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Post by { reagan james , on Mar 2, 2009 7:53:30 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
she looked up at him, hearing his next sentence, and hearing him, she couldn't help but laugh. “as much as i would love to do that, i'm not fighting your battles for you. why don't you get...uh.....” she tried to think. “hm...you could find another girl that hates her. or just find a dude with no morals.” she smirked, pleased with her logic. not really; she just loved teasing him. it was fun. “'sides, i'm not ready to get punched back today. gimma a few days, and i might take you up on that offer.” on the other hand, she wouldn't mind hitting that girl.
when he didn't say anything, she couldn't help but smirk at him, the good smile gone already. those never lasted with her. 'yes?” she asked in a perfectly polite voice. she could be so spastic something, and other times she could just be this random girl that'll do or say anything that was remotely weird. this was one of those moments. she even surprised herself; she'd been for sure she would've punched him for something. maybe she was growing soft...ugh. she shook that thought out of her mind. she doubted it.
she listened to him, and she felt...bad for him. he really seemed to care about his little sister a lot. she couldn't help but think that was absolutely adorable.
for him, anyways. well, no, that was lying. she couldn't help but think it was cute of him. nowadays no one really cared about this sort of things unless they were really close, which not many teenagers were with siblings. “so...why not go see her? take a few days off and head on up there? i think she would love that more than a phone call.” if she was that little girl, she would too. she'd be happy to see her older brother after who knows how long.
hearing him, she didn't look up, but she shut up, which was a first. she didn't know what else to say. that still left her with the 'should she go see her dad or not' question burning bright in her mind. but she wasn't going to let it bother her while she was up and out. she'd think more later. she took a breath and looked up. “i'll figure something out.” she shrugged as if it was no big deal. she looked up at the sky, not caring of the wind, trying to think of a better topic to talk about. but the family troubles just seemed to be on her mind now. “but hey, i know, off topic, but go back and see your sister. if i was her, i would love a visit more than a phone call.” she gave him somewhat of a smile before laughing. “if you want i'll even go with you for....moral support or whatever.”
word count! 481 >.<
tag! ty!
outfit! clickyy
music! this love by the veronicas
misc! i tried and failed. =[
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Post by [ ty emerson , on Mar 2, 2009 16:37:15 GMT -5
he smirked as she spoke, and pretended to be disappointed. "awh man." he said, pouting like a little kid. he thought about her other ideas, though, and they didn't seem all that bad. a girl as bitchy as that tory-eliot-whatever couldn't have too many friends, and she was bound to have at least a few girls that weren't afraid she'd rip their heads off. and a guy without morals couldn't be too hard to find; this is new york, after all. he heard her continue talking, and he smirked at her again. i'll ask you in a few days, then. maybe you'll be willing to help the cause by that point."
he almost laughed at how spastic and random she was being. before this point, he would have bet anything that she would punch him if she had the chance(given, of course, that she was sober at the time) she continued to surprise him today, though, from the very beginning when she sat down across from him to this point when she passed up a perfectly good opportunity to punch him.
he felt almost weak talking to her about this. maybe weak wasn't the right word, but still. he wasn't one of those sensitive guys that always talked about their feelings and missed their four-year-old little sister; it was weird of him to talk to her like this. still, she at least seemed like she understood. and given what she had told him about her father and her sister dying, he was pretty sure she did, in fact, understand. he shrugged when she suggested going up to visit. "i don't know." he said. "i mean, my mom and step-dad aren't exactly fond of me; i don't know what they'd say to an unexpected visit." he shrugged again. he was positive that she was right; olivia would love for him to come up for a visit. still, he wasn't quite sure it was worth the hell he'd get from his mother and step-father; the questioning he was sure he'd get, the "do you need money? i'm not giving it to you" talk, etc.
looking at her, he saw that she was looking down at her shoes again, and he felt bad. her situation was worse than his by a long shot, and he couldn't even begin to tell her what to do. she was at least trying to help him by giving him suggestions, and he was just taking it like a bum and not giving anything back in return. she changed the subject back to his problem, and he let out a half-smile at her words. "alright." he said. "i'll go if you come with me, like you said, for moral support. we might have to take a plane, though, unless you feel like driving a few days over to portland." he smirked again, and thought for a second before speaking. "and, after that, i think you should go see your dad. i'll go with you there, if you want."
word count! :: 501!
music! :: 'the point' by eatmewhileimhot!
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Post by { reagan james , on Mar 5, 2009 16:49:33 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 pretending to be disappointed, she tried not to laugh. instead, she tried to put an understanding look on her face. "sorry, hon. i just have to deny that." she couldn't help but laugh a bit after how that sounded; it was pretty lame sounding anyways. she was in an oddly good mood today. she'd have to kill this goodness soon. she looked at him as he said that he'd ask her in a few days. "oh, trust me. in a few days i'll probably be back to normal and bitching at life again, so that might totally work. i know much you love my bitchy side." sarcasm was dripping out of her voice as she spoke. it was quite funny.
she could tell that she caught him off guard with her spastic behavior. hanging out with garret and kaylee for too long did this to her. "what? i'm not a pure bitch with a stick up my ass every day, you know." she rolled her eyes at her own words; even she called herself that, yes. she honestly never cared what anyone called her, or what she called herself. it was either the truth, or other's attempts to break her down. she got too used to it. she was able to push past it all and call herself a bitch. she found it pretty easily, to be honest.
she looked up at him. she felt...bad talking about this with him. missing out on his little sister's birthday seemed to be really eating at him. her blunt information might not have done any good though. she watched as he talked, and she shrugged as he did. "this is for your little sister. i'm sure that seeing her being happy to see you would be way worth it." she gave him a small smile. this was actually working; talking with ty, which rarely ever did. the signs were screwed up today... she pulled back into the conversation as he talked again. hearing him, she raised an eyebrow. "you'd really let me come with you while you went to visit your sister?" that was a total shocker; she had doubted that he'd do that.
"hm..okay. fine. plane. i don't feel like sitting in a car with you for days. i don't have the patience." she said in a teasing voice. "but sure. i'll come for moral support." it'd be cool to get away for a few days and head to portland. she looked up at him as he said that she should go back. hearing his offer, she definitely felt her eyebrow raise into the air. "hm..okay. i'll go with you, then we'll go see my dad. you mind a few hours, maybe a day, on a plane to australia, mate?" she smirked at him. this was turning out to be one of the best conversations she had with the boy for a long time.
word count! 485
tag! ty!
outfit! clickyy
music! from yesterday by 30 seconds to mars
misc! better than my last post by 4 words. xD
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