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Post by aisling on May 19, 2011 20:15:58 GMT -5
 I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASSdon't know how much time has passedOH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER
Aisling laid there on her bed, on her phone, on the chatbox for Casper, california. She sighed and replied quickly to the messages. She pulled at her lip and sighed, rubbing her eyes as she got slightly dizzy and disoriented from the half a bottle of Captain Morgan she had drank all by herself.
She kicked off the blankets, revealing her "I <3 Frenching" Victoria Secret panties that she had just bought that day and her tank top and walked into her kitchen. getting a glass of water and trying not to fall over. The lights were blurring and she remembered that someone was supposed to get to her house. The issue was remembering who was supposed to show up.
Aisling had started to drink when she was only fifteen years old. Her father had allowed her to go to a party with one of her friends, there she met the famous Clay Bucholz. He was a boy from her friend's highschool and they had hit it off. Aisling and Clay had started to hang out constantly, and he was always a goody two shoes since he had always dreamed of the scholarship to play ball for the Red Sox, so he never got in trouble.
He and Aisling had started going out when she was eighteen, after three years of friendship it had come natural and she was happy. They went out for a few years which he had asked her to marry him, she refused. She was a party girl, she partied with the big leagues and had billions of dollars... she wasn't ready to settle down.
He understood what she wanted to do and they grew apart slowly... She partied more often, and harder then ever. And when her father died, hse went off the deep end. Only waiting around for his will to be in place and she totally dipped, leaving and ending up in Casper.
So, walking back into her room she sighed and fell on her bed, the windows open and the balcony door open revealing the ocean that lay right out her window. She took a big gulp of the C.M. and waited for... Jasper! That's who it was that was showing up..
(TAG) jasper/joey
(WORDS)dunno... dun rly care.
(NOTES) nopeee
(OUTFIT) CLICK!
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution, banner to ---.
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Post by JASPER ALEXANDER MORETTI on May 19, 2011 20:49:56 GMT -5
Fighting with his mother about giving him back his keys, Jasper promised that he wasn't going out tonight and that he just wanted his keys for security reasons. Honestly, the boy took his keys everywhere and he really didn't like the feeling of not having the rattling, or the weight in his pockets. Pulling some purple shirt that he picked off the floor of his very dirty room -- after making sure that it smelled decent and didn't have any food on it-- he sighed. He shook his blonde locks of hair and brushed them out of his eyes. he walked back out of his room, after he finally had his mother give him his keys before she went to bed herself; as his father was out on a business trip and would not be home for a few days.
Though, Jasper knew that that meant that his father was in Las Vegas and fucking some strippers or something. Like father like son right? As far as he knew his parents thought that he was just with a lot of girls because he was looking for the right one, and not that he was a man whore to used girls for their bodies to get his frustration out. Sure, it wasn't exactly, nice, but who gave a damn? Not him. He couldn't care about anyone but himself. Well, his selfishness was slowly going away because he was actually trying to care about other people, mostly just Charlie. But he had his reasons to care about her! She was carrying his baby after all. Sure, they needed to be friends more, but you know what? they had nine months. This would work out.
This was also his las night of getting completely shit-faced and fucking a girl older then him and out of high school. He knew that he had to start to clean up his act now, so that he was completely clean when that baby decided to join the world.
Whatever. walking down the stairs from his room -- which was on the third floor -- to the first floor was a lot more work then he liked. He sighed at the bottom of the stairs and then walked out the front door to his black pick up. The engine roared to life when he turned the key in the ignition. He backed up his car and drove out of his drive way, and out of his neighborhood of the rich. He wasn't really going far, he was just going to the other side of the rich people's part of town. Pulling up to her house, he smiled at the house. Nice looking house on the outside, at least that's what he could tell from it being some ungodly hour of the night. Killing the engine, he got out of the truck, nearly slamming the door. Jasper hoped that she would come running down the stairs of her large house and open the door before he made his way to the door, though the boy did walk slow and took his time to the door.
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Post by aisling on May 21, 2011 17:21:07 GMT -5
I'M LOOKING AT YOU THROUGH THE GLASSdon't know how much time has passedOH GOD IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER
Finally she realized who was coming over. She had been in her bed for a while when she realized once again that he would be there soon, and as she scanned the house... it was spotless.
She walked into her bathroom, looking in the mirror and playing with her hair, she tried to keep her balance and giggled as she turned the light off, walking down the steps to the kitchen and put her Captain Morgan into the fridge.
She walked into the living room, putting on MTV and turning it up loudly, then sat down for a minute, trying to regain her thoughts and looked around. Then at her clothes... which she, wasn't wearing any. She saw the headlights on her front windows as she ran up the steps, falling into the wall and she pulled on her jeans... without underwear and pulled a bikini top on, then walked down the steps, opening the door and holding onto it as she got a bit dizzy.
Smiling at the blond as he walked up she folded her arms over her chest, hello there. She walked to him, kissing his cheek and turning around,walking back in her house, keeping the door open so he could follow. She was planning on playing with him tonight, there was no easy way to get her pants off.
(TAG) jasper/joey
(WORDS)dunno... dun rly care.
(NOTES) nopeee
(OUTFIT) CLICK!
(LYRICS) stone sour - through glass
(CREDIT) SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE.. at caution, banner to ---.
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