Help Yourself !?

[Hale Evans.]

you'll remember me for the rest of your life ,
don't fuck it up .

----- Rushing off the bus and into the fast food joint, Hale didn't stop to wave at the workers behind the counter. First stop; bathroom. He wasn't a fan of the bathrooms on a bus. But, he also wasn't a fan of public bathrooms in general. He'd take something like McDonald's bathrooms over a bus bathroom any day, though. They were a hell of a lot more cleaner then anything in public. Constantly cleaning it, just in case. Don't want the health inspectors coming in for a snack, and seeing the bathrooms all gross. Their food would be the next things to get checked.

----- Couldn't have that, now could we?

----- Skidding to a stop in front of a urinal, Hale's hands couldn't move any faster as they unzipped the front of his pants. In a matter of seconds, a moan was ripping through his throat gently, his left hand pressed against the wall as he relaxed, now that his bladder was emptying. The moan wasn't loud, but enough to let anyone close to the door know that he had been holding it for a fairly long time. Not that it was any of their business, of course. When he was done, he sucked in a breath and shook his hand. The very thought of some guys leaving their . . . urine, still on their hand was disgusting. And then eating!? Gross! His feet shuffled after he zipped himself back up, and he turned on the tab. Washing his hands with the foamy soap given, he didn't pull away from the sink until he knew for sure he wasn't going to be eating his pee.

----- Blow drying his hands, because he hated killing trees, he whistled to himself and closed his eyes. When the blow dryer stopped, he sighed and whipped the rest of the water off on his jeans. Damn things were never useful. Exiting the bathroom, he moved down the hallway at a slower pace and rounded to order his food, pleased no one was in line. Then again, it was almost ten. Most people had better things to do then wait in line at MccyD's. At least, Hale hoped so.

----- Smiling at the female behind the counter, he opened his mouth. But before he could say anything, she had already rung in his usual order. A bigmac meal, with a root beer, no ice. Grinning even larger, he winked at her and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. Hanging it over, he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket, and refused his change ever so kindly. "Least I can do for you all puttin' up with me, right?" Hale heard a few chuckles in the back as he pulled himself up onto the counter, waiting for his order to be completed and placed on his tray.

----- When his BigMac, fries, and drink were all on the dark navy tray, he took it and moved off down into the seating area. Choosing a booth, one of his favorite places to sit, he slid in. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small notebook and a pen, debating if he wanted to try his hand at writing lyrics about something. Anything. Maybe about how wonderful the food tasted, even though it was killing him from the inside out. Sounded kinda depressing. Putting the pen and notepad on the table, he picked up a few fries and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully, hoping something would come to mind sooner or later.

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[/color][/font] first day - placebo
template to:[/color][/font] KARI BEAR !? of caution 2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[lucy anne smith]

Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
t o u s f r o m t h e d o c k !

__________________

<sup>--It was definitely Lucy's lucky day...because as she was just about to get on the bus to go to the mall, something caught her eye. Or, actually, someone. Just as she was about to step up, she glanced over, and saw none other than Hale Evans, the lead singer of her favorite band, and the guy she was pretty much obsessed with. Maybe she even kind of stalked him...but who could blame her, really? He was just too damn hot. It was his fault that she was hopelessly infatuated with him, really. Such a mixture of talent and good looks should really have been illegal. Of course...Lucy wasn't exactly picky about guys, or anything. She had trouble even thinking up traits that immediately made her attracted to someone. She claimed to like dark hair more, but she'd slept with just as many light haired guys as she had dark haired...in reality she only cared about them being good looking, not how they were good looking. And personalities hardly even mattered in the least. Of course we're not talking relationships! Lucy hardly knew the meaning of the word! She'd been in one real relationship in her life, before giving up. It wasn't worth it, really, to be tied down. Especially as guys were incredibly possessive...it was almost suffocating at times.

--The girl watched him closely, walking away from the bus and kind of...well, kind of following him. In a sneaky way. She was very good at creeping around silently. Lots of practice. Once she watched him go into McDonalds a smirk played on her lips. She would simply follow him in there, sit herself next to him, and start conversation...or something of the sort. Walking in she looked around...and spotted him walking towards the restrooms. A sigh escaped her lips. She would just have to wait until he was done...whatever the fuck he was doing. Lucy didn't particularly like waiting, but she decided to just make the best of it. And so she walked up to the counter, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, and ordered herself a root beer, then paying for it, and sitting down in the corner of the place, with her eyes glued on the door to the men's restroom, just waiting for her target to come out.

--By the time about half of her drink was gone he appeared, but she still didn't stand up. Instead she watched him from afar as he ordered his food, and continued just watching as he sat himself down. She even continued watching for a few minutes after that...it could probably be considered a little creepy, but Lucy thought there was nothing wrong with it. She was just looking at him! She wasn't going to go over to him and rape him...although the thought certainly had crossed her mind a few times. But after a few seconds of sitting there she stood up, taking a sip of her soda, and tossing it into a trash bin on her way over to his table.

--Once she reached her target she slid into the booth opposite him, without even asking. She would have much rather sat next to him, but either way was good for her, really. "Hey." She said, smiling what she liked to think was a sexy smile. She leaned in, and tapped her long, but not grossly long nails on the table for a few seconds, before sitting back up straight. She wondered what his reaction to her just sitting herself down was...before mentally shrugging it off. He'd be happy, right? Who wouldn't be?

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[Hale Evans.]

you'll remember me for the rest of your life ,
don't fuck it up .

----- Gripping onto some more fries, Hale stuffed them into his mouth with a soft groan. McDonald's fries were the best. No matter what anyone else said, hands down, they were amazing. Though, he liked Burger King's Whoopers more then the BigMac. But, really, could you blame him? Licking his fingers off, not wanting the salt to get on his face, or in his hair, he tilted his head to the side and scribbled some lines out on the lined paper. Oh, how he hated wasting it like this. Killing trees, he was. Bad Hale, bad!

----- Too absorbed in eating, as well as trying to write some starting lyrics, Hale didn't even notice Lucy throwing out her drink and walking up towards his table. His converse drummed against the tiled floor under him, his back slightly hunched over the table as he stared at the halfway blank paper, and the pen's ballpoint tip. Was there any inspiration left? Maybe he should leave the song writing to his guitarist, Celeb? He was more better with words when Hale was stuck. But that wouldn't be considerate. He'd have to at least give him a theme, something to start on. Right? He knew that he'd hate it if someone came up and asked him to write a song, without much of anything to go on to write it. And he could never do that to someone like Celeb--

----- Hey."

----- Eyes narrowed, his lips slightly pulled into a frown, Hale looked up and tilted his head. There . . . was a woman. Sitting right in front of him. Where the hell did she come from!? "Hey . . ." Glancing around, seeing that they were alone, he reasoned with himself as to why she might be talking, as well as sitting, with him. Lonely? Needed someone to talk to? Good thing he wasn't a bad guy. If she had started randomly speaking to the wrong person, it could have ended extremely bad. "Uhm . . . you, hungry, or something?"

----- Pushing his knuckles against the tray of food, he skidded it a little closer to her, offering her to take whatever she wanted. He was loaded with cash in the bank, anyways. And if she was hungry, and didn't have anything, why wouldn't he offer her something to eat? Sure, wasn't much, considering it was fast food, but it did wonders when you were starving. Or high. Reaching for his drink, he took a small sip before setting it back down, and grabbing his pen again. Could he think with her sitting there? She was rather distracting, and not just because she smelt nice, either. Had a nice face, too . . .

----- Erm, was there, anything you needed help with, or something? I mean, I'm all up for a conversation, of course. Just don't wanna get the wrong impression, or something." Reaching, he grabbed a few fries and started to nibble on the ends, his eyes intently searching what he could see of her, trying to put a name to the face. He had seen her before. But where? It wasn't like someone could forget a blond like her. Maybe she had been to one of their shows? Exhaling, he wiped his hand off and pulled it over the table, extending it so they could shake hands. Might as well show how much manners he still had, right? "The name's Hale, by the way. And, someone as attractive as yourself should have a name, yes?"

----- There he went again, being the helpless flirt he was. But, he was sure she shouldn't mind. His charming smile would cancel any upset thoughts she could be thinking. At least he hoped.

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[/color][/font] first day - placebo
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[lucy anne smith]

Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
t o u s f r o m t h e d o c k !

__________________

<sup>--He was obviously confused...she understood why, of course, it was really only natural. Strange woman walks up to you and says hi, what do you do? Some guys would be a total ass hole, some would just be perverted...and a precious few would be confused. But Lucy didn't care that he was kind of being slightly stupid at that exact moment...she was finally getting to talk to him! The guy she had practically worshiped since she first saw his band preform. She had his face up on her wall...but at least she didn't have a shrine of him. That would have been going a bit too far, even for Lucy.

--'Uhm . . . you, hungry, or something?'.

--She couldn't help but laugh at that...not in a crude way, like she was mocking him, just in a purely amused way. It seemed he was assuming she was some poor hobo who couldn't even afford McDonalds. Why he wasn't just assuming she was a crazed fan confused her a bit...and it was also much, much closer to the truth. She had a couple twenties right in her pocket, but she had even more money in her purse at home. She just didn't carry it all around, because she knew for a fact that she would just end up spending it all...like always. She wasn't very wise when it came to spending money. She'd by anything she saw just because it was "calling" for her. Just one of the many reasons she knew she would never make a good wife for anyone.

--She pushed the tray back gently, shaking her head. "No, I didn't come for food. I'm not even hungry." She admitted, with a shrug of her shoulders, and a smile still on her naturally pink lips. "I'm just a really big fan of your band. I've been listening to you guys since forever...and I've been to several of your shows, and concerts, and such." Understatement of the year. "So when I saw you I was pretty excited." she left out the part about pretty much following him...okay, scratch the pretty much, she did follow him. But she wasn't about to say that! She didn't want to sound like a creepy stalker, even if she kind of was.

--'The name's Hale, by the way. And, someone as attractive as yourself should have a name, yes?'

--"Of course, even unattractive people have names, silly." She teased, stretching out her legs just a little bit under the table. Not enough that she kicked him, or anything, but she did feel her flip flop clad foot brush against his. "Mine just so happens to be Lucy. It's nice to finally meet you." She couldn't help but smile as she shook his hand, even though it was most certainly the simplest of gestures. She was touching him! It was almost enough to give her a heart attack of some sort! Although if her plan worked out she would get to do a lot more than just shake his hand...then again she wasn't exactly quite sure what her plan was...but that was all just minor details. She knew how it began, and how it ended, and it ended with her getting into his pants...of course it wasn't exactly a high honor that she wanted to get into his pants. She wanted to get into everyone's pants, pretty much.

--"So, you're touring?" She asked, tucking a stay piece of hair behind her ear, and smiling at him. "How's that going for you?" Of course she knew all about the tour...she'd kind of been keeping tabs on it...okay, that was a bit of an understatement. She was obsessed with it...but only because Hale was there, really, otherwise she wouldn't have gave a rat's ass. But she really was a fan of his band! She wasn't the type of girl to proclaim herself the biggest fan and then only like it for the members. If there was one thing she could thank her father for it would be for not pressuring her into going to college, but a close second would be for showing her good music at a young age. She had actually been named after a song by the beatles, but that was a little known fact.

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[Hale Evans.]

you'll remember me for the rest of your life ,
don't fuck it up .

----- Lucy's laugh caught him off guard. Hale didn't think he had said anything funny. Or, maybe her humor was a little less up tight then most? What if he said something wrong, and she was laughing to try and cover up the fact that he had just completely made an ass of himself? At least she was trying to be polite, right? It's the thought that count, he supposed. But still. What was so hysterical? The more she laughed, the more he chewed at the inside of his lip, running his words back and forth through his mind. Maybe he was just over thinking this because she was gorgeous? Most likely . . .

----- When she slid the tray back, he sat up a little and dropped the pen on top of the notebook. Grabbing the fries, he started to eat them slowly, hoping she'd explain herself as to why she was there. When she mentioned that she was a fan, he almost stood up and left without grabbing any of his food. Most of their fans were way over the top. As in, ripping at his clothes, and attaching themselves to his legs. Sometimes it was enjoyable, but most of the time? Not even close. But it was a good thing that she was explaining herself further. Hale relaxed a little, his stiffened form returning to a slightly slouched, bad posture sitting position.

----- Thank God that she's not one of those psychos!'

----- Oh. Well, yeah, that makes perfect sense." Giving a soft chuckle, he beamed brightly across the table at her, not the least bit uncomfortable with her sitting there. Finishing off his fries, he flattened out the cardboard box they were held in and set it down onto the tray. Reaching over to his root beer, he sucked on the straw again and leaned back a lot more into the padding behind him.

----- Well, last time I try and give you a compliment, then!" Giving a soft, joking laugh at the end, he gripped her hand gently, a habit while being around woman. He always treated them like they were fragile until he knew otherwise. Of course, that wasn't including when he was becoming intimate with another person. He didn't really give two shits, unless they said anything, to be gentle. But he always put the lady before him, always had. Hale was a true gentlemen, that way. "Lucy? Nice name. It suits you," Another grin. Maybe he was just trying to flirt in a way that she couldn't tell by the first thought? Hale wasn't even sure anymore.

----- Felling the brush of her flip flop against his converse sent a small chill down Hale's spine. He tried not to make it noticeable, but it was kind of hard when it wasn't expected. And the fact that she was drop dead gorgeous didn't make matters any easier on him. Let alone anything else. Rearranged himself, so that his right leg was slightly crossed over his left, he tried to act like he thought it had been an accident, even though the gleam in her eye told him otherwise. Was it just him, or was she trying to get a rise outta him? Obviously, in more ways then one.

----- Grapping the box that held his BigMac, he opened it quickly and grabbed the burger, hoping it would take both his heads off the lady in front of him. Food usually did that, unless they had his attention enough to steer his mind away from it. As he took a small bite, not wanting to seem like a gross pig in front of his "biggest fan", he chewed and swallowed, a bit frustrated and disappointed with himself that the entire time he was focused on her. Hale had always promised himself he wouldn't sleep with Groupies. Promised himself. But he was pretty sure that he was going to break that promise if she continued with all these games . . . not that he was complaining. Yet.

----- And then she was talking, warding his attention to her words instead of what was under her shirt. Good. That was good. Putting the burger down, he scratching behind his ear a little bashfully, unsure of what to really tell her. Was she expecting anything of the band? Anything of him in particular? "It's going good. We're getting a lot of hits here, with other bands, and fans, like yourself." Smiling, he cleared his throat and leaned on his arms against the table, leaning a little into her scent, inhaling it silently. "I'm actually really excited for when we switch locations. I've never been outside of Cali before. I've heard that it's amazing, but I'm more of a see it to believe it, kinda guy."

----- Tilting his head playfully, he smiled at her again, a little childish smile, filled with a little mischief. Pushing his sunglasses up into his hairline, so could actually have a one on one with her, he dropped his arm back down to the table. "So, why exactly are you in this part of town so late at night? Dangerous out here, ya know. A pretty pair of legs like that usually doesn't walk around alone for long. You walking home?" He'd hate for her to walk all by herself. If she needed it, even if she didn't, he could walk her to her doorstep make sure she got there in one piece. But, who knew. Maybe they'd actually be walking to his place?

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[/color][/font] first day - placebo
template to:[/color][/font] KARI BEAR !? of caution 2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[lucy anne smith]

Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
t o u s f r o m t h e d o c k !

__________________

<sup>--In all honesty Lucy was just confident about herself not to be surprised that she was obviously making a good impression on this guy. While she wasn't completely self obsessed she did have fairly high self esteem...a bit too high, some thought, but wasn't it better to talk to someone who knew they were good looking, but didn't say anything, then to talk to someone who went around saying how ugly they were in hopes of getting compliments? That was what Lucy thought. So she had never been one to complain about being too fat or too ugly...probably because in her mind she was neither. She was perfectly fine with her weight, and she liked to think she was a pretty good looking person, in general.

-- Not too firm of a handshake... she thought to herself, in a vague way. Then again he was no business man, he was a musician, they didn't need to shake hands like they were trying to kill the other person. Of course she didn't mind that his hand shake had been gentle, or anything. She just found it odd...he didn't strike her as the gentlemanly type, and yet he so obviously was. She could tell mostly because of the way he'd shaken her hand, but also because even though he was so obviously flirting with her he wasn't being a complete and total pig like most males were...unless he was gay, or something. Didn't he have a gay member in his band? Oh well, she liked to think she could at least turn gay guys bisexual. Those thoughts were probably kind of stupid, but she had them, nonetheless.

--Lucy was quite fond of her name, so when he said he liked it that made her smile widen a bit. She loved getting complimented on it, even if it didn't happen too often. People were usually too busy complimenting other things to worry about names, even though names were very important, where they not? "And yet you compliment me again." Her voice was light, and playful, and she was obviously joking. "Thank you, though. Your name is nice as well. Very interesting, not one you hear often." His name was one of the many things that she liked about him...of course it was also somewhere near the bottom of the list, because there were so many more important things made for the top of that very important list! Like...his hair. She loved his hair. She just wanted to run her fingers through it...she vowed to one day soon run her fingers through her hair, and when she did her life would be complete. Almost. Kind of.

--A smirk couldn't help but come out to play on her lips. Yep, her plan was going to work, it was, and it didn't even have a middle to it yet! Not that that was all that surprising...her plans were never too well thought out. She usually just thought of them off the top of her head, and...well, never did any real planning, per say. She never thought towards the middle, instead forgetting that part almost completely, and just working with the beginning and end. Which was one of the reasons it always surprised her when one of her plans started working...especially this one. This one had to be the least planned out plan ever. Step one was following him to the place and talking to him, and then the only step she knew after that was somehow getting him to have sex with her. She wasn't sure exactly how to go about doing it, though, but she figured it couldn't be that hard.

--She watched him eat in silence, studying his each and every move. He was so cute when he chewed! She just wished she could keep him in her closet and take him out to play whenever she wanted...but of course that would never work, would it? People would notice he was missing...damn it. Well, maybe she could get a DNA sample and clone him! Okay, now that plan was definitely ridiculous, and she knew it, and so she pushed that one out of her head. No clone could ever be as amazing as the real Hale.

--When he spoke she snapped out of her stupid little fantasies and listened to him, her smile widening as he leaned in. She copied the gesture, without even really thinking about it. She decided it was probably better not to mention that she was probably going to follow them when they did switch...could you say creepy? But she definitely was...it wasn't like she had anything better to do. No job, no family, nothing. well, she had her parents, but they weren't family any more. She didn't live with them, obviously. It was times when she thought about her pathetic life that she almost wished she'd gone on to college. Almost.

--"Well, I'm glad everything's going so well." She said, simply, looking him straight in the eyes. The eyes were the nipples of the face, after all, and therefore the most important part...and Lucy never shied away from eye contact. Instead she craved it, meeting it with no difficulty, no matter who it was that she was being forced to lock eyes with. People who wouldn't look her in the eyes actually annoyed her...because it usually meant they were trying to hide something or another. Bastards.

--What he said next almost made her overly excited...almost excited enough to jump out of her seat, and drag him out of the place. But of course she kept her cool...she always did. "I like the night." She said, raising her eyebrows a little bit. "Well, I guess I am stuck walking." She lied, with a bit of a sigh. She had actually planned on taking a bus, or taxi, or something of the sort. "But it's no big deal, really, I've been out later." That part was not a lie. But she was hoping he'd offer to take her home, or something of the sort, despite her lies.

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tags; hale</sup>

[Hale Evans.]

you'll remember me for the rest of your life ,
don't fuck it up .

----- Even though Hale seemed to be playing both teams, as in going for females as well as males, he really wasn't. Completely straight. The media would throw whatever they needed into a headline to get money. And just because he had a very fabulous friend in the band, didn't mean that he was gay. Of course, they flirted. A lot. But that's just how Hale is. He's never had to worry about any kind of misfortune in his life, and a smile's pretty much always been placed on his face. Acting like today was his last day was how he went, and yeah. Maybe he grabbed a few asses here and there, whether it's belonged to a male or a female. So what?

----- Letting out a small chuckle, Hale shrugged his shoulders and leaned on his hand, chin in palm. "Well, if you don't like me complimenting you . . . I could always stop?" There was a playful hint to his words, his eyes staring into hers as he smirked like a goof. Of course, no matter what she said, he'd still do it. Couldn't help himself. It was just something he was so accustomed to doing, that when he tried to stop, it made him feel off balance. Besides. What woman didn't like a compliment here and there? Even the ones who are shy, or the chicks who don't like people looking at her enjoy a compliment here and there. And surely, someone like Lucy, wouldn't mind hearing them.

----- Yeah . . . my parents did a lot of drugs when I was born." There was a short pause before he burst out laughing a little, shaking his head with a wide grin. "Seriously, though. My Mom was a writer. And she made up this weird, mumbo-jumbo character with the name Hale. Around the same time, she got preggo, and she took it as some kind of sign. Wonder what she would've done if I was a chick." Pushing his lips thoughtfully, he closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled the smell of the burger not even a foot away from him. Maybe she would've called him something normal, if he had been a girl. Something plain-jane. Like the name Sam. Shuddering at the thought, he sat up a little more, though still kept a good angle into the table.

----- Sinking his teeth into the burger again, he took a bigger mouthful, knowing that he could swallow it quickly and not look like a pig. The only time he didn't care about when people saw him eating, was when he was either starving, or with someone he's known for a while. Like his band mates, even though they don't get along so peachy sometimes. And Hale wasn't starving, so he didn't have to gorge himself until he had nothing left to eat. Besides. From the way things seemed to be going, he didn't want to give her any bad thoughts about his image. After all. Who would want to sleep with a slob? Good think his apartment was cleaned almost everyday. It was amazing at who'd give your rental apartment a good scrub down each day for a couple bucks and an autograph.

----- Dropping the burger back into it's box, he wiped his hands off on a napkin and tossed it aside, letting it bounce off the window and falling back in front of him. "Yeah. Me too. I don't know what I'd do if we weren't still in the game. And hey, no one's throwing food at us yet, so. Guess we're pretty good." Smiling lightly, he crossed his arms in front of him and sucked in a deep breath, letting it out between his parted lips. Blinking softly, he was amazed that she was holding eye contact so well. Most fans hardly did that, either too excited to keep themselves still, or trying to see if they could figure out anything about him under the clothes, without actually being there themselves. Not that he minded, most of the time. Hale enjoyed being eyecandy.

----- Narrowing his gaze when she said that she was stuck walking, he pulled out his phone and looked at the time. Almost eleven now. Frowning, he peered out the window. The street was pretty dead, but that didn't mean there wasn't some crazy rapist around the corner. And Hale was a gentlemen, most of the time. Couldn't let a lady walk herself home. Not alone, at least. "Well . . . Iuno, Lucy." He said her name with a wide grin, his head cocking a little as he smirked. "Well, where exactly do you live? If you don't mind me asking. My apartments just down the street. And it's kinda late. I'd hate to walk all the way over to your apartment, to walk back all by myself, y'know?" Fiddling with the crumbled napkin, he stared at it for a moment, debating on what he could say that didn't sound like he was trying to pick her up. Hale wasn't planning on anything to happen, he never did. He just didn't want it to seem like he was. "We could, slip over to my house for the night? You can leave in the morning, or whatever . . ."

----- Raising his gaze up to her own, he gave her a smile that he hoped was laced with charm and waited for her response. He'd take a rejection fine. But Hale would still walk her home, or at least half way, depending on the distance. "Don't worry. I wont, bite, or anything. I mean, unless that's what you're into." He was, of course, joking. Even though it was the truth.

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[/color][/font] first day - placebo
template to:[/color][/font] KARI BEAR !? of caution 2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[lucy anne smith]

Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
t o u s f r o m t h e d o c k !

__________________

<sup>--Of course Lucy loved compliments, even if she didn't really need them all that much. She had high self esteem, but not overly high. She didn't go around talking about how beautiful and talented she was...probably because she wasn't really all that talented at much. But she tended not to think about that...even though it was kind of sad that her biggest skill was following people around without their noticing. Incredibly sad, actually. But at least she had her looks to keep her going! Or so she liked to tell herself on the few occasions where she felt completely useless at everything. But sometimes it was hard not to feel useless with all the talent around her. Everywhere she went she found herself face to face with some kind of amazing musician, and all she really had to say was oh, well, you may be able to play ten different instruments whilst jumping rope, but I could follow you around for hours and you wouldn't even notice!. Not that she ever did say that...

--"You don't have to stop," She said, shaking her head, smiling a smile much different than his smirk. "Of course I love compliments. Who doesn't? I'd give you some, but I'm sure you've heard it all before." Plus all of the compliments she had in mind for him could be considered slightly creepy and/or stalkerish. And she didn't want Hale to think she was one of those crazed fan girls...even if she definitely was. Maybe that was another talent of hers...maybe she could be an actress. But it still didn't help the whole situation that the only types of compliments she could think of for the guy were things like well, you're so hot that I bought your underwear off ebay. Not only was that completely creepy, but it was also untrue, and it sounded like something some kind of perverted twelve year old boy would say to a girl he was infatuated with. Although then again, Lucy was infatuated with Hale, very much so...but she was no twelve year old boy.

--Yeah . . . my parents did a lot of drugs when I was born. Her eyebrows raised as she heard that. Had she heard him wrong? He didn't look like some kind of drug baby. But you could never really tell. Of course when he started laughing she realized that he was joking and joined him in his laughter, even though it wasn't all that funny. Upon hearing the story about his name, she nodded a little bit. "Maybe they'd still have named you Hale. That could be a girl's name, I suppose." Actually, it would probably be even odder as a girls name than a guys. As a guys it was sexy, but as a girl's name...it would really just be weird. But maybe she was a bit baised on the whole subject. She'd have to make sure to google if there were any girls named Hale when she got home...although she probably wouldn't remember. Mostly because it wouldn't even interest her by the time she got home.

--She had to give him one thing: Hale did not eat like a majority of the male population. Even if he also didn't eat like a girl...well, like most girls. Lucy had seen some girls who ate worse than guys in her life. People who ate like pigs did sort of gross her out, but she didn't really hold it against them. She wasn't really a neat freak, and so she didn't expect everyone else to be. Although she was very neat whilst eating her house wasn't always spotless. Of course it also wasn't grotesque, she didn't have food and clothes everywhere, and her dishes were usually done...she just didn't exactly own a vacume or mop, and so the most she ever got to do was sweep. Plus she wasn't some kind of housewife or anything, so she had no pretty little decorations on her walls. She barely spent any fucking time at her house, so why make it look all homey?

--"Good is an understatement." Well, that was a not so creepy compliment. She felt proud of herself. "I'd go with something like great, or even amazing." It may have not been creepy, but it was certainly corny. But it was also the truth, so whatever, she wasn't great at coming up with compliments. Even if they were about the hottest guy on earth in her opinion. And he was also funny, which was a plus. Even if looks were very important personality was too...kinda.

--What he said next, while it was not entirely surprising, it was definitely exciting. She had planned on him walking her home, and then her having to lure him into her place. But it seemed she hardly had to do any work at all! It was like Christmas in June, it was great, she was excited. Because he obviously wanted to have sex, right? And if he didn't she could always convinced him to want to...she could think of a few ways that usually worked. Not that she usually had to try too hard at the convincing business.

--"Well, Hale," She said, slowly, trying to sound as though she were thinking it over, even though the answer was obviously going to be yes. There was no need to think it over at all. "I guess I could do that. But my husband might get upset." She thought about what she said for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm just kidding. I don't even have a husband." She didn't even really know why she'd said that. It wasn't even funny. The very thought of having a husband sounded revolting.

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outfit; click
lyrics; behind the sea - panic at the disco
tags; hale</sup>