just to waste my time with you (HAYLEY&ANNABELLE)

[easy christopher walsh]

easy christopher walsh,
when we live such fragile lives
it's the best way we survive.

what was easy actually doing here again? a glance shot morgan and annabelle's way and he remembered again. getting a tattoo. it was all morgan's plan, something he didn't quite get. ugh. this was something he was totally against; if you want to show off art on your body, why not do it with a fucking tshirt or something? tattoos never come off, which worried the boy. who knows what morgan had in mind. maybe a tattoo on his thumb or something, so he was going to be stuck forever with like. a letter on his thumb or something. but he would deal with it. he didn't feel like making a huge fuss. it was a saturday, after all. easy didn't have much else on his agenda, after all.. except drinking like every other night. the twenty year old boy was kind of a wallflower lately. he didn't take much notice in the people (much less the surroundings) around him. then again, he was a pretty oblivious boy. he didn't notice all the girls throwing themselves at him. he never did. he over analyzed and over thought everything, but could never figure out the smallest things. in fact, he nearly bumped into a pole just a half hour before. he had never thought yesterday he would be at the new york tattoo parlor. it just wasn't for him. he was hoping he could probably slip the guy a twenty or something, or maybe a sharpie so he could use it instead of the permanent ink. but the two girls beside him didn't seem to be bothered at all, as far as he knew. crystal blue orbs glanced their way, before scanning the small room they were in. they were waiting for the tattoo artist to finish up, before it was their turn. easy took a glance at the small girl beside him, then at the window behind me facing the street. he contemplated how much of a chance he had to make it out of here alive. to be honest, it wasn't that thick.

a hand went to his hair, probably making his hair even more untidy then it already was. easy wanted nothing more then to be sitting on the steps of the metropolitan museum of art right now, smoking a ciggerate while people watching since most of the time he had nothing better to do. or anything but getting body art. for the past hour he had been purposely trying to look into her eyes. whenever she did, easy often got his way. but this time was different. easy shrugged, deciding to just get over it. he rocked back and fourth on his feet, his expression remaining blank. the place was curiously silent, except for a small 'buzzing' and muffled voices coming from some distant room. the silence was so annoying. usually he was one of those people who treasured silence above everything else, but not this time. it was like another annoying buzzing sound in his ear. a million thoughts were running through his head. he should say something, probably. a sigh escaped his lips, as he looked to the girls beside him. he expected them to be bouncing off the walls or something, especially morgan. annabelle usually came off as the quiet type, which was fine with him. but it shouldn't be this quiet. "so have you decided what you're going to get?" he asked, curiosity drowning out his words. he thought this whole thing was so fucking crazy, but whatever. when you're best friends with someone like morgan callahan you totally get used to it.

then another thought popped up into his mind. usually easy didn't like thinking. it was a waste of time. he was pretty impulsive, usually, except for things like this, which always got him into a huge load of trouble. but then, this weekend, there was that stupid masquerade ball being thrown at salotto 42. there was no point in masquerades, in his opinion; it was pretty obvious who you were anyway. but it was something important, and pretty much everyone was going, except for those losers who couldn't score a date. he'd probably be one of those losers, but who knows? but then again, who in the world would he ask? see, pretty oblivious. you weren't supposed to get in without a date. but easy hated anything that had to do with authority, including rules, and often found himself breaking them. there was always a back door to every club, right? easy's mind drifted from his previous thoughts back to annabelle and morgan, who hadn't answered yet. "please don't make me get a tattoo on my thumb or something," the boy pouted, sitting down on the chair behind him.

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[`morgan isabel callahan]

morgan isabel callahan was no doubt the spazziest, most freaking insane little girl in new york city. seriously. what nineteen year old freshman in high school looking as innocent as morgan did would want to get a tattoo? obviously, this girl did. morgan looked like she was about to burst with excitement, looking pretty content in the slightly claustrophobic parlor. she stood out completely, sitting there inbetween her sister annabelle and her best friend easy. easy was looking around the place, like he was looking for a way out that would be quick and that wouldn't make it too obvious. haha, lets see him try. morgan would be on his ass quicker then a freaking squirrel. that was the way morgan was. she hoped that he wouldn't take off while she was getting her tattoo. that would be horrible. because she couldn't go after him, because there would be a permanent scar to mark her for the rest of her life. she was possibly going to get two or more tattoos today. yeah, on her little body. she was going to get one for herself, one with her sister, and possibly one with easy. yay.

"so have you decided what you're going to get?"

easy's familiar voice filled the small blonde's ears. she turned to look at him, with a small smile. "i was thinking a sun on my shoulder. and i was gonna get a chinese thing that means 'sister' with belle. and maybe if a certain someone wants to get a tattoo i will get another one." she looked at him with a cute, crooked smile, looking him in the eyes. she could stand to look him in the eyes any time except when she was mad at him. her soft blue eyes were almost as light as his, but not as pretty. she pulled on the hem of his sleeve and gave him a puppy dog look. "pleaseeee?" she asked, in a small voice, pouting slightly. she wasn't even really sure she was going to handle two tattoos. but she had to try. she was one to try new things, as stupid as they were. she was just surprised her sister went along with it. she looked at belle, with a bright smile. she knew how much belle didn't like tattoos. but she loved how she agreed to go along with it.

"please don't make me get a tattoo on my thumb or something,"

morgan looked back at easy. she gave him a look, then glanced at belle. then, a look back at easy. "don't be such a wussy. stand up and be a man. i'm smaller then you are and i came here today to get two tattoos. not one, two. and you can't even be man enough to get one?" she said, poking at him. when he pouted at her, she laughed, pulling her legs up and hugging them to her chest. "you totally stole that from me, you little stealer." she said, looking at him as she put her chin on her knees. she wanted to get three hearts by her belly button. she really really wanted to get them. but she couldn't get it if easy wouldn't get one, because that would be sort of weird. and plus, she didn't like some random person touching her stomach. she shuddered slightly and glanced at the tattoo artist. he was a total biker-looking person. he had a beard, was balding, and had tattoos everywhere. she looked back at easy, and leaned against him slightly, and felt the fabric of her hood breeze past her ear. she was wearing black skinny jeans, her cream colored uggs, and her blue fall out boy jacket. the hood on her jacket was up, which explained why she could feel the fabric on her ear. she moved a bit closer to easy, almost for protection. she was going to endure a lot of pain in a few minutes, and she wanted a little bit of comfort before she felt it.

morgan was always one to take risks. which is probably one of the reasons why she got hurt so much. she was always ready to take the plunge, which scared annabelle and wes shitless sometimes. she was always ready to put on the silliest, most noticeable outfit and walk down the street like that. alot of her friends, mainly her guy friends, where freaked out that some day she would be walking down the street and someone would just come and take her right off the street and run away with her. morgan, of course, never worried about it though. she knew that there were way too many people in new york for someone to just come and pick her up off the street and disappear without anyone seeing. it just wasn't very possible. well, through morgan's eyes, it wasn't. morgan's motto was always 'live life to it's fullest' because, she had a near-death experience when she was a freshman in high school.

in freshman year, morgan was the goody-goody of the school. like, she was always involved in school activities, she was on the dean's list, she got straight A's. she was like, the little sunshine child. she was worse then she is now, which actually isn't really as bad. but seriously. so, one day she had just finished doing one of her many after school activities, when she realized that she didn't have a ride home. but, she caught up with her friend anastasia, and got a ride with her. her brother was driving, and he was like nineteen or so at the time. things were going pretty well, and they were half-way to morgan's house when another car crashed head on with them. of course, the driver of the other car was totally wasted and shitfaced. morgan ended up in the hospital, and spent a few days in the ER. she was in a coma for a month. and when she woke up, she had amnesia. she couldnt' remember anything or anyone. she looked straight at her twin brother, wes, and asked 'who are you?'. it was really hard for her, and it took a long time, but her memories came back to her. she remembered everyone, and was out of the hospital two months later. but she was still really fragile, which explains why annabelle and wes are so picky when it comes to some things.

[annabelle sophia callahan]

`i'd swim the ocean for you,

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How Morgan had convinced Annabelle to do this, nobody would ever know. It started out as an innocent AIM conversation with her sister, Morgan Isabel Callahan. The little blonde diva seemed to always be doing the craziest things... it drove Belle insane sometimes. Okay, so her twin siblings had to deal with her crazy days too, but a tattoo? This was so un-Belle like that somebody should right down the date. The conversation proceeded on to the topic of Easy Walsh, a boy whom Belle didn't really mind all that much. He was cute, tasteful, and a bit on the creative side. Perfect for Morgan. Somehow she had gotten him dragged into this too, as Belle wasn't so surprised to find out, and the boy (despite his name) looked rather uneasy with the whole situation. After that, Morgan's crazy little mind came up with idea to get tattoos that meant 'sisters' or something. Annabelle would be picking out something a lot classier than that.

So there she was, sitting next to her little sister in an - ugh - tattoo parlour. She had walked in gracefully with them. She was a lot quieter than both of them. A lot different all around, actually. Belle knew, however, that Easy and her had the same thought on their mind: Anywhere but here.

That is, if she was even going to get the tattoo. She really didn't feel like being in any more pain than she needed to. This was permanent. It didn't come off unless you surgically removed it -- that thought had shivers crawling up and down her spine. She looked towards her little sister, and back at Easy. They sat in a row, Morgan playing monkey in the middle. The only sound that could be heard was the eerie buzzing of the ink gun, and the incoherent mutters coming from the back of the shop. This also stabbed Belle with a knife of fear. She heard that this hurt. A lot. She wasn't one for pain. She could withstand it, but putting yourself in pain on purpose just wasn't something that float her boat. Crazy little Morgan, always getting Belle into predicaments that never involved her doing anything willfully.

Belle remembered putting Wes and Mo through more than enough pain. They had to clean up after her, cover for her, and sometimes save her from the darkness that surrounded her every time she lost her mind with the drink. Sometimes she'd come home weeping, and other times she'd come home so drunk that she'd collapse on the couch. Mo and Wes had to help her up to her room so their father wouldn't go bizzerke. It made a pool of guilt swirl around in her stomach, an achy and uncomfortable feeling. She remembered all the hard times their family had been through, and by family Belle meant just the three siblings. Their mother and father had both turned their backs on their guilty pleasures, leaving them to rot and decay. They began to rust for a while, but then they found some way to polish each other right back up. The three learned to grow up, but not after a few hardships had come and gone in their lives. The most dramatic thing Morgan had ever done to them was fall into a coma for over a month. She came out of it alive, but amnesia put its wretched spell on her, and struck fear and anguish into Wes and Belle's heart. What if she never remembered? She had to, though. She was Morgan. Crazy little Morgan who was strong, though she may look weak in posture. Where was the life of this all? Where was the justice? The answer came within a few months when Mo began to regain her memories. It took a little while, but they all flooded back to her, as if a the dam had finally been broken. It relieved them, but it made Annabelle so much more aware of how careful she had to be. Sure, it made her fussy over what Morgan was doing since she was so frail and innocent, but it was so worth it if it would keep her safe. So, so worth it if it would keep her alive.

Annabelle honestly couldn't handle the death of anybody. Her parents were very much alive, but all the same dead to Belle. They didn't care anymore, and it was her intelligence and savings that got her and her siblings into Waverly. Their wits and charm helped as well, of course, and they weren't exactly poor. In fact, they were very wealthy, but that didn't mean they got any of the money. Belle got her chunk of it when she turned of age, and soon Mo and Wes did as well. They used a good portion of it to get into Waverly, and to move out on their own. It left them with a lot left, but they decided to keep it safe. Besides, it wasn't like they weren't going to get money from their parents anyways. Just because they didn't care about their children didn't mean that they wouldn't pay for whatever they needed. That was a cove-up for feeling guilty, Belle had figured out.

She stared a the clock. Around ten more minutes until they'd be the next victims.... or customers. Belle was spacing, and when she let reality ovecome her once more, she heard Easy and Morgan arguing. The boy put on a pouty face as Morgan begged him to get a tattoo. Belle already knew that Morgan was going to win. Morgan was such a polar opposite of Belle that if it weren't for their similar blue eyes, you would never know they were related. Easy asked a question and Morgan answered, that's about all the information Belle processed. All she could think about was how much this crap was going to hurt. Morgan rarely won in fights between Belle, but this time - for some odd reason - she had come out victorious. How did Belle let this happen? Morgan said something about a sun on her shoulder, and those chinese things. For one, Belle wasn't going to get chinese writing on her. No way in the world. She'd have to have something more Belle-like. If Morgan was making her get a tattoo, there were going to be conditions involved. "I think we should go with the 'love' idea. I have love on my right wrist, and you have love on your left." she said simply. Unlike the other two, Annabelle sat straight in her seat, her legs crossed. She looked fashionable. She wore her shades even though the were indoors, and her purse was squeezed neatly next to her. "Or maybe stars on my right foot, and stars on your left foot." she contemplated. She looked at the book next to her. It was full of tattoo ideas, so why did she have to try and come up with these stupid, painful ideas anyways? She picked up the binder, flipping through it. She came across a picture. "How about this?" she pointed. There were three pody parts. One was the side of a stomach, one was a hip, and one was a leg. "I'd like it on my hip... or maybe my leg," she pointed to the picture, leaning over so both Easy and Morgan could see. "I love the colors... and hearts are always good..." said Belle, in a sensible tone. This was definately an idea she would go for.

She really did love the tattoos. They made her want one, which was saying something. She looked up at her two companions with piercing blue eyes. "What do you think?"

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