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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 1:06 am
THE LAW
o1. Accepting
(If you're literate/semi-literate, PM me the profile, everything is right and I like it. You'll be accepted.)
o2. Godmodding and Cybering
(Just don't. 'kay?)
o3. Text Talk
(NO!!! No, just no alright? Its annoying. They teach you proper grammer in fourth grade use it here, please!)
o4. Questions?
(Just PM them to me. Titled question.)
o5. Kicking
(If you misbehave or don't follow my rules you'll get one warning (if I see fit) or you'll be kicked. By my judgement.)
o6. Play Nice
(Don't fight in the OCC or anything. Just be nice!)
o7. OCC
(Use brackets of some sort. add a heart to your profile, also.)
o8. Colors, italics, bold, ect
(Use color, but not too bright, italics are thoughts.)
o9. Rules
(Follow them. I can add and modify as I please.)
10. Profie
(Title the PM with the name of your character and place a drama llama at the bottom.)
11. Absent
(Tell me if you're leaving for a long time. If you don't post for 4 days you will be replaced.)
12. FUN
(SIlLY! ITS REQUIRED(: )
13. Reservations
(don't worry, its full^^^)
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 1:54 am
Two couples have a lot in common, and though they don't know each other, or know it, its true.
One guy, hasn't exactly had an ideal life and once he got out on his own he was already ******** up completely.
He's in a serious relationship, and whereas they seem like the perfect couple on the outside but behind closed doors its hell for his girlfriend.
Think he's a great catch? Think again.
Every day is a new hell for one girl. Everything she does is wrong, and everything she says isn't right.
If she steps out of place, even just slightly, she gets beat up for it.
And the other couple?
Its the same thing.
Only the other way around...
One boy has a secret.
His girlfriend abuses him. Emotionally. Physically.
You name it.
She tears him apart, piece by piece. No matter what he does for her, no matter how happy he tries to make her... It backfires.
He may accidently sideglance at someone and he takes a toll for it later.
Soo..
what happes when the two passives in the relationships meet up and realize that they had met before...
And then the aggresors start messing around behind their backs... But why aren't the passives doing the same?
Why, they're scared of course.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 2:20 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 2:45 am
Passive Girl:  Kori Ashley HanniganHello there, you can call me Kori. I was born in 1988, making me 21. Outside Looking In:
My life used to be pretty straight forward. My father and mother got a long well, when he was home. He was in the army, and therefore, wasn't home all that often. And, well, as a 7 year old, I never would have guessed, but my mom had an affair one of the longer time he was away. He came back and found out, simple as that, and left her. The divorce wasn't too bad, but my mom got primary custody, so I got to go see him every other weekend.
Well, that wouldn't have been sooo bad, if it wasn't for the fact that my mom remarried a year later, and to the man she had been having the affair with no less. I never liked him when he was around, but he was always nice when mom was in the room. When she wasn't, he would tease me, tell me how much he hated kids and how stupid I was. Now, I used to think I was a more confident child, but after years and years of this, including some mild, but constant physical abuse, and barely any breaks, my self esteem went right down the drain.
Wasn't the hardest life I understand, but as I went into high school, he started getting worse, touching me more often, using any excuse to do so.
I always shied away form him by then, which would just make him laugh, and try again later. Sometimes he would walk in my room with some lame excuse when he knew I was probably changing, or just coming out of the shower in a towel. And... later it started just getting worse and worse.
I never told anyone either, and I know I should have. But in school, I was quiet and no one paid too much attention to me, most of the time. I had a couple friends, and when dances came around, I always had some invitations, which I would accept, if only for an excuse to get away from the house for more of the night. I was never much fun though...
And then the unthinkable happened, I got a crush. It was at the end of freshman year, when after awhile, I noticed another guy who was just different. He sat behind me a few seats off to the side, and I could turn only partially in my chair casually enough to see him sometimes. We talked sometimes and I just found myself liking him more and more, but I was too afraid of rejection to try to be anything more then friends. I never said anything. I wish I had. He was so sweet, but I didn't want him to feel obligated to like me just to be nice either. I went by Ashley back then though, more self esteem issues, I said I just liked it more, but I "learned" to hate my first name: Kori. I remember him saying, "What are you? Some pansy a** little boy?" and all those things.
I moved away Junior year and never saw him again, but a part of me never forgot. Mom's husband got a job somewhere else and we left. There was barely any warning and it was all so sudden.
With Jim always being such a perverted a**, I found more and more excuses to stay away, and then another guy offered me protection. He was kind enough, and strong, seemed to like me a lot. This wasn't until I was a senior, and he wasn't even in school anymore. Years older then me, and I knew it was wrong, but I just wanted a way out. I moved in with him after school was over, and that's when things started to change. He changed.
I went from being sexually harassed... to worse things. Worse because I couldn't get away, because sometimes I loved him, and sometimes I hated him.
Jeremiah could be so sweet sometimes... but other times... well, I hid the bruises well from the friends I still had, but they found out eventually. Some of it... I don't see them often anymore, and it's probably his fault too, not just mine. I don't know what to think anymore. I know things could be so much worse, but can anyone blame me for wanting them to be a little better?
Inside Looking Out: I am usually quiet, for obvious reasons, but things just slip out sometimes, I often can't help it. And that's when problems arise... Anyway though, I'm usually kind and a total sucker for sympathy stories, or apologies. I didn't used to be, but now I feel so needy, like I just need someone, and the one that is there for me is Jeremiah... I will compromise whenever possible to try and get some of my way, but often end up giving in to somethings, and I usually end up pushing people away if I think they will get hurt. that would be why I have very few friends at this point. La La L.O.V.E.:
oo1. Books, of just about any kind.
oo2. College
oo3. Animals
oo4. Carving, can make things out of clay too
oo5. Jeremiah............... Uhm, Ew?:
oo1. Being alone.
oo2. Jim
oo3. Anyone else's pain, more then my own
oo4. Being so constricted
oo5. ... Jeremiah...?
To The Beat of My Heart;  Passive Guy:  Jonathen Alexander Nash Hiya! you can call me Jon, I guess. But I prefer Jonathen... I was born in 1987, making me 21 baby! Outside Looking In:
The beginning was rocky but once my mom got back on her feet, everything was better.. My biological father used to beat her. Now, I vaguely remember this. Because I was around three to five years old. But one night, I guess, he threw her down a flight of stairs and she got really bumped up. That was also the night he was so smashed he ran his car into the lightpost down the street from our house while on his way to the bar.
He didn't die that night, no. He came back in, stumbling and bleeding I guess. (And I say I guess, because this is going off what my mom told me)
Thats when he plucked me from my race car bed and started flinging me around.
Mom drew the line there. He nearly sent me flying through the wall.
Thankfully, my aunt had been coming home from the late night hospital shift and saw the wrecked car, because she used to live right down the street.
She found dad and me and then found my mom.
She sent in divorce papers and restraining orders that week. We moved out and after everything settled years later, she finally remarried to Paul.
And Paul moved us from our cozy country home to the hustle of the city.
I hate the city. Its packed. Beautiful, but packed.
I was thirteen when they married, fourteen at the move and now, eight years later, I'm on my own. But living in the country isn't possible while taking college courses.
But one day I plan to return.
Anyway, when I moved to the city I switched schools of course. And I met.. err. Didn't meet but there was this girl in one of my classes.. chocolate brown hair and named Ashley. Yeah, I remember her name still. We talked a bit but not enough. And then we went our separate ways.
And now, I have Audrey. She's beautiful. Popular. She's perfect. And all mine.
But..
Ah nevermind. I can't tell anyone that.. I'm a man..its nothing.
Inside Looking Out:
Fun loving and outgoing. I really love to be outside and take pictures. Being out in the country makes me happy, and I love to make people around me happy. Guess I started that with my mom when I was a kid. Then she got happy on her own with Paul and didn't need me anymore. So, I had to focus on making me happy. When I met Audrey, I really didn't have to try and be happy
Err...at first. Despite how she treats me, I still will do almost anything to keep her smiling.
La La L.O.V.E.:
oo1. Photography
oo2. Clean Teeth
oo3. My, uhm..girlfriend
oo4. Old Houses
oo5. Making Others Smile
Uhm, Ew?:
oo1. Darkness
oo2. Shopping
oo3. Rap
oo4. Big Cities
oo5. Cats
To The Beat of My Heart; Desperate ;; David Archuleta  Aggressive Girl:  Audreana Melony ScottsHey sexy, what are you up to? you can call me Audrey. I was born in 1986, making me 23. Outside Looking In:
My father left my mom when I was only two years old, so I don't remember him at all. He didn't even want partial custody, and Mom says he never gave a reason why he left, but she suspects it was for another woman. The second I was old enough to do much of anything, she decided I would go into acting and play the piano. WHY she chose those two things so specifically and relentlessly, I will never know. I figured out early on I didn't want to do either with my life, or even as hobbies. She went beyond that too, putting me into a catholic private school, and choosing all of my courses. I had to wake up at 4:30AM every morning, because of the commute, and go to bed at 9PM every night. School, church group, acting classes, and piano lessons filled up the space in between, with about a two hour period to go out. Weekends weren't much better, and summer was taken up by a combination of tennis camp, since of course, she put me in that too, and church camp, big surprise. Plus, I was also had countless recitals and auditions. I served in several commercials, but due to lack of enthusiasm, not much else in that department. You'd think I would want to be on TV right? But that was just more people telling me exactly what to and say, and I couldn't take it.
I hated it. All of it. And developed some nasty habits... First, when I was 13, I cut my hair really short, which may make little sense, but it did to me at the time, and it pissed my mom off so much, she took everything I did have to myself away. Computer, phone, magazines, the couple hours of free time, and the extra time on the weekends. Until it grew back to the length it used to be, which took about 5 months. Then I got a pretty drastic tattoo when I was 14... which worked fine since it was on my back, for awhile... she noticed eventually and it was even worse then the hair thing, believe it or not. During my extreme frustration and boredom during that "grounding" I started cutting, sometimes carving letters or words into places that would be easily seen, which was a little easier to hide then the tattoo. I usually did that light enough to heal though. Except for the time I carved "control" into my foot, by the heel, right behind the ankle, going up. that's still there, and really clear. That thing lasted for awhile too, until I was 16, and was allowed to get a hamster, don't know why, but Mom just got it for me along with a car on my birthday... the car of course, was very conditional, and made me not want to screw it up by mutilating my body anymore. She finally had noticed by then.
So.... without really thinking, I started "playing" with it... and, not that I ever would tell anyone this, I kind of tortured the poor creature. Teased it with it's food, and sometimes didn't feed it, would sometimes clean it's cage everyday, or not for a couple weeks, and when I took it out, I would hurt it, just a little sometimes. I felt really odd about it, when I was doing such things, fascinated almost, but never did too much. He even lived a year or so years.... That was around the time I started manipulating people as well. Despite my busy schedule, I was always popular, with straight A's, Mom would accept no less, and always had girls following after me, and guys drooling around me. They were easy to break. And well, when I found Jon a few years later, he was easy too, but he didn't just break, he bent, and so, I keep bending him. I'm even quite fond of him by this point, and way possessive, despite my lack of loyalty to him.
But hey? Who says I have to only have him? He can't.
No on can tell me what I can or can't have or do anymore.
Not since I basically disowned my mom the second I turned 18.
Oh yeah, and when I got out, just about the worse thing that could happen to me in my new found freedom came about- I was raped by a friend of the guy I was staying. That was when I started hitting up my grandparents for money, which worked rather well with how sorry they felt for many things... And, among many other things I took it for- miss preppy perfect girl took Martial Arts, because I wasn't going to let it happen again.
Inside Looking Out:
I'm very controlling now, of everything around me. I don't really have friends, just lackeys, and lovers, despite the fact that I do have a boyfriend. I don't usually commit to things, but he was too good to pass up- though I still lack complete commitment. I'm possessive and obsessive. And can't stand not getting something I want, although, a challenge is welcomed too. Because I won't lose it. And those that don't cooperate- will be punished, simple as that. La La L.O.V.E.:
oo1. My tattoo
oo2. Jon, well, sorta. He's MINE.
oo3. CONTROL
oo4. Getting what I want
oo5. Parties Uhm, Ew?:
oo1. Anyone that tries to control me
oo2. Being told "no"
oo3. I'm sick to death of that religious crap by now too.
oo4. Anyone who tries to take my things from me. As you may have guessed, that includes Jon.
oo5. Being hurt, in anyway.
To The Beat of My Heart;  Aggressive Guy:  Jeremiah David Blake Yeah... so, you can call me Blake. I was born in 1983, making me Twenty Five... Outside Looking In:
My dad was an abusive mother ********. He would beat up me, but not my other siblings. I always felt like I could never get on top. I was never in charge of anything. I was forced to go to school, like everyone else, but when I came home I had to go straight to the basement and do my homework. After that, I was shoved outside, whether it was winter or summer, to do some sort of house or yard work. And then I had to come in and clean up everyones dinner. Whatever was leftover was mine.
Well with a father, mother, sister and three brothers that was not much. Not enough anyway.
So I was always a skinny ********. And I never had as nice of clothes as the rest of my family, so not only were they embaressed by me, but I got beat up at school all the time. Mostly for being puny. And then I'd come home and the drunk father would stumble in hours later, only to kick my a** emotionally, but mostly physically over whatever he felt like.
For my fifteenth birthday, he got fired. So my present? It was a nice freezing bath, and a hot frying pan to a bare a** a couple times.
Thats not even the worst of it, one time I got the flu, and was throwing up like there was no tomorrow. So guess what daddy dearest made me do?
Thats right, I had to eat my own puke. Which just had be throwing up more.
And then there was the time he locked me in the bathroom with amonia. Yeah, fun times... almost dying is great stuff.
Now, you may ask why I never told anyone. Well, if I did, he told me nobody would believe me. And if they did, he'd just kill me before anything could be done.
So I held out until I was eighteen and I ran away. I had managed to save a few hundred dollars from small unknown jobs. I got myself a s**t-car and got the hell away from there. Never looked back.
But I couldn't shake what he did to my ego. And now, I'll do anything to make sure I'm the one in charge.
Even if it means beating up on my girlfriend when she gets mouthy. But honestly, if she would just behave we wouldn't have this problem.
Because I do love her.
Even if I cheat on her sometimes..
Inside Looking Out:
Apparently, I should be in anger managment. Whatever. I think therapy is crap. That stuff is for losers who can't suck it up and get over themselves. I'm aggressive and get mean. Protective and obsessive I guess. But when I get something that I want, its mine. And nobody elses. I'm very territorial and I put people in their place.
I'm tempermental but can be a sweet guy.. when I want to be.
La La L.O.V.E.:
oo1. Beer, and none of that Miller stuff.
oo2. Working Out
oo3. Fights
oo4. Sunflower Seeds
oo5. Babes Uhm, Ew?:
oo1. 'Trust' and 'Honesty' all that mumbo jumbo
oo2. Commitment
oo3. Being Told Off
oo4. Pretty Boys (like, pussys ya know!)
oo5. Being Alone
To The Beat of My Heart; Carry Me ;; Papa Roach 
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 4:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 9:21 pm
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 9:25 pm
Jeremiah turned to look back at the empty living room. "Kori?! Come on babe! We have to get going if we want to make the show!" For once, he actually sounded cheerful.
Especially, lately, this was odd. He turned to go back into the kitchen and grab a beer before sighing heavily and busting into the bedroom.
"Kor?" He glanced around the room, starting to get annoyed. He really wanted to see this damned movie and she was not making them late again.
Miah moved towards the bathroom and jiggled the doorknob. Locked.
"C'mon Kor!" He banged on the door lightly, at first. But he stopped before it got too loud.
He rested his back against the wall and rolled his eyes. As he ran his fingers through his hair and looked down at his outfit. Yeah, he didn't really like wearing button ups often, but he thought this one looked pretty damn good on him.
And jeans were his life.
Well that and beer.
Oh right.
He cracked the lid off the top of the bottle and took a long swig.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 9:31 pm
Jonathen laid back on the blanket that laid out in the grass. He pulled out his camera again and smirked as he snapped a picture of his blonde girlfriend.
Who was snacking on some chips that he had packed along.
He sat up and stuck his tongue out at her, playfully. "I got you again!" He flipped through the pictures for a moment before showing her the most recent one.
"You look gorgeous baby," Jon leaned over and snagged a chip from her hand with his teeth. "Do you want me to throw you together a sandwhich?"
They had just gotten to the park a little bit ago for their picnic that he had been planning for awhile. But she was always too busy or wanted to do something else.
Finally, he convinced her to go with him.
Jon spit out his gum, the other way onto the grass and smiled brightly at her.
He fixed his tie, that he was wearing just because. His khaki pants were freshly ironed and his button down shirt, which was one of Audreys favorites was perfect looking.
Jonathen liked being put together when he went out with Audrey and he definatly enjoyed not being bitched out for looking out of place.
Though, the tie was probably a bit much for the park..
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:15 pm
KoriAshleyHannigan And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you areKori was in the bathroom connected to the room that she and her boyfriend, Jeremiah shared. She was just about completely ready when he called out to her. And, considering he sounded cheerful enough for once, she didn't say anything back. The reason for this being, that she could just surprise him with how she looked and be completely ready only moments after he started nagging her.
It was something new to try anyway, since yelling "I'm almost done" every time didn't seem to work.
All she had left was to touch up her makeup, which she finished just as he started banging on the bedroom door. Well... she had known if she didn't lock the bedroom door, it would be the bathroom door he was banging on, and that was even more annoying.
She turned the light off, stepped out of the bathroom, slipped into her black heels, unlocked and opened the bedroom door to stand near Jeremiah.
"Hey baby, all ready!" she said, smiling, in her flowing, and also short, turqoise dress.
She was so good, she didn't even let the smile fade when she saw he was already drinking, and they hadn't even gotten there yet.
And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around
        I take a step back, let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof
Now you know
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:31 pm
By the time she finally came out Jeremiah had already drank most of his beer. "Finally, we're going to be late." He side glanced at her, smiling like a nut and in a low cut dress.
He half considered just walked out of the apartment, expecting her to follow. But dammit, she looked pretty damn hot. "Could be shorter,"
He slid his hand up her thigh as he leaned in to kiss her lips. For once, his touch was soft.
This rarely, if ever, happened. "Now lets go," He pulled away quickly and finished off the beer. But he didn't leave the house without grabbing another one to take on the road.
It took atleast three to get him buzzing. At least.
Miah nodded for her to follow as he left their apartment and made his way down the stairs to his blue sixty nine camaro.
There was no opening her door, hell she was lucky he managed to unlock her side, when he got into the drivers seat.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, else ever drove his car.
Never ever ever.
Jeremiah took another swig of his second beer, downing near-half of it already.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:39 pm
 Audrey
Audrey was sitting at the edge of the blanket, leaning her back against a tree, carefully of course, because she didn't want to get anything in her hair by leaning back too far with her head. And, since she didn't eat junk food very often, she had decided the bag of chips Jon had brought along were hers.
Although, as she was eating them slowly, she was currently staring off across the park, trying to figure out if the guy at the benches over there was who she thought he was. In which case, she hoped he didn't come over, because while she was with her boyfriend wasn't the best time.
Not that it was that big of a deal, but she wasn't in the mood.
Audrey jumped a little, hearing the sudden noise of a camera going off from Jon's direction, but she turned, smiling, for now.
"How many pictures do you have of me eating? That doesn't look good you know" she teased, leaning over to look at as he showed her. And that, only to have him still the remaining chip from her hand, with his teeth no less.
"Mmm... in a moment perhaps" she said, but didn't resume her position. Instead, she had something else in mind, which started with her grabbing his tie, pulling him closer to her, so she could press her lips to his, with her other hand dropping the chip bag to come up behind his head..   XXX||X||Audreana||X||Melony||X||Scotts||X||
XXXXXDon't you disagree
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCause you know it's all about me
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBe at my beck and call
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a know-it-all
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd it's all your fault
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:46 pm
"Hmm, probably six or seven," Or ten or fifteen..same thing.
"And you look beautiful, no matter what baby," Thats when she turned to grab his tie.
And suddenly, Jon was very glad he had worn that thing. Audrey yanked him closer and their lips collided. His hands moved around her waist as he laid down on his back. Of course, he brought her on top.
Which was normally how she liked it. Being in control and all. And if she was happy, he was happy.
What guy wouldn't love to have a sexy blonde on top of him? Exactly.
Her hand rested on the back of his head, his remained on her waist. And his lips continued to move with hers.
Only a slight pause, "There's kids around," He chuckled. Though, he didn't seem to care.
Because he had caught her staring off at some guy across the park and if she knew him, and he knew what it meant when Audrey knew some guy, then he liked the PDA. A lot.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:53 pm
KoriAshleyHannigan And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you areWell, of course she was still chastised the second she came out, but that was to be expected, and really, it wasn't all that bad. Could be much much worse, she knew. But he was in a good mood! And that was always a good thing.
"Sorry" she murmured, but was still in a pretty good mood herself.
Despite what he said about the dress too, she thought he liked it on her, and the type of comment was typical really. He always thought whatever she had on could be a little shorter, reveal a little more.
He leaned in to kiss her, with his hand sliding up her thigh, making her shiver, but in a good way, compared to how it could have been, and she kissed him back too.
Light, gentle. Damn was she going to feel horrible if she messed this up! As she was most likely going to somehow. It was just too good. Almost like it used to be...
Kori nodded, and turned to follow him after he finished the beer off and walked out the door, but not without grabbing another one. At least he wasn't a light weight, by any means.
She had to wait until he got around to his side, got in, and unlocked her door, before she could slide into the passengers seat of his car, setting her purse down by her feet.
And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around
I take a step back, let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof
Now you know
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 11:39 pm
Audrey
Ah, six or seven, that wasn't weird at all. But she wasn't complaining about how much he liked to take pictures of her. It just went with her ego, since her pictures always turned out well anyway.
But now Audrey wasn't just leaning forward to kiss him, because Jon had put his arm around her waist before laying back, which put her right on top of him. Meaning her move had worked out rather nicely.
The hand still in his hair gripped his rather wild locks, which usually remained that way no matter what. Something she both liked, and was annoyed by, at the same time.
He paused briefly to mention kids, and she just laughed under her breath.
"They are lucky if I don't just undress you right here" she whispered into his ear, then pressed her lips to it, as her other hand subtly snaked under his shirt, and ran her manicured nails lightly up to his chest.
Not that she wouldn't be tempted, but she wouldn't actually do that in public- because it was illegal, and some a*****e might actually try to stop them, or even call the cops.
But it didn't mean she could tease him, and she wasn't beyond doing worse things, such as sticking her hand in his pants instead.
But not yet, so for now, her lips returned back to his and bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it out, before inserting her tongue into his mouth for a bit of more fun. XXX||X||Audreana||X||Melony||X||Scotts||X||
XXXXXXXXXXDon't you disagree
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCause you know it's all about me
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBe at my beck and call
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a know-it-all
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd it's all your fault
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 5:21 am
"And I'm unlucky," Jon grinned as her lips pressed to his ear and her hand moved up his shirt. He shivered at her touch.
"Aud..Audrey," He replied shakily. He knew she wasn't above doing a lot in public, not anything too illegal but still. He didn't want them getting carried away.
Kids did not need to see this, much less much more. But her nails raked up his chest and he sighed softly.
God, it was so easy for her to get him off. It wasn't even funny!
But then her lips brushed back to his. And her teeth grabbed ahold of his bottom lip to pull at it. Thats when he felt her tongue on his. "Mmm," He hummed as his muscle tangled with hers.
Her hand was pulling gently at his hair and his hands, on her hips, massaged her skin gently as he moved his lips with hers. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, rather softly.
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