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Post by hayleywilliams on Jun 25, 2008 1:16:36 GMT -5
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Hayley Mathews knew she really shouldn’t be coming to any type of club. All her family thought she was going to try and stop drinking and let alone taking drugs all together. That was so stupid of them. Sure, Hayley did try and stop taking drugs before, but the withdraws were too much to handle. Hayley was more a drug addict than an alcoholic, so you’d think she would have no problem coming here. But, Hayley had an issue with drinking way too much, you see. Last time she had a limit of three, and times that by three more, and then add one. She got totally hammered and ended up waking up in some girl’s bed. Hayley had her set limit tonight, but she knew she was going to end up going over it. Hayley acted a bit like a whore when she was even buzzed, but you know that saying. Vodka brings out the true self in you.
But there she was in the bathroom looking at her wrist clock. Hayley glanced over at the time and decided it was late enough to go clubbing, after all. Hayley decided to go in what she was wearing, it wasn’t like she was aiming to attract the boys now was she? Hayley took another good look at herself. She had one a skel animal shirt, that was a little to transparent for her liking. In the middle of the shirt was a skel animal bat, and leading up to the bat were stripes (gray and white.) Her skinny jeans were a size to small, but she didn’t really give one shit about that either. Hayley loved the yellow skinny jeans. It matched with her shirt flawlessly. Hayley also had on white converse, this didn’t match so well. She shrugged it off. Hayley went down into the bathroom skink and grabbed her yellow eye shadow. Hayley applied a heavy amount, and then applied black eyeliner. Her eyes had annoying black rings around them, from her heroin, but Hayley didn’t think anyone would notice. She looked in her mirror. Un like most girls she didn’t like what she saw.
Hayley walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the door and then down stairs. She grabbed her silver car keys on the counter, and headed off outside to get into her car. Hayley drove a neon orange trail blazer. She had it painted some time ago, but it had cost her a fortune. Hayley hoped into her car, and turned the radio on loudly. Bring me to Life was on, a song she had been obsessing over by Evanescence. Hayley smirked as she rolled down the window singing along to it, until he started to notice people staring. She flushed red and rolled up the window. Traffic was heavy, and so was Hayley’s temper. She rolled her eyes, waiting for cars to speed up. When they did, Hayley huffed and drove into the club’s parking lot. Surprisingly, the parking lot wasn’t full. Maybe people walked here? Hayley found a close spot to the entry way, and parked her car there. She shoved the keys into her purse, and jumped out of the car. The music was already blearing trough her body.
Hayley walked into the club. It was absolutely amazing. The music was the best, and club wasn’t too crowded. That was surprisingly. She headed over to the bar and sighed. She didn’t have the best day, and wanted to forget about it. She glanced at the bartender. “I want a sex on the beach please, and may I also get a vodka based coke.” She asked him lifting an eyebrow. He smirked. “Aren’t those a little strong for someone who isn’t supposed to be here anyway?” He asked. Hayley looked totally surprised, and she knew he was on to her. Hayley was only eighteen and wasn’t supposed to be here. “I guess.” She stated giggling. He just shook his head and contained himself from laughing. Hayley watched him make her drink. He handed them to her, and Hayley paid. “Thanks” she added.
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Post by abbervail on Jun 25, 2008 3:25:47 GMT -5
Adam.
But please,
I don't need the compliments.  [/left] tick....tick...tick..tick was the only sound coming from the treacherous hell hole. A disgusted look came upon Adams face as he starred blankly at the, thing on the wall. tick..tick..tick.. He picked up a cushion and threw it towards the overly sized clock. It missed. He glared. He picked up the other cushion and threw it towards the wall. The clock fell with a loud, satisfactory, thump. A devilish smirked appeared right away on his handsome face. He watched the clock for a moment longer and then clicked on the T.V. He changed the Channel to 902, his favorite. The music played quietly. He sighed. There was no more....tick...tick..tick. The same disgusted look abruptly came upon his features. He cracked his neck, and walked towards the wall to the left of the fallen clock. He looked out the window, then down. he grinned. He tore out the screen and pushed the window open. He strode towards the clock, bent down picked it up, gripped it with both hands and placed it outside of the window...tick..tick..tick. He released his hands and he quickly closed the window before the clock crawled back up. He pushed down the lock. He raised an eyebrow as he looked out the window. Hummmmm, yet again, the same disgusted look was once again there. He looked towards the magnet box. Or as some people would call it, the refrigerator. He walked slowly over to the fridge and opened it. He rested his arm on the door and his other on his leg. He starred into the fridge. He could hear his mom yelling at him, Close that god damn fridge!. She called it boredom. He called it, wondering aimlessly while looking at things wishing you really wanted it. He grabbed the milk jug and popped off the cap and drank his heart content. Something shiny caught his attention and he placed the milk jug back in the fridge, without the cap.
He closed the magnet box and walked towards the object. As if a kid hypnotized by jingling keys, he picked up the object and shook them. They jingled alright. He shook his head, and indeed, they were keys. To his 1967 Chevrolet Impala to be Exact. He thought back to when he first got the car. His girlfriend at the time, Shayley, or something like that, she hated the car. He rolled his eyes. Bitch. Soon, a song came on and his attention was once again distracted. it was faint, but he could hear it. Bennie and the Jets. He chuckled and walked towards the T.V set. He turned it up.
Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlights hitting something
Thats been known to change the weather
Well kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
Youre gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound
Say, candy and ronnie, have you seen them yet
But theyre so spaced out, ba-ba-ba-bennie and the jets
Oh but theyre weird and theyre wonderful
Oh bennie shes really keen
Shes got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Ba-ba-ba-Bennie and the jets
Hey kids, plug into the faithless
Maybe theyre blinded
But -ba-ba-ba-bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets
To find whos right and whos wrong [/i] He smiled as the idea bounced into his head. He thought he had better act now before something else distracted him. Adam walked towards the door, grabbing his keys and worn leather jacket. He pushed the door open, then paused, I swear I closed that properly..? He shrugged it off and kept walking, off the porch and slamming the door to make sure it actually closed. He opened the drivers door to the Impala and it squeaked. he smiled. Just like old times. He threw his jacket on the seat next to his and hopped in. And just like it had when he opened it, it shrieked when he closed the door. He rolled down both windows and put the key in the ignition. He turned it and it took three pumps before ol' faithful pulled threw, but he knew she would. He put the car in first and rolled out of the driveway. It was Crazy busy and he put er' in first and went threw town, stopping when necessary. His arm rested on the window ledge and he went, slowly, along threw town. Music started to pound. He looked at his radio and gave it the, What the hell look. It was off. He looked right then left and saw, 'Rumors dance club'. He flicked the signal light to turn left and went in. He parked his car further away from the club, so no crazy ass drunk would do anything to it. He rolled up the windows and locked the doors. He left his jacket in the car, thinking that it would probably be smokin' hot in the club. He was single. Hot, of course he knew, and currently looking. Maybe for a girl-friend, who knew? So what better place to go then to a club. He was new also so what better way to meet people. Of course they might be smashed, but that was the fun part. The parking lot looked busy but not what he would expect for a place like this. He made his way threw the cars and came to the entrance. As he walked in, everyone did the usual, look towards the door just to see. Of course, some of the ladies marveled for a moment. The music was ecstatic and he loved it. It thumped in his chest. This really woke him up. there weren't very many people, but the night was still young so who knows. He hadn't scanned the crowd for some good looking ladies yet, he wanted a few drinks. That way, the more he drank, the better looking they got. [/size]
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Post by hayleywilliams on Jun 25, 2008 16:49:09 GMT -5
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Scenery was one of the most interesting things for Hayley. No, it wasn’t who exactly was in it, it was scenery itself. I know you might possibly think I’m crazy, but Hayley indeed thinks that way. First off, scenery brings people together. If you go to a rodeo, your going to find people who like rodeos. If your going to a Counting Crow’s concert, you are going to find people who like the band, and s fourth. It could also remind of the good times (the confetti sprinkled upon the ground, after your baby’s first birthday) or the bad (a deserted island after a natural disaster). Maybe this was why Hayley had remind silent while working on her third drink or so, paying attention to the club and who was in it. But one particular caught her eyes. Adam? Hayley had once previously dated him, but due to Hayley’s previous obsession with sex, they had broke up due to Hayley fooling around. She didn’t know he lived her yet, which was the odd thing. Hayley decided to go say hi. Even though she hated his guts for breaking up, it was her fault. If she wasn’t such a whore… Hayley walked up to him, slightly giggling. “Adam, still breaking hearts?’
Hayley scanned him and decided on the thought that he was still a total cutie. Hayley gave him a it of a flaunting smirk, and almost frowned when she remembered she couldn’t fool around anymore. Simply, because she was getting married. In Highschool, she was voted most likely to cause husband and wife to break up. As awkward as it might seem, well not so much, she did cause breakups. Very much so, but she didn’t want to hurt Charlie Parker. Previously, Hayley had also fantasized about smacking the hell out of Adam, and possibly killing him she wasn’t going to fulfill those dreams tonight. Hayley didn’t have the strength to punch anybody for once thing, and for the second Hayley did know what jail felt like. She didn’t want to go back their for the third time. Hayley continued looking at him eye to eye, admiring the engagement ring Charlie had given her purposely. Perhaps Adam would be jealous? Even if he wasn’t so, Hayley would still have to tell him to keeps his hands and other parts of the body the hell away from her. This was a good way to do so.
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Post by abbervail on Jun 25, 2008 19:45:09 GMT -5
Adam.
But please,
I don't need the compliments. [/left] Music pounded in his chest still as people around him moved lightly to it. A stream of light came in from the opened door and Adam turned to look, a girl, very hot, and followed by a guy. He shrugged and quickly looked from the door and over. Adam, still breaking hearts? he heard a familiar voice behind him. He thought quickly a replayed what she just said. Facial features went from a questioning look to a smug one. Who could forget, Miss Hayley. He now remembered, it wasn't Shayley, but Hayley. A former girl-friend of his, way back in the day. When he was young and slightly stupid. Terms hadn't ended very well, but it wasn't his fault she was somewhat a tramp.. wait, turn that somewhat into definitely. He shook his head, the only girl he actually felt like he had something with. The same questioning look re-appeared on his face. Why was she here? He had no idea that Hayley had moved. Maybe everyone thought she was...he shook his head. He wasn't about to start a fight with her. Although yes, he did hate with a passion. A smirk appeared over his face as he shook his head lightly.
He turned around, only to find her much smaller than before. skinnier than ever and hair very much like Groves. He gave her a sarcastic grin, Hayley, still sleeping around? He pushed past her and went to the bar that was only a few feet from where they were standing. The bar tender gave him a, And what would like, look. A corona please, he said casually. The guy nodded, bent down under the counter and came back up with a Corona in hand. He placed it in front of him and popped the top off as Adam placed the money on the counter. Adam nodded, Thank's. He turned around a rested an elbow on the bar counter, scanning the rest of the room, completely avoiding Hayley's gaze. He sipped on the beer.
Her hair stood out from everyone else's. He almost thought back to Grove. How after Hayley, he turned to Grove. Not as a back-up, but as a friend that turned into so much more. His Kryptonite eyes landed on a busty blonde. Not bad at all, he checked her out, and of course, another guy went over to her and kissed her, then started dancing. After two more beers, he would go out there and find him, well....you get the idea.
ooc-Muse is lacking, sorry.
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Post by hayleywilliams on Jun 25, 2008 20:12:53 GMT -5
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Hayley scoffed at his question. Are you kidding, Hayley sleeping around? No, not Hayley. She nearly gagged at the smell of beer, for some reason it just made her feel sick. Hayley wasn’t exactly a red neck, though from her slight Tennessee accent you could fooled quit easily. She wouldn’t lay her hands on any low class beer, and would rather have those fancy drinks. Sure, call her a spoiled brat (which she was) but Hayley, defiantly, thought she was to good to be drinking that shit. She nearly threw the drink out of the young woman’s hand. She looked what, thirteen? Defiantly to young to be drinking, but she didn’t judge the stranger much. Hell, when Hayley was fourteen she had been eighteen for two years. All Hayley did was shoot the taller girl a dirty look, and turned her attention back to Adam. Hayley usually wasn’t into fighting, due to the fact she was five foot two, and nearly a skeleton. She would die before she started a fight here, even if the young girl looked only thirteen. Hayley could have been wrong.
Hayley took out a cigarette and made sure to light the cancer stick. Unlike most of her cigarettes this one didn’t contain anything illegal. Surprise, Surprise. Hayley took a long drag, and puffed the smoke toward Adam. Sure, she hated his guts, but he still was extremely sexy. It’s a shame; Hayley’s heart belonged to Charlie. Shame, Shame. ”Well, of course. Actually, I’m getting married so not so much anymore love.” She said giving him a look of innocence. “Besides, half of them were for drugs anyway, so it wasn’t really sleeping around. It was for business, babe.” The girl winked and smiled back at him once more. Hayley followed him, not planning on letting him leave anytime soon. “Corona, please.” She came up behind and shook her head. ”Sex on the beach, based on vodka.” Hayley stated, in a thingyy tone.
”Lets fill you in a little on my life, then your going to do the same. After you, I started dating something called cocaine, and then he broke up with me. So I stated dating heroine. Then I was arrested, by Charlie Parker. He saw me in a park, cutting myself, and getting high. We become friends, and yes, the cop proposed to me. By the way, I have a kid. He’s three, and his name is chuck. Did I forget to mention, HE’S YOURS?”
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Post by abbervail on Jun 25, 2008 21:00:08 GMT -5
Adam.
But please,
I don't need the compliments. [/left] He shook his head as Hayley came back to his face, first knocking a girls drink out of her hands. He laughed, careful love, she might pummel your sorry ass He still avoided her gaze, but like good ol' Hayley, she could give a rats ass. He finished off his drink and placed it on the counter behind him. The bar tender gave held up another one and gave him the You wanna another one look. Adam put up his index finger as if to say, hold on a sec. The tender nodded his head and put it back. He turned back around and looked straight into Hayley's eyes as she spoke, i mean after all it was the polite thing to do. Right? Hayley lite up a smoke,Well, of course. Actually, I’m getting married so not so much anymore love.....Besides, half of them were for drugs anyway, so it wasn’t really sleeping around. It was for business, babe. He chuckled. Married?! HA! he sighed, Marriage? For a 'sweet thang' like you, yea right. If a relationship wouldn't stop you from sleeping around, what makes you think marriage will? Common' Hayley, regardless of what you did it for. You still did it. He grabbed the cigarette out of her fragile hand and popped it in the guys drink who went by. He looked at Adam and Adam gave him a innocent questioning look, the guy didn't want to start anything so he kept walking. You look half dead Hayley. don't be stupid.
He turned back around to the counter and nodded for the bar tender to give him that drink. He chugged it down and blew his breath in Hayley's face, just as she did when she blew smoke in his. He smirked and walked off towards a group of ladies. She started to speak again and he rolled his eyes, stopping and turning towards her. Lets fill you in a little on my life, then your going to do the same.Whatever you say sugar puff. He looked at her intently and with clear sarcasm written all over his face. After you, I started dating something called cocaine, and then he broke up with me. So I stated dating heroine. Then I was arrested, by Charlie Parker. He saw me in a park, cutting myself, and getting high. We become friends, and yes, the cop proposed to me. By the way, I have a kid. He’s three, and his name is chuck. Did I forget to mention, HE’S YOURS? Adam wasn't really paying attention till he heard...Kid...three...yours[/b]. The sarcasm was whipped off of his face and he felt like punching the person behind him, whoever it was. He grabbed her frail arms and starred her down. mouth opened to yell in anger and frustration, but nothing came out. Eyes started to mist over and he swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in his throat. He looked down at his hands that were still gripping Hayley's arm tightly. He quickly released. He stood there blankly and motionless not knowing what the hell to say. He looked into Hayley's eyes to see if she was just pullin' his thingy. No, she was telling the truth, the smug look was on her face that said she was serious. He stood there still looking in her eyes, searching for answers, details...anything! He's yours was all that played in his mind, over and over and over.[/size]
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Post by hayleywilliams on Jun 25, 2008 21:44:08 GMT -5
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Hayley placed her hand on her hip, looking down at the ground slightly. Hayley wasn’t one of those whores, that you heard about frequently in the school’s gossip column. She wasn’t your normal, big breasted blond that men dreamed about. She wasn’t even your normal druggie. Hayley had this innocence about her that made the girls say “she’s so cute” rather than the boys say “damn that girl is fine”. So normally when she told people she’d been a druggie they’re jaw dropped open and people where like “yea right”. Ok, so eventually word got out in Highschool about her sex addiction and Hayley lost her reputation, including her friends. Most of the people she went to Highschool with remembered Hayley as the slut of Tennessee. Her family moved, for that reason because they where so flabbergasted to here such rumors spread about her wonderful, sweet daughter. Of course her parents didn’t know the half of it, but that’s what lead Hayley here in Pinewood. Hayley looked at Charlie kinky, in a way, then quickly turned her facial expressions back to Hayley’s so called ‘normal’. ”So what brings you here at Pinewood, babe?” She asked him trying to make conversation. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. “I’m the sweetest ‘thang’ you’ll ever meet dear. And if your trying to make fun of my accent, insult something that means something to me.”
She shook her head, and went quiet before she replied to him once more. Shouldn’t she leave him alone? Oh heavens no. She’d prefer to bother him, and carry on a conversation. ”But I’m the sweetest ‘thang’ you’ll ever have had in your life. And baby, you would know that love can change a person. Make’ um legally insane. If you don’t believe me honey check this.” Hayley shoved the hand that contained the ring in his face mockingly before she started talking to him again. “I did love you, sweetie. You know I did. But I needed the thrill. It was once, or twice, ok three times. You should have given me the benefit of the doubt. I don’t even think I was takin’ drugs when I was dating you. Fuck I can’t remember. I would have killed for you to say you loved me, but now I really am in love with another man. Someone who just doesn’t want me for me sex, which I think was all you wanted for me. Because I’m easy.” Hayley said with a slight ‘I just old you’ smock. She contained herself from smacking other girls who where drinking bear, and picked up her drink taking a quick sip. Her mouth literally dropped opened when she no longer had the cigarette in her hand. “Excuse me?” she said looking pissed. Hayley, was pissed. When he had told her she looked half head Hayley nearly spit her drink out. She lifted up her shirt quickly, showing him how her bones could be seen without a doubt, and slight veins seemed to have showed themselves. She put down her shirt. “Well no, shit.”
The shot girl gagged when she smelt the drink. “Ewww, your freaking..UGHHH” She rolled her eyes and stomped her foot. How dare anyone treat her like that. Hayley looked around for hot boys, the ones that you could hold a conversation with. But they all looked drunk and horney. She didn’t want to end up in someone’s bed, again. Unless the man had curly hair and name was Charlie. Hayley crossed her arms again, slightly acting like bitch. At least Hayley wasn’t fake. “If you ever call me sugar puff again, see where your d I c k will end up when I shove it in your mouth as you sleep.” Threatened the angry girl, who obviously needed another drunk to chill. She took a sip of the red liquid. Mmmm, good. Hayley’s eyes began tearing and she tried to wipe them. She couldn’t get emotional in front of her ex. I mean really, was this even legal? “Kid, three, yours.” She repeated and nodded in agreement. “Right after we, ugh, had fun I kinda of forgot to tell you that the condom broke. And that I hadn’t taken the pill. I noticed I began getting sick every morning. That’s when I took the test. It read positive. I ended up going into labor while I was on a trail ride. Chey Kingrey helped me give birth.” Hayley felt his grib on her arm. It kind of, hurt.
“You’re a father.”
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Post by abbervail on Jun 26, 2008 1:33:54 GMT -5
Adam.
But please,
I don't need the compliments. [/left] Her accent was adorable, but Adam felt like punching himself for ever thinking something like that. They hated each other. A blind and deaf person would be able to figure that out. She broke his gaze and he looked away too, maybe easing the tension. Nope. So what brings you here at Pinewood, babe?”...... He thought for a moment, what did bring him here? The girl. Oh yes, Grove, the one he had to call her parents to find out where she was cause he finally grew some balls to actually talk to her and maybe make things up. They had and they said what had been needed, but she had left. He was aware that she loved him too, but that things wouldn't ever work out. Business. he replied simply with no emotion. “I’m the sweetest ‘thang’ you’ll ever meet dear. And if your trying to make fun of my accent, insult something that means something to me.” Adam's devilish smile crawled on his handsome face, Tell me Hayley, What does mean something to you? Clearly not your Reputation, nor your appearance. So please, 'enlighten' me. His tone was sarcastic and smug.
Adam had actually forgotten about Hayley for the longest time. Then he met Grove, then the accident happened. He breathed in, held it for a moment then released. He was about to talk and tell Hayley to saud off and try to get with some other guy, but no, 'it' spoke again. But I’m the sweetest ‘thang’ you’ll ever have had in your life. And baby, you would know that love can change a person. Make’ um legally insane. If you don’t believe me honey check this. wow, he thought, she could be a comedian, Trust me, I have had way sweeter 'thangs' than you 'darlin', this time he actually meant to push fun at her accent. Without a response to her other statement, a ring was shoved in his general direction. He grabbed her hand, looked at the ring, Lovoleh. So who's the bloke you paid to marry you? he said the last part shoving her hand away and looking around the bar. Is he hear, 'love'? She spoke mockingly towards him, so he decided to fight back with his bitter, sarcastic, smug attitude. It's what he was good at best, especially when it was towards Hayley. But in an instant he turned sweet, and caring, I did love you, sweetie. You know I did. But I needed the thrill. It was once, or twice, ok three times. You should have given me the benefit of the doubt. I don’t even think I was takin’ drugs when I was dating you. Fuck I can’t remember. I would have killed for you to say you loved me, but now I really am in love with another man. Someone who just doesn’t want me for my sex, which I think was all you wanted for me. Because I’m easy.
Another sarcastic burst of laughter came form Adam, 'sweetie', Don't even try the whole, 'oh you never loved me' bull shit. I loved you more than anything. And your right, you weren't taken' drugs, that's what made me happy. To see you happy. To see you laugh, smile, look at me. He touched her face gently, but quickly pulled his hand back, God damn it Hayley. I can't do this. For shit sake your getting married! As he put the cigarette in the guys drink, Excuse me? was all that came from her mouth. That was all the satisfactory needed, to see her snooty patooty pout on her face. Which made him regret what he had said just a few moments earlier. I didn't say anything toots' Hayley lifted her shirt when Adam made the, Your half dead comment. Thanks tips. Hence why I said it.Ewww, your freaking..UGHHH he smirked and shook his head, same ol' Hayley.If you ever call me sugar puff again, see where your d I c k will end up when I shove it in your mouth as you sleep. Seriously, 'babe', when are you going to grow up? Your getting married. I mean don't get me wrong, im happy for you. really, but please don't tell me you act this way infront of your, 'fiance' , plus, only you would know how big my thingy is. So please, I don't need the compliment He smiled and scanned the club again. The same group of girls were still standing there, and looking in his direction, looking up and down, checking him out.
Hayley started to get teary eyed. He didn't know whether or not to comfort her, like the old days, or tell her to suck it up. Things were serious now, he was a father. No...no He thought to himself while shaking his head. Right after we, ugh, had fun I kinda of forgot to tell you that the condom broke. And that I hadn’t taken the pill. I noticed I began getting sick every morning. That’s when I took the test. It read positive. I ended up going into labor while I was on a trail ride. Chey Kingrey helped me give birth. The last few parts he put his hand infront of her face, not wanting to hear about her giving birth. Eww, stop please. I'm a guy. We don't need to know shit like that. He sighed and starred at the floor, I'm a father... He thought. He ran his hands threw his hair, and rubbed his forehead. What the hell do we do? He said in a almost hushed tone.
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Post by hayleywilliams on Jun 26, 2008 11:29:50 GMT -5
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[Rated R, for crappiness.]
Hayley didn’t know what to say exactly. I mean, what was she supposed to say? Hayley stood there, with her hands on her hips smiling. She didn’t want to compliment him, though. It wasn’t what you did when you hated someone, it just wasn’t. You wouldn’t go up to a singer you hated, and be all “Hey, I love you” would you? Hayley looked behind her; the paranoia of anyone she knew had ganged up on her from behind/ What if Charlie saw her, and called the wedding off? Hayley waited for the answer of her ex. She honestly did miss him terribly, though she missed him as a friend. Hayley didn’t want to say anything, back to the you just don’t compliment your enemy thing, but she figured she would tell him later. Everyone needed to know they were missed even if it was a useless scumbag, it didn’t make a deference in her mine. Tell me Hayley, What does mean something to you? Clearly not your Reputation, nor your appearance. So please, 'enlighten' me. Is what she heard Adam say. Hayley nearly scoffed when she ran what he said through he head. “Hon, I give a damn about my reputation, babe. And I’m trying to loose weight for my appearance. Don’t make fun of the tub of lard, please.” Hayley said looking away.
Sure, Hayley forgot Adam for about three months or so, but it was hard to do when you had his kid with you asking where or who daddy was. Poor kids probably going to end up being gay. Hayley scanned Adam up and down. “Most defiantly still a heart breaker.” Hayley nodded, sarcasm rolling of her tongue, like a land side. After all, it was her main language. Hayley winked at a guy, in skinny jeans. He winked back at her, and walked away. Damn. Hayley just wanted to find some friends, but it was hard to do in a crowed of drunk hoes and sluts. Everyone nearly seemed to be drunk, or seemed rude. Of course Hayley knew a thing or to about acting rude, but it was hard to make friends that way of course. Trust me, I have had way sweeter 'thangs' than you 'darlin', Again, with the accent. Why did she have to have an accent anyway? I mean, she wasn’t even in Tennessee and couldn’t seem to get rid of it. She wasn’t going to put up with Adam’s insult, and replied to him shaking her head. “Babe, again with the accent. It doesn’t bother me darlin’. Any who, that might have been possibly candy. I doubt you’ve hand anything sweeter. Everyone wanted to date Hayley Mathews.” Her voice was slightly thingyy and her stance was arrogant. She looked back at the asshole, awaiting his much long for reply. Her voice even thingyier when he had grabbed her hand. He better freaking believe it. “Very fun, Adam. I’m laughing so hard right now.” She pointed to her face and applied a fake smile before speaking again. “This time I didn’t get paid, because he actually loves me. See how that works Adam When you actually love someone they love you back.” And that was right, but not in most cases. “Of course he isn’t here.” She said in disgusted. Why would her soon to be husband be at a in which she’d be flirting? Whatever. Hayley shrugged it off.
Another sarcastic burst of laughter came form Adam, 'sweetie', Don't even try the whole, 'oh you never loved me' bull shit. I loved you more than anything. And your right, you weren't taken' drugs, that's what made me happy. To see you happy. To see you laugh, smile, look at me. He touched her face gently, but quickly pulled his hand back, God damn it Hayley. I can't do this. For shit sake your getting married! As he put the cigarette in the guys drink, Excuse me? was all that came from her mouth. That was all the satisfactory needed, to see her snooty patooty pout on her face. Which made him regret what he had said just a few moments earlier. I didn't say anything toots' Hayley lifted her shirt when Adam made the, Your half dead comment. Thanks tips. Hence why I said it.Ewww, your freaking..UGHHH he smirked and shook his head, same ol' Hayley.If you ever call me sugar puff again, see where your d I c k will end up when I shove it in your mouth as you sleep. Seriously, 'babe', when are you going to grow up? Your getting married. I mean don't get me wrong, im happy for you. really, but please don't tell me you act this way infront of your, 'fiance' , plus, only you would know how big my thingy is. So please, I don't need the compliment He smiled and scanned the club again. The same group of girls were still standing there, and looking in his direction, looking up and down, checking him out.
'sweetie', Don't even try the whole, 'oh you never loved me' bull shit. I loved you more than anything. And your right, you weren't taken' drugs, that's what made me happy. To see you happy. To see you laugh, smile, look at me. Hayley listened to him feeling sort of well, bad? But that didn’t last very long. “You’re not allowed to call me Sweetie. More than anything huh? More than to give me a chance? Ha-Ha, yea, I totally believed that you loved me. I didn’t take drugs because of you. I gave you my heart, and when I got it back I gave it to someone else. Though, I still think you’re amazing. I miss you.” Hayley gave him a smile of approval as he touched her face. Hayley leaned over about ready to kiss him, but she stopped herself. Fuck you Adam, your bringing the whore out in me. Good girls don’t do things like this, they just don’t. I’m a good girl.” Hayley said, attempting to lock gaze with her eyes. “I love Charlie Parker’ She restated. Ugh, he was about ready to get hung. Hayley pouted once more, taking out another cigarette and lighting it. She took a drag, but this time let out smoke gradually away from Adam’s face. “I’m sorry I’m fat, it isn’t my fault.” She said in comment to his Thanks tips. Hence why I said it . She again, stayed silent once more before speaking again. 'babe', when are you going to grow up? Your getting married. I mean don't get me wrong, im happy for you. really, but please don't tell me you act this way infront of your, 'fiance' , plus, only you would know how big my thingy is. So please, I don't need the compliment He had a point, but Hayley wasn’t going to let him know. “Grow up? I’m not the immature one here. Yay, I don’t need your happiness. What he knows won’t hurt him, and it really wasn’t all that big.” She said giving him a wink.
“What do, we do? I mean, …..” Finally, a tear fell from her eye.
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