be done all around him and he couldn’t forget that.

The next thing she stated only put onion juice to disinfect and salt to rub it clean on his wound. Oh what of a sad state of affairs he found himself in. Granted it was proven in studies that guys can go on with the act and continue on with their days as if nothing happened but Roir, Roir couldn’t help that he’d never done any of this before sure the way she phrased it was odd... Did she mean ‘nothing for you’ or ‘nothing to you’. Roiry was just going to assume it was the same. Sure he wanted to slam his head against a desk but the one to be found has stacks of books in it and maybe a bible that all hotel rooms had. Did the bible make it a sacred place? If that was the case he felt all the more guilty but this was wrong the whole. ... Oh he could just feel himself mentally scream, 'Someone shoot me now!' there was no way he’d be able to deal with himself after all of this. And it was only the beginning of the day. All along his intention was to run, he wanted to run as far away from this scene as possible he wanted to get out of New York as fast as he could. He wanted to board the next Tram to wherever and not care where it takes him, forget saying his final farewells. Forget everything as easy Yulia made it out to be, “No.” He finally brought himself to say, “It’s not like either of us would gain anything out of telling someone.. it was just a wasteless... idiotic... lapse in judgement on our part... and we’ll never get it back so why dwell on it..” It came out as more of a statement than a question and that was because with all the questions in his head he didn’t want to think of another to say.

Just then his phone had rang only to show a text from Justin. After having sent a text out to three people and get a reply from only one... He didn’t try and read anything into maybe they were busy or the signal in the room was bad. As he read the text Justin’s consoling wasn’t doing him much now as it would’ve a couple minutes ago. But it did make him feel a tad bit better that his friend was at least trying to get back in touch with him. It was something he needed because he was sure after today Yulia and him were bound to have a huge falling out. So maybe if he could save the one he had with Justin he’d be able to get over losing Yulia and his. He knew this wouldn’t happen because the whole nerd clique it used to seem like they had the least drama... And know with Yulia and him, and well.. it seemed that they’d broken the record and he didn’t even try to hide his phone as he openly texted Justin back in front of Yulia. It wasn’t that he was ignoring, it was just what she had said earlier made it sound like she wanted the conversation to end.

Hah, well it’s alright, it wasn’t your fault.
but yeh, you’re right. we kinda didn’t..
Oh I don’t have anything big at the moment
I just needed to check a few emails and make
sure I have a few papers in order to turn in..
If you want to meet up I can do so, I think
Logan wanted to hang out with us for a while
.. but if you want to meet up before the or after
just give me a time.. and I’ll check my schedule..
Roir.

“It was Justin and I didn’t mention anything.” He came off almost diplomatic like it was something that had and needed to be stated. He put his phone back in his pocket. He knew he needed to say it if she thought it was girlfriend or if she thought he was like the guys who yelled throughout he cafeteria that he’d scored with some just some chick. But she wasn’t that to him. And that’s why even if he wasn’t sure why with everything spinning in his head like a top, he just blurted it out amongst his thoughts and he didn’t even catch it till after he said, “sorry..” it felt unfinished though and he didn’t mean to let it out but he had and to recover he just went with the first thought to come to mind. “you deserve better.” Better what? A rival, a one night stand, a friend.... He didn’t know it felt so cliche he wanted to bite his tongue and just leave the sorry at that but he tried to brush it off as if it was nothing as he stood up again to stretch, “Do you want to get something to eat with me or rather I just drop you off at your dorm?” He didn’t know which she’d take or what would happen afterwords but he figured he’d just figure it out when she answered, he was tired of second guessing himself and his ideas right now.

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Just like the bullet out the barrel of a loaded gun

[midgetminion]

Whoa I never meant to brag ...

...but I got him where I want him now
Daisy
Logan
Shellenberger




The engine is the heart of the jet...
...but the pilot is the soul

Taking advantage of the warmth of the hotel room, Logan sat at the little table in the corner, surfing her laptop. She knew that the main issue that she needed to have settled and have settled quickly was her living arrangements. Yes, this was probably something that she needed to be planning before she got back to New York, but can you blame her for forgetting? finally, after four years, she had completed the air force academy training and could come back for good. Sure, Colorado was alright. It wasn't nearly as crowded...or noisy- the people were more disciplined, and you didn't have that smell. you know, that big city smell. But, at the same time, she missed all of the crazy that came with making a big city your home. Not to mention all of the people. "And ya think with all these people, I could stay with one," slipped out of her mouth in the form of a mumble as her right index finger trailed along the mouse pad. While her left elbow was bent, resting on the table, her chin sitting in the palm of her hand. She hated mooching off of people, however the prices for apartments right now didn't seem too inviting. Perhaps she needed to look harder. Or maybe take her parents up on their offer of letting her come back to the house. She already had a lot of her furniture and what not that she had brought back from her dorm over there. The only thing that was left was the suitcases filled with her clothing that she had with her in the hotel...only because it was the last thing transferred over. But that was her worst case scenario.

Upon hearing the low grumble of her stomach, the female figured that it was time to grab some breakfast. Yes, she could order some room service, but Logan figured it would be cheaper to pick from the complimentary foods that they had downstairs. Standing up of the table, she heaved a sigh as her phone was pocketed. Hopefully all of the good stuff wouldn't be taken, even though she wasn't about to pig out. She just wanted to be satisfied until she figured out the plans with her friends. At least the important parts about the when and wheres. Opening the door, Logan was ready to head into the hallway, yet as the door was shutting, she realized that this was a hotel, and she needed her room key. 'Seconds away from being screwed,' the tomboy realized as he quickly backed up, taking quick steps to the nightstand so the keycard could be slipped into her pocket as well. Her eyes trail to her laptop as well, debating whether she should put it away. Then again...she didn't feel like bookmarking all of the tabs she had open, so she figured that it would hurt to keep it running. With her mind made up, the brunette with the dyed purple hair made her way back out to the hallway, walking straight for the elevators. Sadly, as soon as they came in sight, the metal doors were already starting to close. "Hold it!" she quickly stated, hoping that they would listen, yet the didn't. The doors closed and the numbers above it indicated that the elevator was now going up. "Or not," dryly left her mouth while pushing the 'down' button.

Logan knew that she could easily take the stairs, and probably be down in the same amount of time, if not faster than if she rode down, but she didn't feel like rushing herself today. Instead, she would take this time to check over her phone. She knew that she had neglected it when she was on the computer earlier. The tip of the tomboy's tongue circled the backs of her lip piercings as the cell was retrieved. Just as she thought, 2 new text messages. Clicking to see who the senders were, she smirked at the fact that it was Roirdan and Justin. Part of her was extremely curious what Justin was going to say about her little Shaant joke, however Roiry's situation held a more serious note, so she figured it would be best to check his first. After all, the last time she really remembered the former teacher's pet geting drunk, he went kissing happy. As her blue eyes trailed over the text, a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Good, so he would still be hanging out with the group today, so the plans were still on. But this didn't change the fact that she was wondering if Roridan really was alright. Typically, she would tell someone to 'suck it up', but she knew he was having relationship issues, so she didn't want to push him too much. After all, she still didn't know how sensitive he or serious about his love-life he had become over the years. Which is why she decided to go with a more simple rely to Roir.


That feeling will go away
soon. And if it didn't,
I'd drag you to wherever
we're meeting up for Lunch.


Without any hesitation, the text was sent off, so she could click into Justin's message. It made a short chuckle sound from Logan when her eyes ran over the first two lines. People catching AIDS wasn't a laughing matter, but when it was because you do something stupid, like having sex with a well known hoe, then yeah, it did become funny to her. "The b*****d would prolly keep sleeping around regardless, 'cause that's what all rock-stars do." she sarcastically said to herself, rolling her eyes at the end. Honestly, she believed that Shaant's ego was huger than necessary. Talking with him last night seemed to only support that fact. What was so alluring about being a man-whore? He did it, Bradley did it. Honestly, were they never satisfied? Logan would even put it past them if they had some children floating around somewhere. They both had money, so she doubted that they would be too concerned about child support payments. The more the thoughts flew through her mind, the more the tomboy didn't want to think about it. She would just keep her mind on the text at hand, so she could reply to Justin as quickly as possible.


Muhaha, because I like making
you squirm. So, you're good for
meeting up for lunch, right? I
wouldn't wanna kidnap you...but
if I have to- you know I will

She was joking around with the doctor in training, but there was nothing wrong with that. They were friends after all, so if she couldn't have fun, then something severely wrong must have happened. Although, now part of her was wondering what was going on with Yulia. She hadn't answered her last text message, and even though that didn't automatically mean she was avoiding her, she figured that the protectionist would want to leave messages unanswered. 'I knew I should've made sure she got home alright,' the purple haired one thought to herself, leaning her shoulder against the wall beside the elevator. She wanted to be sure that her friend didn't get herself taken advantage of during the night. If that happened, then Logan didn't care who it was, she would find them and kick their a**. Brows narrowed just thinking about it while she typed up a quick message to the Overachiever. Though as she thumbed in the message, the elevator doors opened up, allowing her to step inside, absentmindedly using her middle finger to press the "L" button to take her to the lobby.


If something happened you
can tell me. It can even
be before we meet up with
the guys for some lunch.
-Logan




Pull up your pants just like em'...
.::The Tomboy::.
...Take out the trash just like em'



.......

[midgetminion]

I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot...

...I'm bitchin', Great hair! The boys all love to stare!



•º°`°º•● Mercedes Jillian Secrets ●•º°`°º•




hate us cause we're beautiful, well we don't like you either


While some people hated stoplights Mercedes typically used them to do all of those things that people typically tried doing while driving. For intense, putting on make-up, texting, reading, writing, changing your clothes, drinking- all of that random stuff that you see people doing while on the highway that leave you labeling them as likely to get in an accident. She didn't even care for eating in her car, even though Cedie had done it on occasion when going to work. Just as she didn't mind talking on her cell while driving. It was easy when you had one of those hand free features. Although texting was definitely an activity that required both of your hands- at least because Mercedes had a full keyboard on her phone. Speaking of which, the girl just realized that she had a new text message. Glancing up at the newly turned red light, she figured that she had enough time. Plus, it would be time a good opportunity for her to take her thoughts away from the awkwardness of waving at someone, and then not driving away like she thought she would have. The strange part was that when she looked at the message, it was from Qwerty. "Oh.Em.Gee. I totally just saw him," she said to herself as she quickly looked back over in the passenger side rear-view mirror. Seeing her old ex was still sitting there, she waved at the mirror, yet remembered that he wouldn't be able to see her. "Silly me," she giggled, and started to actually read the rest of the message so she could reply to Quarter.


Sure! Hop in.
^-^ -Cedie

After sending the message, she leaned over to unlock the passenger door. She didn't mind giving rides to people. In fact, she liked that fact that she could actually drive. In fact she usually gave anyone who wanted a ride one. The only rule was that they could not insult her skills on the road. Besides, tt was no secret that the girl had wrecked cars before. Nothing that gave her any bad injuries. She just had ran over mailboxes, hit parking meters, bumped into other cars because she thought that they would have gone faster when the light just turned green. But ever time, her daddy would pay for the damages, so it wasn't like she had to fret over any of that. It was one of the perfects of still being daddy's little girl despite being in college. Mercedes had waited until she saw Qwerty getting up from the bench before she opened the passenger door, so it was cracked, yet she couldn't help but notice the girl again that was sitting on the bench as well. Cedie honestly wasn't sure who it was. Was Qwerty wanting a ride for her as well? He hadn't mentioned it in the text, but there was still no telling. But wait, they weren't even sitting close to each other, even though it was cold. The blonde didn't think it was necessary to like someone in order to share their body heat. It was only when you didn't like people that you went out of your way to ignore them. Maybe that's what had happened in the gamer's case.

Pushing herself back so she was sitting up in her seat, Cedie grabbed onto the steering wheel. There was a slight breeze that tried slipping into the car, but the fact that she had the heat turned up was canceling it out. Part of her felt bad for poor people who actually had to rely on walking, especially in icky, shoe-destroying weather. But now she was seriously wondering why Qwerty was even outside in the first place. So she waited until the other got into the passenger seat before asking, "Why were you going to take the smelly bus when it's ubber icky?" She shuttered at the thought of possibly sharing a bus with a wart-covered oldie. The fact she was able to save at least one person from that fate made Cedie feel good about herself. Good enough that she believed she definitely deserved a new pair of shoes. "So why'd you two break up? You and the bench girl," she inquired looking over at him curiously. She could have looked at him a while longer if not for the fact that she was suddenly honked at, which caused her to tease up, then look back and then ahead. The light had apparently turned green, although she wasn't sure when this had happened. "Uh oh, now they're made at me," she pouted, as she started to drive. "Oh yeah, the rule of the car is that you can't sideseat drive unless I ask you too, because then I'll get nervous."

Just as the rule left her lips, she heard that she had another text. Part of her wondered if she should try to read it while driving. Sure, the red light was over, but checking the sender couldn't hurt her. So she grabbed the phone and held it by the steering wheel to see who sent it. "Trinity!" she squealed, then glanced over at Qwerty before looking ahead at the road. "Okay, so I kinda really need to see what she said, since it's kinda juicy. But I'll try my best not to kill us both, kay?" Mercedes warned in a serious tone to the younger one. There was no way that she was just going to wait until she could stop before reading this. All of this about Bradley was crazy, and she wanted to get the facts straight. Cedie kept glancing from the phone to the text. "Remind me to talk to Kaiser for the four-one-one on the sitch," she said without even looking to Qwerty, but figured that he would get the idea since he was her passenger. The girl was tempted to try and reply, however stopped herself since she felt herself drifting on the road. Correcting herself, she steered the car back into the center of her own lane. Besides, with her phone she would need both hands, so she opted to just see what was the other new text in her inbox. This time it was from Cristal.

A frown appeared on Mercedes face when she read that the guy was hot, though confused that neither of them knew him. Cedie typically didn't have dreams about people she never met. They always had some sort of similarity to people that she actually knew or heard about in some sort of way. Then seeing that her idea about a website could be depressing was even more heart breaking. The cheerleader hadn't even thought of it like that. Now she was feeling upset, so happier thoughts would definitely be a good idea. Once again, she was about to start attempting to text back, yet found it difficult again. The fact that she tried gripping the wheel and but have her thumbs on the keyboard and didn't work for her. In the end, the cell slipped out of her grip and fell on the floor. "Whoops," said the girl as she glanced down, and simply used her free foot to pull the phone away from her pedals. The last thing she wanted was for something to get lodged under there. "Think you could grab that for me?" she asked since she didn't want to reach down for it herself. Besides, she had to figure out how to get to Gamestop from here. Mercedes had an idea, but figured keeping an eye out would help unless, "Is there a Gamestop in the mall?" If there was, then they could both be happy.



.::T н є C н є є я ℓ є α ם є я::.



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[Michirugurl]

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Demtrius smiled he knew he would get this type of reaction, except for Oliver's. It was stranger actually her knew Justin Knight. and this information just kept getting better and better like a weird cycle, where everyone knows everyone. It was amazing how the world works and how connections get you to places. Demetrius wasn't really phased by anything that they said, he was used to these type of reactions and insults. But that didn't stop him from trying to get what he really wanted. He sat there in amusement and he watched everyone's reaction. He laughed at Alex's reaction. "Look little girl, if you wanna know so badly they gave me the job of writing about the fight that brawled last night between Chris and Justin. I'm just here trying to collect my information and make sure I hear both sides of the story before printing out the whole story. I was just typing it up in my apartment actually when I decided to casually come down and get something to eat. But when I saw him here I just saw the perfect opportunity to talk to him and get his side. Besides destiny was what brought me to find Chris here and now at this exact time so I don't know what you are getting mad about since it's not you im writing about. or are you just jealous hmmmm?" Demetrius gave Alex a smirk and turned back to Oliver and his question. "So you seem to know Just Knight as well? Tell me what do you know about him, what are you thoughts of him and how do you know him." At this point Demetrius was smiling because even though these people weren't exactly cooperating or giving them information he was still leaving with new facts and information that he didn't have before he came.

Demetrius watched as they seemed to get irritated by him he smiled and quickly took out his notepad, the small blue notepad was at the back of his butt pocket. He always carried one around just in case he needed to jot something down or in case he remembered something or even found new information like the information he just received right now. He then took out his pencil and began writing little notes here and there to make sure he remembered to put in his column for tomorrow. Then when he was done he bit his pencil and raised his eyes to Chris. "Yeh some fight that was, but i need to know what started it, why did the two of you fight. All those important little information and details that i need to write a good column." He didn't care but he just wanted to get information the more the better. He didn't want to press to far because Demetrius knew when to quit but right now he felt like he needed to press a little more so that he could get a little more information from these three. He sat there watching their annoyed faces not caring at all. He just shrugged it off and kept their little attitude aside just so that he could get his work on. He knew he was intruding on their breakfast and that he wasn't supposed to be there but Demetrius didn't care. It was just breakfast anyways.

"You'd be surprise with how much information i know. you don't even know the half of it but its all for 'academic' purposes." he told them as he took a sip from his coffee. "I am in fact a reporter or the paparazzi as many people call it nowadays. I get people's information, sometimes it's from big time celebrities other times in for small little things like this." Demetrius was enjoying himself and the wonderful day outside, for even though it was drizzly and cold. Demetrius loved that type of weather. He wondered if he would have time to stalk around and find out about Shaant. He loved finding more and more information about him, it was such a bliss to him. It's like finding a new treasure everyday. "I know a little bit about you guys but that's because I used to be the school photographer and take pictures of basketball games and all that happy stuff. So I've seen you guys a few times but that was it it." Demtrius loved this and he thought today was going to be a great day contrary to what the world was saying. "Look I know you had a little fight with serena, wasn't physical but it was a fight. Saw you too going at it, wanted to get closer and hear more of your conversation but you probably would've caught me. SO what your having girlfriend troubles too? Especially after you are dating that dumb blonde princess from high school what's her name...oh yeah Cristal?" Demetrius gave his wicked smirk as he sat there and took another sip of his coffee he never really liked Cristal. Well he doesn't like her kind those prissy know it all girls who only care about looks and their plastic selves. They get annoying after a while and Cristal is always following the Queen-bee which is why she is so pathetic.

Right then Trinity came in the small little cafe ordering a coffee and a muffin. That's when Demetrius became happy, another scoop! more information but this one became a top priority because Trinity is Shaant's co-star in the porno film that they are about to release. Demetrius got up from his seat. "Excuse me I have some more pressing matters to attend to. If you ever want to tell me anything here is my card." Demetrius then took out his card and placed it in front of them. The rose of his seat to go meet up with Trinity. "My oh my if it isn't Stellena Trinity Rivera, what are you doing in such a small place like this so early in the morning?" He asked her as he took his notepad once again. "My dear I would like to ask you some questions if you would. Maybe you could spare a few minutes and give me the details of your movie. You and Shaant are really hot right now and it would be very interesting to know and to hear it from you." he smiled thought how amazingly lucky he was to be able to be here with one of Shaant co-star. Grant it wasn't even Shaant himself but his Co-star would do. As long as he could get knew information anything about them. As for Trinity, Demetrius wasn't really interested. He knew the type of girl she was and well he didn't really care for her. He heard about the little STD rumor and thought it was hilarious which was why he was one of those few people who helped to get the ball going. Hey at least he didn't start the rumor right? he just helped it grow but no one needed to know that little fact.

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[Michirugurl]

♫ ωεʅʅ ȵσω I'ɱ ϯσʅd ϯhat ϯhis is ʅ i f ε
And p a i ȵ is jusϯ a siɱpʅε cσɱpяσɱisε
So ωε caȵ get ωhat ωε ω a n t σut σf iϯ

Ӈʏσɾi Lɘi Xiαnɢ
The Actress

ωσuʅd sσɱεσȵε caяε ϯσ c ʅ a s s i f y,
A b я σ k ε ȵ hεaяϯ and ϯ ω i s ϯ ε d ɱiȵds
Sσ I caȵ fiȵd sσɱεσȵε tσ я ε ʅ y σȵ ♫

Oh today was going to be a great day. Hyori was going to be able to relax spend sometime with Justin and best things at all not having to race time at all today. Today she couldn't just take it at any pace she chose. And she definitely chose a slow one just so that she would be able to enjoy today much more. She glad she would be busy running off doing other things or Justin being pulled to do his many classes in a day, with her wondering what he was doing. She knew Justin well and she knew Justin was faithful but she couldn't help but wonder. Hyori knew it really isn't her place since she was the one who makes him wonder all the time but sometimes it feels like that's how it is. She was eating quietly when she heard Justin's little comment. "I'm not sure I was hoping you would tell me. I never really tasted Love before have you?" she smiled at him as they both ate their meal. Hyori noticed Justin got a message and replied to it, it seems that even though they were both together in the same room they were both far apart from one another in their own world with their own friends planning their own things. Hyori decided to put her phone away at least for breakfast, the phone can wait besides if it was really important everyone already knows how to contact her.

Hyori was very excited because Valentines day was about 9 days away. She didn't know what Justin had plan but she couldn't wait. She hoped they would be together that whole day. She already took the day off from filing just to surprise him and be with him, which was why he didn't know yet. She was contemplating what to get him. It was hard she didn't want to get Justin, he was just so...perfect and she well, she wasn't. But Hyori wanted to get him something special something that would make him real happy even though he seems happy to be with her. Maybe she should get them a reservation someplace far away, just so the two of them could get away from their busy lives even if it's just for a weekend. Maybe that might make Justin happy and Hyori wouldn't mind it either. She needs some alone time with her Boyfriend she needs to do a lot of repairing and fixing and that would be great. But first she would have lots of things to do and find out before checking to see if she could do that. But made a mental note to herself to take a look at it and see if that was an available option for the two of them.

Hyori then continued eating as she listened to Justin continue his talk about the concert, with Jane and seeing Shaant. She felt bad about the fight and their night being ruined because of Chris, but it was way over and past them now. "Sorry bout your night hun... but it will get better, especially today." she told him as she gave him a flirty look. She then continued listening to Justin and smiled. "Well im glad it turned out good for you. and I didn't know Jane knew Shaant. She didn't run this by me." she said with a quizzical look on her face "Oh well it's good to know now, that way you'll be able to see Shaant more and it'll be fun. And No i didn't know Logan is back but that is good to know and that sounds cool. It's not everyday a band gets back together to play you know." Hypri then finished her breakfast and she felt real full. She slowly got up and took her plate and cup to the sink. She turned on the faucet and began washing dishes. It was a pet-peeve of Hyori. She hated seeing dishes in the sink which was why she tried to clean them up after she finished her meal so that she didn't have to see them lying there in the sink all dirty and nasty. Though there are those few rare days where she couldn't really wash them and Justin does them for her. Which is really sweet of him.

She was cleaning her dish when she heard Justin asked Hyori about walking Bandit with him. She smiled because she loved the idea. Besides when was the last time they actually walked bandit together. Today wasn't exactly perfect considering the idea of it drizzling outside but it didn't matter much to Hyori as long as she was spending sometime with Justin she was alright with it. "I'd love to Hun, though I don't think we can go that far considering its raining on and off today. but we can still go because im for it Besides when was the last time bandit got to walk with both his mommy and daddy? We have been really bad parents to poor ol' bandit." she told him jokingly while giving him a sad little face. A few minutes later Hyori was finished washing the dishes. She then turned off the faucet and wiped her hands with a nearby towel. Hyori then sighed as she saw the house pretty clean considering they had some messes here and there. But it was usually because of their bus days and their running around. They either came home super late and tire to care about cleaning or they just simply didn't have the time. But comparing to other days it was fairly cleaned. They just had a few things to do, but Hyori wasn't in much of a cleaning mood today. She more in the mood to be with Justin and go out.

After washing the dishes Hyori then went under the counter to get Bandit his doggy food. She forgot she needed to refill his bowl today since he finished his food last night. After pouring Bandit his food and leaving him to eat Hyori walked over to Justin and placed her arms around him as she closed her eyes as she hugged him tightly. She gave Justin a few kisses on his cheek here and there not wanting to disturb him while he was eating. Then she raised her lips close to his ears and whispered "Please don't leave me today. I just want to be with you and spend my day with you. we haven't done that in a while." She then rested her head on his head for a minute before letting him go. Hyori walked away slowly, allowing Justin to continue eating and finishing his food "Babe im gonna go take a shower, if i don't it's going to eat me alive." Hyori then walked from the kitchen to her room, she saw bandit on the floor relaxing after he finished his food and she pat bandits head a few times. Telling him how much of a good boy he was before entering her room to get her clothes and heading straight into the bathroom.