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Post by * reagan landers on Jul 27, 2009 13:36:37 GMT -5
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And that it is everything you've ever wanted out of here[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] “Jay, where the hell are my green skinnies?!” bushing her hair out of her face, she groaned as she received no reply from jayden. Either he was still asleep or just not in the dorm. She was stuck in the bathroom, having been stupid enough to forget to bring her jeans into the bathroom with her. Shaking her head, she grabbed the spare towel that was in the bathroom and wrapped it around her waist as she pulled the door open. Yeah, he wasn’t even in the room. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head as she reached over and opened the first drawer on her bureau. She still couldn’t find her green skinnies. Hm.. maybe she needed to rethink the whole letting jayden steal her jeans thing. “jay, you stupid loser!” she noahed, pulling out her black skinnies instead. Going back into the bathroom, she got dressed in her black skinnies and a grey Boys Like Girls shirt. Plugging her flat iron in, she hummed to herself as she waited for it to heat up. Hm… she needed music. Exiting the bathroom, she grabbed her iPod before bringing it into the bathroom and putting it into her iHome. Turning her iPod on and hitting shuffle, she smiled as she heard Mayday Parade’s Jamie all over playing. Singing along, she picked up her flat iron and started singing along being sure that she didn’t burn herself as she sang, even dancing the slightest bit. She wa sin a pretty good mood that morning, despite the whole not being able to find her favorite green skinny jeans. As she finished straightening her hair, she felt her phone go off in the bedroom. Sighing, she put her flat iron down before running towards the bedroom, flying over the bed and grabbing her phone. As she felt her stomach make contact with the bed, she hit the Talk button on her phone as she put it to her ear. “Hello? … Jay, where are you? ….. what, with who? Mikey? …. We had plans! ….. no, no, it’s fine… OH, have you seen my green skinnies, by any chance? …. What the hell, I want those back! Those are my favorite! ….. ugh, you’re so hopeless….. yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to you later. Bye!”
Hanging up, she tossed her phone back onto the bed as she pushed herself up off the bed. Running into the bathroom really quick, she picked up her straightener, finishing straightening the back of her head. Her hair was getting long nowadays… she definitely needed to get a haircut soon. Turning off her straightener, she applied a bit of eyeliner and ran a hand through her hair. Since her plans with Jay to go to Cedar Point again had to be pushed off again, she needed to find something to do to keep her occupied. Leaving the bathroom, she grabbed her phone, she laid on her stomach again as she scrolled through her contacts. As she reached peoples’ names, she read of reasons they couldn’t hang out. She’d already talked to most of these people, and they either had friends, boyfriends, or family that they were with. Sighing, she got off her bed and grabbed Jay’s wallet that he left on the table. Pulling out a ten, she threw his wallet back onto his bed as she grabbed her keys and her phone, and left the dorm. Now that she was free, she was going to go get some coffee. She hadn’t been to Starbucks in a while, and she was looking forward to it now. Locking the door behind her, she hopped down the stairs, her hand running over the banister. If the banister for the stairs was good enough, she would have totally slid down them. Course, the school’s banisters weren’t that great at all. She didn’t want a burned butt, or worse, a wedgie or anything. Neither of those were really fun.
Pushing the door open, she walked out into the sunlight, bowing her head against it slightly. It was too bright out. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she walked down the street, dearly wishing she had a car. Though, to have a car, she’d need a license… and to get a license, she’d need a permit too. Ugh. Things were too complicated. Oh well. She liked walking. It was sort of fun, she figured. Well, at least she got to wave to the random people that walked in the street. She always did that. A lot. In fact, she waved to such a random old guy that was walking down the street that she didn’t mind the weird look she got from him. Shrugging it off, she skidded to a sudden stop as soon as she realized she was about to walk past starbucks. Pulling open the door, she grinned as she smelled the coffee in the air. God, she loved coffee. She was too dependent on coffee at times; it was kind of depressing, really. Walking up tot ehc ounter, she leaned against it, talking to the guy, Theodore. Making some small talk really quick, she ordered her caramel latte as she tapped her fingers. She hated waiting for her drink; she was just too dependent on that stuff.
Hearing the door open behind her, she glanced up, seeing a tall guy walking in. Tilting her head slightly, she stared at him. She knew that guy… she could think of it at the minute. At least, until one of the other guys behind the counter, Ryder, she figured his name was, shouted the guy’s name. Hearing Aaron, she looked at Mr. Tall Guy that was still near the doorway. She remembered hearing from… she didn’t even know now. Somebody who’d heard someone else who heard that someone else say that Holly Johnson had walked past him making out with Jay. Her Jay. Okay, so… maybe she did still love like Jay. Why else would she do what she did next? Abandoning her spot from the counter, she walked over towards him. She stood in front of of him for a minute her arms loosely at her side, staring up at his face. Well, she probably was looking somewhat weird, but she killed that when, the next minute, she raised her hand and slapped it as hard as she could across his face.
“You… .you asshole! You freaking made out with my best friend, in the middle of a library! What… what… what the hell?!” She yelled, punching his arm as hard as she could. Well, she couldn’t let out what she wanted to say, because she was in starbucks, in public, so that wouldn’t work out too well at all. She just stood there, glaring at him, taking a deep breath, trying not to scream what she wanted to say. Which was a lot. “Why would you do that!? Do you like, make out with random whores you meet on the streets or something? What if some hooker started making out with your girlfriend or something?!” Whoa, wait. Shaking her head, she rephrased her question quickly. “I mean, your best friend..” Rubbing the back of her neck, she glared at him, not even noticing that people were staring, and that two Starbucks employees were coming towards them. Vaguely hearing the words ‘get out’ mentioned in their sentences, she glared up at him, waiting to see what he would say.
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TAGGED: aaron aka jonsaayy <3
WORDS: 1, 237
OUTFIT: look in postie. <33456
LYRICS: love's not a competition ( but i'm winning ) - paramore
NOTES: i kinda like it. x3
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by aaron weston @&$# on Jul 27, 2009 14:19:04 GMT -5
 W E L O V E T H A T G A ME B U T W E N E V E R P L A YBECAUSE WE WILL LOSE A N D W E W A N T T O S T A Y T H E W A Y W E A R E - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"aaaaaaaahaha, ha." laughing quietly, aaron sat up slowly, using his arms to prop himself up with every inch he straightened. colors blurred, the room wouldn't stop spinnin-- oh, delicious. he puked, unattractively arching his back forward as to not get any bile on him. blinking steadily, he spat the excess in his mouth, not caring about who would have to clean up his mess. it wasn't going to be him, hell. even he knew that he wouldn't do the situation any good; for godssakes he couldn't even walk in a straight line, much less complete an orderly search to find a mop or swiffer or paper towels or shit, no, it would just be so much better if he left the job to someone who knew where all those things were. yeah, they'd appreciate that. figuring that he should get the hell out of this place, wherever it was. he stood up, or rather, he tried to? not making it all the way, he fell halfway down, using his hands to keep himself from hitting the floor. and oh, how lovely! his hand landed right in that goddamn puddle. groaning, he took a moment to gather himself, then pulled himself to his feet. leaning slightly in all directions, he rubbed his eyes with his good hand, staring for literally a minute at the sleepys. .... eventually, he concluded that he must have been out for a while. raising his tired eyes, aaron glanced around-- the place seemed oddly familiar. he found himself walking toward a doorway, not knowing exactly why. as it turned out, this was the bathroom? out of habit, he flicked on the water and started to rinse himself off. clearing his throat, he looked in the mirror. dear god, he looked like shit. worse than shit, he looked like-- fuck, he felt sick. lunging for the toilet, he threw up again. ugh. for a moment, he wondered why he hadn't quit drinking long ago, and then he remembered. hah, because he wanted more anyway.
rinsing out his mouth again and splashing his face with water, he went behind the mirror and into the cupboard, dislodging a few items and snagging a bottle of mouth wash. being oblivious to the fact that it read "RYDERS, GET YOUR FUCKING OWN," he took a daring swig and after swishing it around for a minute, spit it out in the sink. .. or mostly in the sink. automatically reaching out to his left, he grabbed a towel and shoved his face in it, drying himself. dropping it on the counter, he made his way out of the bathroom only to come to a halt in the door way... what the hell, he was in his apartment? leaning against the wall for balance, he studied his surroundings.. yeah. this was definitely his pad, because the walls were blue and the coffee table was triangular.. or was it rectangular? whatever it was, he recognized it. and the tv.. yeah the tv. with a sigh, he wandered through the living room and to the kitchen area, where he went in and pulled out a beer .. or two. .. what was he doing here, anyway? he had better places to be, better people to see than nobody. .. or did he? he couldn't name anyone who would want him; his throat closed a little bit and he found himself choking up. all alone, he could feel it. no one wanted him-- no one..
holding both drinks against his chest with his forearm, aaron exited the apartment, not looking back. hardly able to breathe, he ran flat out for a short while, stopping when he almost fell on his face. his eyes and tongue unbearably dry, he bent at the waist, eyes closed tight. he stayed like that for the longest time, swaying slightly with the invisible breeze. uncapping one of his beers, he sipped at the top, spilling some by accident. once he was sure he wouldn't leak out the rest of it, he swallowed a good amount, grateful for the coldness and taste of the beer as it slid down his throat. it was comforting, in a way. aaron couldn't explain how exactly that was to you, but it was. former sadness forgotten for now, he strolled down the road, amusing himself by trying to walk in a straight line. he knew it seemed like he was, to him, but. it was a good thing to practice; on a good day aaron could take seven or so drinks and still be completely functional. but for him to be like this... well. he definitely had more than seven drinks last night, or early this morning, or whenever the hell he had gotten himself shit faced like this. he couldn't even remember why, or who with. it didn't really matter now, anyway. oh hey look, starbucks. after a moment, he realized that ryder was probably in there. hey, ryder could be fun sometimes, maybe aaron could share his alcohol? yeah, that was a good idea.
... the door wouldn't open, what the fucking hell? he leaned against it with all his weight, mumbling ( or so he thought ) curses under his breath. in reality, he was just whispering very loudly.. when he decided to pull back on the door, it seemed to open rather easily-- too easily. aaron held onto the handle with both his hands as it opened toward the outside, shuffling around it once it couldn't open any wider, and holding both palms flat against it as he dragged his feet inside. he walked in, taking his time to move slowly, so he had a better chance of actually moving in something even similar to a straight line. ryder yelled his name from behind the counter, and aaron grinned madly at him. "eeeey, lezz get outta huuur." as he approached the center of the store, he threw his hands above his head for no real reason. "fuck-ck workin! izza bea.. beaut.. pretty day outside, lezz go." he smirked. he stopped in his tracks once he was five feet from the counter, going on his tip toes to keep him from falling forward; damn. inertia was a bitch. he used his arms for balance, flailing in a stiff way as he waited until his feet were flat on the ground-- there we go. feeling accomplished, he stood still with the stupidest smile on his face. it wasn't until reagan was right on top of him that he noticed her, his smile faded and he lowered his head so that his chin nearly touched his chest as he stared right back at her. face utterly blank, he waited for something to happen. suddenly, there was a dull pain on the side of his face. what just happened? .. did she just slap him?
his head turned away, almost as if the whole ordeal was in slow motion. when his neck reached it's limit, he started to fall in the direction he was looking.. he staggered backwards and to the side, scuttling away from the lady with the mean hands. running to keep his feet under him, he encountered a table, dropping his beer to free his hands so he could grab the sides and lean on it to stop his momentum. the people sitting at it seemed more than shocked, but he didn't notice as he twisted around and got to his feet, walking right back up to the woman. after a moment, she began to talk. her words were a little fast for him, but he caught the main meaning, or most of it, at least. something about making out with a friend? with mouth wide open, he looked down as she punched his arm, hard. he watched the whiteness where her knuckles just were fade, amazed for just a moment. the meaning of the girl's words hit him just as hard shortly after, and he lifted a hand to his head, burying it in his hair as he closed his eyes for a second. taking a moment to answer, he finally closed his mouth and then opened it again as two guys were coming toward them. "why.. why you ask me? i donn fucking know," he moaned, then sang in the highest voice, "JOYKILL!" blinking, he looked up at ryder, who was suddenly by his side. "oh good, you're takinn the day off? lezz go." he smiled as theodore, who was biting his tongue as to not laugh aloud, shot a sidelong glance at ryder and started to crowd them toward the door. aaron slowly realized what was happening and, with eyes wide, started to whine, "no, no, no, no, no."
they sure didn't seem to care much for aaron's feelings as the two employees showed him the door. jaw dropped, he just couldn't believe this was happening. ryder was kicking him out? twisting his body so he could see his roommate's face, aaron shouted. "I FUCKIN KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, RILEY!" oh, whoops, here was the door. this stupid door that wouldn't budge for him-- he pulled at it for a second before it magically swung open and he was forcefully shoved through. cussing, he wandered out into the middle of the road, walking in oval-shaped circles. he went to down the rest of that beer-- wait, where was it? aaron stood, legs spread apart, patting himself down literally from head to toe as he searched for the alcohol. realizing that it wasn't on him, he looked up at the lady, interrupting whatever she was doing and whisper-shouting, "what happened to the beer?" running up to the store's window, he pressed his nose against the glass as he stared inside.. there was theodore, with a broom, sweeping wet broken glass into one of those things.. and then pulling a mop of of seemingly nowhere and starting to swab at the mess. raising a hand, he pointed at the boy, then poked the glass repeatedly. "thass... thass my beer!" he gasped, looking at reagan, then back at the glass, then at reagan again. "they have my beer!" yelling at her, his face contorted. "what the hell is their problem?!"
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STATUS // FINISHED BY THE TIME YOU GET ON ;DD
TAGS // RAPE RINI'S REAGANNn IS THE MISSION. <3
WORDS // ONE THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED HOE HOE HOLY FOOK!
OUTFIT // something wrinkled, possibly smelly? but there's no puke on it, i promise. ;D
LYRICS // motion city soundtrack, ooh yuss.
CREDIT // ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution ! |
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Post by * reagan landers on Jul 28, 2009 10:16:37 GMT -5
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Hm… she hadn’t ever slapped someone in Starbucks for. Reagan could definitely say that was a new one for her. She glanced down at her hand, which was burning bright red for her slap to his face. Okay, so maybe she had overreacted slightly… she shook her head. No, she thought she had every right to slap him across the face. She glanced over at Theodore and Ryder, who were standing there staring at the scene that just happened. She actually turned her head back to Aaron, and she absolutely could not help but laugh as he reacted to her slap, falling over slightly. But she covered her mouth with the hand that wasn’t burning red, trying not to laugh. Though it was hard to help. It was pretty funny. At least, until he turned back to her, and answered her. She frowned again, clutching her hand that was burning into a fist. She wasn’t going to punch him… at least she hoped. “You… You…. Ugh.” She bowed her head, running a hand through her hair before bringing her arm up and punching his arm as hard as she could. “you’re not freaking making this easy.” She grumbled incoherently, though she was sure that the people that were watching them probably heard her right. Looking up as she heard aaron speak, she looked over as that Ryder kid started talking. She stared off at them before hearing another employee’s voice in her ear. Shrugging it off, she walked off, rubbing her burning hand with her other hand. She didn’t care right now. At least she got … well, most of what she was feeling out of her. Walking out the door, she ran a hand through her hair as she stared off at the traffic that was ahead of her in the street. Turning around, she heard him freak out on Ryder, and she couldn’t help but smirk slightly as she heard him. She would have thought of a spunky reply to that, but she absolutely could not think of anything. She was still pretty pissed off at him. Oh God, she hoped that Jayden didn’t even hear about what the heck just happened. She wasn’t too sure on how that conversation would turn out.
Hearing his question, she raised an eyebrow at him. “You need more?” What the heck was it with people and beer and all that shit? It was just something she just couldn’t comprehend no matter how hard she tried, at all. She watched him press his face against the window, shouting through the glass as Theodore started mopping up something. That’s what she could see through the window. Rolling her eyes at him, she shook her head as she grabbed aaron by the shoulder, turning him around. “You’re wasted already, you don’t need that.” she said in a firm voice. She didn’t even know why she was even saying that to him; she was going to punch him again, she knew it. She just didn’t know why she was freaking out if this bozo had made out with her Jayden. She just couldn’t get that out of her head. She didn’t want to admit that she was… dare she even think the word, jealous. Of this asshole who went around being wasted? Just… just no. shaking her head, she looked up at him, staring him right in the eye as she talked in what she thought was a good, controlled voice. “Okay…. For the record, I am still mad at you.” She poked his chest as hard as she could, though she knew it wasn’t that hard. The guy was wasted, for God’s sake. But that was the only nice she was going to be towards him. “And second, in case you haven’t realized, we just got kicked out of Starbucks. Does that like… not mean anything to you?” Maybe she should have been a bit nicer? She wasn’t too sure. Honestly, he was drunk…. She shook her head. She was not in the mood to be nice at all.
She looked down at her hand, which was still bright red. “you made me hand red.” she grumbled to no one in particular, even though that was clearly directed at Aaron… even though it wasn’t his fault or anything. He hadn’t particularly told her to bitch slap him, did he? She just liked blaming him for things right now; it made her feel better about slapping him and being kicked out of Starbucks. Hey, you know you would do the same thing. She glanced up, looking at the people in Starbucks that were still kind of staring at them for the little incident that went down. She felt a bit of heat rush into her face, but she shook her head. She had no need to feel embarrassed over anything. Because, honestly, if anyone else had been in her position…. Well, they wouldn’t have really slapped him in Starbucks ….. now she was starting to regret slapping him. Especially since her hand was still red and slightly burning. “How much did you drink before you left your apartment?” From what she was dealing with, he was pretty damn wasted to be just hung over. Sighing, she turned herself around on her heel, pacing slightly. “Kicked out of Starbucks… what is your problem?!” Turning back to him, she stared him at him, deciding blaming him would work. She wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t in the mood to blame herself for this at all. She still blamed him for making out with Jay, for having to have heard about it from seven different people who didn’t know the whole story, and all that stuff. In her mind, it just seemed like a good idea to blame him. Which was quite odd, because normally she wasn’t the type of girl to blame other people at all.
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TAGGED: aaron aka jonsaayy <3
WORDS: nine seventy eight
OUTFIT: look in postie. <33456
LYRICS: love's not a competition ( but i'm winning ) - paramore
NOTES: shortest in a goooood while. XD
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by aaron weston @&$# on Jul 28, 2009 16:43:14 GMT -5
W E L O V E T H A T G A ME B U T W E N E V E R P L A YBECAUSE WE WILL LOSE A N D W E W A N T T O S T A Y T H E W A Y W E A R E - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
he couldn't have heard what she said if he had tried. which isn't to say he was trying, but. still looking at the white marks on his arm, aaron only managed to pick up the very end, which happened to be the word 'easy.' looking at her in genuine shock, he clutched at his chest and shook his head from side to side in unrhythmic movements. how could she say such a thing? "i'm, i'm not easy! i'm really not.." he slurred, clicking his tongue with the skills of a preschooler. smirking at her, he added in a very matter of fact way, "unless you've got a hundred on you, in that case we can definitely go out back.." his words were barely audible, but the meaning was more than clear as he vividly winked at the girl. and then, all of the sudden, his face just fell. grabbing his hair and leaning his head back, he shrieked. "OH MY GOD, I AM EASY!" looking more than astonished, he turned his head to look at ryder, who was coming toward them. pointing with his finger, he choked, "i've fucked you.." looking around, he thought he recognized a stranger. "and you.." covering his mouth with both his hands, he inhaled deeply, then spoke in a loud whisper into his hands, which muffled the sound, making it even harder to decipher if you weren't used to hearing drunken talk. "ohmygod, i'm easy peazy." and then all of the sudden he was moving toward the door, with ryder somewhere behind him, and reagan somewhere in front.
outside, he didn't even see the traffic that he was running out into. paying no mind to the cars driving by, he stopped in the middle of the goddamned street, swaying curiously and patting his body down-- everywhere from the the top of his head to the back of his neck to his armpits to his crotch. realizing that he was lacking, he looked at reagan and whisper-shouted in a tense, almost scared voice. he hardly noticed that she questioned him, much less that it was in a sarcastic, brutal tone. when she grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around.. except he didn't stop turning. he twirled once more, grinning madly and laughing as he added a few sloppy dance moves into it. "waaaaaaaaaaaastedd?" when he stopped spinning, he was facing neither starbucks or reagan, if that makes sense. looking down his nose at the length of the sidewalk, he nodded. he couldn't deny it, and he knew better than to even try. "daaym straight!" dramatically flinging his head to the side to narrow his eyes at her, he leaned toward her and murmured in a can-you-keep-a-secret sort of way, "and the more you drink, the less you'll be sober." looking one hundreed percent serious, he leaned against the window and lost his balance. getting himself to his feet again, he faced reagan just as she poked him in the chest. "nawwww. life's too short to be mad." blinking ever so slowly, the most ridiculous smile crossed his face.
"second!" he echoed, "second, i've been kicked out of worse," his voice trailed off onto a la-de-da path. "much much much much muchmuch worse." he nodded, agreeing with himself. "i've been kicked outta the club, my apartment, the bar, the dogwiz, the car, the bedroom, the school, the girls virginia.." he giggled to himself. "i'm so badass." he looked at her, then at her hand. .. how could her hand be red? she was white. "nawwww lady, you're white as fuck. you were born that way, too, i bet. nothing like micheal jackson, naw." abruptly walking away in a very un-straight line, he made his way ten feet down the street, stopping to look at a street light lamp's metal base. his eyes stared at where the metal met the concrete, then lifted up the length of the thing to stare at the top. he staggered backwards, mouth open as he blinked. "thassa tall tree." going into his pocket, after a second he pulled out all the change he had-- which happened to be one dime. holding the ten cents against the street light, he silently compared the color, pulling away when he was satisifed. walking a little farther down the street, he didnt even hear reagan ask him how many drinks he had last night. even if he did, there was no way he could give her a true answer, because he didn't even know. finding a hole in the pavement, ( which happened to be a gutter, ) he dropped his coin in, watching it fall out of his hands. pointing at it, he said to reagan, "thassa gonna be one big motherfukkin tree right there."
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STATUS // finito
TAGS // RAPE RINI'S REAGANNn IS THE MISSION. <3
WORDS // 790 :]
OUTFIT // wrinkled normal aaronish clothes
LYRICS // motion city soundtrack, ooh yuss.
CREDIT // ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution ! |
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