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Post by ana isabel bailey on May 26, 2009 14:37:49 GMT -5
 It had been a couple days ago, maybe a few that Anabel Bailey's heart had been embalmed, tossed in a coffin, and buried six feet under. Oh it had been in critical condition for days, but that night had simply killed it. There was nothing left. She was the sweet loving little fiancée of Jason Irving no more, and her heart was just plain gone. There was no point in having one, what purpose would it serve but to break again. No, Ana had already resolved that she didn't want to love anyone again. No men anyway, and she couldn't see herself as a lesbian. Joining a nunnery had stopped being an option eleven days before her fifteenth birthday. That left her with a single option in her mind and that was to find herself a boy toy, a friend with benefits, someone with the same advantages as a boyfriend but no strings attached. No talk of marriage, no promises of fidelity, no chance of her heart being broken. When she thought about it she realized she should have just done this to begin with and never thought she was the one that would have a happy ending.
Running a pale bony little finger down the side of a dark Coors light bottle, forming a line in the condensation, Ana let out a heavy sigh, shutting her eyes and letting that hellish night pass through her mind, let the bitter feeling consume her and drive her on. She didn't know why she'd trusted Jason to begin with. All men were liars and she knew that, had since she was thirteen. They were categorically dishonest, disloyal, and unfaithful. Somehow the tall, dark haired man had taken the cynical Annie, purged her of her distrust, and promised her happiness only to rip it all away. Oh, there had been mistakes on both sides. She probably shouldn't have told him they were taking a break and left him to his own devices, but how was she supposed to know that the only man she trusted was going to invite his little friend into his bed, their bed. She'd thought it didn't need to be said that they were going to stay single even though they were apart. She should have remembered that men couldn't keep it in their pants, even "good" men like Jason. Their base needs were always first on their list, well before any love for their significant others.
For the last few nights she'd preferred the curl up and die approach to their now official breakup. Her tenth grade biology teacher had said dying of a broken heart was impossible, but that didn't stop Annie from trying. As the days of misery wore on though she'd become bitter. Why should she morn the loss of a man that had lied to her and cheated on her? She wasn't some poor little thing with no aspiration in life but to marry him and have his babies. In two more years she'd be out of college and she'd have a strong career ahead of her and maybe she could even have a kid or two through a sperm bank or something. She didn't need a man's presence in her life to be happy. In the past few days she'd also made the decision to move out of the tiny bedroom in her mother's house and into an apartment. It wasn't an especially nice place, but it gave her more space than she had at her mother's, and anyway she wouldn't have to listen to the headboard banging and the springs creaking in the room over when her mother chose to be intimate with her boyfriend. Yes, Ana had decided, she was going to be ok. She had hardened against Jason and what he had meant to her and now she was ready to move on, or at least that's what she told herself. In reality she just needed a distraction, but she wouldn't admit that to herself.
Taking a look around the pub she now found herself in it dawned on Ana that her future with Jason had been ruined by this very institution, if one were to attempt to trace fate back to its roots. If Murphy's didn't exist there would have been no drunk, no car crash, no not crazy but not quite sane Jason, no break, no cheating. This wasn't to say that her life would have been hunky dory if the whole thing had never happened; she probably would have broken up with him by now anyway since that was apparently the fate of their relationship, but her heart would still be intact. At least she still had her pride, and just to prove it to herself she had put on her finest lingerie, which though no one could see it always gave her a boost in her confidence, and a nice ruffled cami, lined her eyes with generous eye liner and carefully pinned her long blond locks back with only a few ringlets left loose. She looked hot, she felt hot, and that was what really mattered to her at this point.
Taking a begrudging sip from the bottle before her she wrinkled her nose a bit. Alcohol was alcohol and no matter her hatred for beer she wanted that buzz. Ana had drank since she was little in some form, and she wouldn't lie, it did relax her. It was for this reason she had a fake id and had been twenty-one for around four years now. She didn't really want to get trashed, not tonight anyway, but it was typical of her when she felt like crud (as she inwardly did) even though she knew getting drunk meant a hangover, a night of wonderful but very meaningless sex, and the rare, but not unknown stalker. Really, she wished she could say the idea sounded unappealing, but it didn't. She could think of few things that would give her a better feeling and make her feel like she really could stand on her own two feet after eight months of relying on a man for her happiness, a very stupid thing to do in retrospect. Tonight she was going back to being Anabel Bailey in her own right, the property of no one. It was a liberating, novel thought, even if she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to cut the cord.
TAGGED; jenson!
WORDS; 1065
NOTES; dear sweet thing.
WEARING; this
LYRICS; hinder
CREDIT; moi!
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Post by jenson lucas brooks on Jun 26, 2009 15:22:03 GMT -5
 come to bed. don't make me sleep aloneCOULDN'T HIDE THE EMPTINESS [/color][/font] you let it show. never wanted it to be so cold.
just didn't drink enough to tell me you loved me[/center]
He really wasn't the kind of guy into the night life. Clubs were just not for him. But when his buddy Ryan asked him to go out to Murphy's bar, he couldn't reuse the offer. His friend was going through a hard time, after breaking things off with his girlfriend, Aniston. It was a few months shy of their one year mark and he had been messaged on facebook by a friend of hers. She told him the whole story, and when Ryan confronted Aniston who fessed up to all of it. She had been cheating with her friends brother. Ryan was torn up, and after a week of sorrow, he wanted nothing more then to go out for a beer with Jenson. Reluctantly, Jenson agreed.
Ryan had moved in with Jenson a few days before, so the two guys were both just lounging around their apartment when the idea sparked in Ryan's mind. Jenson tried to talk him out of it at first, but decided it would do his friend good. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to some fancy club, it was a bar with a comfortable atmosphere. So the blonde went into his room and pulled on a button down A&F shirt. With a quick glance in the mirror he decided that his dark wash jeans would be fine to wear and then slipped on a pair of sneakers and walked back into the main room. He walked towards the door where Ryan was waiting, and before leaving slipped his wallet off the counter and into his back pocket.
It wasn't long before the were at Murphy's, sitting at the bar and drinking down beers. Though Jenson wasn't much of a drinker, he was on his second, just trying to enjoy himself for his friends sake. Ryan's eyes was soon caught by a girl sitting down the bar, drinking a Coors light. Jenson's friend had already downed many beers and grabbed Jenson's arm, asking him to go over to the blonde haired girl for him. It was childish, but Jenson knew Ryan was on his way to drunk, if not already and was scared to get over Aniston. So, for his friend, he stood from his seat and made his way over to Ana.
Hesitantly, he leaned on the bar beside where she sat. "Hey..." he said slowly. He had no idea what to say to the woman, since it was Ryan who had wanted to get to know her. "So, I'm sorry, this probably seems crazy, but my friend over there," he said as he nodded towards Ryan, who wasn't even looking, "Wants to buy you a drink," he finished, leaning on the bar still, looking down at Ana with a raised eyebrow.
The woman before him was beautiful no doubt. With stunning eyes and cascading hair. From her eyes Jenson percieved a certain sorrow, maybe pain. Perhaps he had been mistaken though, for when he looked around, he realized she had no friends with her, and she was alone. Being as perceptive as he was, he could tell she had a reason to drink that night. Seeing as he didn't know her otherwise, he couldn't be certain if she was an alcoholic or what, but from what he gathered just by looking at her, there was a specific reason for the beer in her hand.
Suddenly he felt intrusive. Maybe she wanted to be alone, maybe she was going through a hard time and didn't need guys hitting on her. Not that he was, but he knew Ryan would like to be talking to this girl and would probably hit on her in his drunk state. Glancing back at Ryan, he second guessed himself. Ryan wasn't even paying attention. He was feeling down again, and Jenson could tell. Sighing to himself, he looked back to Anabel, wondering what would happen next.
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WORD COUNT: 665 STATUS: fin LOOKS LIKE: click hereCREDIT: ish ! & cate ! for graphic LYRICS: lithium - evanescence LISTENING TO: makes me wonder - maroon 5 OTHER: sorry it's so short! |
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Post by ana isabel bailey on Jul 5, 2009 20:57:27 GMT -5
Taking the second to last sip of her beer, her eyes widened as an athletic figure appeared beside her as she gazed at him for a moment, slowly setting the bottle down. One pale eyebrow raised as she stared at him, actually eying his rather large nose, though it wasn't completely unattractive. "Hello," she said back hesitantly, not entirely sure what he wanted. The obvious guess was he was about to hit on her, but she wasn't much one for shy guys, or blonds for that matter, or even really guys with a larger build. It was a bit of a relief when he finally said something, though it wasn't what she'd expected him to say. Gazing around his bicep, which did indeed catch her eye for a moment, she caught sight of his friend who had apparently changed his mind about who he wanted to buy a drink for. A little smile lit her lips, "Oh," she said with an almost giggle, "You mean the one that's staring at the redhead?" She glanced back over at the man down the bar with a smirk, noticing his dark, curly hair with a bit of a pang, bringing her eyes quickly back to the blond instead. "And what exactly is so crazy," she asked him, her voice a bit flirtatious, "About him wanting to buy me a drink?" It felt odd to be flirting with anyone, well anyone other than Jason. She hadn't in, gee, eight months now? Longer really since that was counting from their first actual date. Sighing she quickly hid the pain she felt when she thought about their first date from her expression, putting on a smile.
Covering the tattoo on her wrist of a black J encircled by a hot pink heart with the thumb of her other hand, turning her pale blue eyes onto him. Taking her hand off her wrist she picked up the bottle and gave it a shake, maybe a swallow left at the bottom to slosh around. "Wanna buy me the next one," she asked him with a raised eyebrow, her lips twitched to the side with a little smile. Over-dramatically giving him the once-over she met his eye, "Maybe stick around for a bit?" Twirling a wavy strand of hair around her finger she waited to see what she'd say to her suggestion, hoping he wouldn't find her overly forward, though then again that was just her. She wasn't one to sit around waiting for what she wanted, she went after it.
WORDS; 422
NOTES; i'm sorry, this is awful. i just couldn't get any more muse, so i figured i'd just post it already. :(
WEARING; this
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Post by jenson lucas brooks on Jul 10, 2009 13:23:04 GMT -5
come to bed. don't make me sleep aloneCOULDN'T HIDE THE EMPTINESS [/color][/font] you let it show. never wanted it to be so cold.
just didn't drink enough to tell me you loved me[/center] Jenson stood there, feeling slightly awkward, as this woman seemed to take him in. His first guess, after her greeting, was that she wasn't on her first beer. The glassy eyes moved from him to Ryan, and Jenson let his own eyes follow. He grimanced as he saw the same thing Anabel did. 'You mean the one that's staring at the redhead?' The blonde fought back the urge to roll his eyes. As Ana turned back, he did the same. 'And what exactly is so crazy about him wanting to buy me a drink?' Even though he recongnized the flirtiness in her voice, he also recongnized that he probably made a mistake by saying that. "Oh, uh, nothing," he started quickly, his hand moving to the back of his neck, an indication of tension or stress. He was searching for the right words to make it up to her.
'Wanna buy me the next one, maybe stick around for a bit?' Jenson looked down at her pale blue eyes, that stared right back up at him. After a second, he glanced away, back to Ryan who seemed pretty content with the other woman he was talking to. He didn't seem to be missing Jenson at all. Glancing back at Ana, he debated whether it was really a smart idea to buy her another. But she wasn't completely drunk, and did want another, clearly. The wallet in his back pocket was fumbled out and flipped open as he lay a few bills on the bar, pushing them towards the bartender and nodding towards Ana. The man grabbed her another beer and set it in front of her, while Jenson took a seat at the bar beside her.
Jenson was normally a man of few words, when he could get away with it. Talking often seemed to get him into sticky situations. With the leftover bills in his hand, he ordered himself a beer as well. His original thought about being intrusive was no longer in his mind, as it seemed Ana didn't mind him being there at all. Clearly she was alone, and not waiting for anyone, otherwise he figured his offer would have been shut down, and she wouldn't have made him another.
After another moment of silence, he turned to her with a shy smile. "I'm Jenson by the way," he introduced himself, before taking a gulp of his beer. He wasn't much of a drinker, but did have a few beers once in awhile. He threw another careful glance back to his friend, reminding himself to keep an eye on him during the course of the night.
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WORD COUNT: 450 STATUS: fin LOOKS LIKE: click hereCREDIT: ish ! & cate ! for graphic LYRICS: lithium - evanescence LISTENING TO: over you - daughtry OTHER: i'm so sorry it's crap! :S |
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