it makes me burn to learn ;; CHARLIE

[emily diana hager]

And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again, I don’t mind

<sup>Emily was tired...and she needed a shower. The band had just had a pretty good practice, but of course...since it was good, it was also intense. Thank god the rest of her band mates were going out to some party or something, so she had the tour bus to herself for the night. Emily loved everyone in her band, she really did...but at other times she also preferred to be alone. Like tonight for instance. So she didn't want anyone around. Especially not certain drum techs who went by the name Charles. Or Charlie...if you were his friend. And Emily was definitely not his friend.

Just thinking about him made her angry! He was the one person in life she truly hated...and it just annoyed her even more that he liked her. Seriously, that was just messed up. Thank god he had stopped obsessing over her though. Or at least...stopped showing his obsession with her so openly. Emily had no idea if he was still obsessed, and frankly...she could fucking care less. Charles could have turned gay for all she cared. And she didn't...didn't care at all.

Thinking about how she hated Charles caused Emily to think about her mom. Which made her a lot more sad than mad. She really wished her mom was still alive to see how well she was doing now. A tear escaped her eye as Emily thought of the good old times. Before her mom died... Maybe if her mom hadn't died, and she had met Charles, things would be different. Woah. What was with that thought!? Of course things wouldn't be different. The two were like...destined to hate each other. Emily must have been overtired, and her brain was sending her weird thoughts. That just had to be it.

She shook all those thoughts out of her stupid, tired mind and headed to the back of the tour bus, ready for a shower. She kicked off her shoes, stepped out of her jeans and pulled off her scarf and tank top. The clothes were sweaty...which Emily hated. She'd definitely have to do some laundry tonight. Stepping into the hot shower, she let out a content sigh. Emily loved showers. They were great stress relievers.

Thirty minutes later, Emily shut off the water and reached for her towel, wrapping it around her body and ringing out her wet hair. She felt much better, just from that shower. Showers were like...magical. Walking over to her bunk, Emily looked around for her clothes, still clutching the towel around herself. Hopefully no one would walk in. That may be a bit awkward.

Count: 456.
Tags: Charlie Brown.
Lyrics: If I Never See Your Face Again- Maroon 5 ft. Rhianna
Outfit: First this and then this</sup>

[charlie brown]

Live life 'til you get it wrong
Take a breath and turn your head
Oh my god I've gotta get out of this trend

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Where the hell was his wallet? This was most certainly not a good thing. Charles had been looking around his small ass apartment for his wallet for hours, and he saw neither hide nor hair of the damned thing! And that thing had his life in it, pretty much. His money, his ID, his license, his money, and of course it even had his cigarettes. But he could probably buy new ciggarettes...oh, no, wait, his money was gone. "Fucking A." He said, crawling out from under his bed where he had been looking. He was surprised that he could fit, but he could. It was probably a good thing to know, just in case he ever...wanted to play hide and seek. Or something.

Wracking his brains for anywhere he might have left it he let out a loud sigh. The only place he could think of was Run, Forest's tour bus. Fucking A. He had gone there for a second, just to give something to one of the members, and he couldn't remember bringing his wallet in...but there was a possibility that he had. Well, it was worth a look. As long as Emily wasn't there...as much as he liked her she was a bitch, and their run ins were always awkward. He didn't even know why he liked her...probably because he couldn't have her. If he could he probably wouldn't be interested in her in the least. But he kind of liked the challenge of trying to make her like him. Even if it was being proven impossible.

Picking up his keys from the key drawer he walked outside, and got in his black cadilac, before sticking the keys in the ignition, and hearing it roar to life. he'd been driving the damned thing since he was sixteen and his parents bought it for him. He probably should have gotten the muffler checked out, but he never really had the time. He just added it to a list of things to do tomorrow, and never actually did it.

It was only a ten minute drive to the lot, probably. When he got there he shut off the car, and got out, stretching his long, lean arms above his head. Driving could be tiresome...or maybe he was just tired. But why did the bus look so...dead? It was usually hopping with life. Oh well, maybe they were gone. Charlie had a key, just in case. But when he walked up to it, and tried to open the door it opened with no problem. It looked as though there were no need for the key, which was good. "Hello?" He asked, looking around as he stepped further into the bus. Then something caught his eye. To be fair at first he didn't know what it was, but after staring for a second it was clear that it was Emily. In a towel. "Oh, fuck, sorry." He said, closing his eyes. But a bit of a smirk was playing at his lips. "Uh, you haven't seen my wallet, have you?"

count: 525
tags: emily
outfit: click
notes: he looks just like my father in that picture xD
lyrics: swallow the sun lyrics

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[emily diana hager]

And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again, I don’t mind

<sup>Emily scanned her drawer. Jeeze, when was the last time she had done laundry? She had like...no fucking clothes! Great, just great. A least her favourite tank top was clean...that was really the only good thing. She grabbed the tank top and her shorts, then looked around for a pair of shoes. The door opened and Emily sighed. God, were they back already? She grabbed a pair of Converse and started making her way quickly to the back of the bus when she heard Charlie's voice. Great...just fucking great. Definitely the last person she wanted to see right now.

She noticed him staring at her for a second and rolled her eyes. "Could you like, stop looking at me?" She asked, rolling her eyes. Then it dawned on her...she was still in a towel. Oh fuck. And that annoying smirk on his face! Ugh, she could kill him. "God, can't you fucking knock!?" She asked him, practically yelling. She turned around, marched into the bathroom and slammed the door, ignoring his other question. Stupid Charles. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did he have to come now? Couldn't God be nice for a minute and just...make Charles never come!? No, of course God couldn't.

Emily changed quickly and brushed out her wet hair, before braiding it into two braids. But she didn't go out. Emily didn't want to see him. Maybe she'd get lucky, and he'd find what he was looking for and leave. He had been looking for something...hadn't he? She didn't fucking know. But after ten minutes, and hearing no door shut...Emily knew she had to go out. Maybe she'd get to yell at him, that'd be fun. She took a deep breath and opened the door, walking out. Sadly...he was still there. "Why are you here?" Emily asked, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting down on a chair, pretty much shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

Count: 340. FML.
Tags: Charlie Brown.
Lyrics: If I Never See Your Face Again- Maroon 5 ft. Rhianna
Outfit: First this and then this</sup>

[charlie brown]

Live life 'til you get it wrong
Take a breath and turn your head
Oh my god I've gotta get out of this trend

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________________[/center]

Charlie let out a laugh. God she was a bitch. He didn't even know why he liked her. Oh, yes he did, he was a guy. Guys only ever liked what they knew they couldn't have. Like how Nate on Gossip Girl only ever wanted Serena because Blair was just too easy. He already had her. He wanted something he had to work for just a little tiny bit. "Sorry 'bout that." He said, his eyes still shut tightly, even though he didn't see the big deal. She had a towel on! It wasn't like he could actually see anything. As he heard the bathroom door shut his eyes snapped open, and he looked around. God, he needed a cigarette, badly. Where the fucking fuck was his wallet? He couldn't deal with Emily's little princess attitude without some nicotine in his system, he really couldn't. That was one of the only things he could actually complain about her. That she always acted like she was such a little fucking princess. And the fact that she held a grudge better than anyone, but the two kind of went hand in hand.

He looked around the place for his wallet, but tried not to look too hard. Like, he didn't even move from where he was standing, he just scanned the area with his eyes, hoping that it would magically pop out. Of course with his luck he would have had to drive all the way there, get yelled at, and when he went bac home he'd probably find it right on the counter. Where he had looked several times. God hated him, he really did. Or maybe it was even in his fucking car. he didn't really know, but he was hoping it would pop out before Emily came back and started yelling at him again. Being yelled at wasn't fucking fun, especially when it was the princess of all bitches yelling at you. Especially when you were infatuated with the said princess.

"I'm looking for my wallet." he said, in a calm voice, leaning against a wall. It was his favorite stance...the only thing missing was a cigarette in hand. The guy didn't drink, he didn't do drugs, no one really ever rung his neck for smoking. "Have you seen it?" He was acting as though he didn't know that she hated him more than anyone else on earth...even though he did. Or maybe he was just acting like he didn't fucking care.

count: 431
tags: emily
outfit: click
notes: he looks just like my father in that picture xD
lyrics: swallow the sun lyrics

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[emily diana hager]

And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again, I don’t mind

<sup>"Sure you are." Emily muttered, rolling her eyes and glaring at him...still. God, he was such a jerk! She hated him. All of her hated him. Except for that tiny, tiny part in her brain that was saying she should probably forgive him. He hadn't known her mom was dead...and everybody loved those stupid 'your mom' jokes. Everyone except Emily. But still...whenever she looked at him...which happened to be not very often, she was reminded of her mother. And Emily missed her mother...a lot. Stupid cancer! Emily's astro sign was a cancer, ironically enough. She tried not to pay much attention to that stuff...just lead back to her mom. Her mom had loved all that crap to do with astrology. And she had been a Cancer too... then died from it. Emily's life was just full of that ironic shit.

Letting out a small sigh, she watched him scan for his wallet, her eyes making a round trip once more. You couldn't find things just standing around! God, he was stupid. Hopefully he would leave soon, and Emily would be free to lounge around and do whatever she wanted. Not having to be alert on him making a snide remark to her...or her having to snap make with an even more snide remark. It was tiring, really. Tiring in a mental way at least. The band was actually getting quite sick of the fighting. They said she needed to lighten up and forgive him. But forgiving him would be like admitting defeat! And Emily did not want to do that.

"Haven't seen it." She told him. Even though that was a complete lie. Emily distinctly remembered seeing a wallet that didn't belong to anyone in the band. Someone had told her it was Charlie's, so now it was hidden in her suitcase- and the cigarette's flushed down the toilet. "Lost it?" She asked, a smirk on her full lips. "Too bad. Guess Charles can't feed his nicotine addiction." Emily said, a fake pout replacing the smirk. "You know. Smoking gives you cancer. Which killed my mom. Or maybe it was you who killed her?" She mused out loud, glaring at him once again. "Not that I would mind if you died." She muttered under her breath. That was a lie too though. Even if Emily hated him, she didn't want anyone to die. That was just plain cruel. Discreetly, Emily knocked on the wooden table beside her. That was the only superstition she really believed in.

Count: 435.
Tags: Charlie Brown.
Lyrics: If I Never See Your Face Again- Maroon 5 ft. Rhianna
Outfit: First this and then this</sup>

[charlie brown]

Live life 'til you get it wrong
Take a breath and turn your head
Oh my god I've gotta get out of this trend

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________________[/center]

Charlie couldn't take much more of her. She was really getting on his nerves. Usually he was a very chill guy, and he usually ignored the fact that Emily was just about the world's biggest bitch. But he hadn't had a cigarette all day, and his hands were starting to shake. And she was making him just want to slap her, or something. Not that he would because A) that would be incredibly girly and B) he still liked her and C) even if she was being a bitch she was still a girl, and he didn't hit girls. Or guys, really. He didn't hit much of anyone. Even when he was being the "big strong Charlie" he sometimes liked to pretend he was. And even if he did have muscles...very small muscles, but muscles nonetheless. He didn't usually use them.

Something about her words told him that she had, in fact, seen it, and knew exactly where it was. But Charlie was too annoyed to question her, or anything. He was too annoyed to even think about how pretty she was. He decided in that moment that he would just ask one of the other band members some other time. One he could actually get along with without having to have a cigarette in hand. Sadly, he noticed in this moment, that even talking to Emily stressed him out so badly that he couldn't.

"Yeah, well, I don't give a fuck about your mom." He snapped, not even thinking about the consiquences of his words. He was in such a grumpy mood that he didn't even really care if she hated him even more. He'd caught what she'd said about not minding if he died, and that was just a bitchy thing to say. She was really just a bitch. He didn't even know why he liked her...and in that moment he really didn't like her. Part of him was telling him to shut up, because all of this was going to come back and bite him in the ass the next day, but that was the part he hardly ever listened to. Sadly enough that part was almost always right.

"You know what? Who cares if it has all my money in it, along with my license, it doesn't matter, right? Bitch." He knew the last part wasn't needed, and was rude, but she was being a bitch, and he wasn't in a good mood. he'd feel bad about it the second he got a cigarette to his lips. He turned around, and walked to the door, opening it and walking out, already feeling a little bad. But just a little bit.

count: 463
tags: emily
outfit: click
lyrics: swallow the sun lyrics

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