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Post by ANNALISE MARIA FRANKS on Dec 29, 2011 22:31:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IT'S FUNNY TO ME HOW YOU'VE TURNED INTO A JOKE The Words: 377 The Outfit: HERE The Notes go here
Anna had just texted Declan Shane's address, telling him to go there for their Saturday night in. Shane had been MIA for the past few days, which was weird, since he really had no where else to go. She shrugged it off, not really bothered by it. Sometimes his parents showed up and he probably didn't want them knowing a girl was staying in the guest house. she quickly got dressed in a pair of leather-looking-but-not-really-leather jeggings and a white tank top. She threw on a baggy plaid shirt that was probably Shane's since she didn't remember having one like that. She didn't bother putting her shoes on, it was just Declan and they weren't even going anywhere.
while she waited for him, she walked around her temporary house. The apartment she had lived in before could fit into half of this house and this was just the guest house. It was amazing. She didn't even mind that she was without a car here. If she got bored, she would just walk on the beach or sit on her balcony and read, something that she never had time to do before. she walked into the kitchen, taking a box of lucky charms out of the cabinet. she walked to the balcony in her room and sat there looking out the window. She was so excited to see declan, it had been far too long since she had seen him. He was one of the few people she could actually stand, even if he didn't know much about her life and she didn't know much about his. she didn't have to worry about talking about life and it's problems with him. They just had a good time.
They only talked about the good things in life, of course he would be there if she needed to talk about the bad and she would do the same, but normally they talked about the good things. Like shane. she hadn't told him about shane, she hadn't even told him that she had moved in with him, and she was excited to tonight. she stood up, leaving the box of cereal on the balcony and went to sit in the living room so she would hear when he got there.
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Post by declan on Dec 30, 2011 23:16:33 GMT -5
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Declan woke up next to a lump of a girl, otherwise known as his older sister, Remmy. She was playing some kind of shooting game in bed and making little pew noises, then she covered her mouth and whispered a small ‘Sorrrrry,’ in hopes not to upset him. He glared at her for a moment before rolling out of her bed, walking out of the room and into his own. He turned the light on and stretched his arms, limping slightly from the still sore shot wound in his leg. He grabbed his crutches and worked his way over to his bed, his phone going off just as he was about to crawl into the covers and go back to sleep. He sighed a little bit and rubbed his eyes, changing into some presentable clothes and slipping his shoes on – the text was from Anna, and she was lonely. He didn’t mind going over, in fact, he knew it was probably better than sleeping the rest of his Friday night away.
“I’m going out, butt monkey.” He called out to his sister, grabbing a six-pack of beer and shoving it into a backpack. His sister didn’t mind his drinking, in fact, she almost completely ignored it. He walked out of the house after getting an okay and grabbed her car keys, unlocking the car from a couple of feet away. He was really glad they lived on the bottom floor, or it’d be hell coming down the stairs with a backpack and some crutches. He came down and tucked himself into the car, putting the crutches in the trunk and turning their car on. He pulled out and drove away, turning the radio on full blast as he did so.
About a minute into the drive, I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry came on and he immediately turned it up, singing gently along with it, despite his evident dislike towards the song. It wasn’t that it was a bad one, but he hated how quickly it got stuck in his head and it just bugged him a bit. He sang more and more as the ride progressed, finally ending the last note as he pulled up. “Good timing..” He muttered to himself, getting out of the car and not bothering to get his crutches again. He was a little bit careless in that way, but he managed to get to the door in one piece and drop the back on the floor. “Annnnna.” He called out, standing next to the door as he closed it behind him.
words: 428
music: i kissed a girl.
tagged: anna!
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Post by ANNALISE MARIA FRANKS on Dec 30, 2011 23:30:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IT'S FUNNY TO ME HOW YOU'VE TURNED INTO A JOKE The Words: 377 The Outfit: HERE The Notes go here
anna jumped up when she heard her name. It must have been declan. she bounded to the door and opened it quickly. "declan! How do you like my new home?" She smiled stepping aside so he could wobble into the house. It was decorated in a very modern style, shane's mother had decorated this one while she had hired someone to do the main house. "I have a pool and everything now!"
She got super happy every time she talked about her new living arrangements. It was so much nicer than her crappy apartment that she was not happy in. Now, she was living in a mansion on the beach with a sexy boy at her disposal. She made her way to the living room and opened the blinds to reveal the big window. "Look at the view!" she had a perfect view of the beach from her living room and her bedroom. "It's perfect, right?"
She sat down on the plush couch, patting next to her. "How have things been with you?"she knew she was talking a lot but she was happy about her new living arrangements. and her new.. whatever Shane was. she lifted her feet onto the coffee table and waited patiently for him to sit down.
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Post by declan on Jan 2, 2012 15:40:59 GMT -5
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Declan staggered forward towards a resting spot, bringing his arms around Anna in a quick hug before landing successfully next to the window on a chair. “It’s great, Anna.” He told her with a big grin, his eyes glazing over as they looked out of the window beside him. He wanted to just jump into the salt water and swim away, and take Anna with him. Of all the girls in the world, she and one other were possibly the only ones he could tolerate. Of course, his sister didn’t count in this mix, because she was hardly a girl – she was his sister, for heaven’s sake.
“Absolutely perfect… now we have somewhere to hang out other than with my stinky, fat kitties.” He joked and scrunched his face up, bringing his legs to his chest and hugging them there, his chin rested gently on the caps of his knees. Declan took the scene in around him and fidgeted with his clothes, tugging at them and repositioning them on his body. This was one of his nervous habits that he couldn’t quite control but wasn’t too obvious, nor was it destructive, and in which case made things all but merrier.
His expression perked up when he saw her patting the place next to her on the couch and he slowly but steadily navigated his limp, somewhat groggy body over, flopping sideways next to her and leaning his head on her shoulder with a goofy grin. “You know how it is…” He shrugged his shoulders, his British, soft tongue filling the room. “I have a new roomie… Gabe. And my cats have been feisty. But other than that… oh, and there’s a hole in my leg.” He said, laughing as he told her the last part, which he’d already given her full details on.
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music: risque - cute is what we aim for
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Post by ANNALISE MARIA FRANKS on Jan 2, 2012 15:54:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IT'S FUNNY TO ME HOW YOU'VE TURNED INTO A JOKE The Words: 377 The Outfit: HERE The Notes go here
anna smiled at him, widely. If anyone was her best friend, it was Declan. He knew how to handle her all the time, even when she got defensive and was just a plain bitch. "Aww, but your kitties are so cute." She smiled at him again. When she was with him, all she could ever do was smile. When he made his way to sit next to her and laid his head on her shoulder, she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him close.
she listened to him carefully, "Ohh a new roommate? Is he nice?" she paused, chuckling slightly when he brought up the hole in his leg. "Shit happens, right?" She glanced at him, "Your accent is great. I swoon every time I hear it." She adjusted herself so she was laying her head on his chest, looking up at him. "are you hungry or anything?" Anna lifted her hand to play with his hair, a smile on her face. "It's been too long since I've seen you. That needs to stop."
she knew that they had both been preoccupied with their own lives. He had been shot and now apparently had a new roommate. She had been busy blackmailing teachers, hitting on said teacher, moving out of her deadbeat home, and getting involved with someone. But them not seeing each other was going to stop as far as anna was concerned. He would just have to come visit more often.
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Post by declan on Jan 2, 2012 21:10:46 GMT -5
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“Oh yeah, he’s a total sweetheart.” Declan told her with an honest smile, the normal sarcasm lacking completely from his voice. He cared a lot about the kid he let live with him, as it was that they were a lot alike despite his own exterior. He cuddled his head close to Anna’s and his arm was rested in a relaxed position across her chest, putting his wrist right near her face, and because he wasn’t wearing a hoodie, fresh cuts were visible but there weren’t many. It was a bad habit that was growing on him, despite all of his values and disbeliefs towards the subject or act of doing it. He didn't think he would ever understand why people would do it to themselves, but upon coming to it himself he realized it, and there was never before a greater relief for him. It took his worries away and while it was only for a short time, it was an escape, and that alone was enough for him.
“No thanks dear,” Declan politely kissed her forehead and smiled down at her, giving her a little squeeze before spacing out a little bit, staring at the surrounding environment. He really liked how the house looked and he was glad to know that she was somewhere safe, it was a lot better than her apartment and it put him at ease knowing one of the only few people he cared about was in a good place, and a pretty one at that. He laughed at her comment about her accent and swung his feet a little bit, shrugging his shoulders. “Really? You know, I always wanted to pretend I had a French one or a German one… maybe even Russian, to trip people up… but I only talk to people I like, so, not very useful.” He said with more laughs following it.
words: harry potter said it was enough D:
music: risque - cute is what we aim for
tagged: anna!
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Post by ANNALISE MARIA FRANKS on Jan 2, 2012 21:27:59 GMT -5
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Anna shot up, grabbing his wrist, "What the fuck are these?" She shoved his wrist in his face. she knew he had been upset since the shooting and stuff, but cutting? She dropped his wrist, waiting for an explanation. "I swear if you lie to me, you'll be out of a wife." it was one thing for her to see him sad, that she could handle. But seeing him hurt himself, she couldn't handle. She looked him dead in the eye for a few moments before laying back down on him. She cuddled up next to him, putting her head back on his chest.
Anna smiled as he kissed her forehead. It wasn't anything new, they had always been a little touchy, but she always enjoyed it. She had never been one for all the cutesy stuff, except with Declan. Maybe because Declan was just her friend and he had never tried to get anything sexual from her, unless they were joking around. she sat up, freeing herself from her thoughts. "Wanna see my room? Theres a huge bed and a huge tv." She stood up, grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers through his, once again seeing the cuts on his wrist.
She was really worried about them, but didn't want to push it. she knew he was going to lie and she wasn't going to believe it. She headed to her room, dragging him along. She hadn't really given him the choice of whether to come with her or not. She passed a few doors down a pretty long hallway, finally opening the last one. She plopped down on her bed, a smile on her face.
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Post by declan on Jan 3, 2012 20:08:26 GMT -5
i'm leaving and i'm not coming back
Declan was silent with his lips pursed and his eyes lacking any emotion other than panic. He quickly retrieved his arm and shook his head, startled by the sudden movements. He mentally swore at himself over and over, unable to understand how he managed to forget to cover the obvious, yet faint to anyone other than Anna or Harley, marks that he’d inflicted on himself in attempt to rid of the emotional pain he felt. He tucked his arm away from her and pressed it against his stomach, which was what he would do around his sister to shield her from the truth. As odd as it sounded, yes, he was protecting his legal guardian’s emotions over his own because he didn’t want her to feel like a failure. She tried honestly hard, and if she knew that Declan was harming himself, he didn’t know what she would think. Would she blame it on herself for not being there enough, even though she honestly was?
“I don’t want to talk about it…” He whispered, knowing that she would understand. She would not be happy, but if they had anything beyond their friendship, it was their trust and understanding that if the other really didn’t want to talk about it, they weren’t going to until things blew over a little bit more. All at the same time, this was a different story, but he tried not to dwell on the subject and focused his immediate attention on the change of subject. His lips slowly formed into a sideways smile that eventually became a full, both sided, satisfied grin. He settled his bony fingers into hers to make the hand holding more secure, something he could really feel safe while doing. He trotted behind her obediently, as always, following her down the mysterious but welcoming hallways that he was becoming more aware of. His leg was limp and slowed him down notably, but he walked behind her to the best of his abilities with his turtle shell backpack hanging off one of his shoulders, in case they wanted some booze.
Declan took a look around the room and grinned back at her, dropping his bag on the ground next to him and flopping next to her but laying back completely. He looked around and took in the scene around him, feeling somewhat envious of the room she was blessed with, but he knew he’d be there all the time anyways so what did it matter that it wasn’t his? Besides, being a not very materialistic person, the thoughts disappeared as quickly as they came. He grinned up at her and repositioned himself so he was closer to her, but a safe distance at best, and he made sure to keep the inside of his wrists close to his body and not visible. “I love it, Anna.”
words: harry potter said it was enough D:
music: risque - cute is what we aim for
tagged: anna!
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Post by ANNALISE MARIA FRANKS on Jan 3, 2012 23:33:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IT'S FUNNY TO ME HOW YOU'VE TURNED INTO A JOKE The Words: 377 The Outfit: HERE The Notes go here
Anna pursed her lips when he said he didn't want to talk about it. "This isn't over, Declan." She shook her head at him, her emotions a whirlwind of things she hated to feel, especially about her best friend. She was disappointed in him, she was upset, but most of all she was scared. Since he didn't want to talk about it, she didn't know how bad the situation was. He had claimed he was fine after the shooting, but obviously he wasn't. She didn't know how deep he really was. What if he was thinking about killing himself? Then if he did, it would be her fault because she had seen the cuts on his wrist and didn't do or say anything. It would be her fault. she frowned at the thought, not sure what to say to him.
And now, just laying there with him things felt normal. But they weren't normal. she was living with a guy she barely knew, he was shot in the leg, and he was cutting. She sighed deeply, still not sure what to say to him. Fuck. this was why she never cared about people, they always hurt you. She quickly shook the thought out of her head, it wasn't his fault. He was depressed, and had every reason to be. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. "I won't push you to talk to me about it and I'm not going to tell you to stop... but swear to me it won't get... worse." She didn't want to outright say it, she just felt weird saying it.
she pulled away from the hug, leaning on his skinny body. "Now.. let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go something fun." She paused, standing up. "Did you bring anything to drink? All I have is this." She pulled a bottle of vodka out from under her bed, but it only had enough for about two or three shot. "I ran out." She frowned, sitting back on the bed. she set the bottle on the bed next to her and shot him a smile. Now, it was going to be like old times and she wasn't going to think about the cuts on the inside of his wrist and she wasn't going to think about anything involving anything bad. It was time to have fun.
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Post by declan on Jan 6, 2012 0:45:16 GMT -5
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Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more  The cuts upon his wrist danced in vigilance along his pale skin and he cringed at the words that overtook him, This isn’t over, Declan. He grimaced at the thought and closed out the world, contemplating as his body followed hers and cuddled into whatever form she urged it to, control of his movements being left completely in the girl’s hands. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, taking in the scent that he’d grown fond and comfortable with. Her touch was innocent, it relieved him of the ones he’d felt to be so sexual, so demanding of what they really wanted from him. Anna was the first person he felt really understood him, and he also understood her all at the same time. Toby had an idea of what went on inside Declan’s head, but he knew good and well that his past boyfriend had never truly been able to understand why Declan acted the way he did, and he was sure until he met Anna that no one ever would. "I know," he whispered gently, "I know." The repeat was practically silent when it came out but it was audible, only to the fact that her ear was close enough.
Declan pulled away when she did, putting a hand on her shoulder and trying to keep her focus on his eyes for just a second more. His words were struggled but he kept eye contact as he said them, "I swear I won’t let it get to that point, Anna. It’s just an outlet." His last sentence was very hard to get out, and his gaze dashed away as soon as the subject did. He hugged her one more time before smiling and watching her, nodding as he pulled his backpack to his lap and opened it. "Of course I did… I know better than not to." He said with a laugh, handing her one of the bottles and popping open one of his own, laying back as he took a sip out of it. "We should go skinny dipping in the pool, bro." He suggested, laughing after he did and looking over at her.
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Post by ali2 on Jan 6, 2012 1:05:34 GMT -5
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Things had been relatively okay around the house, despite his falling out with Anna. Mostly, he ignored her, and did as he pleased. He was not one to care what would hurt her feelings, or what might make her uncomfortable. Truthfully, it was his house in the end, and he could do as he so pleased in it. He had brought home only one girl since the so called "split", and it had been late at night. Shane wasn't sure she even knew that he had done so. Course, after the fight, he didn't care if she knew or if she didn't. He was still relatively sore over the whole thing, and had more than once contemplated tossing her out to go back to James. After she had said he was just like him, he had almost sent her back there to rethink her statement and realize he was the reason she wasn't dealing with that anymore. In Shane's eyes, she was pretty ungrateful for everything he had done for her.
Shane tugged on a simple white tee shirt and a pair of jeans as he moved towards the door of his room. He had taken a nap, well he had to take a nap to try and get ride of his hang over before the late night's events. Moving quickly down the stairs he moved towards the kitchen. Though Shane was still mad at Anna, he was ordering Chinese, and he figured she would be hungry as well. Of course, this time he wasn't going to ask her what it was she wanted, instead he would order, and if she wanted some; she could have some. Shane ordered the dinner for four as he always did and gave his card numbers over the phone. A slight sigh escaped from him as he hung the house phone up. Running a hand through his hair he filled a cup full of water, downing it with two tylenol. His hung over was mostly gone, but still a slight linger of one throbbed in his temples.
Shane rubbed his forehead gently before moving towards the door that divided the house. He was entering her section, though he didn't want to, he simply knew he had to tell her that he had food coming for them. Shane sighed as he opened the glass door, and moved towards her room where she spent a lot of her time as he had noticed. A slight forced smile placed itself on his lips as he moved towards the door, walking in, not bothering to knock. mostly not thinking to knock, as he was still getting to use to living with someone else, well, a female someone else. Shane walked through the door way of her room, contemplating just then that she might not be decent, but it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before anyhow. "Anna, I ordered as Chin-" Shane's words broke off as he glanced up to see her and another man cuddled up on her bed. And instant glare filled his eyes as he looked upon the two of them. "What the fuck, who is this? And why the fuck is he in my fucking house?" Shane demanded his answer as he slammed his fist off the wall, noticing a slight dent in the dry wall. Mostly he wanted to know why he cared who she was with, but that answer would have to wait.
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Post by ANNALISE MARIA FRANKS on Jan 6, 2012 1:22:20 GMT -5
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anna was enjoying just laying there, cuddling up with declan. It was something the two did often and every time it relaxed her more than anything in the world. She was safe with him. She smiled softly at declan when he said he knew. she nodded, dropping the subject for now. she was about to reply to his next statement, about it not getting too far when she heard the door open. before the door had even opened she knew who it was. time to prepare for the worst. she heard something about chinese and then his sentence cut off.
Shane was obviously surprised that Anna was with another guy. How could he be surprised? regardless of anything, she and him were no longer together after their falling out. anna slinched back slightly as he hit the wall, but tried not to show it. "Hi Shane." she took a moment to compose her thoughts. "Okayy... Well, this is declan." She paused, turning to Declan, "Declan this is Shane." She paused again, sitting up slightly dragging declan up with her, "Now that we're all introduced, why don't you tell me what you want? We agreed if things turned bad i could have whoever I wanted in my side of the house, Shane."
she was honestly more confused than anything. she had one thought in her head, then the next second it was replaced by a worse one. "shane, I really don't think it's your business who I bring in my room." She picked up her bottle of vodka from the bed where it laid, taking a big drink. she would not want to be sober for this.
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Post by declan on Jan 6, 2012 1:34:17 GMT -5
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Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more
The world was at peace and he watched Anna’s lips carefully, awaiting her response but the sound of the door startled him, his heart starting to pound a little faster than normal. He looked cautiously at Anna as he heard the unfamiliar voice, holding tighter onto her, his alertness growing closer as the person did. He knew who it was, however, he had never met the man before and he quite frankly did not want to. He scratched his face nervously and bit his lip at the sight of him, flinching when Shane began to shout at them. His shock turned into anger in just a couple of seconds, and his face hardened from a lost expression to one of a pure pissed-off nature. He sat up with Anna’s movement and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up and walking over to be a couple of feet away from the guy, a safe distance, but one that was definitely meant to be threatening in his case.
His fists were clenched and he tightened his jaw, preparing what he was going to say and looking over at Anna as she said what he did. He paused for about three seconds after she finished talking, blurting out the first defense to come to his mind. ”She’s my girlfriend and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to her like that, you hairy little wanker.” he spat out in anger, his British accent taking over and as well as his insult vocabulary. His mind was pretty much still in England, and as long as he’d dwelled in America, he didn’t often have to use his words against others. Hell, he almost never did – and in this case, he hadn’t even realized that he said that she was his girlfriend, let alone regretted it.
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Post by ali2 on Jan 6, 2012 1:48:36 GMT -5
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Shane's anger was over flowing, and it had been quite a while since he had felt such anger. Number one, she knew the rules. If he didn't know them, they weren't to be in his house. We were talking about a million dollar homes with thousands and thousands of dollars worth of electronics, furniture, and art work in it. He couldn't just have any sleezy slum in his home, and this man. He looked like he was lower than dirt, with sticky fingers. He definitely was not okay with this. If the man looked a little more clean cut, and more like a good guy, things could have been totally different. However, she still hadn't followed the only other rule, which was at least tell him when someone was coming to his house. It was apparent she was getting a little too comfortable in his home, and it was time for her to get a rude awakening.
Shane glared as he listened to her speak about how it was none of his business. Instantly Shane bit his lower lip, his hands balling into fists. He listened to the rest of her bratty words, and his anger grew more. Then this... Declan spoke. That set him off. "Number one, Faggot. This is my fucking house, and I am pretty sure you weren't invited by me." Shane took a deep breath and looked at Anna. "This is my house, my room, my bed, my food you eat, and my money that supports you. I think it's best you pack your shit, and get the fuck out. Oh, and I feel the need to throw out there. We never were together. I went to New York for the whores... If we were together I obviously wouldn't have gone there for that" Shane spoke as he threw his hands around angrily. "Declan, is it? I think you should find your way out pretty quickly as well. Trespassing much? Cute shoes... Pole smoker." he said as he turned, moving towards the living room as he kicked the glass coffee table over, watching it shatter across the tiled floor. Well, that was probably a five thousand dollar table, broken now. Excellent.
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Post by ANNALISE MARIA FRANKS on Jan 6, 2012 2:14:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IT'S FUNNY TO ME HOW YOU'VE TURNED INTO A JOKE The Words: 377 The Outfit: HERE The Notes go here
anna glanced at the two boys interactions. what the hell was going on with this. As shane spoke she glared at him. calling declan a faggot was not something she was okay with. Then she heard his next words. They stung her like nothing she had heard before. They were never together? He went to new york for the whores? "You selfish asshole.." She let her words trail off as she reeled her hand back, letting it slap him across his face and hard. The small girl was a lot stronger than she looked. "You know what? I want to fucking leave. I don't ever want to hear from youu again, you asshole."
she watched him as he walked out of the door, kicking over the table. "fuck." she sat down on the floor, tears streaming down her face. She stood up, wiping her face. "Wait her, declan. please?" she was pleading with him. She had to handle Shane. She walked out, grabbing him by the arm. "You listen to me." She dropped her voice to almost a whisper, "I don't care what you say, but you felt something for me. You admitted it. I trusted you, Shane." she glared at him, "Look, I have no interest in you anymore. Just stop doing this to Declan." She knew it wasn't the best thing to be saying right now, but she couldn't help but be protective over him. "I'm going to pack my stuff. I'll leave with declan and you'll never hear from me again. You ruined things, Shane."
It was harsh, she knew that. But maybe that was what he needed. "You're a rich boy with no conscious and no ability to care for anybody but yourself." She turned away from him, walking back to her room. she turned to declan, "Help me pack my stuff, please, Declan." She started taking clothes off hangers, throwing them on her bed. she pulled a suitcase from the bottom of her closet, stuffing her clothes in it. She let a few tears slide down her face, but wiped them away quickly. He couldn't hurt her. No one could.
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