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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 25, 2006 8:57:26 GMT -5
She gave him an acknowledging nod, actually catching the lighter. She couldn't help but smile at the simplicity of his lighter; just a plain Bic lighter for him. It was kind of cute in a way, she'd actually expected him to have some bad-ass torch or something. She flicked the lighter a couple of times, before finally getting a flame to light her cigarette with.
She stayed leaning against the wall, not really caring what happened to her cardigan. She still had the lighter though, and was carelessly rolling in in he right hand, while using her left hand to hold her cigarette.
"Life is...same old, same old," she said, quietly, before taking a long drag of her cigarette. This was the third time she'd been out in ten days, which was actually mildly depressing. Of course, her parents had been insisting she start the school year off on the right foot, which obviously meant, to them at least, that she shouldn't be able to leave the house until all her work for the week was completed and perfect. It's not like really what her grades were, her parents were eager enough to probably pay off a university for her admittance.
"Yours?," she exhaled, trying to make rounds with the smoke.
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 25, 2006 23:22:17 GMT -5
It was strange, as in a way; he was surprised by her answer. Life; for the dear Elites should never had sounded as boring as she described it. Same old, same old was what the Rebel’s lives should be, and maybe not even that. Personally, Jeremy could have never described the recent events in his life as she did, at least something exciting had to have happened, or instance; she was with Hunter, that had to be good, Hunter was a great bloke, even if he did say himself. As a mate, Hunter was loyal, brave and humorous, he was never lacking in energy, and had such an extended personality, for a guy. If not that, how was her family? Greenpeace or whatever it was called, come one, there had to be something interesting or different going on. Her parents, they were obsessive, but maybe something big, for the business, or the household was going on. Anything really. “I see.” With a laugh, he tried to put on an understanding act, though it was hard as he had no idea were her comment had come from, none. Even in his own life things happened, people cheated, and the press raged.
With a light shrug, he pushed himself up against the wall, leaving marks of the rough cobblestone surface pressed against his shirt. Smokey ringlets fluttered neatly from his nostrils as he continued to inhale the cigarette. Soon, the bud dropped off at his command, as he tapped the top of the cigarette, allowing the burnt excess to fall to the ground. Immediately, he pressed the end of the joint back to his lips and continued the process, not yet bothering to answer the female’s question, not yet anyway.
No, nothing big had really happened in his life lately, but he’d still fill her in with all the minor details, that’s what he did. “Nothing too much really, you know, Holly’s being a total bitch, acting as though she runs the household. Mum went off to Chicago the other day, left me with the stinkin’ brats, you’d think she’d realise that they’re bloody old enough to defend for themselves, suppose she was worried that Holly would invite all those friends of hers over and trash the house, it would probably happen though. More Megan, like seriously, Holly is so darn protective, like not of Meegs, but of mum. I went into New York City the other day, it sucked, I went to some stupid gig, and no one even turned up. I hate it when that happens, we’re all gettin’ ready to play down here though, it’ll be good Joe reckons, I don’t know though. You should come, seriously.” Laughing, he filled her in on all the recent events. Sure, he could have gone on, as there was lots to say, but he didn’t.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 25, 2006 23:40:03 GMT -5
"I thought I was supposed to be the one with the vicious social calendar," she laughed under breath, while listening to Jeremy recount his past few days. Little siblings, something she could sympathize with him on. She would trade her waste-of-air little brother for his littler sister anytime. She almost brought up the subject, until she realized that that would have been interrupting him. Instead, she let him finish with his tale of the barely sold out show. That's gotta suck, she thought. She didn't know much about performing, but she knew enough to know that an empty house was not something highly anticipated with any sort of art, music and theatre especially.
"Yeah, I heard about that. Hunter is constantly raving about you guys. Sucks about the no-show's though," she offered. She wasn't all that practiced in comforting guys, as she was usually the one being re-assured by Hunter. "And while we're on the subject of Hunter, let's not bring up Hunter. He's a petty annoyance, and he's been acting like a minx lately," she took another long drag on her cigarette.
She took off her cardigan, having finally adjusted to the outside temperature. This, to her dismay, exposed her extremely untanned back and shoulders. Not only was it hard for her to tan in general, but she hadn't been in the sun that much this summer. Of course, that was her only problem with it. Now, if her parents saw her without the sweater on, they would surely curse her for her abhorrent behavior, and if Madison saw her, she would visually accost her for showing that much skin around someone besides Hunter.
"Are you doing anything else tonight?"
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 26, 2006 0:16:39 GMT -5
What the? He questioned his own ears. Had he actually heard right? Of course not! Or maybe he had. With a cough, trying to adjust his senses to the change of conversation, he pressed himself harder up against the wall. A sigh a relaxation ran gently through his dry lips as he yawned casually, totally bored with the situation. That was until she actually spoke, the questioned hung in the air, lingering as he tried to grasp it, it was so weird, really. Nothing could have prepared him for the shock. But then come to think of it, maybe that wasn’t what she’d meant, maybe it just came out wrong. With her words, she actually asked him what he had planned for this evening. Sure, he could have lied, and told her he was going out or something, but that was being silly, and rushing to conclusions, so instead, he played it cool.
“Miss Taylor Dear, are you asking me out?” With his abrupt voice, he laughed. Okay, so he didn’t play it cool, not at all, he still jumped to those outrageous conclusions and with laughter, asked her if his suspicion was correct or not. For certain, he must have heard wrong, or got the wrong idea, as asking him out, when she was still the girlfriend of his close friend Hunter, well that was wrong, and anyway, her of all people, even when, or if the two did break up, she would have the loyalty of an Elite, and stay well away from Jeremy. Sure, Jeremy wasn’t exactly the best at doing so, but he’d never betray Hunter, unless it was pure payback, and then, yeah, he’d do anything to get revenge, seriously. He was like this, yes, quite competitive with issues like that; revenge, he didn’t mind being beaten in races, games, or even relationships, but revenge was a biggy, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to get even with something, that excluded murder, rape, or abuse.
Friends; some of them seriously were users, take Joel Peterson for example, they were friends, way back, in Sophomore year, but then it got messy. When the boys were Freshmen, Joel began to date Alexa, the vile bitch she was, all skank and whore she was, and he continued to do this, even though she’d obversely slept with quite a few of the guys in her class; including himself; Jeremy, this was a couple of year later though. Joel knew this, but didn’t care, but the sad, and quite pathetic thing was; that Alexa acted as though she held no interest in more Joel whatsoever. Though they’d been dating, it seemed to be on the rocks, and clearly, after the issue, there would be no hope of returning to the relationship. Basically, Alexa slept with someone else, and that someone else was dead Jeremy. Now, if he could take that night back, he certainly would, seeing as there really wasn’t any point in sleeping with her; seriously.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 26, 2006 0:40:20 GMT -5
She choked on smoke at Jeremy's reaction. Oh, no. Oh no, oh no. He had taken that way out of context, but it was probably her fault, given the way she phrased the question. As her eyes bugged out her head with shock, the took the cigarette from her lips, hoping she would regain her composure sooner rather than later.
"Wow, " she was coughing lighter now, "that was a misinterpretation. What I meant was, 'this lunch was a waste, mind if I crash your plans for the night because I could use a little fun, or am I too ranked to hang out with you'?," she smirked, having obviously regained her composure. "No offense, but it would be so mean to cheat on Hunter with you, and I'm hoping that you have something remotley dangerous and exciting to do" she added, hopefully making it clear she didn't want to tag around if he was going to the grocery store, or to play video games.
"Do I have a tan? Or is the light tricking me?"
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 26, 2006 1:52:54 GMT -5
Laughing, he shook his skull the tiniest bit, almost motionlessly. He felt silly in some text, but the rest of him just wanted to laugh. It was a joke, a pure joke, seriously, no harm was done, and none should have been done. The situation was quite funny really, and he would laugh, until it wasn’t necessary anymore. And so that’s exactly what he did, broke into a chuckle and didn’t stop until the expression on both of their faces faded to disgust. But they didn’t, not for a while, and with her next statement, or question, whatever it was, he could have continued laughing, which probably would have been easier anyway. Instead, he stopped, and waited for her to speak once again.
When the time did come, and she spoke, he pondered on the topic. True, he was unsure of what he was planning to do that evening, as he didn’t usually make any arrangements before dusk fell, but he supposed he could think of something, and invite her if it sounded even to the slightest degree of interest to the female. “Ahhh. I suppose I’ll go out; somewhere. If you have any suggestions, I’m totally open to them, and if you like the sounds of it, you’re very welcome to come, and of course, bring Hunter if you like.” With a smile, he finished speaking. Laying it down in front of her what was going to happen, completely.
Yes, nights were usually like this; boring. Dinner wasn’t an ongoing thing at Mr. Stiller’s place, as he had no interest cooking for himself, so it was usually take away, or microwave, two choices. After this, he would occasionally head out, if not; he’d sit in front of the television eating junk food and watching repeats of TV series. No, never dramas, soaps, or reality television, but instead old classics and thrillers. He did enjoy the occasional crime scene or criminal show, but never, and when I say never, I mean never, CSI, whether it’s Miami, New York, Chicago, or bloody Ompa Lumpa Land! Criminal Minds had to be his favourite murder show, but still, they weren’t his favourite. Comedy was great, stupid old blokes doing ridiculous things, or Jackass, yes that’s right Jackass, so the best television series/movie ever made. Full stop.
Oh, and about the tan, he answered with a simple; “I dunno.” And of course; a shrug.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 26, 2006 1:58:48 GMT -5
"I was thinking that maybe going to a club would be nice. Tonight feels like a good night to get a little bit buzzed," she added, dropping her cigarette to the pavement and smothering it out with her heel. After she decided that the cigarette wouldn't cause any national disasters, and was completely extinct, she rejoined the conversation.
"Ugh. Hunter's in the city looking at godforsaken NYU for reasons beyond my realm of knowledge," she grimaced. She knew he was only going on a tour to please his mother, but she didn't think it was fair for her to have to abide by his rules even when he didn't. "So, does The Club work, or can you think of something better?"
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 26, 2006 2:18:09 GMT -5
Clubbing; a ridiculous form of unexciting, unpleasant activity for the night lovers. Yes, he disliked clubs very much, and certainly wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t to please Taylor, no way. “Taylor. You know I fucking hate those things, there is no point in dancing with yourself after being smashed. Why don’t we go and see a movie; Jackass 2 is screening, and I know you want to.” With a laugh, he made it quite clear to her that he would rather dry hump Hunter than go clubbing. No, that wasn’t a joke either. He’d only ever been clubbing with Hunter anyway, and never even slightly enjoyed it, it was just ridiculous, and there was no point. Unlike other things, such as driving extremely fast under the influence of either drugs or alcohol, there was a point in doing that; simply, it was a fun way to die. But clubbing, there really wasn’t a point in doing so.
It wasn’t from bad experiences no, he’d only ever had boring experiences with clubbing, nothing major, but it was still this that turned him off, the idea of dancing around or chatting to completely random chicks at the bar, or doing shots with your mates. Miss Taylor could go fucking clubbing anytime she wanted with Hunter, he’d be happy to take her, but with Jeremy; fuck no. This was him, don’t try to move, budge or persuade him to change his mind about anything, it wasn’t going to happen; seriously. He’d been like this for a long time, but I won’t tell you; because the examples show that it is actually possible to make him change him mind, avoiding bribery or such
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 26, 2006 9:00:49 GMT -5
"Bite me," she said under her breath. She was a little perturbed that he didn't just take her idea and run with it. When she suggested something to someone other than say, Madison, it was more of a mandate than something to be thought about and rejected. She couldn't help but to balk at his suggestion, either. She'd caught a couple minutes of the Jackass show on MTV a couple weeks ago, and was totaly confused about it. To her, it was just a bunch of guys who were going to get themselves killed sooner than later. Not particularly entertaining, but she also wasn't in the mood for arguing tonight.
"Before I say anything else, I'm going to be a nuisance and ask you why you are so averse to dancing," she smirked, no longer leaning up against the brick wall, and took two steps towards him. She doubted he would be intimidates, and given him and his distorted sense of reality, he would probably misinterpret her actions. Again. She cocked an eyebrow and waited for his response.
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 26, 2006 23:14:34 GMT -5
Here she was, totally confronting him about his decision, yeah, well stuff her too. Her and her boyfriend. Trust was a big thing in a relationship, or the friendship that Hunter and Jeremy held, and so if both characters; Hunter and dear Taylor wanted to breach this code, then they were, well, they didn’t matter! He hated the female for this, sure, it held his own personality apart; curiously, and the need to find a reason, but in a female, this was just plain annoying. Like off the movies, when the bloke got home from wherever he’d been, the pub, or somewhere else; usually naughty, but when they craved to just sleep it off, the female always had to be there, poking and prodding into their business; ‘Where have you been darling’, ‘I thought you’d be back at least an hour ago.’, ‘I hope you’re not sneaking out.’ Like for god sakes woman; we’re full grown men! Sure, we need you to do our washing, cooking, and housework, but you don’t have to be a complete snoop! Sure, it may have been slightly understandable, in some situations, but other than that; it was simply ridiculous, and not to mention annoying. So, with this thought about deeply, he lodged his opinion, just like he’d thought; “You know what Taylor, I’d rather fuckin’ dry hump Hunter than shake my booty whilst heavily intoxicated with the cheap crap they sell to underage teenagers who are looking to get drunk of candy!” True, he was frustrated, but it was a joke all in the same.
Yeah, so what, he wasn’t exactly keen to dance, but would much rather go and see a movie. If not Jackass, then something, truly, anything had to be better than stupid clubbing, anything! Movie’s weren’t such a big part of his life, along with acting. Unlike most of the children, or teenager’s who accommodated themselves, and their families in Collingstead, he didn’t act, he didn’t even have an interest in the business. Music; yes, music was everything to him, if there wasn’t music, if their was no place for his band, and their tunes in Collingstead, he certainly wouldn’t have moved here. He liked his hand, he liked singing, playing the guitar and rocking basically. The members were decent; Hunter and that, but he would have liked to advance in the future, turn the gig-playing rockers into something bigger, something better, get a good name for themselves and such, instead of looking like total wannabes up in the city; becoming something great, that everyone wanted to see, wanted to be. Fans; yes they lacked in them. There were the parents of the musicians, the girlfriends; well, sort of, and some other random people who dug their style. Yeah, that was it; they didn’t people to dig their style, enjoy their music, dance, and sing along. Sure, that’d be great; being able to turn up to a concert, play, and for everyone to be able to sing along, cause they’d recited the lyrics over and over again, they owned all their albums, could name every song they song off the top of their heads; real fans.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 26, 2006 23:28:43 GMT -5
"Well, I would rather dry hump Hunter too, but that is completely besides the point!," she almost screamed, flustered. God, it would be so much easier for her to just go see movie, but she wasn't giving this one up without a fight. "Well, if we can't go clubbing," she snarled, "and I have no intention of seeing a movie about guys who staple things to their asses," she made a reference to the one episode of Jackass she had atually watched, "let's go...do something!," she was now bordering on a shriek. It didn't take much to provoke a major fit from Taylor, and Jeremy seemed like a skilled button pusher.
"Let's go get drunk or something. Can we agree that we could probably stand each other more when we're intoxicated?," she said sharply, calming down from her little tantrum.
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 26, 2006 23:58:48 GMT -5
It was funny really; Taylor having her own little hissy hit, and right in front of you. Free to watch, and certainly free to enjoy. It was a real scene, like something from an episode of a TV drama, and of course; free to air. It was great really; her taunts, pouts and sobbing, well none of the last one, but the rest; yeah. Eyes widened and he stood alert, trying desperately not to crack up laughing at her display of immature behaviour, and yes, this was Jeremy talking. He could be like this, on some occasions, but it was usually the alcohol, or drugs to blame, and not to the extreme of this. Her comments, about Hunter were completely off the point, like duh! Of course she’d rather sleep with her boyfriend than go out clubbing, but it was different for Jeremy, a he was male, and yes; Hunter was also. Actually, come to think of it, no…we won’t go there. Her attitude was fiery, but he’d interrupt with no problem, as it didn’t really worry him, not at all to be correct.
“Tay, calm down.” And she did, maybe his words weren’t the reason, but they could have helped all the same. As her voice softened and she stopped throwing her fists around, he could relax, and so could she. It was true though, her words, and maybe getting totally drunk off their faces could be fun, but he wouldn’t go unless she bribed. “I'll go, if I really must, but on one tiny condition; you pay.” His a definite grin, he chuckled, sarcastically. This was good; a free night out in town, with a girl; who was actually off limits, but they could look the part, avoid embarrassment of going out; alone.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 27, 2006 0:11:58 GMT -5
"Why would that be a problem?," she cocked an eyebrow at Jeremy's demands, and set her hands on her impossibly small hips. "I have a running tap almost everywhere. I have to pay for it all at the end of the month, but it's not like anything I purchase comes out of my pocket," she smiled indignantly. Yeah, she'd won. Did it require any effort besides a fake hissy fit? No.
"Let me call a ride, hold on one," she motioned with her index finer, "second." She pressed a speed-dial key on her cell phone, and off she went, speaking a mile per minute. Sometimes she scared herself at how fast she talked when she was excited or frustrated. After closing her phone, after a grand total of about 30 seconds, she turned to Jeremy.
"So, where do you want to go?"
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 27, 2006 0:27:41 GMT -5
“Well of course darling.” With an accent of a rather posh Englishman, he grinned. “You’re a women of many tricks.” He’d changed back to his subtle Scottish accent by now, and was laughing contagiously. For a moment, he thought harshly to the point where he numbed his own brain. It hurt. His eyes scaped the building, searching for any ideas, or clues to which he could decide on a destination. Nothing. Turning back to the female who stood a mere foot away from him, he thought once again, trying to come up with something. With a shrug, light, he gave up, sighing. “Nothing.” With a dull grunt he spoke. Then his tones lightened, or slid back into their normal decibel as he spoke. “Do you have any ideas?” It was quite funny how he so much emphasis into the ‘you’.
Yes, he was usually like this; darft, or ‘absolutely stupid’ as some called him. This annoyed him; yes. The teachers saw him as this, but they weren’t exactly the most helpful of adults he’d ever been in a tight environment with, they weren’t encouraging or even nice really, they were dull and boring, and full of stupid pop quizzes, which sort of killed the point, as the main idea of a pop quiz was to catch the students by surprise, which didn’t happen rarely, as they sort of occurred every single day, yet still the teacher’s were highly strung and amazed by the fact that the students could answer just about every question correctly, even though there’d been no sign, or indication that an pop quiz was coming.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 27, 2006 0:55:26 GMT -5
She took a step towards Jeremy, and then gave him a once-over, something she had never done before. It was uncharacteristcally...outgoing for her. She smirked and took another step. She did this on purpose, of course. He could mock her all he wanted, but she still had a certain amount of power over him. Besides the whole status thing he kept pointing out, she could be a complete tease and he couldn't do anything about it. A little bit of healthy boundary re-inforcement never hurt anyone, did it.
"Well, there are plenty of places that we could get plastered at around here," she still had her daring smirk on her face. "Or, we could just go to The Club," she offered. She took another step closer to him, and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm looking for the car," she stated simply, leaning slighlty on him, looking over his shoulder to the street.
"Not here," she sighed in mock defeat, letting her hand linger. She had to keep it there long enough to get a reaction that she could recount to well...everyone.
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