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Post by andy laura scott on Mar 29, 2009 20:40:44 GMT -5
 Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
[/font] ---x---x---[/center] "Where the hell are my shoes?" She said out loud, sounding annoyed. It seemed all of her shoes had gone missing...and by all I mean the three pairs she owned. How the hell did this always happen to her? And what was she going to do? She could hardly walk around shoeless! She'd just have to buy some fuckin' new ones, then. Fuck. But how could she go into the mall without any shoes? Oh god, this day was being shot to hell. It was not her day. Not that any day was her day, but this was one of those days that was just plain horrible. But Andy just slipped on some shoes by the door of the tour bus she shared with her band, and walked out. They were huge on her, and obviously guy shoes...well, not obviously. They were slip on vans, they were kind of asexual. But they were quite big for her. Still not too big, she didn't trip whilst walking or anything. Hopping in the rented car she'd rented, so she didn't have to drive the bus everywhere, she drove to the mall. Andy's driving was pretty much lethal. Her few friends, and some of her enemies, told her they wondered how she got her license. In truth she'd kind of flirted with the instructor, so he hardly noticed that she could barely park, and had knocked over half of the orange cones. She was pretty damned surprised when her plan worked, but in the end she was smiling for her picture (okay, more like smirking), and driving her little ass off. She was also always getting speeding tickets. So due to her hectic driving she reached the mall in a few minutes, stepping out in her too big shoes, and looking around the parking lot for some reason that was unknown to her. It wasn't like she was looking around for a friend...ha, friends. Andy didn't really have many friends. She had band members, she had people she fucked, she had people she could somewhat stand, and then she had a precious few friends. Anything else was completely unheard of...other than enemies. Enemies were plentyful, sadly enough. Not that Andy really cared...or at least she pretended not to. She looked in the reflection of her car's window, seeing the purple in her freshly colored hair, and smiled a little bit. well, smirked. Andy hardly ever truly smiled. Stepping away from her car she walked towards the mall, not even looking to see if anyone was admiring her hair...although she highly doubted they would. Even if you wouldn't guess it by looking at her, she did think quite highly of herself. She just didn't make it noticeable to people she talked to, or anything like that. "Shoe store, shoe store..." She murmured, wiggling her toes in the too big shoes she was wearing. Even if they were big on her they were pretty damn comfortable. But they definitely didn't look good, that much she was sure of, and so she walked around a bit aimlessly, looking for anywhere that she would be able to find some decent shoes. As she finally spotted a store she also spotted something else...or someone else. Someone who was the last person she wanted to see. "Cock sucker..." She muttered, rolling her eyes. It was her ex boyfriend, her ex friend, and her band mate Shane. And she hated him almost more than anyone else she hated, and she hated many. And so she quickly ducked into the store, hoping he hadn't spotted her. Talking to him was the last thing she wanted to do. ---x---x--- count: 626 lyrics; lover i dont have to love - bright eyes outfit; clicktags; shane! [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Shane Sharpie on Mar 29, 2009 21:19:13 GMT -5
SHANE!
Fuck. The one day he got a break from the band to go shopping and it was ruined. Flat out. His favorite store was being closed for like ever! Hands shoved in his pockets, Shane walked around with a twisted frown smeared over his face. His Vans made light squeaking noises as they plopped against the aisle. Nothing caught his attention. So he had money is his wallet that was basically forming a permanent dent on his ass. Randomly picking up a box from a shelf, he red the label. Body Chocolate. Been there and done that way too many times. Chuckling to himself, he sat it down and turned away. And then that's when he saw her. That's when his day really had 'ruined' stamped al over it.
His eyes darted to her hair which was now purple. How cute. Then to her face. She looked pissed. She'd definitely seen him right before ducking away. Good thing he didn't catch her eye, or all hell would probably break lose right then and there. Why he happened to notice, was beyond him but she didn't looked comfortable, and the store she was in was a shoe store. So automatically, his eyes drifted to her feet. His shoes. What the hell? Bumping past a man in front of him who gave him a meaning look, Shane casually left the store and crossed the walkway to the one Andy had just gone in.
Caught yah. Apparently she didn't know he had seen her. And he hadn't been planning on seeing her. Or talking to her until next band practice for that matter. But why the fuck was she wearing his shoes? A stupid matter to bring up with the person you had fused a mutual hate with but that was simply Shane. Running a hand through his straightened air he smiled at a younger girl as he walked by her and turned in the opposite direction of Andy. Corner her. Confront her. Simple. Took less than ten words. So why was he getting nervous? Shane was not a guy that got nervous. But maybe it had something to do with the fact that he didn't want to get embarrassed if she snapped his head off. Maybe he should just let her have the shoes.
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Post by andy laura scott on Mar 29, 2009 21:38:21 GMT -5
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
[/font] ---x---x---[/center] A sigh of relief escaped the girls lips, as she thought she had made it in safely. Shane had not seen her, and they would not need to get in some huge fight in the middle of the store...although that definitely did seem entertaining. She really just wasn't in the fucking mood. usually she'd be totally down for a fight...hell, she'd be down for a fight on this day, even. Just not with Shane, for some reason. She didn't really get the same kicks out of fighting with him that she did with anyone, and everyone else. Spotting some cute looking ballet flats on display she walked over to them, wishing she could just take off the too big ones. She felt like everyone was staring at her feet, or something, or at least someone...she just didn't know who. Andy wasn't really into ballet flats...she was more into dark looking clothing that made her look like some kind of weird pixie, or something. Short but loose dresses, or boots, or even walking around barefoot wherever she could. But there were some gorgeous black ballet flats that she simply needed to have...they were on sale, too. Only ten dollars! That was a total steal, she couldn't say no. And so she grabbed them off the shelf, and turned...and then she saw him. "What the hell?" She said, loudly, marching over to him with a pissed off look on her face. Was he stalking her? She had thought she'd gotten rid of the douche packer, once and for all! Well, until the next band practice...or the next time they ran into each other on the bus...that was why band members were just not supposed to date. Or maybe they just weren't supposed to cheat on each other. "Are you stalking me?" She demanded, crossing her arms, and glaring at him right in the eyes. "Because if you want me back, all you have to do is ask." She laughed bitterly at that, and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Not really, though." She cracked herself up sometimes, really. She wouldn't ever, ever date Shane, ever again. He was just a stupid man whore...like just about every other guy she'd dated. And why? Because she liked guys who were in control...guys who were total douche bags. It was sad, really, but she couldn't help herself. Wimpy or overly sweet guys just did not appeal to the girl. ---x---x--- count: 426 lyrics; lover i dont have to love - bright eyes outfit; clicktags; shane! [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Shane Sharpie on Mar 29, 2009 22:01:23 GMT -5
SHANE!
He watched her pick up a pair of shoes that she seemed satisfied with. Watched a smirk cut across her features. And watched her stare in horror as she saw him. He hadn't meant to get caught watching her, but damn! Look what happened. He could see her mouth moving, probably cursing him under her breath. But all of the sudden she was growing closer, covering the distance between them like a tiger. The simple sight of her being so mad only cracked a smile, and he quickly converted his eyes to whatever was next to him until she stood beside him. Whens he finally spoke to him, he gasped in fake surprise. "Stalking you? You're the one that came over here. I was just shopping. Same store, little coincidence." He flashed her a cheesy smile and cocked his head, waiting for the yelling to start.
Oh yeah, Shane wanted her back. Shrugging, he slipped an arm over her shoulder. "What if I do want you back?" Obviously he was joking, but now that she was talking to him he might as well have fun with it for a few minutes. "In reality you storming over here when I was minding my own business makes you look pretty desperate for me again." He laughed to himself again and let go of her. Stepping back he glanced at the shoes she was wearing. Yep definitely his. Looking up to her he cocked and eyebrow. "Reason?" Shane crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to say something. As he did he glanced at the shoes in her hand. Ballet? Definitely not what he would have expected her to buy. "Trying something new?" It felt weird to ask her something other than 'will you please hand me that chord' at practice. His voice was heavy as he tried to keep it lowered.
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Post by andy laura scott on Mar 29, 2009 22:22:06 GMT -5
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
[/font] ---x---x---[/center] Her eyes narrowed as the smile appeared on Shane's face. Oh, how she hated that smile...although she could still remember back when she thought it was cute. Of course those days were long gone...well, not long gone, exactly. It had only been a few months since they dated, and she had liked his smile even back when they were just friends...as much as she refused to admit it she missed being friends with him. Mostly because it had made everything about the band much more enjoyable. And she knew her band members were getting annoyed at them. Not that they weren't civil towards each other, usually, at practices and such...actually, besides the time when she'd found him cheating they hadn't actually had a fight, or anything. And Andy had kind of been hoping to keep it that way...she hated fighting with Shane. or yelling at him. But he'd caught her in a bad mood...so if he kept it up, it was probably gonna happen anyway. Pushing his arm off her shoulder in a slightly violet way her face became disgusted. Her want him back? That was completely insane. She regretted even dating him at all, why the hell would she want him back? "Of course. You know how badly I lust for you." The sarcasm was just dripping off her voice...but for a moment she felt like she was friends with him again, and they were just joking around. It only took that moment for her to snap back into reality. She followed his gaze down to her shoes...or whoever the hell the shoes were. And that's when it hit her. They were his shoes! Of-fucking-course. That's why they were so big on her. "Oh, fuck, these are yours, aren't they?" She smirked a little bit, and looked at him. " I'm borrowing them. All my shoes have went missing. So fuck you." She then glanced towards the shoes and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I decided to mix it up. It is Summer, and combat boots can get pretty sweaty." not that she always wore combat boots...just sometimes. She was also a fan of the occasional flip flop, or converse. But her combat boots were her favorite...and they had also been missing for days. Where the hell were all her shoes going? It also felt a little weird to her to be talking to him in a slightly civilized way...or as civilized as Andy ever talked to anyone. She was kind of socially inept, really, and it was no secret. ---x---x--- count: 440 lyrics; lover i dont have to love - bright eyes outfit; clicktags; shane! [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Shane Sharpie on Mar 30, 2009 1:47:12 GMT -5
SHANE!
There was a long pause, an uncomfortable silence that they should have been able to fill easily.But these moments were now what filled their social life together. He felt hot as her stare seemed to bore into his chest, but he kept his cool and began to glance around so that he didn't have to stare at her too. He didn't miss the twist in her face though as his arm was removed. It seemed that the perfect little wheels in her head were grinding against each other, and he could actually image himself being crushed between those wheels! Poor Shane..but he deserved the hate. Right? Andy could have easily walked away from him minutes ago yet she was still here. What's up with that?
"Lust isn't love, but at least it's something."[ He smirked at her, the air thinning out a little as they started to 'talk' again. If you could call pretending to have a civil conversation while actually informing your utmost hatred for one another talking. "Yup, my shoes. What..did the shoe monster take them?" He rolled his eyes ignoring her last comment that he easily could have turned into a joke. Expecting that to be the last of their little chat, Shane was surprised when Andy started talking about the shoes she was buying. "Those things? Will rip your feet apart honey." Had she even brought her wallet? Shifting his slim weight to his other foot, he started to feel antsy. Talking. To Andrea of all people. Seriously? And he wasn't even that mad.
But she was going to be pissed, because he needed a favor. Unless he wanted to walk the few miles back to the bus, He had to ask Andy for a ride. But then again she would enjoy making him walk right? Because giving her band mate a ride would make it seem like she was going to forgive him for being a fuck up. Which would happen when Shane learned how to walk on water. But his friends had left him at the mall.."Look. Whenever you're done shopping. Mind giving me a lift?" Wow. Shane asking for something? He started to flinch back waiting for the hurricane.
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Post by andy laura scott on Mar 30, 2009 2:15:21 GMT -5
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
[/font] ---x---x---[/center] Andy hardly even noted the awkward tension in the air...she was kind of used to it by this point in time. They'd been filling the air every moment she and Shane had talked since...well, since they broke up. Not that they tried to talk often...or ever. Unless it was simple things at practice. So maybe she did notice it, slightly, but decided to ignore it anyway. It wasn't like she cared that someone who had once been a fairly good friend to her now hated her guts...well, she didn't care that much. And of course she hated him as well. Probably even more than he hated her. She matched his eye rolling with an eye roll of her own and shrugged. "You never know...it could be the shoe monster..." She muttered, looking around. Could she leave now? She wanted to leave. She didn't want to talk to Shane anymore...it made her feel all...weird. Like she wanted to be nice to him, but only out of habit, and most of her kind of wanted to scream at him. Neither one really sounded like good ideas, and so she decided to stick with something in the middle. She wasn't being too nice, nor was she being too mean. She could have been doing a lot more to make him upset. Actually, the little she was saying seemed hardly to effect him in the least. She ignored the comment about the ripping of the feet, and instead narrowed her eyes once more at the next words to fall out of his mouth. What to say to that? There were only two options. A, she could tell him to fuck off, or B, she could play nice...for the sake of the band, of course. She decided to just go with B. "...sure." She said, slowly, trying to make her voice sound as though she didn't care, that it was no big deal. "just let me go pay for these..." She disappeared without waiting for an answer, and walked over to the counter, paying for her shoes and taking her change. Andy did not own a wallet...she kept everything in her bra. Money, cell phone, everything. It was pretty wonderous that her boobs didn't look lumpy, but she was very good at putting it in so no one could tell...unless they were to look really, really, really hard. "Okay, let's go." She said, walking past Shane. "I don't have all day." She added over her shoulder. ---x---x--- count: 424 lyrics; lover i dont have to love - bright eyes outfit; clicktags; shane! [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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