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Post by courtree on Nov 22, 2010 12:11:00 GMT -8
It would take nothing to get the small girl drunk. Three? Maybe four drinks in her for her to be bubbly, a few more for her to be falling everywhere. She ignore the thought, rolling over in the massive king sized bed, pale pools opening to glance around her room, the cozy country style making her lightly sigh with relief. Dim light fade in from the slight crack of the dark curtains covering the large window. She roll over yet again, taking the sheets and bunching them up around her legs and waist, squinting eyes reading the clock on her bed stand. It was nearly nine at night. So why was she sleeping still? Apparently an afternoon nap had turned into a full out sleep. Thankfully she had turned the colt out, so feeding him tonight wouldn't be necessary, but she should still go check on him. Yea, later. Pushing the covers off herself with her feet, she sit up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed, feet lightly landing on the hard wood floors. She stand up, realizing how scantly dressed she actually was. Minus the slight chill in the apartment, she couldn't complain, sleeping in your underwear and bra was like heaven. The silky sheets sliding over your bare skin, heaven. Josh push open the bedroom door, walking down the small hallway to the washroom. Her shower was quick, the faint smell of fifth avenue wafting throughout the small cozy apartment as she step out, nothing but a towel covering her hundred pound body. There was no point in dressing to impress, but for some odd reason, Josh did just that. It took a few minutes to decide on her wardrobe, but it was decided and put on in no time. She blow dry her brilliant red hair, apply little make-up and off she was. She was positive that if Allison was here, she would approve of her outfit, maybe even give her a cookie for choosing such. She push the odd thought out, a light smile being brought to her face though as she set towards the door, heels clicking against the wooden floors. She grab the '67 keys, knowing tonight the car might just see that brick wall. Some call it crazy, she just calls it tradition. Tonight was the same day her father had died three years to the day, tonight was the night she would demolish the car that had killed him.
She reach the underground garage, residents vehicles parked here and there, the covered car way in the corner. Heels echo as they tap on the pavement, finally reaching the car. She didn't even hesitate, face cold and expressionless, digits pull at one corner, the cover coming off the '67 ford. She fold the cover up, putting it in the back seat, pools finally looking over the car. The deep glossy grey color, racing stripes down the middle. Everything looked in pristine condition. After tonight, Eleanor would no longer look as pretty. She swing into the car, slamming the door shut. Seems every time she fixed it, no matter how many times that may be, the door always had to be slammed to shut properly. Keys in the ignition, foot on the clutch, she spin the keys, the car roaring to life. She couldn't help herself but to give 'er a little gas, the roaring of the engine combined with the ripping of the exhaust was enough to make the girl already drive into a wall with the car. Memories flooded back all at once. She pop the clutch into first, tires squealing as she rip out of the underground garage, not even slowing down as she turn onto the street, the sound of a brakes squealing and a horn as she cut someone off. She rip down the street, tires still squealing at every corner, not bothering to abide by any road laws. Not tonight. Onlookers stared as the slick looking car whipped past, the fiery red head standing out even in the dark and confinement of the car.
She reach the club, brakes squealing to a halt, before she pin it and whip around facing the other way, smoke billowing from the tires. She maneuver the car to the curb, parking it before stepping out, locking the doors and pocketing the keys. There was a long line up outside the club, and she walk past all of them, some people shouting out their protests, but she ignored everyone, not even bothering to check the line up for a familiar face. She reach where the doorman was standing, letting few people go in here and there, but as soon as she walked up, he pulled at the ropes, allowing her in without so much of a greeting. It was amazing what dressing up could do for ones status. She push at the second set of doors, the light thumping of music outside, now hitting her full blast being inside. She push her way through the crowd, getting arrogant looks from those she shoved aside, or bumped into. Well, shoved would mean she pushed them fully out of her way, but being her size, she could only do so much damage. She reach the bar counter, sitting on one of the stools that clearly someone else was going for. She heard the faint sound of a cuss word, but ignored it, as per usual. A shot of cherry whiskey slid her way and she downed it, tapping the counter as she swallowed the warm liquid, asking for two more. She downed those one after the other, finally just ordering a rye on the rocks. Her body already felt warm, her cheeks feeling as if flushed. Tonight would be a good night. Oh yes.
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Nov 24, 2010 13:36:21 GMT -8
It was too early for any organised fighting to start, but I had gone out anyway, needing a few drinks, to numb the things that fighting would later. Everything ached, physically, and mentally, not that the inside pain showed. The outside definitely did. I had a black eye, which was immediately noticeable to anyone who looked, the bruises covering my ribs and torso, were thankfully covered, bar a few that peeked out from under the collar of my shirt, avoiding any awkward questions by anyone who wanted to know what had happened to me. I could attribute a black eye to anything, but not the full extent of my injuries. Other than those few physical injuries, I guessed I just looked...cold, moody. Which, suited me fine, I didn’t have any reason to look anything but.
I walked down a street, the lights of the Basement flashing a few yards down from me. Hands shoved deep into my pockets, I didn’t rush down there, taking my sweet time, it wasn’t like I was in a hurry to get there. Perhaps taking so long to actually reach the nightclub was a blessing...and a curse.
I recognised Josh’s father’s car as soon as it hit a spot in the street that illuminated it enough to make it noticeable. I almost cringed at how she was driving it, fast, dangerously...did she really have a death wish or something? What was she even doing driving the car, I thought it would have been the last thing she’d want to do. I guess I couldn’t even try to explain it to myself. I still couldn’t even explain why she had left, couldn’t fathom the thought in my mind...which was why I had tracked her down, found out that she was in Addison. Not that I had any luck finding her as of yet, but now it seemed like my luck was turning around.
I stopped where I was, unintentionally stopping where there was a dark patch, making me mostly invisible to anyone who wasn’t especially looking for someone standing there, though that was perfectly fine with me. I waited, until I saw the bright red bob of her head gain entrance in to the club, before I decided to move. I has considered, briefly, just leaving. She probably wouldn’t want to talk to me, and would either ignore me, or tell me to leave her alone, maybe I should have just turned and walked back the way I had come, and maybe even left town. But, I couldn’t bring myself to leave, not yet, not until I was sure she didn’t want anything to do with me.
I thought it would take longer to get inside the club, but by the time I had reached the doors, the line had lessened, from people either being allowed entry, or getting fed up and going to the Hyde instead. But I wasn’t going to give up, I would wait all night if I had to. Once I was inside, I walked the perimeter of the building, slowly, gazing out into the crowd, ignoring any protests thrown at me as I accidentally knocked into people in my search, waiting until I saw that familiar, bright red hair of Josh’s. Long, agonising minutes, until I finally saw her, sitting at the bar. I could tell that she had already started drinking, just by the way she sat, I didn’t even need to look at the glass in her hand.
I had been thinking over this moment in my mind for weeks, but now that it was here, it wasn’t exactly how I thought it would be. Not that I was even sure how it would go, but there were certain scenarios you automatically played out in your mind with this sort of thing. But I hadn’t imagined, that when I sat down next to her, black eye turned away from her line of sight, staring resolutely ahead, that the tone of voice that would come out of my mouth would be cold, angry.
“I didn’t think clubs would be your thing anymore.”
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Post by courtree on Nov 24, 2010 18:39:07 GMT -8
No matter how often you sit yourself down and prepare yourself for a situation, you can never really predict how it will go down. You can tell yourself the outcome will be a good one, but you don't know if it will. In Josh's case, they never were. She had sworn herself from ever getting drunk again, the last time bringing memories from her past and making them feel as if they had just happened yesterday. So why was she tonight? Seems the mood of tonight encouraged it. The day of her fathers death, it only seemed right that if she was to destroy the car that destroyed her life she should be in the zone so to speak. What better way then to remember?
Another shot.
The liquid slide down her throat, the warm feeling of the first few no longer there, the cherry whiskey tasting simply like juice...only better of course. Her dull gaze scan around the bar, the place really becoming crowded as she noted the amount of people now in the place. Her gaze go back to the glass in front of her, forearms resting on the bar counter, hands casually placed around the drink as she bring it to her lips, gingerly sipping it. She place it back down, a light sigh escaping her tinted lips as the body of another sit on the stool next to her, the voice drifting into her head, that familiar voice, Oh god, I need to pace myself better she thought to herself, knowing the alcohol was already getting to her. Her expression stay the same, dull and lifeless as she replay the words in her head. They sounded....bitter? It all clicked after that.
Denial. That was the next step right? He couldn't actually be there, sitting just a few feet from her, in arms reach. "I didn't thinks fights were yours anymore either"
[/color] she spoke, her tone blunt. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being icy and guarded right away. Did she know he had bruises? No, call it a jab into the dark, one thing she knew though was that he had started fighting again, thanks to her mom phoning and filling her in, so it was merely a guess, and probably a good one at that. First she wants her to leave, then she wanted her to come back and take care of things again. No way, not this time. She stare straight ahead, taking another sip from her drink, mind in panic mode, though the alcohol covered that, keeping the blunt expression on her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she catch site of his figure, still big as ever, then again everyone was big compared to her, but the darkened skin just barely peeking out from his shirt catching her gaze. She pick up her drink, sliding down from the stool his way, digit going to the boys collar as she pull it down revealing more of his neck and the top of his collar bone, not worrying if it was gentle or not, the bruise clearly visible as she do so. Raising an eyebrow at him as she proved her point, she move away heading to the crowded dance floor. She put her drink above her head as she make her way through the crowd, careful not to spill. The music pump into her head, and she was positive if she stayed out here long enough it might dull everything else. Her body lightly move to the music, drink still in hand raised above her, and before she knew it, hands were on her hips. Not his. She knew his hands, knew every scar. She stop her thoughts from wandering that way, not bothering to check who was dancing behind her. Who cared? [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Nov 27, 2010 17:04:18 GMT -8
I couldn’t really understand how I could love the girl sitting next to me so much it almost hurt, but hate her so much as well. Maybe I didn’t hate her exactly, just what she did. I had fallen far over the edge before I had met her, even my own mother couldn’t do anything to help me, and she had given up on me, kicked me out, decided she wanted nothing to do with me. But then, I found a reason at the Hemsworth’s ranch to stop, to gain a sense of self preservation, in the form of Josh. And then she had left, left me alone to my own devices, with no reason to try and save myself anymore. And I had fallen easily back into the same patterns I had dropped years ago, a mechanism to try and make myself cope. Maybe the thought that one wrong hit could erase any memory of her was what made me do it, if I couldn’t remember her anymore, I wouldn’t be hurting.
I didn’t answer her. It made my anger build, I probably wasn’t thinking clearly as I thought, she shouldn’t be judging me for it. If she hadn’t left in the first place, I would be fine now. We would be fine now. But she had, it was her fault, not mine. She should’ve known better, she should’ve known what it would do to me, but she had gone ahead and left anyway, not even considering what it would do to me. I was aware that those thoughts were selfish, I couldn’t help it, I was angry, hurt, I wasn’t thinking clearly, or reasonably. I just stared straight ahead, every muscle in my body tense, I couldn’t relax, couldn’t calm down, feeling every just build up, threatening to reach exploding point soon.
I didn’t move as Josh slid towards me, reaching up to grab the collar of my shirt, pulling it down so she could inspect the bruises on my collarbone more. I stopped myself from wincing as the slight pressure from the fabric being pulled down pressed on a sensitive bruise on the other side of my body, it was more agonising to have her standing that close and not being able to touch her. And I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of it. I eventually turned my head, fixing her with a glare, angry at her for turning it against me, knowing she was using it to justify whatever point it was she was trying to justify. I didn’t see it myself, of course, to me; it was all her to blame.
I watched her walk off, drink in hand. My attention was drawn away for a moment by a bartender, asking me if I wanted something, so I ordered a glass of whiskey, which was passed to me a few short moments later. Picking it up, I turned my gaze back in the direction she had gone in, eyes settling on her almost immediately, seeing another man lay his hands on her hips as she danced, the gesture making me feel sick, I couldn’t watch someone else touching her that way. I downed the glass in one go, half slamming it back down onto the bench as I stood up, weaving my way over to them, shoving him roughly, though not particularly violently, out of the way. I felt an incessant jab in my shoulder, right on one of my fresher bruises, as he tried to cut back in, trying to get me to move, but I ignored him.
“Where do you get off, judging me for that? You’re the one who left Josh, I would’ve waited for you to get your head together, but you just left, with no warning. How did you expect me to react?” I said, reaching down so I was speaking into her ear, placing my hands on her hips to hold her still so she had to listen to me, though I knew she would probably just knock my hands away in a minute.
The incessant jabbing at my shoulder wasn’t stopping, I was already in a foul mood, the whiskey I had just thrown down going straight through my system because of the speed I drank it at, and the action was painful because of the bruising. I straightened a bit, shooting a look over my shoulder and almost growling “Back off,” at the guy standing there.
notes Well, hope you don't mind the hip grabbing bit, I just figured it was something he would do xD And feel free to get the other guy to annoy him or something, I'm okay with it =P
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Post by courtree on Nov 28, 2010 19:01:14 GMT -8
How long had it been? A few months give or take? Regardless, things wouldn't change, and she in no way would even try to. Being in a state of solitary had become comfortable, not particularly healthy, but she was okay with that. Right? No no, of course she was. Oh god, but seeing him, it not only brought back the bad memories of home, but the good ones, the spectacular ones, where she felt as if nothing could bring her down. She had felt as if she had a solid plan, feeling like she knew who she wanted to be. Knew who she was. Why did things have to debacle so quickly? Stop with the self pity crap! thoughts insinuate just as the feel of hands loosen on her hips as if someone had pushed the recipient of them aside. She spin around, only to look into the face of one she didn't want to see. Not tonight. Not like this, not when she had different plans. More destructive ones. Two birds with one stone? The girl glanced around, few eyed the scene, others seemed wise and decided to ignore it. Could she be that cold hearted?
Definitely.
He leaned down, hand going to her hip, presumably to keep her from ducking away from him, but regardless, she still flinch as his hand put a hold on her hip and he brought his face to hers. If he had kept his gaze and simply brought his face right in front of hers, she was sure he would see the panic clearly plastered on her face, no amount of alcohol capable to mask the emotion whipping throughout her body. It took every bit of her focus to keep herself from shaking violently, but as his cold words escape from his lips, she couldn't help but let a rocking wave come over her. Just stop it! Just stop! her mind screamed. Did she want to yell that at him? To cut him short? Or was her mind telling herself to stop? Option two sounded better. She regained everything quickly, pulling the glass to her lips as she take a gulp.
She watch as some other guy tried to butt in between the two, presumably the guy she was dancing with before, though his effort didn't last long. Scott must have fixed him with a glare and said something, cause next thing she knew, the guy was looking to her, as if she might give a plea for help. She finish the last bit of her rye, as if drinking a gallon of arrogance, she fix the guy with a pretentious stare, and he seemed to get the hint, but obviously not enough for he only backed away a step or two, watching them as if at any minute he might need to leap in and help her out. Last thing she wanted was Scott to get into a fight. He's right, you just left, not bothering to stop and think how others might feel, about who you would hurt. You don't care. So why should you now? thoughts bounce about. Why couldn't she just say these things out loud? Tell him that she stopped caring altogether. Because that would be a lie.
Her gaze went hard, defensive attitude kicking in as she lean back only to stare up at him, keeping the closeness only so she could be heard. Oh god, are you seriously going to do this in a public place? Damn straight she was. The wonders alcohol did for your confidence. "You make it sound like it's my fault you do this to yourself!" she dispute, her tone flippant as she gesture to his now visible black eye. The urge to gently caress his face, to kiss every bruised knuckle wash over her, the former Josh that cared momentarily visible, but she blank her stare yet again, going back to her point to prove. Which is what exactly?! Josh had no idea, but fighting with him right here and now seemed to be the wisest thing her head told her to do, to make him feel bad. This guilt shouldn't be ensconcing her. Of course it should! He has every right to demand answers! Your the one who left.
She hold her gaze to his, knowing if she looked away he would catch onto her bluff, and he would know she had no answer to give him. He would be right. Maybe he already did? And he just wanted to make her feel lower then she already does. Does he even know how she feels? There could be a short novel series on the questions to ask, and a sequel to the series would be the answer, but that book would never come out. It's like reading an intense book, and when you finish it and anticipate the next one, the author dies. It's sad when it happens, but regardless, the disappointment will always trump the sadness you feel. Your selfish side will kick in, and you'll feel as if they let you down. Where the hell are you going with this? thoughts ask. "I'm not doing this tonight. Come back another time when I'm equally pissed off, and we'll finish it" her flippant tone still sounding defensive. It was true though, she didn't want to do this tonight. Not when she had that god forsaken car to wreck. Another night, and she would explain everything to him. I will? I need to, but...." thoughts trail off knowing that if he came and asked the same questions another night she would simply shut down. It's what she did best.
She go to move from his grasp, though her eyes didn't leave his. Hell, if he wanted to bicker and pull out all this drama in front of everyone, then by all means, Josh would stay because the alcohol seemed to think it's what she needed. It also seemed to think she needed him. To have his arms around her, to comfort her and tell her everything would be just peachy. Pff, yea right. So predictable.
Notes: No problemo. I kinda pulled the whole mom informing her that he started fighting again thing in my previous post out of no where, so it's only fair? xD
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Dec 2, 2010 3:41:29 GMT -8
Reply coming soon, promises.
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Dec 11, 2010 18:28:10 GMT -8
I felt Josh shudder under my fingertips when I spoke, feeling guilty for causing her to have that reaction, at first. I might be angry with her, but I still felt a little guilty, although my mind told me I shouldn’t be feeling guilty about anything, that I had nothing to feel guilty about, unless loving her was a reason. I just wanted to know what was going on, I wanted her back, with me, where we both belonged, before I spiralled back to where I was all those years ago even further than I already had.
I watched her down the rest of her rye, her gaze turning to the guy I had shoved aside, fixing him with a look that seemed to make him back off, more than he had when I had fixed him with that dangerous glare of my own. Why did I get the feeling, that this reunion wasn’t going to end well in the slightest? She had a defensive look, something I had expected to see after what I had said to her. “I never said it was your fault Josh. I know perfectly well that I’m doing this to myself, but right now, I can’t stop myself,” I said, seeing the flash of the Josh I had once known cross her face, before she quickly replaced it with that unfamiliar, indifferent stare. It made my heart wrench in my chest. Did she still care about me?
I shook my head, I needed to know now, before I left, whether I left with her, or without her. “I can’t do that, I need to know, now. I’m not going to leave until you tell me what’s going on Josh,” I answered, watching her. “And I know if I don’t find out now, you’re never going to tell me.”
I let her pull away from my grasp, but I didn’t move, waiting, watching her expectantly. The other people surrounding them may as well have been nonexistent, as far as I was concerned. I could barely even hear the music playing, I was that intent on her. How many times had I imagined, or dreamed of, seeing her again over the past few months? None of that could compare to what was happening now. And I wasn’t sure if I liked what was happening one bit.
notes Well. That was sucky...
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Post by courtree on Dec 11, 2010 23:26:38 GMT -8
Not tonight. Just push past and leave she kept telling herself, but her body seemed to think it had to stay put in front of him. As he spoke, her gaze faltered for a moment, the emotions and memories of when Scott had first come to the ranch, all came rushing back. It sounded cheesy just to think it, but she couldn't help feel the need to help the kid, get him back on his feet. Who knew she would actually fall for him? Yea, typical sob story. She met his gaze again, ready for some sort of rude retort, but nothing came to mind. What could she say? As his hands pulled away, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Did he know how much she missed him? Of course not you daft roo, your kind of a bitch now her mind told herself. Well, can't argue with that logic.
She just didn't know what to say, what to do, but her previous thought finally clicked in with her body and she brushed past Scott, pushing her way through the crowd and back to the bar counter, pulling out a twenty and slamming it on the counter, covering for the drinks and shots she ordered. Slamming the bill down was slightly accidental, she only meant to easily place it there...if that was even a phrase. She ignore the useless thought, pulling her jacket on and making sure the car keys still rest in her pocket. Yep. Brilliant. She push through a few more people, though she was certain there was plenty of room, and if she hadn't had those few drinks she could have made it by everyone without even brushing up against them.
Stepping outside, the cool air was like a slap in the face, a good one at that though as she reach into her pocket pulling out the keys to the '67. Heels click against the pavement, eyes down cast as if transfixed on the keys, ignoring those around her. She bump into someone, only to correct herself then bump into another trying to do so. She pick up her pace, the tapping of the heels only stopping as she realized she had ducked into the shadows of a small alley. The music was faded, the sound of the occasional car going past, voices getting louder, then fading as they walk by. She lean against the cold brick wall, gasping for air, heart feeling as if it might erupt from her chest. Dramatic much? the inner bitch told herself. The sound of keys clanging together caught her attention as she focused on her hands, noticing them finally as they shook, and she couldn't seem to bring herself to make them stop. Get out of there, someone might get the wrong idea if they found you in here, hah, yea, cause that was at the top of her worries.
Notes: Duuuude. If you don't want to RP with him anymore, I'm sure someone else would take him over for youuu. Free things up for you and other people :3 -shrug-
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Dec 18, 2010 20:05:30 GMT -8
HEY SWEETIE, I NEED YOU HERE TONIGHT I remembered when I had first arrived at the Hemsworth ranch. Josh had decided to take it upon herself to try and help me, more than anyone had really tried to before. I had resisted it at first, but then, gradually, the bruises faded to healthy, unmarked skin, not to be replaced by fresh ones anymore. It was during that time I realised I absolutely adored the redhead standing across from me. So, of course, when she had disappeared without warning, I had been crushed. No, more than that. As bad as when I had when I thought I was going to lose her after her riding accident.
She pushed past me without another word. I half lost her in the crowd as I turned to watch her retreating back, emotions a mix between hurt and anger now. Hurt that she wasn’t going to try and talk to me, angry that she had left, again, without saying another word. It took me a while to move, ignoring people as they started to dance around me again, not even noticing when they bumped into me. Long moments before I decided to follow her, hoping that I wasn’t too late and could catch her outside. Maybe it would be better to talk out there, quieter, less people.
Leaving the warmth of the nightclub, I shrugged my jacket a little tighter around myself, catching sight of a flash of red hair going around the corner of the building. It was unmistakeable for anyone else besides Josh, so I followed, rounding the corner slowly. I felt my heart drop at the sight of her, taking in huge gasps of air, leaning her tiny frame against the wall, visibly shaking.
“Josh...” I said, voice low, taking a few more steps towards her.
Everything ached, joints feeling like they were creaking as I leant against the wall next to her. Too many years of abusing my body, from fighting, riding, working...but mostly the fighting. I didn’t want to keep going at it, god, it was the last thing I wanted, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself, I guess, pain, even of the physical kind, was better than feeling nothing at all while I didn’t have Josh with me. My gaze fell onto the keys in her hand.
“Please...don’t drive. I can’t lose you more than I already have,” I said, hearing the pleading tones in my voice, something that didn’t happen often. I felt exhausted, drained.
I JUST FEEL COMPLETE WHEN YOU'RE BY MY SIDE
notes Can't believe it ate my last post >.>
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Post by courtree on Dec 19, 2010 20:16:42 GMT -8
Emotions, feelings all that crap. It had always bothered Josh to see girls just swooning over some guy. I mean, it made no sense. Well, it didn't make sense at first. Why put yourself out there if there's a chance your going to get hurt? Or if someone is going to get hurt, and it almost never fails, someone always does. When Scott had came to the ranch, god he was a mess. Bruised face, banged up body, just everything was broken about him. His distant and cold angry stare at the time had been what drew Josh in, and sure enough she was confused. Why, of all people, had this guy brought her in. Maybe because he was so opposite of what she was. Always happy, bubbly, never failed to see a smile on her face. Thoughts of her past were interrupted as the familiar figure appear around the corner causing her to slightly flinch. She knew she couldn't hold this up for much longer, this frustrated angry girl, pushing him away. If she continued she knew she would push him away, but at the same time, that's what she wanted. She was different now, he didn't know this Josh. He knew the old one, and fell for her, so why would he like this one? If she kept running, he eventually would stop chasing.
His voice was low as he spoke her name, and thats all it took. She leaned back against the cold wall, breaths becoming calmer, her head seeming to think more clearly, seeming to think everything was going to be okay now. Reality would set in sooner or later, but as of right now, she liked this version better. As he spoke again, his tone caught her so off guard. To hear that, what was it? A pleading sort? She couldn't be sure, it was so different to what she was used to, but his words stuck in her head, replaying them over, trying to make sense of his tone of voice. Pale eyes meet his, but not as they did before, not with the cold bluntness, now soft, and guilt ridden. She felt like crying, but that wouldn't do, she would be a complete fool if she did.
She push off the wall, closing the short distance between them, pausing just short of his leaning stature, gaze searching his face, taking in every small scar and bruise. Digits reach up towards his brow, bruised and painful looking, fingertips barley brushing the skin in attempt to not hurt him, trailing down to his jawline, his neck, pausing as her hand now rest on his chest, the warmth so welcoming it took all she knew to not just fall into his arms, to gush out how sorry she was, to explain everything, but only managing to explain one thing. "That car wrecked my life by taking my dad away. I'm destroying it, like I do every year since then" her tone was light and even as she step past him, pausing at his side, hand trailing across his chest before she pause yet again.
"I'm sorry." She stood there a moment, hand still on his chest, reluctant to move.
Notes: -.- bleh
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Dec 25, 2010 22:01:33 GMT -8
HEY SWEETIE, I NEED YOU HERE TONIGHT
I wanted to reach out, pull her against me, and hold her for a while. But the time for that had long passed, since she had left, and I didn’t think she would appreciate it now. Well, not at this moment in time. I still didn’t know what it was about Josh that made me a little less distant, a little less angry, made me remember that I had other emotions besides those specific two. I still had my moments, where I would snap at her, or we would fight. But it never seemed to last for long, and nowhere near as bad as it got if I lost my temper with someone else – a little yelling, maybe, never violent. I was just...softer...around her, although I knew I had been pretty horrible to her only mere minutes ago, back inside the club. But it was really the first way I thought of reacting to it, I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I hadn’t lost my own father to death, as she had hers, he had chosen to leave me and my mum, and it was only after that happened that I became how I was today. So, even if she didn’t think I understood, I did, just by different means.
I watched her breathing slow, watched her calm down. I still didn’t know what had made me resort to pleading with her, but it was worth a try. I just wondered how long my patience was going to hold out until I just got pissed off again with the lack of answers, with her acting as if she didn’t care at all, even though I had seen it in her face, even when she had tried to hide it behind the bitchy facade she was putting up. That wasn’t the Josh I knew and loved, but I still knew she was in there, somewhere. She looked back at me, her expression completely different now. I didn’t move an inch as she came closer, letting her reach up, feeling the light brush of her fingertips along the skin of my face and neck, trailing down to my chest, where she put her whole hand now.
I breathed a sigh. “That’s really not fair Josh,” I said, feeling one of my own hands reached up, fingers absently tracing the edges and curves of her hand gently, carefully, half worried that she was going to push my hand away. I couldn’t keep up with her, one minute she didn’t want anything to do with me, and now...I was tired. Maybe I had taken too much upon myself when I had approached her, maybe I should’ve let her walk out of the club, and not followed, leave her alone to her thoughts. But I just wanted to be near her again.
I listened to her, leaning my head back against the cold brick wall behind me, shutting my eyes, a look of what I guessed was frustration flashing across my face. “Let me come with you then,” I finally said, eyes opening to look at her again.
I JUST FEEL COMPLETE WHEN YOU'RE BY MY SIDE
tagged Josh & Smoothie words 514 muse Thinking Of You - Katy Perry notes Poor kid, think I'm giving him a headache =P
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Post by courtree on Dec 27, 2010 4:18:09 GMT -8
As his hand touched the girls, the urge to pull away was nonexistant, but as he sigh and his words of being things being unfair reach her, she pull her hand out from under his, cold stare returning. Of course it wasn't fair. She was all over the place tonight, angry, depressed, passionate, lonely. All those emotions coming up, each showing a side in different orders, clearly he was fed up with her game, and truth be told, so was she, but you can't really give up half way through the game, leave things unfinished. Well, you could of course, but that wasn't her style. Fuck, she didn't know what was what anymore. Her head turn to the side, gaze trying to meet his, though it faltered, and softened yet again before meeting his. She knew his past, knew what had happened with his father, and knew how different the her and his situations were entirely, but that didn't stop the selfish thoughts from breaking into her head and her snarky self from returning yet again. Wow, this was getting tiresome, but Josh's drunk self enjoyed the dramatic scenes unfolding. "I know" she finally spoke, softer then she would have hoped, but cold stare returned to her face as a irritated one went to his.
At his request to come with her she simply shook her head. No, this wasn't his burden to bare. She had caused enough problems and put a lot of people in a world of hurt already, the last thing she wanted to do was to add injuries to Scott's already everlasting list of them. She wince slightly at the thought knowing she shouldn't have even thought about it. He had made an effort...when he was with her. Oh god, if only things could just go back to when she was on the ranch. She should have turned to him when things got rough, he could have helped her, and she knew it. Of course not though. After her accident with her dads colt, that should have been a turning point, at least! and instead of realizing, 'wow, I need someone to help me with this' it was 'wow, I need out of this place to forget everything' but everyone knows you never truly forget anything. Whether it be a smell, a familiar color, a soothing touch, it brings back memories you thought had long since left you.
She stepped away from him, keys jingling in her hand as heels click on the sidewalk making her way towards the '67. No more dicking around, stalling. She was getting in that fucking car and leaving. Thoughts of demolishing the car were still in her head, whether it be because she crash somewhere, which was the most idiotic plan out there, or if she took a sludge hammer to it, that car was sure to see better days after she was done. Something had to be seriously wrong in the girls head if she actually planned on crashing the car purposefully. How much trouble would she get in with the po's? Ok, so she wouldn't do that on purpose, but if she so happened to take it into a brick wall, then so be it. Let's just hope she could find her way home after it...if she was physically able.
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Dec 31, 2010 23:28:25 GMT -8
HEY SWEETIE, I NEED YOU HERE TONIGHT
She took her hand out from under mine when I said it wasn’t fair, the cold glare returning to her face as she looked away. I dropped my hand back down to my side, flexing my fingers slightly, feeling the slight stiffness of the joints, sore from throwing punches, thoughts of stopping crossing my mind, but I pushed them away, unable to help myself now, it was getting too near the point where I was feeling alone again, rejected, useless, back to the state I was in before Josh. I wonder if she realised that. It wasn’t like I had family to turn to, I hadn’t spoken to my mother in years, I had thought about it, a while back, but had never brought myself to.
She finally looked at me, unable to keep up the glare, watching her expression soften. "I know," was her response, simple words, but at least I had confirmation that she knew what she was doing to me. Mixed emotions again, was I pissed off that she knew, but didn’t seem to be anywhere near doing something to stop it, or just fed up with it all? I must have had a look of irritation flash across my face with the frustration, because the cold glare returned again. She shook her head at my request to go with her, stepping away from me, before starting to walk off.
It only took a few moments for me to decide to straighten up, large strides covering the ground she had put between her and myself, plucking the keys, not too forcefully, from where they swung in her hand. “Sorry Josh, but I really can’t let you do that,” I said, voice sounding rough, I could hear myself getting over all this in my tones, and I was sure she would be able to hear it too. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans, still clutching her keys tightly, I spun on my heel, walking in the opposite direction. There was no way in hell I was going to let her drive that car tonight.
I JUST FEEL COMPLETE WHEN YOU'RE BY MY SIDE
tagged Josh & Smoothie words 349 muse All Summer Long - Kid Rock notes *watches impending explosion* He probably shouldn't have done that.
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Post by courtree on Jan 1, 2011 22:26:34 GMT -8
It seemed the only thing her body wanted her to do was wrap her arms around him, to just give in, and to let him back in. To run her hands over his familiar body, to kiss those familiar and ever so tempting lips. Fuck alcohol, it clouds your judgment. Or maybe in a way it clears it? Not in the sense that everything it crisp and right clear in your head, but the thoughts and words that came out, well, most of it was true. She shook her head, unsure of where she was going with that, thought the truth behind it still lingering there, or maybe not.
Her head was pulled back to reality, away from the thoughts she previously had as the keys that were in her hand were pulled out. Gaze drop to her hands, thinking that maybe she had dropped them, but his voice sounded behind her. Not that it was a big surprise that he was still there, but she had hoped, just a bit, that he had just given up, but she knew damn well that she was thankful he hadn't, though his tone was almost enough to put her in tears. Clearly he was sick of her game, tired of her bullshit, she was too, but so many emotions were rushing forward tonight, she didn't know what order to put them in. Make up your mind you idiot thoughts bounce in her head.
The red heads temper seemed to rise, the need to be outrageous and dramatic seemed to take over the need to be cool and collected as she watch him walk away. Legs move before the rest of her had a plan, heels clicking hastily as she try to catch up, though she quickly grew irritated. She pause, pulling the heels off quickly, bare feet on the cold sidewalk as she drop about seven inches, standing her normal height of five feet. She didn't bother picking up the heels as she toss them back towards where the car would be, though she didn't bother to look where they were. She could give two shits. Legs move more freely as she lightly jog to catch up to the towering boy, hand going forward to pull at his arm, attempting to pull him back as she dart in front of him, both hands going to his torso as she yet again attempt to push him.
"So what the hell am I to do?! Wait on the hood of my car, hoping you'll come back in the morning to give me my keys!?" her tone was flippant as she fix him with another cold stare, realizing she had to look up a lot more then when she had the heels on. "And who knows if you will come back. You might be in the hospital, or passed out with even more bruises covering you!"
[/b] Hands drop to her sides, though she was ready to put them in front of her again if he tried to walk away. The boy could easily push her aside, his weight almost doubling hers, and standing a good foot or more taller then her, but she could care less. "Or maybe I'll find some guy in the bar, go home with him. There were a few I had my eye on, they looked real friendly, seemed like they'd treat me really well" she knew the words might hurt, and she hoped they did, only to see if and how he reacted. She didn't know what her intentions were really, to see if he cared? Or simply brushed them off? Whatever the case, she needed some sort of reaction out of him. Something better then the small one he had in the bar. Notes:[/b] Muahah! [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Scott Jacob Mason on Jan 6, 2011 16:19:34 GMT -8
HEY SWEETIE, I NEED YOU HERE TONIGHT
I was so tired. Tired of everything, tired of her new attitude, tired of trying to keep my cool when all I wanted to do was yell at her, let her know exactly how hurt and pissed off I was right now, even though she was drunk and it probably wouldn’t register properly with her. I was already getting sick of trying, really, her only aim was to make me mad right now, and it wasn’t fair. I felt that my thoughts perhaps were a little too self absorbed right now, but I couldn’t help it, I had come all this way to find her, given up everything I had back there before she left, my job, everything, to come here and find her and this is what I got for it.
I heard footsteps behind me after a few moments, but that didn’t stop me, I just kept walking, in truth, I just wanted to go home now, I had no energy left for anything else, and if I tried to fight tonight I could very well end up dead. The sound of her heels stopped, and I thought she had stopped chasing me, for a moment or two, until two small hands grabbed at my arm, attempting to pull me back, before she rounded my body so she was standing in front of me, hands going to my bruised torso to push me back again, at which I hid a wince.
I stopped, looking down at her. Okay, perhaps I hadn’t really thought about it when I had taken her keys off her. Or maybe I had subconsciously hoped that she would just end up following me, but the words she spat out next were like a blow to the gut. Every muscle in my body tensed, my face grew hard, and I knew I probably looked on the verge of murderous. “Fucking hell Josh, at least I’m trying. I can’t say as much for you, you’re too wrapped up in your own self pity to see anything. Is this how you’re getting your kicks these days, hurting everyone who loves you just so you can feel better about it all?” I said, hearing my voice rise to the point where I was nearly yelling at her.
I turned to the side, looking away from her. I stared off across the road, thinking about what I was going to do about it. “I drive, or I walk you home, take your pick. Unless you want to call a cab,” I finally said, my voice tense.
I JUST FEEL COMPLETE WHEN YOU'RE BY MY SIDE
tagged Josh & Smoothie words 427 muse The washing machine notes *pats Scott*
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