Ill take advantage while you hang me out to dry (closed to mlypink8

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The young girl slammed her hand down on the alarm clock as it beeped. The night before had been fun and she had spent all night making out with whoever she could get her hands on and now she was paying for it. Even worse, she was late and wouldn’t get their in time for mathematics. This was the reason that the moment she got up she took some pain killers, swallowing it down with some warm beer she found beside her, spluttering at the taste in her mouth. She usually just grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on which happened to be alcohol, the reason she was in this mess.Although Veronica did enjoy blaming it on her mother which she was doing a wonderful job of. Her mother had inherited alot of money from Veronica’s father who had died when Veronica had been thirteen years old, two days after her birthday. Her mother Alana spent alot of money of face lifts and liposuction, and god knows what else. This was the reason Veronica hadn’t seen her in a week and wasn’t worried. As far as she was concerned her mother could be dead and she wouldn’t care.

She ran her fingers through her unwashed blonde hair and groaned, the headache becoming too much to handle. Shower. Need to shower. Yeah, thats it she thought to herself and walked over to the bathroom. She turned on the water, got out of what she had worn to bed (which wasn’t much) and walked over to the shower and got in. Five minutes later she was out and patting her hair dry as she walked into the walk in wardrobe, grabbed what she wanted and got changed into that before walking out of the house, skipping food which she didn’t really eat much of and got onto the motorcycle, putting the helmet on. She wasn’t a complete moron. Ten minutes later she was at the school. She parked it, turned it off and got off the beast that she called Hayley before walking into the school, tossing her hair about.

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WORDS! 351
STATUS! complete
WEARING! this
NOTES! sorry it took so long
INSPIRATION! Bloom-Nirvana. Its on repeat.
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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The alarm clock ringing next to his ears was now getting a nice beating and so was the bedside table it was next to. The beautiful man stood up and sighed. His body was in pain, but he enjoyed the feeling. It made him happy, it showed that he had worked hard enough the day before and that it was paying off. After all, no pain no gain. He was painfully aware of it.

He got up and walked downstairs to the shower in almost chipper mood. His life was perfect. His mother was healthy, his father had money, his younger sister was staying out of trouble, his room was messy and he was the star of the football team. Sure, he didn’t have a girlfriend considering a week ago he had found out we was being cheated on but he could definitely deal with that. He had a smart head on his shoulders. He knew that if that was his worst problem then he shouldn’t be complaining.

After washing his silky hair and his wonderful body he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He loved the feeling he got after a steamy shower, there was nothing else like it. With the towel still around his waist he started to style his hair with gel. That took five minutes before he finally got himself dressed, finding the clothes already picked out from the night before. He could get quite obsessive. He never knew when he would need to think ahead. He jogged down the stairs, then up, then down, then back up before running back down the stairs. He smiled at his mother who was making him a breakfast full of protein and grinned. He hated the taste of anything that wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t that his body was more important, he just didn’t like the taste.

He kissed his mother on the cheek. Brendan smiled at Maria. “Hello mother, good morning. It smells delicious” he said and took his plate that was already made up for him. Like clockwork. His mother was a chef and she definitely knew how to cook.

He shoved it down his throat which made his mother cross, however he paid no mind. He could eat like a pig. He then looked up at the clock. “Damn, Im late. Bye Mum!” he said over his shoulder as he grabbed his bag and ran out the door to his car.

“Bye dearie! Be good!”

Five minutes later he was at the school, out of the car and walking down the halls. His friends were already by his side.

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WORDS! 489
TAGGED! mlypink8
OUTFIT! click!
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! hope you like the man I picked out for you (:
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0
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ooc: Sorry for the wait!

bic: With her alarm clock beeping for over ten minutes now, she assumed it was finally time to wake up. Reluctantly, she stretched out her arm from a mountain of blankets and shut the beeping up. She groaned, her body unwilling to get out of bed after a hard volleyball practice last night. Finally, she stumbled out of bed and made her way to her shower. The hot water helped wake her up and relax her sore thighs and biceps. Kayla Sparks eventually shut the warm water off and wrapped a towel around her slender body. She began drying her light brown hair, her bangs sweeping over her light green eyes. She applied a thin layer of black eyeliner and mascara before moving to her closet to find something to wear. She liked to keep it simple, pulling on a pair of blue jeans and her home volleyball jersey for tonight's game. She added on her white Vans and she was ready to get going.

She grabbed a banana and a bag of Pop-Tarts to eat for breakfast before heading into the garage and climbing into her red truck. It'd be a long day of classes and reminding her father that he needed to leave his football practice early to make it to her game on time. Kayla was growing tired of begging for his attention. His football team came first, that was nothing new, but she wanted him to be there to see her play, especially since this was her last season. She was turning eighteen soon and would be heading off to whatever college would give her the most money to attend. She parked her truck at school, pulled her backpack onto her left shoulder, and headed into the building to go to her locker.

Finally at her locker, she twisted her combination in and opened it up. She pulled out a few binders and set them in her backpack while taking out a few textbooks and setting them back into her locker. She tried to relax, but she always felt nervous before a game. It didn't matter if they were playing the worst team in their division, Kayla felt the pressure and she felt it all day long. It wasn't unusual for her to think that if she played better than before, her dad would actually watch her entire game rather than showing up late and bringing half of his football team to talk strategy during her match. With a sigh, she shut her locker and leaned against it for a moment.

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The alarm clock ringing next to his ears was now getting a nice beating and so was the bedside table it was next to. The beautiful man stood up and sighed. His body was in pain, but he enjoyed the feeling. It made him happy, it showed that he had worked hard enough the day before and that it was paying off. After all, no pain no gain. He was painfully aware of it.

He got up and walked downstairs to the shower in almost chipper mood. His life was perfect. His mother was healthy, his father had money, his younger sister was staying out of trouble, his room was messy and he was the star of the football team. Sure, he didn’t have a girlfriend considering a week ago he had found out we was being cheated on but he could definitely deal with that. He had a smart head on his shoulders. He knew that if that was his worst problem then he shouldn’t be complaining.

After washing his silky hair and his wonderful body he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He loved the feeling he got after a steamy shower, there was nothing else like it. With the towel still around his waist he started to style his hair with gel. That took five minutes before he finally got himself dressed, finding the clothes already picked out from the night before. He could get quite obsessive. He never knew when he would need to think ahead. He jogged down the stairs, then up, then down, then back up before running back down the stairs. He smiled at his mother who was making him a breakfast full of protein and grinned. He hated the taste of anything that wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t that his body was more important, he just didn’t like the taste.

He kissed his mother on the cheek. Brendan smiled at Maria. “Hello mother, good morning. It smells delicious” he said and took his plate that was already made up for him. Like clockwork. His mother was a chef and she definitely knew how to cook.

He shoved it down his throat which made his mother cross, however he paid no mind. He could eat like a pig. He then looked up at the clock. “Damn, Im late. Bye Mum!” he said over his shoulder as he grabbed his bag and ran out the door to his car.

“Bye dearie! Be good!”

Five minutes later he was at the school, out of the car and walking down the halls. His friends were already by his side.
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WORDS! 489
TAGGED! mlypink8
OUTFIT! click!
LYRICS! i should tell you, rent obc
NOTES! hope you like the man I picked out for you (:
CREDIT! KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0
picture credit belongs to BUNNYA of caution 2.0

ooc: I do like the guy you picked. ;D

bic: Kissing his little sister's head, he dropped her off at the elementary school she would be attending this year. He felt her arms hug his legs and he watched her head into the third grade classroom before leaving and heading back to the parking lot. The brother and sister were new to the area, the city that was way larger than the town they had grown up in. Jake Anderson got into his old pick up truck and began driving to his high school that had a population greater than his entire hometown.

With his aunt's failing health, Jake's mother and father asked him to head off to the city and help take care of her. Willing to do anything to help a member of his family, he agreed and took his sister with him so she could experience the city life. Parking his truck near the back of the lot, he just sat there for a few long minutes, icy blue eyes watching the teenagers walking and talking. Everyone knew each other back where he was from, and it was a comfortable feeling. Now, at this school, nobody knew him nor did he know them. It'd be a rough first day.

Figuring he should get out and actually find where his classroom was, Jake pulled her backpack onto his shoulder and headed towards the entrance of the school. Jake had spent his entire life working on his parents' ranch. The years of hardwork, fixing fences, building barns, and bailing hay had left him with naturally tanned skin, calloused hands, and a solid, muscular body. He stood at about six foot four, towering over teenage girls as he walked by them. His eyes wandered around the hallways, looking at the numbers on classroom doors as he passed by. "Chemistry... 205..." he mumbled, trying to memorize what his first class was so he wouldn't look like a loser carrying his schedule around.

Jake wore a pair of blue jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. He blended in well with the rest of the high school students, except for his height and his southern accent. As long as he didn't talk much or sit in the front of the class, he would be fine. Eyes glued to the numbers on the walls beside the doors, he didn't see the tiny blonde walking the opposite way. He didn't know she was there until he hit her, arms reaching out to grab her in order to keep her from hitting the floor.