Opposites Attract: Izzie & Christy

[OoOoIzzieoOoO]

Hailey walked through the door of the already crowded house. She stopped once in the doorway, debating about turning around and hi-tailing it back to her car. Instead her friend grabbed her by the arm and dragged to the counter, where a guy from their year was passing out drinks. Her friend grabbed two and shoved one into her hand. "What is it exactly," Hailey asked, swirling the dark liquids around in the plastic cup. "I don't know, but thats the fun of it, just drink it," her friend replied, tipping her own cup back. Why am I even here, she thought to herself. This is an entirely irresponsible and not to mention illegal thing. But o right, 'everyone' has to come to this party, according to her friend. Glancing around she realized her friend has already made it to the middle of the living room, which was serving as a sort of dance floor. She set down her cup, but not before taking a small sip. Ok, it wasn't that bad, she thought trying to be optimistic. Looking around the room, she could she the way people sort of mingled together in little groups. The football jocks, the basketball ones, the mindless cheerleaders, the smart kids, etc, etc, just like you'd see in the movies. Her eyes trailed over one particular group longer. They were the emo/gothic/drug type. (ooc: i am NOT stereotypical, just goes w/ story) They were very loud, and judging by the staggery stance of most of them had already had one to many, even though the party had just started. What idiots, she thought, looking away in disgust. But I might as well not made this a total waste of time, she thought, finishing off her drink and going over to the table set out with food. She saw her friend walk up to her and ram another cup of who knows what into her hand. Ummm, thanks, she muttered, but her friend was already off dancing again.

[christy]

T.J. laughed loudly as his friend, Caleb, told about how he almost got ran over when he was laying in the middle of the street. Two years ago. But well, he was drunk. Because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be laughing. Cause he heard this story way too many times. His brain is always lost when he had too many beers. So he just laughed and wheezed.
“Hey buddddyy, I’m gonna get us another beer,” T.J. slurred and stumbled towards the table. He grabbed as many cups of beer as he can and then started stumbling back to the group. All a sudden he felt something crash into him (or more like, him crashing into something) causing the cups to fly out of his hands and fall to the ground. Beer splashing out and onto everyone and everything.
“Oh shit,” He mumbled and ignored all the “stupid-fag” glares from everyone and bent down and began to awkwardly pick up the cups.

[OoOoIzzieoOoO]

Hailee let her mind wonder, something it often did when she was really bored. She slowly took sips of her drink, enjoying it to her surprise. She was thinking about how she wanted to get back to her waiting book at home, when something crashed into her, or someone actually. She fell back into the table behind her, managing to not fall down. She could feel that the front of her shirt was soaked. Looking down she realized it was covered, in what smelt like, beer. Groaning she looked at the floor, where lay empty cups, and one guy who was trying to pick them all up. "You idiot, why'd you try carrying all these at once," she said harshly. She bent down to help him, but only because she was hoping them being down so low would help them stay hidden from view. She took a longer look at him. "Ahh, thats why," she accidently said outloud, noticing his attire, and obvious drunk presence.

[christy]

T.J. looked up to voice of the girl only to see her helping him with the cups. Weird how she just insults me and then starts picking up the cups, he thought and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help but watch the girl. She was gorgeous. He bit his lip. The beer was definitely getting to him. “Yeah,” He muttered. He stood up and then glanced at the girl again. The beer taking over him. Damn she’s hott, he suddenly thought. “Sorry that I ran into you,” he said with a sly smile.

[OoOoIzzieoOoO]

Hailey noticed the smile he gave her. "Its fine," she said but she couldn't help glaring at him again. She stood up, and looked down at her shirt. She'd have to go home now and change. As bored as she was, she really didn't want to leave yet. "Well, thanks to you I have to leave now, and change. maybe next time try and watch where you walk..or maybe don't drink so much in the first place." She knew she was being jerk to him, but she couldn't help it, he was just another one of them, she thought, glancing again at his noisy group.

[christy]

“Hey, heyy. I can lend you a shirt,” T.J. slurred, pulling on the girl’s arm, “And I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear what you just said.” He winked.

[OoOoIzzieoOoO]

Hailey smiled as Tj winked at her. What am I doing, she thought, hoping he hadn't seen her smile at him. She felt him pull on her arm. She was about to protest but gave up, not wanting to start an agrument with a drunk person; those never ended well. So she let him drag her up the stairs to his room.

[christy]

T.J. smiled as he walked in the room, the beautiful creature in tow. He paused for a second as he stood in the middle of the room. Thinking about what he could lend her and then pulled open a drawer and grabbed a black flannel shirt. “Here.” He handed it to her. “And yes I know. I totally saved you from going home and changing. I love you too and you’re welcome,” He said with a smirk and slowly walked backwards toward his door. Closing it with his foot.

[OoOoIzzieoOoO]

"Yah, um thanks," Hailey said to T.J., taking the shirt from him. She watched as he went and backed towards his door, shutting it. What is he doing, not letting me out?She looked around his room for a bathroom. There wasn't one. She realized what he probably meant. "Well if you think I'm doing to change in front of you, you can forget about it," she said as she stepped into his closet to change. She could feel her head starting to spin a bit. Stupid drinks, she thought to herself. And I only had two. She pulled off her shirt and exchanged it with the one he gave her. She breathed in the pleasant smell it gave off, but quickly shook her head. Opening the closet door, she stepped out, noticing he was still blocking the doorway. "Umm thanks again," she said to him, walking a few paces towards the blocked door.

[christy]

T.J. bit his lip as he watched her went into the closet to change. Watching her as she came back out and as she came towards him. Wanting to get out. Of his room, away from him. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered. It meant to come out as a more aggressive statement. But whatever she had did, drained all the confidence from his drunken body.