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Post by heath alexander farron on Jun 26, 2008 15:07:37 GMT -5
[/font][/i][/size] Heath closed her laptop slowly, and stretched his arms behind him. It was a friday night and Heath was working on a paper for school in his appartment. What kind of a friday night is that? Heath's eyes glanced at the clock. 11:30! He excalimed. He had figured it was much later than that. The night was still young, and he lived in New York! Heath got up out of her chair and began to rummage through his closet for something decent to wear. He picked out the perfect outfit, and threw it on. Then came the hair. He applied a little jell to it, and ruffed it up so it looked shaggy and cool. The getting ready process was over, so he exited his appartment.
Heath's destination was simple, any nightclub. He was looking to have a good time and that was where everyone seemed to be on friday nights. He left her appartment building and hailed hinslef a cab. The night was warm and crisp. The perfect combination. Stalotto 42. Heath told the cab driver. After a good ten minute cab ride, he had arrived. No good night clubs were close to his appartment. He always had to venture a ways away for a good night out. Heath didn't mind though, it was totally worth it. He payed the cab driver, thanked him and got out of the cab.
Heath began to walk towards the club as he noticed the line. It stretched all the way around the back of the building. He would never get in! But, he went to the back of the line anyways. After only five minutes of waiting, he got fed up. He was Heath Farron for God sakes! He shouldn't have to wait to get into a night club. Heath approched the bouncer.The man was big, big enough to cause damage to pretty much anyone. He instantly recognized him, and let him in. That was easy. He thought to herslef as he enterd the club. The lights were flashing and the drinks were flowing. This was bound to be a night for the books.
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 26, 2008 15:39:31 GMT -5
   brett paige kite ,the most important parties to attend are the ones you're not invited to.
i screwed this post up, sorry. D:
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Post by heath alexander farron on Jun 26, 2008 15:53:21 GMT -5
[/font][/i][/size] Heath's eyes skimmed the room. The music was pounding in his ears. The place was very posh, and everyone seemed rich and stuck up. He was bound to fit right in. Suddenly, he heard a small voice from beside him. He turned to see Brett Kite. He smirked and placed his hand on the small of her back. Spending the evening with you, hopefully. He said smugly. You look scumptious, by the way. He added as he bent down to kiss her on the cheek. That was how Heath greeted all his ladies.
Heath looked over at the bar, and then back to Brett. Love to. He said as he lead her over to the bar. He took a seat on one of the barstools, and signled over the bartender. I'll have a beer, Heath always orderd a beer. It was safe, yet good. He looked over at Brett to see what she would order. He reached into his back pocket for his wallet so he could pay for thier drinks.
Heath looked Brett up and down. Not in his sleesy, 'I'm checking you out,' kind of way. More in an accknowledging they were there togther kind of way. He slowly ran his toung over his lips. So, what are you doing here, all along? He asked with his smirk still plasterd on his face. It wasn't like Brett to go out on her own, to a club on a firday night. He figured mabye she was meeting someone there? He wasn't all that sure. But there had to be a reason.
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 26, 2008 16:18:32 GMT -5
brett paige kite ,the most important parties to attend are the ones you're not invited to.
spending the evening with you, hopefully. brett bit her lip to fight back the smile trying to turn the corners of her lips up. she knew everything about heath's reputation with girls; the way he had a new lady on his arm every week, the way he acted charming just to get in their pants. to be honest, it was almost maddening to be near him all the time. somehow she just couldn't stop feeling like all of those other girls he fucked around with. and feeling insignificant was something that she would not tolerate, so she shrugged and then felt his lips against her cheek. sigh. he always made it so hard to hate him. so she turned her head and pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth. teasing him was even more fun.
heath had led her away to the bar, and brett took a seat on one of the empty barstools and crossed her legs. the whole place was so luxurious, she felt a bit out of place, which was hilarious. brett giggled as heath ordered a beer. "hm, i'll have a beer, too," she spoke up. it had been so long since she had a beer, aside from all the margaritas and chardonnay. but hey, why not? as the bartender left, she heard heath ask her a question. so, what are you doing here, all alone? brett glanced at the heels on her feet thoughtfully. hmm, what was she doing here again? she wouldn't be surprised if later on she was dancing on the dancefloor with a bottle of vodka in hand, though.
"i just didn't have anything to do tonight. shocking, i know," brett responded, watching as the bartender came back with their beers. brett picked hers up and took a sip. it tasted all too familiar. "what about you? picking up another girl?" she asked with a small smirk, staring pointedly at all the (probably underage) girls with the skimpiest clothes on the dancefloor, before looking back at him. he must've thought brett kite was oblivious about him; haha. if brett kite was anything, it would be anything but stupid.
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Post by heath alexander farron on Jun 26, 2008 16:34:50 GMT -5
[/font][/i][/size] Heath raised his eyebrow when Brett orderd her beer. He figured shed get something girly, like champaign, or a martini. Heath hated girly drinks. They were so, sweet. Beer, on the other hand, was a manly drink. He could apprtait a girl who liked a good beer. The bartender came back with their drinks, and Heath automaticly took a gulp of his. The burn of alchahol scortched his throught on the way down. It was a weird feeling, but he enjoyed it. He rested his beer back down on the bar, and focused his attention on Brett once more.
I just didn't have anything to do tonight. shocking, I know. Heath grinned at Brett. That is, quite shocking. He replied smugly before taking another sip of his beer. Heath knew Brett was a busy girl. But she always made time for him. Who wouldn't. He was irrisistable, and he knew it. Heath lifted his hand to Brett's forehead and slowly pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear. There, now I can see your eyes. He said gently with a half smile.
What about you? Picking up another girl? Heath couldn't help but chuckel at that comment. Everyone knew about Heath's reputation, but he didn't mind. He followed Brett's eyes to a group of girls on the dance floor. He smirked at them, and one of them waved his direction. He turned back to face Brett. No, baby. Tonights all about you. Us. He said as Heath rested his hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes. He slowly placed a kiss on her red lips, then quickly pulled away. Heath took his hand back, and took another sip of his beer.
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 26, 2008 17:05:37 GMT -5
brett paige kite ,the most important parties to attend are the ones you're not invited to.
brett grinned up at him when he spoke. that is, quite shocking. she let a small giggle escape her lips. heath looked quite cocky there for a second, which made brett giggle even more. that was something that caught her by total surprise, though; he brushed the hair out of her eyes, and for a second, brett blushed. that was something she never did. it was so annoying how heath brought out this side out of her. she had gotten herself into this. even if something did happen between them one day by some miracle, like dating, she would always feel, not good enough. but maybe he would change, if she asked him to. at least she kept hoping he would.
heath chuckled at her comment, and she cocked her head to the side. she took another sip of her beer as his eyes had followed her gaze. and then, heath had to surprise her again. no, baby. tonight's all about you. us. brett bit her lip. how could she respond to that? honestly she just wanted to jump him on the spot, but then that silver balloon of hate came back in her stomach, for whatever reason. sooner then she knew it, his lips were on her's, and instinctively she kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck for as long as she could. but then he broke away, and she was reminded of everything all over again. the hate kept pestering at her, and she finally stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. brett should at least save her own dignity from going down the tube.
"no, heath. i'm not falling for this again." the place was so crowded and loud, she doubted anyone could hear her, except for heath. brett shook her head and tore her eyes away from his face. but she just had to say more. "what am i to you, anyway? a sock puppet you just fool around with when you're bored?" she said, her tone angry and disapproving. but as her eyes found his again, brett wanted more then anything to kiss those lips, and this night would end up like all those other nights; with them hooking up. but she needed her answers now; brett was a romantic, one of those people, not some whore from the street. this couldn't go on for very long.
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Post by heath alexander farron on Jun 26, 2008 17:24:53 GMT -5
[/font][/i][/size] Heath rested his beer back down and rested his hand on Brett's knee, slowing pushing up the end of her dress. He was taken back when she suddenly stood up. What? Could this be a rejection. Just as he thought he once again had her in the palm of his hand, she pulls a stunt like this. He listened to her as she spoke harshly at him. No, Heath. I'm not falling for this again Heath looked at her bluntly. Falling for what? He asked with a slight chuckel. He, of course, knew exactly what he was talking about. Why was she doing this? He thought she just wanted to have a good time.
Heath too stood up. He tried to get Brett to sit back down. Brett, sit back down, your making a scene. Even though he loved the attention a scene created, he didn't want to get rejected in front of a large group of people. What am I to you, anyway? A sock puppet you just fool around with when you're bored? Heath shook his head. Its not like that at all Brett, and you know it! He said firmly. She really ment much more to him then that. But how was he supposed to tell her. Legendary playboy Heath, suddenlt has feelings for a girl? That wouldn't go over well.
Listen, he said as he returned to his stool. Lets talk about this another time. Try to have some fun Brett. Wanna go dance? He asked, trying to quickly change the subject. Avoiding confrentation was one of his best skills.
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 26, 2008 18:07:54 GMT -5
brett paige kite ,the most important parties to attend are the ones you're not invited to.
brett was fuming. she didn't care if she was making a scene or not, even though when she looked around no one was really looking their way except for a few people. why couldn't people stick their large noses into their own god damn business? falling for what? brett blinked. ha ha ha. he was kidding, right? of course he was. but being so painstakingly oblivious was so annoying. her eyes narrowed as he continued to speak. brett, sit back down, your making a scene. "who cares?" she scoffed, her manolo heels still planted firmly on the ground, even after heath's failed attempts to make her sit down. it's not like that at all, brett, and you know it! brett shook her head. "do i?" never once had the boy uttered even the slightest words of affection, and the words 'c'mon let's go fuck' did not count.
even he was still trying to change the subject, but brett absolutely ignored him. she was looking anywhere but him, her eyes scanning the crowded dancefloor, the music blaring from the stereos. this was just like every other night. as she glanced down at her shoes, brett took the chance of peeking up at heath. brett searched his eyes, which was a mistake on her part. could he really have feelings for her, at all? brett was so stupid. she wouldn't be in this mess, if she hadn't met heath at all. but for a small second, brett was actually convinced he cared what happened to her. right? it was better then worrying her life away. he just didn't have the balls to say it. just like every other guy.
brett considered leaving him wanting more, and calling it a night. but no, that was impossible. she was much too selfish. she felt the tiny bubble of hate that still weighted down her stomach, but pushed it aside. maybe she couldn't pop it. but she could embrace it's nice qualities. the little sheen of silver that covered the surface, telling her not to take things too fast. looking up, she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes. she gently bit her bottom lip, looking into heath's eyes. then, without thinking or holding back, she wrapped her arms around heath's neck again, and pushed her lips against his. this type of weird love that they had didn't look so scary when it was heath farron.
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Post by heath alexander farron on Jun 26, 2008 18:21:57 GMT -5
[/font][/i][/size] Heath shook his head as she persisted, and continued to stand. I do, he said softly. Then he said something be barley ever said to a girl. Please? He asked timidly. The word slipped out of his mouth. He thought 'please' was a word of weakness, and barley ever used it. But he really wanted her to sit. Heath chuckled lightly. You should, even though he never said it, it was right there in his eyes. He was falling for her. But he would never admit it outloud. He couldn't.
Heath had to hide his feelings about everything from the world. About missing his mother, about actually being sensitive, and espically about falling for Brett. He did like his playboy life style, but he would change it for her in a second. His eyes drifted down to his shoes as her eyes moved up to his face. He was having a moment of sensitivity.
Then, the moment was killed when she pressed her lips against his. It was, unexpected, to say the least. She was pissed at him, then suddenly kissing him. But who was he to complain? He stayed sitting, and put his hands on her back, pulling her body in closer to him. He loved the taste of Brett. She was so sweet. He slowly moved his hands up into her hair as they continued to kiss. Then, he cautiously slipped his toung into her mouth.
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Post by brett paige kite on Jun 26, 2008 20:07:53 GMT -5
 brett paige kite ,the most important parties to attend are the ones you're not invited to.
the tension in her body released, her already raised hands moving to grab the back of heath's hair. she wanted to slap him, she wanted to push him off. she wanted to pull away. but all brett's muscles would do was gently run her fingers through his hair, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. she was unable to physically break away from him. her head was just a swirl of emotion. the fury had subsided at his touch, but it was building again. her heartbeat was incredibly rapid, thumping irregularly against her packed ribcage. she knew what she wanted to do. being with him was enough for now- it left her content. for now.
she felt his tounge slip into her mouth. brett went along with the whole thing, pressing herself entirely against his body, closing any space there might have been. brett knew he was expecting sex right now, and the idea was pretty hilarious to her. and also the fact that he just couldn't say those three words to her (i love you). how hard was it, anyway? they had been at this for about a year now, and brett decided to give him a little taste of his own medicine.
brett moved her leg back, kicking him in the shin with her four-inch manalos. it wasen't hard enough for her taste, but maybe it would do some damage. you scratch my back, i scratch yours? brett pulled away, giggling and patting him on the shoulder. she leaned in to his ear and whispered, "not until you admit it. thanks for the beer, though," with a small wink, brett grabbed her beer and the clutch she had left at the bar, and made her way throughout the crowd and out the door, leaving behind heath farro and another night wasted.
they didn't really call her a bitch who left people hanging for nothing.
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Post by heath alexander farron on Jun 26, 2008 20:22:20 GMT -5
[/font][/i][/size] Heath slowly slipped his kisses down her neck, then back up to her lips. He moved his hands from his hair, back to the small of her back. His hands were lower this time. They wernt on her butt, but they were pretty darn close. He was kind of surprised that she was willingly still making out with him. But he wasn't going to pull away. Her lips and her body were so fermiliar. It was like he had done this a hunderd times before.
Heath was so close to whispering in her ear. Whispering, something he had never said to a girl before. But, he couldn't. It wasn't that it wasn't ture, cause he did.. love her. But he just couldn't get up the courage to do it. He didn't want to ruen what they had by dating her. It was weird but it was how his mind worked.
They continued to kiss, it seemed that time had just stopped for them. Then, all of a sudden, Heath felt something jab into his knee. It was Brett's shoe. He flinched and opened his eyes. Not until you admit it. Thanks for the beer, though. Heath couldn't help but laugh. There she was, the Brett he knew and love. She was a bitch, but he loved her. Heath watched as she walked away, and soon after left for home.
}deadnesss.
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