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Post by [ ty emerson , on Jan 21, 2009 16:28:50 GMT -5
for the first time in god knows how long, ty emerson had gotten up early enough on a school day to actually go to class. he never bothered to set his alarm clock; chances are he'd decide not to go to class that day, anyway. the only class he ever really showed up for what photography, and some days he didn't even feel like sitting through that. he didn't like being told what to do, being told what to photograph. he'd rather just take pictures of things that popped out to him, not some anorexic model with an attitude problem who thought she was the next tyra banks.
still, when he rolled over in his bed to look at the time on his alarm clock, he was extremely surprised to see that it read just before 8 o'clock. he rubbed his eyes and checked again, but the time stayed the same. he usually woke up some time after noon, but this time must have been an exception. it was a monday, too. saturday night he'd partied hard, stayed out to atleast five in the morning. he didn't even remember going to bed that night, so he'd crashed pretty early on sunday. maybe that was why he was up so early now; his internal clock was all screwed up. it was like he'd gone to another country or something.
he scratched his head and yawned before getting up to get ready; he was up now, why waste the day by sitting around and doing nothing? maybe his teachers would be generous and give him a good grade for the day just for showing up, although he doubted they would. even if they did, it probably wouldn't stop him from failing the class, or at least in most cases. still, it wouldn't hurt to try; he wasn't even sure if all of his teachers new his name yet. if they did, it was probably because they all talked shit about him and why he didn't go to class in the teachers lounge. teachers had no lives; they had to do something on their breaks.
photography, luckily, was his first class of the day. he's skipped the day before, so he was alerted as soon as he walked in(still yawning, of course) that today was one of those days that the photography majors and the modeling majors teamed up to make more for their respective portfolios. he groaned internally; obviously the day he showed up to class they did the worst possible thing. even so, he didn't complain; he didn't want to ruin his grade in the one class he actually enjoyed.
not even an hour later, he was absolutely done for the day. photography was his first and only class that day, or at least the only one he'd be attending. the bitchy modeling majors screwed everything up. he'd been assigned to photograph some chick named eliot, and she'd started yelling at him before he'd even taken one picture. 'my name is tory!' she'd yelled, flipping her hair in the kind of weird way that all rich snotty girls did. the rest of the shoot had consisted of her trying to tell him how to do his job, and that was one thing he hated more than anything.
he let out a few curses and walked straight off the campus. he hadn't had a cup of coffee this morning; maybe that was what he needed. the local starbucks was only a few blocks away, and it was pretty nice out for january, so he walked there. in fact, he ran there, trying to get the thoughts of the bitchy girl out of his head and get to his beloved coffee sooner. he ordered his usually as soon as he walked in the door of the shop, and sat at the nearest empty table as soon as it was prepared. so much for going to class.
tag! :: rini! // regan! word count! :: 658! music! :: 'whisper something fragile' by the cab! outfit! :: here! misc! :: ahh! i ramble mucho.
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Post by { reagan james , on Jan 21, 2009 21:04:40 GMT -5
it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention it's like the alcohol making my head spin your scent is the rum the room is the bottle keeping me hopeless till i wake up tomorrow
classes really weren't reagan's favorite thing to be attending in the morning. in fact, most of the time she didn't even wake up early enough to get to class. it would be about three or something, and she'd find her classes ended about an hour before. but when reagan woke up this morning, she saw it was about nine; half an hour after her first class started. that was probably the earliest she'd ever gotten up. so after spending about half an hour getting ready, she figured, what the hell, i'll go to class. she made it in time for the start of her second class, and she was just amazed that her teacher remembered her. and better yet, she remembered the woman's name. but microbiology wasn't exactly the most interesting class in the world. high school biology was more interesting. but she paid attention pretty well; there wasn't anything to stare off at.
it felt good to know what the professors were talking about again. she felt a bit caught up, but the closer it got to her major class, the more her attention slipped to the point where she just asked to leave her psychology class because of 'feeling sick'. she ended up wandering down to the music class before hers, and spent the last half hour with them, plus the hour and a half of her own class. two hours of music; who didn't love that? but even the class that seemed to make her even the slightest bit normal couldn't make her even the slightest bit happy; she didn't know why. she probably wasn't in a smiling mood that day. but then, when was she ever? only when she was with the people she actually talked with and liked.
finally, the painstaking classes had ended. she honestly didn't feel like having information forced into her head. she needed a little pick me up. but yeah, the bar was closed for now. where the fuck was she to go? the next best place in the world ( not, not DisneyWorld, though that was a close second ); Starbucks. it took about five minutes to walk to starbucks from campus, so she toughed it out in the cold. she'd just get an extra good beverage to make up for her actually walking in thirty degree weather with wind blowing at her face. so after about ten minutes of walking in freezing weather, she finally made it into starbucks. woohoo.
stepping inside, she shook her head, trying to thaw her hair out of the frozen state it had become. she walked up to the counter and, seeing her favorite cashier, bob or bryan or joe or whatever his name. she ordered her normal pumpkin spice latte, she stood at the counter, her black chipped fingernails tapping the counter anxiously. she was still freezing, and she was impatient that day. but when was she not impatient? she looked up just as whatshisname showed up again with her order. giving more than the required amount and telling him to keep the change, she looked around for a table; she didn't feel like having to walk back to campus. but every single freaking person and their grandmother decided to come to starbucks today. the only table that was semi-open was the one with somebody she wasn't sure she wanted to sit with. seeing ty emerson sitting alone at a table, she sighed before walking up to his table. "how come you're alone today?" she sat down across from him, an eyebrow raised. she thought he wouldn't be the type to just be alone; he seemed like he'd have like a group of people around him.
looking out the window, she rested her head on her hand as she watched people walk by, their heads bowed against the wind that she'd been fighting against a while ago. she turned back to him before talking, her mouth remaining in a semi straight line. "so what's up with you?" she was actually trying to be friendly; she didn't know why either. she just...wanted to.
word count! 679 tag! ty! outfit! clickyy music! vegas skies by the cab! misc! yayyy. and haha. i ramble too. xD
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Jan 24, 2009 18:46:45 GMT -5
it only took a few minutes of sitting alone for ty to realize that it probably wasn't the best idea to come to starbucks. sure, he got coffee, and that was always a plus, but most of the time going to starbucks was much more fun when you had someone to talk with. there was only so much you could take of sitting at a table by yourself drinking a hot beverage. and plus, you looked like a complete loser. that was something he always tried to avoid; hell, he was sure that everyone tried to avoid it. who really liked looking like a loser?
as he sipped his coffee a few times, he regretted his decision to even get out of bed this early. he glanced at his watch quickly; he usually wasn't even awake by this point. most kids actually went to class, assuming it took a lot to even get into the school that they all attended. there were three divisions of the students at the academy. there were the smart kids, the ones who were always focused on their studies so that they wouldn't flunk out. then there were the talented ones, the ones who were at this school for a reason and spent most of their time practicing their work for their respective majors. and then there was the other group, the one that ty was apart of, that got into the school with sheer luck and didn't give a shit whether they flunked out or not.
he absentmindedly twirled his coffee cup around in front of him for lack of anything else to do. he let his mind wander to unimportant things, successfully forgetting about the bitchy girl who'd made his day miserable. it was completely miraculous how quickly boredom consumed your mind. one moment you could be totally stressed and worried about one thing, and once you got bored, all you thought about was things you could do to relieve yourself of that boredom.
he hadn't even noticed just how full the small starbucks was until he made it a point to look around. every single table was full of all kinds of different people; it seems he'd gotten there just before the rush came in. he focused back on his coffee for a few seconds, and was startled when someone familiar came up to him and asked him a question. regan james; what did she want? really the only time they were civil was when they were both drunk at a party, and they definitely weren't drunk at a party right now.
"because i was pissed and starbucks was the only place i could think of to go. and i didn't really feel like ruining other people's lives with my bad moods." he said to her, looking up from his drink. he raised an eyebrow at her as she sat down across from him; that was unexpected. still, it looked like his table was the only one even slightly available, and since they sort of knew each other... oh well. the girl sounded uncharacteristically friendly today, so he shrugged and decided to make an attempt to be nice. "nothing. i actually got up for class this morning, but that was a bust."
word count! :: 546! music! :: 'trouble' by nevershoutnever! misc! :: sorry it took so long!
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Post by { reagan james , on Jan 25, 2009 15:06:16 GMT -5
it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention it's like the alcohol making my head spin your scent is the rum the room is the bottle keeping me hopeless till i wake up tomorrow
she was being pretty nice that day. it was quite odd....she didn't think much of it. she blamed her niceness on the latte. she was just happy to be inside adn warm instead of outside suffering like she'd been a bit ago. so what if it was with ty emerson? she'd deal. the situation between the two of them was very interesting. they weren't the best of friends, really; hell, they weren't even friends in general. but when they were both fucked, they were two of the closest friends anyone could find. it was honestly hilarious whenever people came up to them and told them that they wished they were as good as friends as her and ty were. she'd often scoff the idea; her and ty being best friends without being drunk would be interesting, to say the least.
looking up at him as he talked, she rolled her eyes slightly as he talked. "well, starbucks does seem to easy pissy moods." hey, it was working for her, and she was way more of a bitch than he was. though maybe when he was pissed he was a close second, who knew? she surely didn't; the only side she really saw was that 'best friend' side from when they were both wasted. but they weren't wasted now, so she was probably about to see the 'real' ty.
she couldn't help but laugh as he finished his sentence. "wow. we thought alike today. i woke up just in time for my second course...then just zoned out through the other four or five i had. even my major class was sort of eh." she shrugged as she used a random little sound effect in the form of a word. that was something she rarely did, something she used to do when she was little. damn it what was wrong with her today...
taking a sip of her drink, she placed it down on the table before reaching up and tying her pretty frozen hair off her neck and into a ponytail. she glanced up at him before trying to make a conversation; that wasn't something she was too good with. "so...." she tried to think of something to say, her face probably going through four different expressions before finally landing on 'stumped'. "i got nothing...i'm not good with conversations." she shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. maybe he could think nof something, because she was lacking any idea on conversations.
word count! 410 tag! ty! outfit! clickyy music! puppies by j-bigga misc! oh gosh that is really horrible; i'm sorry! museless day for reagan. Dx
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Jan 27, 2009 18:57:32 GMT -5
ty was surprised the she was being so nice today, or at least she seemed it. the only time he'd really ever seen or heard her be nice was when she was drunk, and he was usually too drunk to notice at the time, as well. it was a nice change, of course; no one liked being around someone who was angry or depressed or anything negative all the time. he knew that, even if that was how he acted a majority of the time.
he nodded as she spoke, and took a long sip of his drink. she was right; that was exactly why he'd thought it would be a good idea to go there in the first place. he shrugged, though. "i guess. but it doesn't really seem to be working right now." the coffee had really only worked in terms of distraction for a few minutes, and after many of those segments of two minutes, the thought of the bitchy girl that had pissed him off presented itself in his mind yet again.
he heard her laugh after he finished his sentence, and he looked up at her with an eyebrow raised. did she think he was kidding? really, did she think that he really spent his days in class, eagerly taking notes while a teacher lectured on about the different angles of a parallelogram or what happened during world war ii? when she spoke, though, he understood why she laughed. their schedules for the day had been pretty similar.
"at least you can say your major class was 'eh'" he quoted, taking yet another sip of his warm drink. "mine completely sucked. i had to take pictures of some girl, and she got pissed at me for calling her her first name, and then she tried to do my job. she was a complete bitch; ruined my entire day." he let out an aggravated sigh. he smirked when she gave up her attempt to start a conversation. "i guess it's my turn to be a conversation starter?" he asked, and smirked again. "why'd you decide to come here, of all places?"
word count! :: 365! music! :: 'why do you let me stay here' by she and him! misc! :: bleh! really short and sucky. sorry.
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Post by { reagan james , on Jan 28, 2009 11:16:43 GMT -5
it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention it's like the alcohol making my head spin your scent is the rum the room is the bottle keeping me hopeless till i wake up tomorrow
jeez. today was a good day for reagan. normal reagan was probably one of the bitchiest people to ever walk on this campus. she was acting as though she were completely wasted with ty. except she wasn't...starbucks coffee was magical, that was her deduction. she looked up at him as he talked. "well, you're not in that bad of a mood today. at least in my opinion. trust me." she knew pissy moods; he just seemed...agitated, maybe.
looking at him as he quoted her, she took a sip of her drink as he took a sip of his. she listened as he talked about this girl, and she thought about it. she had a feeling she'd heard of the girl before. "is her name like...tory?" if so, then she totally knew why the girl bitched at him. she would have beaten his ass if he wasn't the photographer for calling her by her first name. she didn't know her personally, but heard enough about her to figure that out. she took a sip of her drink, and nodded her head as he said that it was his turn to be a conversation starter. "pretty much. i'm dying over here; your turn to do that."
she looked up at him as he asked why she decided starbucks. "well...coffee, pretty much. i was dying for something warm to drink all day. and starbucks was the best choice. but walking here was annoying as hell. it's fucking 20 something degrees outside!" she frowned at that; she still felt as though she were defrosting. stupid weather. taking a longer sip of her drink, she looked up at him. "well, aside from complaining about that girl, you seem positively friendly today. any particular reason?" she was curious; she knew she was being friendly today too, and why she had no idea. but that didn't mean that he had to be just as friendly. it was quite a weird thing... "you're not drunk and i'm just being stupid and noticing that, right?" she smirked slightly at him; that would be hilarious, in her opinion.
she glanced out the window once again. it was at least somewhat brighter outside than it had been before. sure, now it warms up slightly now that she's inside. she rolled her eyes at nature's patterns before turning back to the guy sitting across from her. "i know this might probably be the last thing you ever want to do in your life, but...do you want to hang out after this?" she asked him. it was awkward; they'd never hung out outside of classes, other than parties, but she needed something to do. and ty was the one person she could think of at the moment, and not just because he was sitting across from her, even though that was a big part of it.
word count! 474 tag! ty! outfit! clickyy music! heavily broken by the veronicas misc! eh. better than last, sorrryy
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Feb 4, 2009 16:11:18 GMT -5
the more that reagan talked, the more surprised ty became. it wasn't the only time she'd ever really been nice to him, and she wasn't the nicest she'd ever been. still, it was the first time she'd ever been completely sober and even the slightest bit nice. he didn't take it personally at all; he knew she was like that to absolutely everyone when she wasn't drunk off her ass. he was like that most of the time, as well, so it didn't bother him. but that was why he was as surprised he was; because he knew from his own personality that it was an extremely rare experience.
he rolled his eyes and almost laughed when she said that he wasn't in that bad of a mood today. "i must be pretty damn good at acting cheerful, then." he said, letting out a sigh of frustration. looking down at his drink and taking a quick sip, he almost spit it out when she said the bitchy girl's name. he coughed a bit to clear his throat, and nodded quickly. "yeah, i think so. you know her? she's just about the biggest bitch i've ever had the misfortune to work with."
to his surprise, he had to let out the beginnings of a smile when she told him that it was his turn to be the conversation starter; just the way she said it.... he found it amusing. he listened to her as she spoke, taking more sips of his drink as he listened. "i guess it is pretty cold out." he said, shrugging. he was rather indifferent about the cold; it never stopped him from going outside, for a smoke or any other reason. it did in the beginning, but it wasn't long before he learned to get used to it. "i barely even notice the cold anyone." he said.
again, he was surprised he didn't start laughing when she said that he seemed friendly today. that was something he hadn't heard in a while, even on days that he didn't have something bothering him or pissing him off. "um, no." he replied. "i didn't think i was letting off the "friendly" vibe." he shrugged. "whatever. i mean, im kind of over it now, i guess." he couldn't help himself; he laughed when she asked if he was drunk. "no, i'm not drunk. yet." he said, smirking at her. "it's a little early to start with the alcohol, don't you think?"
he followed her gaze outside the window they were sitting next to, and he noticed the reflection of the sun on the sidewalk. if it had been '20 fucking degrees' like she'd said earlier, it had definitely warmed up by this point, not that it would have made any difference to him. he was surprised when she asked him if he wanted to hang out after this, but it did sound appealing. he was extremely bored, and reagan was proving to be pretty good company. "why not." he said, taking the last sip of his drink. "i don't mean to rush you or anything, but do you want to get going? im dying for a smoke, and i don't think the starbucks people would be appriciate it."
word count! :: 539! music! :: 'like a rolling stone' by william beckett, adam t. siska, ian crawford & alex deleon! misc! :: eh. it's better than the last one. but it's still pretty sucky. sorry!
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Post by { reagan james , on Feb 6, 2009 18:16:12 GMT -5
it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention it's like the alcohol making my head spin your scent is the rum the room is the bottle keeping me hopeless till i wake up tomorrow
she laughed slightly as he said he must have been good at acting. "maybe you are, who knows?" she shrugged dramatically before taking a sip of her drink. hearing him cough as she said tory's name, she looked down, trying not to laugh. hearing him go on, she covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. "i don't know her personally, just by name. i just heard that she hates being called by her first name." she shrugged, though she found it funny. the girl was one with a bad temper when it came to her name. she remembered when she had gone to the photography classes, when the models were there, just for the hell of it, and she'd gotten into a fight with the dude who called her eliot. it was truly interesting. she just didn't dare know the girl, because she had a hard time remembering nicknames for people, and would end up calling them by their first name. if reagan knew her, she would have been dead by now.
was it just her, or did she see the corners of his mouth turn up? she wasn't sure; she probably did just imagine it. hearing him, she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. it was almost typical of guys to not react well to the cold. she remembered when she and her father would go outside during the winter when they first moved to new york, and she'd always complain of the cold, while her father would laugh it off and say it was warm. she assumed it was a guy thing.
hearing him, she shrugged. "it's not really a vibe. it's just my very off assumption, i guess." she shrugged. "hey, it's better than arguing for no reason like normal, right?" that was true. it was funny how, while they could be the best of friends drunk, sober they never really had nice words to say to each other, it was quite interesting, she thought. they're relationship was turning out to improve rather than worsen, which was a very good thing in her mind. she looked back at him as he said he wasn't drunk yet. laughing slightly, she shrugged. "hey, it is for me, but i don't know about you, mate. it's quite possible, dont' you think?" she smirked at him as she took a sip of her drink. in all honesty she really did have the capability to go out and get drunk during the day. she just never did.
she could see him out of the corner of her eye, watching him look out the window as she asked him to hang out. she looked at him as he said why not, and she raised an eyebrow. he really would? that was interesting. she hadn't really expected him to say yes to hanging out. she was genuinely surprised. she looked up at him as he talked, and she shrugged. taking a big sip of her drink, she looked at him, smirking. "why not? lead the way, master." she said sarcastically, standing up from her seat. oh great...back outside. well, at least she wouldn't complain this time. much...
word count! 527 tag! ty! outfit! clickyy music! headlines read out by we the kings misc! i'm sorry; awful muse day. D:
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Feb 12, 2009 16:03:42 GMT -5
he shrugged again and turned to his drink. he knew he wasn't any actor; it was the theater majors that took care of that department. she was probably just being nice again, even if he didn't really get why. he saw her attempts not to laugh, and it was a bit irritating. she found his irritation and coughing funny? he tried to show his annoyance, but listened as she spoke. "well, that's obviously true." he said. "i called her 'eliot' or whatever the fuck her real name is and i swear to god i thought she was going to decapitate me." why the hell would someone care that much, anyway? it's just a name, for god's sake.
he nodded when she spoke to him, saying it was better than arguing. he had to agree with her there. even with his normally mean and annoyed disposition, he found arguing extremely pointless. most people didn't like admitting they were wrong even when they knew it, and he was one of those people. he wouldn't stop yelling and arguing until the other person gave up, and more often than not, that didn't happen; he was one who tried to avoid all arguements all together.
it was surprising to him that reagan and he were getting along as well as they were. they weren't the best of friends all of the sudden, obviously, but at least they weren't screaming at each other. in fact, it was sort of nice to have company, even if he prefered not to admit it. he let out the slightest bit of a chuckle when she said that it was, in fact, late enough for her to get trashed. he shrugged. "i guess it is possible. i'd just rather it be night." night parties were always the best one, and who liked to run around drunk while everyone was perfectly sober for the time being. apparently reagan. he probably wouldn't care, he just found it sort of pointless.
he saw the look of surprise on her face when he agreed to go with her, and he couldn't help but be genuinely surprised in himself. he wasn't really one to drop everything and go out with someone after less than an hour of talking with them; he liked to have plans, be organized. still, why not be spontaneous? it happened to everyone sooner or later. even if his spontanaity was something as little as leaving a coffee shop to hang out with someone he rarely got along with sober. he rolled his eyes when she called him 'master'. "smart ass." he muttered, grabbing the remainder of his drink and throwing it in the trashcan on the way out.
word count! :: 456! music! :: 'heartbeats(bed room rendition) by william beckett! misc! :: blah! sorry it's bad.
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Post by { reagan james , on Feb 15, 2009 19:27:29 GMT -5
it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention it's like the alcohol making my head spin your scent is the rum the room is the bottle keeping me hopeless till i wake up tomorrow
she watched him as he elaborated, and she rolled her eyes slightly. shrugging, she took a sip of her drink before speaking. “i guess it's just her. i don't know, but from what i've heard, she hates her first name or something.” she shrugged; she honestly couldn't care about her name, to be honest. people called her what they will, whether it was her first, middle, last name, or bitch, slut, and many of the other things that she had been called. she wouldn't have taken it seriously as this tory girl did, but from her point of view, she was entertained by this girl's anger over a name. it was just intriguing, and the fact that it irked him made it funnier.
in her mind, she still was surprised that she and ty hadn't started bitching each other out yet. it was quite interesting; the two were known for being best friends at parties, mostly when they were wasted or high. outside of parties, they rarely communicated, because their personalities irked each other to an extreme. most of the time it resulted in arguing over a stupid point, or just glaring at each other until one of them gave up and walked on. this was, dare she even think, slightly enjoyable, sitting across from him, drinking coffee, and talking like humans. hearing him talk, she shrugged. “honestly, i couldn't care less. though...hm....i guess there is more excitement in night parties.” she had to agree to that; night parties were way better than the ones in the day time by a long shot.
she stood up as he did, and hearing him mutter something, though she was almost certain she knew the two words that left his mouth, she raised an eyebrow. walking forward, she spoke as she was next to him, throwing out her thing of coffee. “excuse me?” she raised an eyebrow at him, almost daring him to repeat that to her face. she wouldn't care, either way; she just wanted to do it. some people, whenever she acted as though it bothered her, became flustered, and that was a form of entertainment for her. many a times it led to a good night while waking up the next morning in a warm bed with whatever the guy's name would be.
grabbing her coat, she pushed the door open, not sure if it gave ty enough time to get through, but she couldn't have cared less. shoving her arms through the sleeves, she was met with the freezing blast of wind that smacked her straight in the face. frowning, she turned around so that she was looking at him. “how about walk and talk? i don't feel like freezing my ass off in one spot.” she doubted she was going to even wait; no, maybe she was. she wasn't in a totally evil mood that day.
word count! 482 tag! ty! outfit! clickyy music! incredible by clique girlz misc! not suckyyyyy. =D
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Feb 15, 2009 21:25:18 GMT -5
he listened to her go on about the bitchy girl, and he nodded in agreement. he thought even more about it, trying hard not to let it piss him off again. it was easier than he thought it would be, at least this time; talking about it with reagan made the whole think seem like some stupid pathetic joke of a day. it was still surprising; most of the time when he talked about things with reagan, it ended up in shouts or glaring. he laughed, thinking more about the day. "you know, now that i think about it, it is a dude's name.. maybe i'll rub that in her face next time i see her. see how she likes that."
he was almost positive that reagan was thinking the exact same thing he was. not so much about the bitchy girl that'd caused him to come here in the first place, but about the fact that, under normal circumstances, they'd probably be screaming at each other by this point. she must think it was as weird as he did; hell, he knew a lot of people who would think it was weird if they could see the two of them now. still, it wasn't so bad. she was proving to be pretty good company today, after all. he nodded in agreement when she said that night parties were better, but didn't say anything more.
he continued walking towards the door, and it wasn't until she spoke that he realized she was standing next to him now. he saw the look on her face and smirked at her; it was a dare, and he knew it. still, he wasn't one to back down from a challenge, even if it was something as simple as calling her a name again. he looked right at her and moved so his face was right near her's, just to make her that much more irritated. "smart ass." he said, slowly and clearly, making sure she heard every word, every syllable. he moved away and smirked at her with satisfaction.
he hadn't brought a coat that morning, and he caught the door just before it could catch him off guard. he followed her as she walked out, reaching into his pocket to take out his carton of cigarettes as he did. he felt the wind blow as the two of them walked out, but it didn't really bother him; he was used to the cold. apparently, it bothered reagan, though; she asked him to start walking. he still stopped for a second so he could light his cigarette. once the end was deteriorating away, he continued walking with her. "we're walking.... so talk." he said, blowing smoke away from her and smirking once again.
word count! :: 467! music! :: 'holidays' by jim gaffigan! misc! :: not so bad! (: im proud of myself.
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Post by { reagan james , on Feb 16, 2009 13:20:41 GMT -5
it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention it's like the alcohol making my head spin your scent is the rum the room is the bottle keeping me hopeless till i wake up tomorrow
hearing his statement, she couldn't help but laugh. “have fun with that. but if she slaps you, i'm going to be pretty entertained.” she had to admit that; she wouldn't find anything funnier than him being slapped by a girl with a dude's first name. that was classic comedy right there. course, ty probably wouldn't be as entertained. eh. what did she care. she didn't say anything else until they were standing. seeing his face was right in front of hers, she glared up at him as he said his two words slowly, as though purposely trying to get her to punch him. she narrowed her eyes at him before leaning her head up, a raised eyebrow and a smirk visible on her face. “i wouldn't do that if i were you.”
as he walked out the door behind her, she stood there, her hands in her pockets, her foot tapping somewhat impatiently as he lit up a cigarette. hearing him, she rolled her eyes as him as she started up her pace once again. “hm..” she tried to think of something to say. conversations weren't exactly her strongest point. in fact, she was bloody awful when it came to talking. she often just said what came to her mind, and today her mind was drawing a blank on something to say. it was quite depressing in her mind. she looked up at the sky, trying to think of something to talk about. “so, how's life? aside from the whole girl with a dude's name drama?” that wasn't exactly how she wanted that to come out, but it was how it came out either way.
as they were walking, she started to think back, and it was random that she started thinking about this now. she'd gotten a letter from dad not too long ago, saying that he'd moved back to australia. he missed it there. she remembered how she'd been pissed off at that; that was where her sister had passed away, how could he go back to that place? and she was actually feeling remorse about it; she thought she should go back, but she couldn't make herself. and she wanted to ask somebody, to see what they would do. but so far, she couldn't think of anyone to ask. not garret, not any of her friends. she didn't know why; it was hard for her. so when she asked the question to ty, she was more surprised with herself than anything.
“so, my dad went back home a few weeks ago....and i feel.....i guess....guilty. i want to go back, but i haven't been there in years. it's, awkward you know? 'cause i want to see him, but at the same time i don't like it back there as much as i did....what would you do?” she stared down at her shoes, watching her feet avoid the cracks in the sidewalk. why the hell did she come out with this to ty? she wasn't sure. she was in a friendly mood, sure, but enough that she would talk to a guy she just barely got along with about something this perosnal that was making her go against everything she believed in? it was just hard for her, and very weird. she wouldn't be surprised if he blew it off or whatever, but she felt like talking. and he seemed like a better person than anyone, for the mere fact that, from what she knew, he was the kind of guy that said whatever came to his mind, like she did quite often.
word count! 599 tag! ty! outfit! clickyy music! be my escape by relient k misc! haha. that was totally random, but i couldn't think of anything to make it longer. -__-
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Feb 17, 2009 14:15:18 GMT -5
he heard her laugh, and he smirked back at her. "please. you think i'm going to let a girl slap me? right. you're dreaming." he wasn't the type of guy who hit girls, not in any circumstance, but he wouldn't let himself be hit by a girl. dodging slaps was something he'd grown to be good at doing, and he'd be prepared if he had to be. that girl definitely seemed like the type to slap or even throw a punch if she had to, but he wasn't going to let that happen. especially not if it was going to make people like reagan laugh.
"i'm so scared." he taunted, responding to her "threat". her glare was pretty intense, but he wasn't scared in the least bit. in fact, he was rather entertained. reagan was probably one of the only girls who would actually be a worthy opponent if he ever did stoop so low as to hit a girl, not that he would. she looked like one who'd throw a pretty good punch, but he wasn't going to test that theory. after all, he wasn't going to let a girl hit him.
he saw her foot tapping out of the corner of his eye as he lit his cigarette, and he couldn't help but smirk yet again. the impatient type, obviously; he so wanted to take even longer, just to piss her off. but he figured the whole 'smart ass' thing was enough for one day, so he hurried up and started walking with her. he wasn't exactly the world's best conversation starter, and she obviously wasn't either. he shrugged when she asked him the question. "i don't know.. okay, i guess. my little sister called me the other day; it was her birthday. i felt like such an ass because i forgot to call her."
it was weird for him to bring up his little siblings, especially with someone he wasn't really close with. still, it was the only thing he could really think of to say. strangely, though, he didn't feel weird about talking to reagan about it. he didn't think she even knew he had a little sister before this point, but it was okay. at least he was talking, right? it surprised him even more when reagan started talking, in detail. he just shut his mouth and listened. "well, i guess it depends." he said. "is there a specific reason you don't want to go back?" he asked. he felt like an ass asking, because she'd probably told him at one point or another; he just couldn't remember.
word count! :: 445! music! :: 'bout to get fruit punched, homie' by the wonder years!
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Post by { reagan james , on Feb 23, 2009 16:26:30 GMT -5
it's twelve o'clock and i need your attention it's like the alcohol making my head spin your scent is the rum the room is the bottle keeping me hopeless till i wake up tomorrow
hearing him, she rolled her eyes. “i bet the girl would seriously punch you. she does seem like the type to throw a good one at anybody.” she hoenstly did, which was probably why reagan never, in her life, had tried to mess with the girl. she'd rather not get into a random fight with some bitch that seemed to be so obsessed with people calling her by her middle name ( something she honestly did not understand; if she hated it so much why didn't she just get her named change? )
hearing him taunting her, she frowned at him even more. reaching up, she grabbed his collar, pulling him down so that their eyes were level with each other. she let the slightest of smirks show up her face. “you should be.” it wasn't exactly beneath her to hit him, but she likes messing with him. it was quite interesting with what he could throw back at her. she was a fighter, when the time came, but she honestly doubted she'd punch him. with a good reason, anyways. she had the capability to be able to punch him even without a good reason. she stared at him for a second before doing something completely un-reagan like. she gave him a big grin before letting go, taking a step back.
finally, they started walking. she was thankful; standing in one place meant getting cold, and she didn't feel like getting even more cold. at least if she was walking she might warm up slightly. it was worth a shot anyways. hearing him, she looked up. she frowned, shaking her head. “well, yeah....i understand that feeling. but just give her a call later today; i'm sure she'd understand.” now, she didn't really know if she would, but it was worth a good try. “you and your little sister are pretty close then, i'm going to guess?” if they were, she would have to think that was sort of cute. she didn't know why, but it was weird, because not many things did she confisder cute.
she pulled her hood up at the same moment he asked if there was a reason she didn't want to go back. shrugging, she continued walking, her focus becoming suddenly interested in her shoes. “my sister died back at home a few years back. freshman year, maybe? so i guess i feel...i dunno, awkward going back, you know?” she wasn't exactly sure if what she said made any sense, but it felt good to kind of walk and talk about it. even if it was with ty.
word count! 437 tag! ty! outfit! clickyy music! all around me by flyleaf misc! sorry it's short. =[ next one will be longer, i pwomise!
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Feb 23, 2009 17:49:54 GMT -5
he chuckled, and nodded in agreement. "she probably would..." he said, thinking. his dad has always been one of those fathers that tried to teach their kids life lessons; one of the ones he'd practically drilled into his son's brain was that "real men never hit girls". ty had always followed that example; he'd never even hit a girl in a kidding way. another one of those lessons, though, was classic: "never start a fight, and always finish it." he turned to reagan, a smirk on his face. "maybe you could fight this one for me, reagan. i mean, i can't hit a girl, but since you are a girl..." he didn't bother finishing the sentence, and laughed at himself.
when she pulled him down by his collar to her eye level, he was the tiniest bit shocked. not so much shocked as unprepared; he just wasn't expecting that. he raised an eyebrow at her when she spoke, and for a minute, he was expecting her to at least attempt to hit him. he prepared himself, making sure she wouldn't catch him off guard like she had when she pulled him by the collar. and yet she surprised him again when a huge grin came on her face; she smiled wider than he'd ever seen her smile before, even when she was wasted. it was funny.
he nodded when she said she understood the feeling, but he doubted she did; at least not the extent of it. he could only see and talk to his sister a few times in the year, and to miss one of those opportunities just because he was being stupid was probably the dumbest thing he could ever do. sure, he could call her later, but it wouldn't be the same. it wasn't her birthday anymore, and she only turned four once. "well, yeah." he said when the girl asked. "she's only four, though. my mom's daughter, so technically she's my half-sister. my dad has another son, too; he's six. but i live with my dad and step mom and brother when i'm not here, so i only get to see my sister on special occasions. so i feel like an ass that i didn't call her."
she got quieter once he asked, and that didn't go unnoticed. he looked over at her, and she was looking down at her feet. he listened to her, and suddenly felt bad for asking. even he could sympathize with loosing a family member, even if it'd never happened to him personally. "i get it... i mean, as much as i can. i get why you'd feel weird going back... honestly, i don't know what i'd do if i were you." he felt like an ass, but it was the truth. if he were her, he'd probably be asking the same thing she was asking him.
word count! :: 485! music! :: 'a theme for your ego' by a loss for words!
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