alex // Crunk&Grind.Thats My Lifeline

[keatie deville]

If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me
If I leave town would you leave along with me
We can fly away to outer space
We can find a way to leave this place

<sub>Hey Alex, meet me at Salotto 42. She had sent the text message about half an hour a go, and now she was getting tired of waiting. Maybe it wasn't exactly half an hour ago, more like fifteen minutes - but Kate hated waiting. She absolutely hated it. She had met Alex, and instantly liked him. He was funny, witty, cocky - the kind of characteristics she liked in a person. Secretly, she thought he was hot as hell, but she could and would never say anything. She wasn't supposed to roll that way with people with piercings and such. It was so, not her. She went for those filthy rich, sophisticated asses. Now that was what she liked. So when she found herself becoming attracted to Alex, a red flag went off in her brain. She found him annoying - he was from a rural area and Keatie wasn't really used to... those kind of people. Not that anything was "wrong" with them. Just they seemed a little, or a lot more naive than the average city kid. Keatie had grown up and lived in Paris for seventeen years though, what would you expect from someone who has always had the luxury of city bliss.

Keatie had met Alex awhile a go, figured he was new, and gave him a tour of the "oh so fun" university. She found out he liked music, and she was all over him like a fat kid on cake. She loved music, and she always had endless questions about what he played, and if he wrote his own songs. It wasn't really a Kate thing to be interested in something other than herself. But with Alex, it was different. So she liked him, she thought he was fun. She flirted, and teased, thought of him as a pretty good friend. But she had those moments where she couldn't stand him worth shit, and she was always honest about it. Right now, she was getting ticked off about having to wait for so long. Maybe she just expected too much out of people. She took a dramatic sigh, it was loud and pretty obnoxious, the kind people turned and looked at you rudely for.

So why she chose here was beyond her. Probably for the amazing art, and soft music that played in the background. She had ordered drinks, she was old enough. She ordered one of those cute little cocktails for Alex. Giving alcohol to someone who can't legally buy some themselves - wasn't that bad? Well hell, she didn't care. Use a little of her French charm on most men, and they would keep there mouth closed until the day they died. Keatie used her sweet voice, her cute signature "French girl" giggle and gorgeous face to her advantage. She was one of those sweet girls that everyone loved, or one of those shallow bitches everyone hated. Most people, the beautiful people, saw the better side of her. Most of the time, Alex did as well. But she liked him... As a friend of course, nothing more. Well okay, that was just a lie. But she still would deny it for the rest of her life. He didn't look like her, he was different. It would be so taboo!

One more minute though, and she would be out. She'd find him, and bitch at him for hours about how she had to wait all alone with creepy old men. Yes, she would blow it out if proportion- but those are the things that she was best at anyway.</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

get a move on, you got a girl that ain't holdin' up on you;

He slept. Godammit, he slept.
And he had to admit, the blue cheap-o sofa in his little apartment was comfy for a thirty-dollar couch. All of the sudden, his stomach vibrated. It blared a classic; Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana. He practically jumped up, gasping like he had no idea what hit him. He slid the top half of his celly up, reading what looked like a text in Alex's deformed-sleep-state he was in. Funny thing was that Alex never really woke up. Until he showered, or something big was happening.
Hey Alex, meet me at Salotto 42. He ran a hand through his gorgeous dark hair. From Keatie... He literally said out loud. He stared at the phone's screen until he smiled softly.He was actually excited, which was odd. But if you think about it from the male's perspective- pretty french girl meets you in a park. takes you around campus. invites you to... a bar or something. Alex likey.
He went to his room, which was about three steps from the couch. Looking in the stnad-up mirror, he saw this: a boy with messy hair, a tee shirt, skinny jeans, and Spongebob socks. He tore to the dresser, pulling on an electric-blue pair of skinny jeans, a yellow band tee, and a striped navy hoodie. That would do. He slapped on a pair of yellow converse and darted out the door.
Of coarse, he came to a screeching halt at the door. Where the fudge is this place?! He cursed, stepping down the stairs and stopping a woman walking up. Scuse me, do you know where... Salotto 42 is? She nodded.
Alex ran.

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[keatie deville]

If I strum chords, would you sing a song with me
If I leave town would you leave along with me
We can fly away to outer space
We can find a way to leave this place

<sub>That was it, she wasn't waiting for much longer. She started to get upset. Really, really, upset. She was pretty sure she had shown him where absolutely everything was. Well she wasn't sure, she was too busy flirting with him in all honesty. Maybe he was standing her up, or got lost, or maybe he got abducted by aliens. Okay, so that was a little drastic. But she didn't see why he would stand her up, there had to be a reasonable explanation for this.

She stood up in her little back dress. Every girl needed a little black dress for special occasions. Why this was a special occasion was beyond her, but she had made her hair all wavy, put on pretty make up and she looked gorgeous in all honesty. Gorgeous for who though? No one now. She pouted slightly, she wasn't very happy about this at all. She could feel guys staring at her left and right. Not just her pretty face, her amazing body as well. She was petite, only 5'3 maybe, a short girl but with a lot in the chest and a nice backside, if you catch my drift. She really was an exotic French beauty. One who had just been stood up.

She brushed herself down a little, and stormed out of the club. maudite vache! She half screamed as she walked out, pushing the door with such force she could hear it slam. She looked up and down the darkening streets. Hold on, who was that running. Was that, ALEX? Her eyes narrowed slightly and she stormed towards him. Her French accent was always a lot more prominent when she was upset, sometimes making it harder to understand what she was saying. Where were you Alex? She said approaching him with her hand on her hip. I texted you, like five hours a go. FIVE. Ok, yet another exaggeration, but she was getting more and more upset. Did you not want to come see me Alex? If you didn't you just tell me. Now her lip started to pout again So she was a little bit of a cry baby at times. Just a little.

She folded her arms in a defensive manner, and looked away from him. She didn't want to look at his cute face and forgive him. Nope, she wanted to stay angry until he begged for forgiveness. She was not going to bow down to any man anytime soon, especially one who was very very late. Well, not that late. But late enough.</sub>

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maudite vache - asshole / bitch

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[alexander jay martin!]

get a move on, you got a girl that ain't holdin' up on you;

Alex jogged past 4th street, and along the way almost got hit by a crazy screaming mexican-driving taxi as it was pulling out to turn. He yelled sorry, sweating by then, and screeched to a halt. The girl had said it was at an intersection... aha. The neon caught his eye. Alex always had a thing for neon signs. They always lit up a drab, gray city. Plus they wwere just so... neon-y. He couldn't resist.
Now that he was there, he slowed slightly, squeezing through the packed crowd. He saw her, coming towards him. By that time he had slowed and was smiling at her. But as they got closer her face looked angry. Alex frowned. Shit. Way to upset her, genius. Keatie, hey, sorry I'm so-- He was cut off. He shut up, and listened to her. Five hours? Five? He was quietly nibbling on a piercing. I'm sorry, I fell asleep-- and I didn't have directions... so I got a little lost... He said, running his hand through his hair. He was turning a bit red.
He stopped as she spoke next. He sighed and looked at her firmly. Of coarse I wanted to see you, He paused, his electric eyes tracing her body for a moment. He shivered sickly. He was totally underdressed. Brush it off. You've been the nicest person to me here. No one else cared to talk to me. Not this kid. He said, cocking his head slightly. He looked sad. Puppy-dog-like; apologetic. He really was sincere. Plus he didn't want this girl mad at him. I'm just really sorry, Keatie... He said, rolling her name off of his tongue. He liked her name. But she was definately a cover-girl. A drama queen. Who else did he have?

[keatie deville]

Keatie started feeling guilty. He defiantly looked like he had just woken up. She could feel all that anger subside now, now she was back to the sweet Kate the pretty people knew. Aw, why didn't you text me mon cherie? She looked back at him, with his amazingly beautiful eyes, and sexy piercings and everything else that went along with him. She wanted to squeal and jump on him, tell him he was adorable and she wanted to keep him. But she kept her cool. She affectionately took his hand though, and led him back into the club. Walking back over and ordering another cocktail, she still had his hand when she passed him his drink and led him too a new table.

Sitting down, she could see people watching her again. Hmm, maybe she hadn't of screamed and slammed that door. Oh well. She smiled sweetly at Alex before her lips parted. So Alex, how have you been? A small smile was playing across her face as she studied his features. With those piercings taken out,and new clothes, he would be the kind of guy she would be allowed to date. If she wanted something enough, she would do everything in her power to get it Most of the time it was easy, but with her and Alex coming from such different backgrounds and social structure, she didn't know if that would work with him.

Plus, she didn't even know how he really felt about her. She would find it harder to read him than most people. He didn't openly say he thought she was pretty like most people say, or do stuff that most guys who did like her - do. So for her, he was more of a mystery than anything. She liked him though, and his mysteriousness.

She brought her lips up too the cocktail glass, and took a small sip. She couldn't really take many drinks without getting shit faced, so she tried to be as careful as possible. Plus, she didn't want Alex to think she was insane or something. Yes - she actually cared what he thought about her. Unlikely for her, as she never really had cared before. She was the kind of person who you either loved, or hated, and she wouldn't try and please you worth anything. But not right now. She had spent at least an hour and a half trying to get herself perfect for Alex, choosing the dress, the shoes, everything down to her earrings. She felt kind of stupid, he was three years younger than her, and she usually didn't like younger guys. But then again, she usually didn't like guys like him at all. He wasn't her type. But maybe it was the fact it was so opposite to what she was usually attracted to that she loved so much.

She took her attention away from the cocktail and back to Alex's face. She had no problem with looking people straight in the eye, including Alex. For most people, it was unsettling, but not for Kate. Maybe that's why people would avoid eye contact with her a lot. She had pretty ocean blue eyes, but his were prettier. And in all frankness, she was jealous of him.

[alexander jay martin!]

get a move on, you got a girl that ain't holdin' up on you;

Alex smiled as he was forgiven. He nodded happily, her hand grasping his gently. He shivered as a shock ran up his spine. He was stiff. This wasn't supposed to be happening; I mean, he was supposed to like the emo-scene. He did. But why was Keatie so interested in him? It made him smile. But he looked down at his hand, clenched in hers. He sighed silently and fluently, building courage to go through with this. He walked on his heels as he was led into the club. It was much more elegant that he thought it would be. Much more. He was thinking, club. Dance-floor and whatnot. He liked this. It was a bit calmer.
Keatie still had a hold of his hand when he sat down. He slid his legs under the table, the electric-blue-washed denim clearly stood out in this place. He saw eyes. They all read the same thing; what the hell is that emo freak doing in here?

[/color] He shivered. They were all dagger-eyes, jabbing him teasingly. He hated it.
Kate then spoke, breaking his sound barrier. He smirked, placing an elbow on the table and daring to look at her. Well, in the last 24 hurs since I've seen you, all I've done is... eaten, slept, played guitar hero and... studies a bit. He said, smirking at her and then looking at the cocktail. Was he expected to drink it?
As he studied to drink, he spoke up. And you? How has your 24-hour part with me been? He chuckled, finally giving in and lifting the glass. He sipped out of it, rather enjoying the taste of it; but was careful not to gulp it down. He sipped it, set it down, and listened to the soft music playing. this song's in g minor... He thought, looking around at the chandeliers that towered above him. He never did like them. They towered there, all sparkly and whatnot. Teasing him. As a child he always wished he could reach them and take a sparkly from it and put it above his bed; as a night light. He was an odd child.
He mind returned to the present. He looked at Keatie once more, his electric blue eyes traced her body one more time, admiring how the small black dress fir her. He looked at himself once too, cursing at himself for not dressing more formal. But he was so sure that this was a club club. Dance and Rap. Which he hated. But it was with her, so he didn't care.[/size][/blockquote]

[keatie deville]

Guitar Hero?! I love guitar hero! She said it rather loudly, and her hand went over her mouth quickly, like she had told the world she was a lesbian or something. Woopsie. The fact was, she did live Guitar Hero, jamming to all that rock music. But people couldn't know that, it was so wrong for her. She noticed the glares coming to the table and quickly glared back at those losers. People were so judgmental. Of course, she was hypocritical, she was rather judgmental herself, but she didn't like the fact they hardly knew Alex, and they already had these pre meditated thoughts about him.

Wow, how contradictory.

And you? How has your 24-hour part with me been She smiled and bit her lip slightly. Terrible. I missed my newest friend. Well, terrible was a little bit of an exaggeration, but the fact she did miss him was true. She liked his company, and she enjoyed having that feeling of being herself. With him, it wasn't like he was judging her by what she was wearing, how expensive her shoes were and all that other mumbo jumbo. She could actually be herself and act goofy being sober and get away with it. So. have you met any new girls. She asked curiously. She was actually interested, not just for the fact she was hoping he was fitting in, but because she wanted to know what bitch would be taking him away. Surely, she couldn't tell him her feelings could she? She couldn't tell him she loved spending time with him, that she thought he was cute. What would people think if they had seen those two holding hands? Would his emo friends be all... Emoy on them? Wow, she began to feel bad about making fun of emo kids at the library the other day. Her and Tinsley had really been rude about it. Emo kids weren't that bad after all.

She held his gaze with a smile. She was always so forward, always speaking her mind. What was holding her back now? She bit her lip, trying to figure out what she would say. How do you say "I think your cute" without being inconspicuous?

I like your piercings.

That was a start, and she did the more she looked at them. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him with them in. She bit her lip again. God she wanted to stop thinking about it so bad. Why couldn't he be one of those ugly people no one liked? She sighed a little, and played with her hair, twirling it around and around. Did he think she was pretty? Maybe he thought she was just another rich bitch. That would upset her, she knew that much. She couldn't figure out why though. Why she liked him. Why she cared.

Hey, was this a crush? She'd never really had one of those before. Flings, but not crushes.

[alexander jay martin!]

get a move on, you got a girl that ain't holdin' up on you;

Alex chuckled again. Terrible. I missed my newest friend. He cocked an eyebrow as he thought. Was that really all she thought? Hm. He brushed it off. Being care-free was easy. You just let everything slide. He liked being careless once in a while. She mentioned Guitar Hero before... what a blow to the head. This French cover girl liked rocking out on The Fall of Troy's F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X. Hm. That was an interesting fact. Alex kept that in mind as he continued to listen to her.
But her question puzzled him. What was he supposed to say? Oh, and then he saw it. It was one of those dead-end questions girls always throw at guys. Like, does this make me look fat? Because if you answer it with no, which is logical, she'll think you're lying. Even if you are telling the truth. And if you do tell her she looks fat she'll slap you across the face and never speak to you again. It's stunning, really.
Hm, He said, as he scraped up an answer. Not really, just a few 'you dropped your pencil' s in class is all. Oh, but there was this really nice girl... with a French accent? She was totally awesome... and rocks out on guitar hero. He said, his electric-blue eyes piercing her. He smiled sweetly. Thing was, he didn't now if he were flirting or not. He just smiled and waited for a reply. He loved doing that to women.
She shot him a compliment, next. He looked down at the glass; the cocktail taunted him. He smiled, then chuckled sweetly, trying to think of something to say. Really? You like them? Because he really couldn't believe her liking them. It's a snake-bite. Get it? He took his fingers goofily then, pretending they were fangs and jabbing his lower lip. He made a soft rawr noise, then chuckled, tossing his head to get the hair from his eyes.

[keatie deville]

<sub>Oh, but there was this really nice girl... with a French accent? She was totally awesome... and rocks out on guitar hero. She giggled like a little school girl, who just got a valentines day card. Man, she was acting so sweet and innocent right now. What a lie. But it's not like he wasn't encouraging it at all. Well, you can't tell anyone about the Guitar Hero thing, it's a uber huge secret. She winked at him before finishing finishing her drink. Woah, whatever was in that was strong, because she started feeling the pre drunk effects. Yeah, it was pretty pathetic now easily she would get drunk. After being such a heavy alcoholic, you would have thought she would have some tolerance for the stuff - wrong.

She nodded when he asked her if she liked them. I love them. Pierce my lip. She was being half serious now, she wondered what she would look like with these -- snake bites he spoke off. She laughed when he made the face, and mimicked him. I think I'm a better snake. She smirked slightly, and stuck out her tongue playfully. Yeah, Keatie still acted like a little kid every now and then, she still had a fun and playful side. Sure, she loved shopping, gossiping and other crap - but she also loved being spontaneous. She smirked again. I have a tattoo, on my lower back. I'd show you, but I'd have to lift up my dress, and then you'd see a lot more than a tattoo. She laughed a little, it was true - he would end up seeing her thong - not like she really cared, but still. Thinking about it out loud gave her little goosebumps. He was her friend anyway, they weren't supposed to think about this kind of stuff about each other.

We should go somewhere else later. Like your place or mine, or something. Maybe not her place, Tinsley would wonder what kind of drug Kate was on if she brought Alex home. That would be terrible. She'd never live it down, and she could already here Tinsley in her head. "What are you doing!! He's EMO!" Kate quickly closed her eyes for a few seconds before taking a deep breath. It was her life, and she would do what she wanted. She wondered what Alex's place was like. Icky and gross? All sophisticated and artsy like this place? For some reason, she doubted it. But give or take in all honesty she didn't really care. She didn't really see Alex in her and Tinsley's apartment anyway, it was a lot more.... girlier? than the average apartment.

She was happy that with Alex, it didn't matter that her father owned a very famous restaurant, or that she was basically one of those rich girls who only seemed to have rich friends. She leaned forward, dangerously close too him, and whispered in his ear. I think you're pretty cool. She could smell his cologne, she was close enough to kiss him. She liked being so close too him. His eyes were more intense up close. She got shivers again, little tiny goosebumps began to form on her arms and she sat back down where she was before, like nothing had just happened.</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

get a move on, you got a girl that ain't holdin' up on you;

Alexander chuckled. What was the big deal? Super-models play guitar hero too. But he smiled and brushed it off, respecting her. Don't worry, I won't say a thing. He promised, nodding sincerely before placing both elbows on the edge of the table. It didn't seem respectable at this high-class place, but he didn't really care, and leaned against it. He smiled softly at her, his electric eyes catching hers. They were different than most; not that he'd been staring into people's eyes all day. The thought made him shiver. Her eyes were a dastardly sea-blue. Little glints of green snuck in. It was cute.
He laughed when her next statement came around. Pierce my lip. Yeah, sure. He said, almost sarcastically. Was she serious? Must not be; I mean, what was this chick thinking? He kind of liked it. No way, I'd so beat you in... snake...ness. He laughed, trying to think of something else casual to say.
Suddenly she was leaning over the small table, her hands pressed on it, and her chest sort of sticking out. He dared himself to look. Darting back to her face, he shivered. She was gorgeous. The only thing he could think at the moment was, why me? why not that sophisticated guy over there? why the emo kid? But then she whispered to him, her eyes glimmering hotly. He shivered again as she turned to his ear and whispered. He was still. Almost panic-still. But he sat up strait and rigid and listened to her compliment him again.
She was totally coming onto him. Completely and utterly. Alex felt bad, really. He didn't really have another to her other than the flirting he just accomplished. And she reacted to it; giggling and whatnot. He liked it. But then she slid back into her seat; plopping down like she hadn't just whispered seductively in his ear, pursing her lips and making him cry for mercy. In his mind, of coarse.
But then he smiled; coolly and mysteriously. Calm, unlike inside in which he was panicking, oh shit! what do i do?! He gulped once, very insignificantly. Then he returned the favor. Leaning back in his chair and folding his arms on the table, he smirked. You're pretty sweet yourself. He said, cheering for himself in his head. It was smooth.
He cocked his head, leaning against the table again. So I know your French, but how long have you been in New York? He asked. He really knew next to nothing about the city anyway.

[keatie deville]

<sub>No Alex, I'm serious Whether or not she would keep a piercing in was a different story, but she did want one. Just for the fun of it really. She pouted again, the way she usually did when she was upset or thinking about something. She was actually being quite serious, but would people think that? Of course not. They'd laugh and tell her she was funny, or do exactly what Alex did. She sighed and bit her lip a little. How annoying. No one took her seriously.

You're pretty sweet yourself. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, she was expecting a little more than that - but oh well. He wasn't exactly mr. smooth talker in her opinion. But then again he was from a rural area. She was pretty sure he didn't know much of anything right now. So she really wasn't happy by this point, but once again she was trying to think up reasons. Maybe he had never had a girl flirting with him before, or maybe a city girl at least. His voice pulled her away from her thoughts and she looked at him for a few moments before realizing what he had just asked her.

Four years. She counted in her head, she wasn't great at math at all -- yeah, she moved here when she was seventeen so a good four years. My family and I moved from Paris, wanted to make the restaurant bigger. 70k per years wasn't cutting it for my papa, so we moved into some mansion over here. She shrugged like it was nothing. Of course to her it really was nothing - she had grown up around this kind of thing. She had grown up knowing the ins and outs of being rich, of the city. But for people who didn't have that much - or rather didn't have a mansion, it was kind of weird for them. Usually.

What about you dear? She knew he was from a rural area, but didn't really investigate much into it. Rural people pissed her off. They were always so nosy, and so "close" like a little neighborhood family. That wasn't what the real world was about. What she wanted was direction and motive. She didn't want to live in a little ranch house with a white picket fence. That was not her, in any way, shape or form.

She was still a little upset about this whole flirting thing. She was trying with this guy, she really was. And usually, when she wanted something - she got it. Alex though, was different. Could he not see that she liked him? His flirting skills were either terrible, or maybe in the rural area they just... Did it different? Maybe they would say stuff like "I'd like to pick your corn." or "Your white fence is really cute." She didn't know, and maybe it sounded stupid to some people, but really Kate had never been in a rural area besides in the movies. I think you're cute. She said flatly. She wasn't going to mess around anymore. She could just tell him and poof, everything was better. She didn't know how he would react, but at this point it was frustrating her.

Silly rural kids.</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

get a move on, you got a girl that ain't holdin' up on you;

Alex sat up, smiling. Really now? You'd want a freaky one like this? He chuckled, rotating the left piercing around in his lip with his fingers. Daring, are we now? Alex smirked. Yeah, sure. I could take you somewhere. He said, chuckling. Of coarse, it was a shock. Was she pretending or something to get closer to him? He'd never experienced it before-- well maybe once-- but not on a grand scale like this French chick was pinning him up to. He leaned back, taking the drink and sipping some more down. It fizzled his tongue-- felt like his mouth was getting high. So he liked it.
So, you're like three years older than me. I'm 18. 21, then? He smiled, flicking his wrist. He was interesting in the fact that she'd lived in France. He'd always wanted to live in the city; this was his big break to even be in New York. But Paris? He sighed at the thought. But wow. He said, when she mentioned her father and his deal with money. he was rather amazed. To him that was a lot of cash, youch.
Me? I just got here. My home town is really boring. I hated it. Everyone was so close-knit, and all there really was there was a McDonalds, a coffee shop, and a lake. Ugh. He said, running a hand through his hair.
But she spoke again. He was cute? What the hell? Aex's eyes got slightly wider. He didn't believe her. She was so lying, by his book. Um, thanks. He said, dipping his head down and blushing. He didn't know what to say.

[keatie deville]

Wee, I want a freaky one. She smirked slightly, her whole face lighting up slightly. Good. She smiled now, instead of her playful smirk. You could always tell when she was actually happy and this was one of those moments.

So you're like 3 years older than me. She looked over at him with a "hurt" expression. Well, you don't have to make me feel so old. She made her lip curl down in a little pout, like a really huge, sad pout - with big, innocent eyes. She was good at acting upset, or at least she thought so. She would do it all the time at home to get what she wanted. Wow, here it went a go. That side of her which she hated around Alex.

She laughed. I would hate to live like that. It must be terrible. The thought of the white picket fence made her shudder again. How did he survive, what did he do for fun? Why would you even WANT to know everybody. All... Close and stuff. Kate was thoughtful now, trying to imagine herself as a stepford wife thing. You know? Her with like, a really cute flowery dress, and an apple pie in her hand with one of those creepy robotic smiles. Yum. Great mental image.

She thanks. She could tell he must think she was messing with him, and in all truthfulness, she could see why. Most girls like her, didn't even acknowledge people like him. She bit her lip, harder this time, leaving dents. I'm being serious. She was trying her hardest to make him believe her, but then again - she didn't know how. She wouldn't lie about that to someone, unless she wanted her homework done. But she wouldn't try and destroy her rep like that. What would her best friend Tinsley think?

She looked at him, dead on. She wasn't glaring, just looking straight at him. Maybe it was to try and convince him she wasn't lying? Who knew? Either way, she wasn't going to let him think that she was some kind of lying bitch. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair before loooking away. Damn emo boy suspiciousness and social ladder.

[alexander jay martin!]

dragging around his poor little soul;
grip me by the collar,
the one who was invincible; the one who shouldn't have called her*

He laughed as she spoke of their age. Yeah, you're real old. I have a cousin who's your age; just had a baby. Alex said, sarcasm dripping from his statement. He chuckled. Just kidding, just kidding. He laughed and leaned against the tables edge. He had begun to forget she was so superficial. He regained himself and sort of pulled himself in. He wasn't going to be rude, but not so much himself. He had let a little too loose then; and gotten himself embarressed. He scowled under his breath at his stupidity and took another sip of his drink.
She brought up his home. He was in defense-mode. It really wasn't that bad... just, I... I needed to get out, y'know? He said. But sadly, I left my band back home... He said, rather sincerely sad. Looking at his fingers on the table, and nibbling on his piercing. He was sort of offended now. This was his home; where he grew up. He felt dirty and mean talking about it like this. But, it wasn't a crime. He just wanted to get out. Who wouldn't?
Alex looked into his eyes, his electric pools darting from one of her sea-green eyes to the other, quicker than a cockroach could scurry across the table. It's perfectly normal to do so. It's they way the human eye works. He was trying to find something to say. She stared at him for a long while. In that time lapse, Alex opened his mouth numerous times to speak, but just snapped his jaw back shut.
He liked her. He flushed when she spoke to him like this. Not finding words, he leaned over the table, grazing his soft lips against her cheek. His snake bite skimmed along her porcelain skin; cold and dry. He pursed his lips for a second, then pulled away, biting his lip as he slowly sat back down. He looked hopefully at her.
He didn't care if it were going to be a fling or a one-nighter; this French girl had a hold of him at the collar, only dragging him into deeper dirt. He sat on the edge of his seat, his electric eyes sparking; waiting for an answer. The world seemed to stop. It was only he and this girl. He didn't know if he liked her or not. If she was a bitch, or just a hot tease. Or maybe she was genuine; or just using him. With any of these options open, he just sat and gripped the edge of the table with one hand.

[keatie deville]

That girls pretends she has it all in tact

& she wants to reach out to you, but can't.

<sub>She scoffed. Me? Old? Well sir, I have you know that I'm old enough to buy you alcohol. You better respect your elder. She winked at him playfully. Wow, she hadn't taken it offensively. That sure was new too her. She would have usually taken what he said to heart, she would have started yelling saying she was not old and just as beautiful as any other person. But she knew, even before he had said he was just kidding - that he didn't mean it.

She could tell he was getting defensive, maybe he liked a boring life? Well, I guess she could deal with someone being boring as hell. Nah, Alex wasn't boring really. Hold on, band? She eyes him suspiciously. Now that was fucking sexy. Band? She leaned in a little more, curiosity starting to brew inside of her. She was guessing it wasn't any kind of boy pop band, or country.. Maybe it was one of those sexy rock bands with all that loud music. Very sexy indeed.

She watched as he came closer too her, and felt his lips on her skin, and those snake bites. Wow, she had discovered a new turn on and it drove her insane. She watched as he pulled away, a little disappointed. She looked at him again, a small tint of red to her cheeks. She started across the table and kissed him softly, it only lasted a couple of seconds before she retreated and looked at him with a slight smile. Lets go back to your place, I don't want to be here anymore. She stood up, only being the short height of 5'3, so petite and small. He, though, was taller than her. Tall guys were sexy. She smiled, and took his hand pulling him up with her.

Or, we can go to my place. I don't know if my roomie Tinsley would be too happy about it though. haha, Tinsleys face would be a classical kodak moment time. But Kate wasn't risking that in any way. Not the lectures she feared she might receive. Keatie, was usually one of those bitchy, self absorbed girls. With Alex, she wasn't at all, or at least tried not to be. Again, she was a lot more relaxed with Alex than with most people. She wasn't using him in any way, surprising as it seemed. She actually DID want to be friends with him. She actually DID like his personality.

She took her keys out of her small purse and held onto them tightly, a little too tightly. She looked down and law a bit of blood on her hand. Owchies! She did that pout again, the kind she was sure Alex was used to seeing by now. Stupid damn keys.</sub>