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Post by Anelie Moon. on Mar 26, 2009 21:38:33 GMT -5
Rated R for mild language !  i'm still just that girl, [/color][/font] i'm following my heart in this amazing crazy world,[/color][/font] love me for me ! i'm gonna be positive, not run away.[/color][/font] ♫♫♫[/center][/SIZE][/color] [/i], it snapped into place. Drew wasn't the perfect date, even though he was, just not in a sexual or romantic way. He was the perfect partner in crime, her very own PIC. He was also a shoulder to lean on, a shoulder to beat on, and most of all, a shoulder to be supported on. As much as Anelie hated using people like a crutch, she knew that Drew wouldn't protest to supporting her weight for a few, and calming her down. This she all returned, knowing that he deserved it just as equal, if not more, than she did. Pulling her hat from the top of her head, she shook her hair back into place and put the cap on backwards. Giving a couple a small glare as they stared at her, she gave them the finger with her free hand. "I'm not an entertainment unit, thank you!" When their heads turned back to watch where they were walking, her full lips pulled into a tight, smug, smirk. ' That's right . . . keep walkin', ya'll love birds.' status: completed !
word count: 456 words.
music: cleaning this gun - rodney atkins
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who: drew.
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Post by drew peter wilkens on Mar 27, 2009 1:07:56 GMT -5
And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
ever will feel like today until we're parking in an alley
just hoping that our shit is safe  -----------x--x------------Drew wanted a fucking car. Sadly the most he had was the van that his band was touring in...and they wouldn't have let him drive it. Nope, not for a million dollars. Why? Because it was what they hanged out in all day. Bastards. of course Drew still loved them...even as he had to call a cab to meet Anelie at apple B's...well, he could have walked, but he wasn't really that active. He was kinda a couch potato, despite the fact that he had a fairly nice body..or so he thought. He'd actually heard it a few times, too, so he supposed it was true.
He and Anelie had pretty much been friends since...forever. Not literally, of course, but it had been quite a while. She was like his other half...she was pretty much like a female version of him. The only difference was her hair was longer, and she had boobs...okay, there were a few more differences, but I'm not going into detail. Basically what I'm saying is she was one of the few people Drew could ever truly just let loose, and be himself without worrying if someone was going to look at him like he was insane because he liked to talk about comic books that had stopped being made forever ago.
Once the cab finally appeared he knew he was gonna be a few minutes late...which he hated. Usually he wouldn't mind so much, but he didn't wanna keep his best friend waiting, now did he? No, he didn't. So as he sat down, he passed the taxi double the money he owed, and told him to take him to Apple B's...quickly.
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Surprisingly the cabby had agreed, and he had gotten there in only ten minutes. He hopped out, flashed one of his smiles at the driver, and looked around, spotting his brown haired friend almost automatically. There was not denying that she was hot, but surprisingly enough guy couldn't think of her that way...she was like a sister. Sure, when he'd first met her he could, no problem...but they were way to close for that. They were at the point where he would murder any guy who did think of her like that...in a brotherly kind of way, though, not a jealous boyfriend kind of way.
He smiled even wider seeing her flipping some couple off, and couldn't help but laugh. "Nice." he said in a loud enough voice for her to hear, walking closer to her, until he finally stopped right in front of her. "Always the lady, aren't we Anelie?" He smirked, in a friendly way, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. As though on cue his stomach emitted a loud grumble as his eyes wandered over to the building which he knew was full of yummy looking food.
"Shall we go in?" He asked, gesturing towards the place. "I'm fucking starving." He wasn't one to watch his cussing, even around the ladies...and Anelie wasn't exactly what he considered one of the ladies. Sure, she was a lady, but she was not one of the ladies. Still as he walked over to the door, not bothering to wait for her to answer, he held it open with his foot. "Get in, get in, I don't have all day, and they have air conditioning." He said, a smile playing on his slightly thin, but not overly so lips.
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Post by Anelie Moon. on Mar 27, 2009 10:24:27 GMT -5
Rated R for mild language ! i'm still just that girl, [/color][/font] i'm following my heart in this amazing crazy world,[/color][/font] love me for me ! i'm gonna be positive, not run away.[/color][/font] ♫♫♫[/center][/SIZE][/color] [/b] Smiling gently to herself, she almost didn't hear the taxi door slam. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, not expecting Drew to step out of cab. Even though she half expected Drew to be the one walking towards her, she kept her eyes up above, taking in the last sites until she could no longer do so. There would, after all, be a ceiling in her way shortly. Hearing his comment about being a lady, she let out a small laugh and shook her head. "I don't know the meaning of the word!" Her head finally dropped, her lips pulled into a wide smile. Her legs, now slightly touching his thighs, tightened against him, too lazy to give him a proper hug. "But, I could always call you a horndog . . ." Letting her words trail off teasingly, she smirked when he started to walk away, grumbling about being hungry. Wasn't much of a surprise there. In return, her stomach growled a very unattractive rumble, and she slipped off the back of her car. Stuffing her hands into the front of her cargo pants' pockets, she moved towards the door that was propped with his foot. Her converse skidded across the pavement slowly, as well as the back of her cargos. Sure, it was food, but she wasn't about to jump inside the door and race him to a seat. Kicking the door open with her own foot, she shot Drew a competitive smirk as she slipped inside. "Thanks for holding the door, knob."Pushing inside, hands still stuffed within her pockets, she looked around, pushing her lips together. Looked pretty empty, apart from the couple she had flipped off, as well as a couple other kids sitting together. Giving Drew a back glance, she hoped no one would get the wrong impression about them. They always seemed to attract assholes when they were together. status: completed !
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Post by drew peter wilkens on Mar 27, 2009 11:38:18 GMT -5
And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
ever will feel like today until we're parking in an alley
just hoping that our shit is safe -----------x--x------------ Just further proof that Anelie was, in fact, not one of the ladies. She didn't seem to care that he was a horn dog, while most girls were offended...unless they were sluts. But Drew did not like slutty girls. Nope. Nuh uh.Sure, they were usually pretty, but they were...slutty. Drew wanted a girl to make him feel wanted...and if she would go after just about every other fuckin' guy that wasn't him feeling wanted, now was it? Nope. Not at all. That was him and a million other guys feeling wanted.
"Yeah, shut up." He said, looking around the place with a small smirk on his face. It was times like these that he truly thought Anelie was meant to be born a man...but he was glad she hadn't. Things wouldn't be as fun if she had a penis. Guys were never as fun as girls...sure, he had some guy friends, but he really like hanging out with the ladies more. But what straight guy didn't? "Where the hell is that bitch who's supposed to force us to sit somewhere we don't wanna, and give us our menu's?" he asked, grinning, and not realizing that the said woman was actually standing right in front of them. "I was kidding." he added quickly, feeling like a total douche bag.
"Can we get a booth?" He asked, shooting her what he thought was a charming smile...it was really just a little goofy, though. "We don't care where." So, yeah, he was kind of kissing ass...but he didn't want the bitch to spit in his food. They did it on all the television shows, so it was plausible that they did it in real life, was it not?
Even though the woman was kind of glaring at him she walked them over to a booth, and set down their menu's on the table, as Drew slid into his seat. He didn't really ever think about what people thought of them when they were out in public...probably because in his little mind he thought it was just so obvious that they were best friends, nothing more, nothing less. "So, how goes Anelie?" He asked, flipping his menu open. "That bitch was a bitch...I hope she doesn't do anything to our food." Although his voice was joking he was kind of serious.
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Post by Anelie Moon. on Apr 7, 2009 15:20:01 GMT -5
i'm still just that girl ,
i'm following my heart in this amazing crazy world . ----- Hiding a laugh as they entered the joint, Anelie's eyes scanned a little, until they rested on the female in front of them. She looked . . . way proper. It was almost disturbing. Shouldn't be legal for someone to have such a good posture, and a perfect smile like that. Narrowing her gaze, too focused on trying to pick out the negatives and flaws about the host, she always didn't hear Drew. With a roll of her eyes, she glanced up towards him and couldn't help but let out a soft you're-in-shit-now laugh.
----- When he finally realized that she was right there, staring at him like she was about to rip his head off, Anelie elbowed him in the ribs. The female straightened, as if she thought that Anelie was about to tell him how rude he was being. When Anelie didn't, she glared at both of them and nodded about the booth question. After all, weren't the customers always right? AS she lead them towards their seat, Anelie tagged along, skidding her feet all the way, annoying anyone who was paying attention to the two. A few grumbles were made from people who were already sitting, but Anelie couldn't care less.
----- Sliding into her side of the booth, Anelie instantly put one of her legs up beside Drew's on his side, getting comfy. Most likely didn't help what people thought, but once again, it wasn't worth to care about. Opening one of the sides to the menu, Anelie made a small face at the food choices, before glancing up towards Drew. "Anelie goes boring." Smirking, she shrugged her shoulders and leaned back against the booth's padding. "Well, more confused then anything, to be honest. You remember Lee, one of the twins in my band?" She gave him a look that spoke for her. She was confused about how she felt about him, but there was also the factor that she was starting to grow emotionally attached to someone else, as well.
----- Raising a thin eyebrow, she shook her head at Drew. "If she did anything to the food, we can sue her, and this shit hole. I don't think she'd be that stupid . . . and I'm sure we wouldn't be that lucky." Sighing, she went back to scanning the menu before her, leaning over a bit. Glancing back up to Drew, she gave him a small smile and gestured to his own menu. "What's mister eats-everything-in-sight going to get?"
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