``THIS IS A STORY OF A CHAMPION [ keatie ! ]

[jay craig moore ,]

[and you mixed them emotions with tequila]

When Jay woke up the morning, everything was fairly usual over at his dorm. He didn't ever think he would get a call from a first class girl who he rarely talks to inviting him over to her dorm. So, with that in mind, he pretty much dressed in lazy man's clothes. Well, in Jay's eyes lazy mans clothes. In New York eyes lazy man's clothes. It defiantly wasn't his best look, and took about two minutes to put together, something so unlike Jay to do. A year old pair of gray skinny jeans a plaid designed belt and a black and red shirt was . He didn't plan on leaving his dorm at that time that he showered and changed, so it was fine with him.

In fact, for most of the day he didn't leave his dorm for more then ten minutes. He watched some cartoons early in the morning, ate some oatmeal, took a shower and got changed, went online, took his dogs on a walk up the street, got the mail, and watched some more TV. It was a dull day, and he was planning on keeping it to himself. He had spent about two hours watching TV, bored out of his skull. Honestly, he never ever did this. Well, not anymore since it was summer. And they only had two weeks left, by that point of the day it was eating him alive that he had wasted one of the last days of summer just sitting around pretty much.

Idea's started to swirl around in his head, and since it was Saturday, he had an idea to go over to the nightclub. It was almost evening now, and there wasn't really anywhere else that anyone would be on a Saturday night. He needed to get out, dance, get shit faced, get laid. And that was a need for tonight in his mind. He ran a hand through his hair, debating what nightclub he should show his face at. Salotta 42 was way to classy for his taste, with the velvet chairs and zebra rugs, seems like a place that someone would go for a rich girls night out; not a boy wants to party and make some fucking friends night. Bella Blu defiantly wasn't a place to go to for a good ol trashy party, because it was the opposite of trashy. It was suit and tie only, and Jay wasn't dressed like that nor did he want to change. The only option he had left was Twenty Four/Seven. Pretty much, it was the only nightclub he went too. For being in New York City, he wasn't one of those classy act guys. He wanted to party party party and have some fun, minus the uncomfortable suit. He liked his New York nice and dirty.

And right before he was going to find his kicks and his cell phone, call a few people and walk out the door too meet them there he heard his cell phone ring. Picking up the green sk3, he had to be the only one who even had these old school limited edition phones anymore. Everyone either had blackberry's, en-Vs, or iphones. Jay liked his phone, and didn't want to change it. His ring tone of 'I'm Shakin' by Rooney went off, he was more then a little puzzled. This ring tone was only for the people who he didn't talk to much at all and weren't on his contacts list. Pretty much everyone on his contact had a custom ring tone, weather they wanted one or not. Jay found them so much fun, and it was much easier to identify who was calling. When he finally rummaged through all of his shit and found his still ringing, he picked up right before the answering machine.

For the next ten minutes he was on the phone with Keatie. The only things he knew about her was that she was a sophomore like him, was first class unlike him, and like to drink and party it up. Word must have gotten around to her that he liked to do the same, because that whole phone call was about making plans to do just that together. The plans he had made earlier had simmered away when he was invited too the Brighton Apartments. It was much easier to just go hang out with her because for one, he liked meeting new people. Secondly, he didn't have to call up a bunch of people and whatever, he already knew for sure that he was going over to her apartment. Telling her he would be over there in a few minutes, he hung up the phone.

He put on his fairly new black Nike shoes, pretty much the only brand of shoes he wore. His feet led him over to her apartment with some help of some directions he had scribbled down on a piece of paper while they where on the phone. It was about eight O'Clock when he raised his arm and knocked on apparment number 35 in the Brighton district. He stood there for a moment, just hoping he got the right number and hoping the night wouldn't turn out awkward.

[keatie deville]

Why Keatie had chosen to call Jay, was really beyond her. Maybe it was because she knew he loved to drink just as much as she did? She was insane, one of the party girls who seemed like they would either die at the bottle, or end up being eighty seven and still on the stripper pole shakin' what her mama gave her. Sometimes, it was just a hassle getting friends together and having to spend all the money. She had the cash, but she didn't always want to spend it. It was one of those days really. She had sat on the couch, wondering who exactly she was going to invite over. She wanted to see old friends, but wanted to make new ones. She liked new friends. So as she searched her mind for someone to call, Jay cropped up into her head. By the convenience of a friend, of a friend, of a friend. She ended up getting his number and inviting him over. She would have invited other people, but they were busy, so it ended up it just being her and Jay. Not like she particularly cared, she didn't have a problem with Jay and he seemed nice enough. Plus, if he was a drinker, she was down. So no one was home besides her, she was pretty sure Tinsley wouldn't be home for awhile, and even if she was - it didn't matter. When hadn't those girls been drinking with someone or another.

So after she had made the call, and Jat had agreed to come over she went into the kitchen and took out all the alcohol. Beer, vodka, rum, Smirnoff, whiskey. Some of this stuff, she swore her and Tin didn't even drink, but they always seemed to have guests - it was for them than anyone else. She placed all the bottles on the counter, a long with two glasses filled with ice. She was completely sober, right now. It was a Saturday, she wasn't really supposed to be and not with it getting dark. She waited for awhile, impatiently as always. Thats who she was in general. Just impatient and bitchy. She hated waiting for people who couldn't seem to get there asses over there quick enough, she was listening to music when she finally heared him knock. She sat up from the couch and walked over, opening the door with ease. Jay! Her thick French accent was sweet sounded, almost harmonic. She hugged him, just because that was the type of person she was, that's how she grew up - kissing people on the cheek and hugging them. She was shorter than him, only standing 5'3. Her blond wavy hair ripped down her shoulders, reaching just the top of her breasts. Her shirt was pink, and she had one of those victories secret pink sweat pants on, with PINK written on the backside. She motioned for him to come in and closed the door behind him.

The apartment was a decent size; not a house size, but a nice apartment with all the girly touches you could think of. You could tell it was a girl apartment, there was no doubt about that what so ever. She walked over to the kitchen and poured herself some straight vodka. Help yourself Jay. She said said sweetly, and passed him the glass. Unless he wanted to drink from the bottle of course, the less classy way, but it got the job done most of the time. She went over and plopped herself on the couch. Make yourself at home Jay. She was being sweet for once, not a tint of sarcasm in her voice. She started downing the glass, before taking the vodka bottle she had taken with her and pouring herself another glass. - Boy did this girl love her alcohol. She reached down and pulled out a joint, sticking her hand out to give Jay one. She didn't know if he smoked, and if he didn't it was fine with her. But she wasn't not getting high. Keatie wasn't a huge pothead, but she did like herself a smoke or two every once in awhile. She usually did it when Tin wasn't around, she didn't know how her best friend felt about the stuff. Taking her own joint, she put it in her mouth and lit it up, inhaling the smoke as much as she could and holding it so it could go into her system before releasing. God this shit was good. She looked over at Jay again, he was quite attractive - not one of those lanky dorks. She had begun to start meeting a variety of people, and quit sticking with the rich kids, and the gorgeous people. She had soon learned that with a more variety of friends meant more variety of interests and sub cultures. If people were nice to her, she was usually nice back, with the expection they were pretty. She started drinking again, waiting for him to say something. She hoped he didn't feel awkward, she sure as hell didn't. But then again, this was Keatie DeVille. When was there ever an awkward moment for her?

[jay craig moore ,]

He's an impatient little boy, waiting outside apartments wasn't something he necessarily loves doing. But luckily enough, she came quite quickly to the door. Maybe she hated hating just as much as him and read his mind. When she wrapped her arms around him, it caught him off guard. But when he heard her accent, he knew that she had to be from somewhere else. And then it hit him that she was from France and over there they do stuff like kiss on the cheek and hug when they greet, so, he wrapped his arms around her for that brief second and replied "Keatie!" in a happy tone right back. It put a smile on his face as his eyes wondered into her apartment building as he was led in.

He followed her in, closing the door behind her. It was just a reflex too him now really. He hated doors open. While he loved attention, he liked privacy too. And I'm sure that Keatie didn't want to have people peering into her apartment from the hallway. As his eyes continued to roam the room he could defiantly tell this was a chick’s apartment. Everything was so neat, so perfect, and so girly. Even the drinks lined up on the table where neat and perfect. It was the opposite of his dorm. Maybe it was just because he lived in a dorm on the campus of Waverly. Maybe if he lived in a nice apartment like this, things would change. But as of right now, if he invited someone over to drink in his dorm he would just leave his refrigerator door and the cabinet that held the glasses open and say 'help yourself' to whoever he was serving. He was a lazy little shit when it came to party throwing, which is usually why he is the party intende instead of the host. Taking the glass, he flashed her a quick little smile. Oh his smiles, so warm, so friendly. Most of the time, they just make you want to smile back. Oh Jay, where in the world are your manors? Shaking his head he forgot that he didn't say thanks. "Thanks, by the way. For inviting me over and the drinks and what not.

[/color] he said as he poured himself some Smirnoff Vodka, it was way strong but he loved the taste. It was quite funny to watch the poor kid downing the shit when you're completely sober. When you’re wasted as hell you don't really notice, but who notices anything when there wasted as hell anyways?

He let out a little laugh "Jesus, I'm corny." then like, out of nowhere she pulled out a joint and the smile comes back to his face. "Whoa Keatie, I wouldn't expect that out of you.[/color]" he said, being perfectly honest. Not too often did he see pretty little blondes hosting parties and handing out joints. But he wasn't going to argue with her about it, so he took the joint with that same smile. He wasn't like a pot head or anything. He was pretty much an occasional smoker, if there is such a thing. When someone offered him a joint, blunt, whatever and he hadn't had one in awhile he was going to take it. The definition of 'awhile' changed constantly too him though, 'awhile' getting shorter and shorter. He pretty much took what anyone offered around this time. The way he thought was it was college; he needed to live it up.

He sat down on one of her couches, patting the seat next to him. " Come sit down with me, and bring the bottle[/color] he said before with another laugh placing his drink besides him. He was hoping that Keatie had a sense of humor and wouldn't get offended by well, his strong choice of words. He hoped that his little laugh at the end would help re-enforce that. With the drink out of his hand, he let up the joint that she had handed too him. He held onto the middle of it, holding it up to his mouth. He took a deep breath in, inhaling all of the greatness that lay rolled up into the paper. He felt the smoke filling him up, closing his eyes for a second before releasing. He took a sip of his drink, surprisingly it going down smoothly. Shortly after, he finished the drink, downing the rest of what was in the shot glass. Now he would hope that she would bring the bottle back over. Because yknow, getting up would just be ridiculous [sarcasm xD]. The drink left that nice, warm feeling in him that he just loved. Starting to chill out a little bit already, he leaned back into the chair. "So, what brings you to New York if you don't mind me asking[/color]" he said just being the conversationalist he is. It wasn't much of a conversation starter, but it would be nice too get to know even a tiny bit about each other, especially when there is drugs and alcohol involved.

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[keatie deville]

<sub>She laughed slightly. It was my pleasure, and truthfully I'm really glad you came over. I'm sorry if I messed up any of your plans though. She would feel bad if he was going to do something else, and instead came here. He didn't have to stay if he didn't want too - he could just walk about and she would understand, no biggie. She smiled a little at his corny joke, he was a decent guy, made you smile and had one of those easy going dispositions. Really, it was pretty easy for her to get along with him. "Whoa Keatie, I wouldn't expect that out of you." She had laughed the smoke out when he had said that and nodded her head. Not many people do. That much was true, people usually gave her a look like "do you know what that is?" or "what? you don't look like a pot head." She was pretty glad that Jay had taken the blunt, she didn't want to smoke alone, plus, she payed good money for it - she wasn't letting it go to waste at all. She nodded a little before drinking some more, and then inhaling some more of that expensive weed. It was the good kind, not the crappy shit some people sell, and she was savoring the dizzy feeling she was beginning to feel. " Come sit down with me, and bring the bottle She had laughed and sat up slowly, joint in mouth and bottle in hand and taken a seat next to jay and passed him the bottle. She could feel it all taking affect now; it really didn't take much for her.

"So, what brings you to New York if you don't mind me asking" One of those common questions again, she bit her lip for a second and looked at him. I moved here when I was seventeen with my family because my dad owns that big ass restaurant J'taime. It's just some French restaurant, really expensive, rakes in the cash like woah though, that's why I can afford so much weed. She laughed a little, if only daddy knew his little princess was up buying some marijuana with his hard earned cash - what ever would he think? It amused her actually, even the thought of his face, and him cussing her out in French. She nibbled on her cheek a little before standing up and taking him into her room. She went next to the bed, going in the llittle draw in the side table and pulled out more of Smirnoff shit he liked, handing him a whole bottle. She raised her eyebrows slightly before poking his nose with her pointer finger.What about you mr? She asked curiously, standing there before getting on her hands and knees and under the bed to grab more pot. Just in case y'know. Honestly, if cops were to go in her room right now, she would be in jail for so long for all this shit she had. She wasn't exactly spending wisely in other peoples eyes, but in her own point of view, this was money well spent. So maybe she shouldn't have stashes of alcohol and drugs laying around, but, hey who cared? She lifted herself back up again, looking up at Jay - since she was so short and everything.

She eyed him with a smirk, so we have choices on what exactly you want to do. I'm up for anything. If you want to go out and party cool, if you want to chill out here and listen to music and just chill out, that's cool too. I'm pretty much down with anything, as long as it doesn't involve homework. Truth was, when Kate was drunk, high, whatever. She pretty much was down with anything, as long as it wasn't school related. Pretty sad. This young, intelligent (when she wanted to be) and gorgeous girl was wasting so much of her life away, on what she considered to be a good time. Maybe one day, she would quit drinking so much, but right now it was all she had. She was waiting for the right person to take her away from it all, everyone knew that, but so far she knew nobody, or could befriend anyone who would try and limit her alcohol intake. She enjoyed how much she drank, she enjoyed not knowing what the hell went on, fooling around with guys and the whole world being dizzy. People looked down on her, she depended on the alcohol to keep her strong. She was looking at him closely again, looking at his tattoos, and she brought her finger up to his arm to trace one. She had never actually felt one before, and had always been curious. Did that hurt? She asked, leaning down and looking at it closer, things were a little more blurrier now.</sub>

[jay craig moore ,]

He raised an eyebrow at her, shaking his head. " Trust me, you pretty much saved me. I did nothing all day, and It was going to end up a night where I didn't do anything, and it being a Saturday I was starting to feel pretty pathetic and I was going to head out to twenty four seven by myself. But those where pretty much last resort kind of plans, and trust, I would much rather be here

[/color]" he said with a nod and a smile. At her 'not that many people do' thing he responded " Well yeah. You're pretty and blond and have money. I expect most girls who do any of this shit to be trailer trash. Either skinny saggy forty year old trailer trash, or a fat high school girl. Maybe I shouldn't be so stereotypical[/color]" he said with a smirk and a small little laugh. Oh boy, wasn't he feeling chatty. Probably half from his natural outgoing, loving to talk, always having something to say personality, and probably half from the nice little joint he still held in his hand. He didn't even notice that he called her pretty. Too him, that wasn't even flirting. He was so used too adding those little compliments in his sentences. He was a confident person, at least on the outside, and he liked to give them too other people. Well, thats at least why he started doing that. Now things like that always just pop out, which could be a reason why Jay is called a flirt. If you even call that flirting.

Jay took another hit off of the joint. Sadly, It didn't take much for Jay to get a nice little buzz, and it was already starting to kick in. He usually ended up being the kid throwing up in someone else's toilet and waking up in someone else's house having no idea what went on the night before. For such a small kid, he sure could get shit faced and party the night away. And he was hoping he would get pretty shit faced tonight and party the night away; he just hoped he would skip the part about him waking up on a bedroom floor and not knowing what happened or where he is and the part about him throwing up in her bathroom. Because well, that wouldn't be a very good first impression. Even if he had seen her and introduced himself before, this is the first actual time they had hung out, and in his mind, it was his first impression on her. And he was hoping he wasn't seeming like a stupid piece of shit. But it wouldn't be the first time he had came off like that too somebody who hardly knew him.

" Oh shit you guy own that place" he said, shaking his head finding it hard to believe. He had heard his parents talking about planning on going there for a fancy dinner for a few nights. He's never been in there himself, because he was a college kid and he lived off of Raman noodles, pizza for ones, and Chinese food. The only French food he ate was French fries, and those weren't even from France. Before he even had a second to swallow down how much money she had, he was led off to her room. Damn, this place really was dope. It was bigger then his little dorm. but he was fine with his little dorm. It didn't cost him billions or magillions of dollars like this place probably did with rent. And his dorm was just his size; but he still allowed his mind to wander to what it would be like calling a place like this your own crib.

As she handed him Smirnoff he smiled, pouring some more into his shot glass and downing it. Trying to take it slow, knowing they still had the whole night to go he said " Anywhere I could put this? I'll try to take it easy" a smile came to his face. How unlike Jay. But maybe he was having some manners. Odd. " Well, I'm certainly not super megga rich. I just grew up here and whatnot. And with a help of a combined scholarship, savings, and parents money I got in aha" He smiled as she looked up to him to talk. Yknow, most girls here where like super models. Super tall and what not. She was actually one of the handful that he was taller then, which was odd to say because he was a guy and what not. " How about we just stay here? I mean, we pretty much have all the party shit right in front of us. But-I mean if you want to go out to twenty four seven or something, we could do that too. I'm up for anything[/color]" He said, kind of stumbling over his words mid-sentence.

When she traced over one of his actual finished tattoos, he looked down at it. It was one on his arm, and one of jack and sally, having a huge obsession with the nightmare before Christmas. " Well, that one wasn't terrible really, but yeah. They all hurt pretty fucking bad. I'm like the king of getting tattoos then pussying out because they hurt too much. But the one that hurt the most was my second star to the right one on my finger[/color]" he said opening up his hands to show her the ink in between one of his fingers.


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[keatie deville]

I would much rather be here She smiled slightly and nodded. Well, I'm glad I saved you then Mr. Jay. She giggled in her cutsie girly French way. You're pretty and blond and have money. I expect most girls who do any of this shit to be trailer trash. She cocked her head a little to the side. Trailer trash? What's that? She wasn't exactly familiar with all the "American words' yet. She hadn't said anything about him calling her pretty. She heard it a lot in fact, so it didn't really phase her and she barely noticed it half the time. Was that shallow? No, not in her eyes. She had, all her life been called gorgeous, exotic, pretty, sexy. So, this was just another person to go on her list. " Oh shit you guy own that place" She had laughed, rather amused at most peoples reaction to that. Yes, my father created it, old family recipes and shit. All that good stuff. I should inherit all that cash once my dad is done. maybe the whole restaurant. It wasn't really a nice thought for her actually working there. Bossing people around? Sure, she could do that all day, every night. But hard earned cash was not in her vocab. She had worked as a waitress, but they gave great tips and after awhile she got bored and quit. A real hard worker eh?

Kate smiled when he asked her where he should put the drink. Anywhere you like really. She didn't care if he shoved it down his pants or in the toilet. He was drinking it, not her. Taking it easy? Who does that? She smirked a little and rolled her eyes in a teasing manner. She was the kind of person who didn't care what people thought of her, as long as she was getting shit faced. She listened as he talked about how he had grown up here, about his scholarship and all that jazz. Usually when she heard scholarship, she thought "super geek." What was the scholarship for? She took a swig from her own alcoholic bottle. Fuck the glass now, she was hardcore. She shook her head when he mentioned twenty four seven. Nah, we can stay here. I don't know how I'll get home if I get smashed and shit. She laughed sheepishly. She really was one to get out of control and end not be able to get home. She was sick of having to call her friends for rides home, or driving drunk. yes, she had driven drunk before and could have gotten in huge trouble for it. After that night she had vowed to never do it again of course. She had felt guilty for nearly hitting god knows who.

Kate smiled a little at Jay. Mine hurt a little. She took of her shirt and turned her back too him. On the lower bit was a small heart, like the size of a quarter. I'm a totally chicken, so I decided not to get any more, or anything bigger, She looked back at him, just in her bra and sweat pants now. It's not like she thought anything of it.She was still covered up right? She turned, and showed him her belly button ring, with a little cherry on it. And this didn't hurt at all. She played with it a little before looking back up at him, with her shirt in her hands. She leaned forward a little and kissed him on her lips. Why? Who knew? She was drunk, high, it's not like she was really thinking at the time. She looked back up at him with a playful smirk on her face. Opps. She said "innocently." Yeah right, like she hadn't meant to do that. She wanted to see if he was a good kisser, she liked kissing, a lot. She was one of those girls who liked to kiss the boys, fool around with them, whatever. She liked to have her fun. In her eyes there was nothing wrong with that was there? I think tattoo's are rather sexy. She went on to say as she began to walk out the room, still with her shirt in her hand. She turned up the music, like they were in some kind of Rave club. Would she flirt with him? She had no problem with that. He was hott, and she liked his personality. It could be a friendship, like a "close" friendship. Or, it could just be a friendship, normal style. She liked his personality. For once, she LIKED a personality.

[jay craig moore ,]

Jay nodded as she said she was glad to have saved him and what not. Temptation gave in and he poured himself another shot, this one not going down as smoothly. His face scrunched slightly to the burning sensation down his throat, but, soon enough his face was back to being relaxed and normal. He started to laugh once she said she didn't know what trailer trash is. He thought for a second, but being drunk and high he probably wouldn't be able to explain anything all that amazingly. "Well, It's like white trash. Actually, the same thing. They live in trailers and are rednecks. Like the people that live down south" he said, pausing for a minute to think if he could add anything onto what he said before. " Yknow what I'm talking about...because I have no other way to explain it. It's just one of those things

[/color]" he said with a smile and a little laugh, continuing to feel giggly and chatty.

As she told him her story and what not, about her dad making the business and how she was going to inherit it all, he couldn't help but be amazed. He also couldn't help too shed a what was probably a typical comment. " Well, It seems like you've got it made for the rest of your life.[/color]. Maybe it wasn't such a typical comment after all. Because to be brutally honest, everyone pretty much had it made here. As of the moment, he knew of no other kids that where middle class kids or upper middle class kids. Everyone seemed to have lives of million or billionaires, rolling in first class dressed in designer threads. He smiled and let out a light laugh at her 'who takes it easy?' comment, but responded too it with humor in his voice. " Me, when I don't want to end up throwing up all over your carpet or toilet[/color]"

When she asked him about his scholarship he laughed, knowing he would have to go into a full story. But he didn't mind, his lips felt like talking. "Well, when my mom heard I wanted to go to college at Waverly, I was in like tenth grade. I didn't even know what I wanted to do at that time, but I still really, really , really wanted to go here[/color]" he paused for a minute, not really having a reason, just because he felt like his tongue was going to fall out of his mouth. His words could have been slurred, but it wasn't like Jay could really tell. and he doubted that Keatie could either. He took a deep breath in and continued with his story,"So, she didn't wanna end up paying for me to go and what not. So from like right from that point, I was signing up for scholarships right and left, even if I didn't necessarily fit all of the requirements,[/color]" he smiled that nice warm smile, pouring himself another drink and downing it before he continued. In his mind h told himself that this would be the last time that he would drink another shot that he would wait at least twenty minutes till he touched another one. As she told him earlier he could put it anywhere, he placed it on her dresser. The only reason why he had asked was because he knew some people freaked out when you placed any drinks on there dressers in case they ever split. In case that was some kind of secret fear of hers, he placed it down nice and gently.

Once again he went on with his little tale of how he got his scholarship "And in the end, I finally got one from discovery. Like the credit card Discovery. You had to have at least a 2.75 GPA for your freshman and sophomore year and had to stand out or some shit. There was like a lot of other winners though, but it defiantly helped me get in here[/color]" he said, his story a little bit fogged but whatever, that was the basics of it. He was done with school talk. He couldn't help to smirk when she took off her shirt to show him her tattoo. She could have just done it the nice ol roll up the shirt kind of way, but no. She took her shirt off. He looked at the little heart, the smile still on his face. Jay shrugged, " Well, they're not terrible. Just don't try to get any on like your wrist or ribs, because I'm pretty sure that would hurt like a bitch[/color]" he said. He lifted his shirt and tossed it to the floor, to show her his on his lower stomach. He didn't have anything to say about it, just thought he would show her. Not like he could have a chance to say anything, because shortly after she kissed him. Caught him off guard, but once more he wasn't going to argue with her about it. He was drunk, she was drunk, it was just a little fun. It's not like it was going to hurt anyone. He smiled a little into the kiss and shortly after she pulled away. The smile still remained on his lips. Yknow, he didn't regret coming over here one bit. It was more then just a pleasant little surprise. She seemed like a cool chick, and he could defiantly do this more often. Actually, yknow, he probably wouldn't mind hanging out with her sober.
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[keatie deville]

Daddys Girl

<sup>She still didn't really understand what Jay was talking about, but she just nodded anyway. White trash? What was that? Clean junk? Rednecks? Huh? Why did someone have a redneck? Well whatever, obviously they weren't very well thought of, because they had red necks, and they were also trash, whatever though. She wanted to say "no, I dont know what your talking about" but she instead kept her little mouth shut really wanting to make a complete fool of herself. Well, It seems like you've got it made for the rest of your life.. She nodded slightly, she couldn't really argue with that logic.
I do, really. It was true, she really didn't HAVE to come to college if she really didn't feel like it. But she had decided she didn't want to be a complete daddies girl for the rest of her life. Me, when I don't want to end up throwing up all over your carpet or toilet" She had laughed again and just shook her head. We would get someone in to clean it all up, believe me, the amount of times I've thrown up all over the place. It was pretty sad how much she had been so wasted that she had thrown up everywhere. Like the time she thought the sink was actually the toilet. Boy that was not fun to clean up. It was pretty messed up how out of control some of these things could get, but of course, Kate being Kate, she tried not to think about it and just push it to the back of her mind.

She listened to him talk about his scholarship, as she continued to down the alcoholic beverage. She seemed like a pro at this. She just knew how to have fun right? The way it would burn her throat, and make her whole insides feel like they were freezing and burning at the same time. That, combined with pot, was like dancing with the devil. It was amazing, and she loved it. If not for her old friends, she would never be the person she was today. They were the ones who pressured her into taking a blunt. Not like she needed much persuasion, but still. She nodded at Kay every now and then to assure him that she was still listening. God, she got into here because she had tons of cash. Well, she had pretty great grades as well, but mainly they knew who her farther was which gained a lot of popularity when you had a lot... A LOT of money. Well, they're not terrible. Just don't try to get any on like your wrist or ribs, because I'm pretty sure that would hurt like a bitch. She had laughed at that. Well if I decide to get anymore, it defiantly won't be there. She watched him take off his shirt. He had a nice body, a really nice body with more sexy ass tattoo's. Man this guy was really hott. And as she started to walk away, she couldn't help but come back for more. A little greedy, she was, but she didn't really care. She was drunk anyway, it's not like he had a girlfriend that she knew of, so she didn't really give a crap. She brought her lips up to his again, this time letting her mouth part slightly and let her tongue touch his, playing with it. Frankly, she wasn't really thinking much. They were in her room, shirtless and drunk. Who was to argue with that? It was like a deadly combination waiting to happen. So what if they barely knew each other? Never stopped her before - but at least she KNEW him right?

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself closer to him. Like she hadn't heard about the manwhore rumors, pfft. Everyone who had heard his name knew what he was like. But then again, she was also known as shallow and a whore herself. So it was great right? No strings attached, right? And then the next day, they could still be friends and everything would be completely fine. She could actually get along with him if she wanted too. He seemed easy enough to get along with right? Laid back enough? Wasn't up her ass about the smoking thing and rather TOOK it. He was winning kudos in her book, that was for sure.

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[jay craig moore ,]

As he sat there waiting, he didn't get a response from Keatie about the redneck thing, he was guessing that she didn't know what it meant. Or maybe she just didn't remember him saying anything about it, after all he did kinda go on a ramble about his scholarship. A small smile came to his face, he couldn't imagine living somewhere for seventeen years and then having to get up and move. Neveermind a different state, a whole different country. He gave her credit for that, though he still found it just an ounce humorous that she didn't know what redneck meant. It was pretty much what America stood for. When she tried to be all nice about him possibly throwing up on her carpet he laughed " Bull fucking shit. This isn't even my place, me throwing up would be nasty. You'd never talk to me again, don't lie

[/color]" the smile coming back to his face. Yknow, he was getting used to talking to her. He liked it actually. It wasn't half as awkward as he thought it would be. Probably because she was a chill girl, and they where under the influence. But, whatever. He was still having good vibes about the whole situation.

He had a feeling that she was bored with his story. Who wouldn't be when they where drunk and high? There was just about a million better things to talk about or do. And here he was talking about school. But he couldn't help it, even when he was sober he rambled a lot, never mind when he got a little extra something something to help him out with his stories. She seemed to be downing drinks more frequently, so he was guessing he was pretty boring even if she was nodding along. It just made him feel a tad bit awkward for the first time of the night. But it faded shortly after and took the pressure of fhis shoulders when she giggled at what he had said earlier about the whole tattoo thing. "Well, I lied. I'm not saying don't do it. Because like you said, tattoos are hot. But, if you're going to get one there make sure you have a one fucking genius idea[/color]" His favorite tattoos had to be the ones on the hips, ribcage, or back. The ones that aren't too over exposed are just the sexiest because once you got to see them, it gave you this kind of pride that you saw something thats usually hidden up by a shirt. He just wouldn't recommend getting one if you couldn't stand the pain or where going to pussy out halfway, because the tattoos really need to be completed to look good in any of those spots.

This girl had to be full of surprises. Because once again, she caught him off guard. He would think that they just had one of those quick little innocent kisses before that pretty much anybody who gets drunk or goes to parties knows just happens every once and awhile. Jay did enjoy that last kiss though, and he was actually thinking that he should go back for more. But like she read his mind, she went in for it first. Once again, not one complaint from Mr.Jay. She was really, really good looking. And she had a nice little personality to her, though it could be from all the drinks and pot and what not. Even if it was, he knew they did have one thing in common, and that was that they both loved to party it up.

It was weird that only awhile ago he hadn't said more then hi to her, and now here they where making out. Well, it was bounded to happen. First of all, he was Jay fucking Moore. It was hard for him to stay 'just friends' with any girl. Mix in alcohol and drugs and it'll be hard to escape without him all over you at least once, even if you reject him. But this time, he didn't even have to go for it. She went on him first. All he could do was pray that she didn't have a boyfriend. From what he heard she didn't. But you never know. There was always that chance of him getting his ass kicked by a six foot two guy that Keatie had accidental had forgotten to tell him about and word accidentally getting around. Oh shit, would that suck. But like he was ever going to pull away from a moment like this. The alcohol in his system helped those worried feelings to just slip away though. He kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist. He tilted his head to the side, allowing a little more access. His tongue played around with hers while a smile came across his lips. Fuck, he just couldn't stop smiling around this girl. Probably because he knew in the morning they could just continue to be friends and what not. But like word vomit almost, some things just had to be made sure before Jay went for it. He pulled away gently, there faces so close and there lips almost touching he asked " Look, before we go on with any of this you gotta promise me that there isn't going to be a physco boyfriend that just so happens to be yours chasing after me tomorrow[/color]" he said with a little grin on his face. Well, tonight could defiantly turn out to be a little more fun then what he had expected but deep down knew that with this dangerous mix it was bound to happen.

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[keatie deville]

Daddys Girl

Ms. Keatie DeVille, missed her home back in Paris. The amazing shopping districts, down to all the amazing people she would meet everyday, from all over the world. New York was nice, she would still meet new and interesting people, but it had been hard to just come over to America, and expect to know everything. She hadn't a clue what "crib" meant in slang terms. And when some boy had asked her once if she wanted to go back his crib, she was extremely confused as to why he was inviting her to a babies bed? Odd, very odd indeed. Of course, she was now "down" with the slang and jargon over here, and the thing she was not taught in her English class - but at the same time, she hadn't learnt every word in the damn English dictionary. What was she supposed to think when she heard RED NECK. She laughed about his comment concerning him never talking to him again. Of course I will silly. It happens. Her voice was still soft, almost childish and innocent. It was angelic, like her face. But both of them held an angels exterior with a devils intent. Many people had called her the sweetest thing since candy canes, others had called her satans daughter. It wasn't so much that she was a bad person, she just knew what she wanted and got it in any way possible. She was easy to get along with for the most part - easy going, pretty to look at. What more did people need? She didn't like deep conversations as much as she liked to gossip. Maybe she wasn't the "deepest" person on the face of this earth, but there was a lot more too her in the core. She wasn't just a shell, she had something in there. Just not many people had figured out what yet. She hardly ever cried, she didn't like being vulnerable in front of people. She was head strong and closed up. She had ambitions, and no one get in the way of them. Besides her drinking problem. So clique, but sometimes she did feel like the stupid liquid was the only thing that actually understood her.

"Well, I lied. I'm not saying don't do it. Because like you said, tattoos are hot. But, if you're going to get one there make sure you have a one fucking genius idea" She laughed a little and nodded slightly. I wanted one on my cleavage, but I don't know. It wasn't that Jay had bored her by any means, but she felt kind of dumb. Mr Big Shot got a damn scholarship. What she get ziltch! She should have been less rude though, and a pang of guilt began to form in her gut. Woah, Keatie felt guilty? Yeah, but only a little and it didn't last long. He didn't seem offended anyway, so it wasn't a huge deal right? Her thoughts soon drifted away from that, it was like she had ADD or something. She was more focused on tattoo's again, and the more she heard about them, the more she wanted another. She loved her belly button ring as well, now THAT was her pride and joy. It complimented her small stomach, in her own opinion. She wasn't so freakishly skinny you could see every single rib on her body, but she was getting there.

And then there was that kiss again, and she pressed herself up against him with a small smirk like she was a kid and had done something naughty. Now they were both shirtless, gee. She was feeling up on his chest now, running her fingers down where the tattoo was inked on his skin. She was enjoying the warmth of his mouth before he pulled back ever so slightly. "Look, before we go on with any of this you gotta promise me that there isn't going to be a physco boyfriend that just so happens to be yours chasing after me tomorrow" She had just shook her head a little, and she bit his lip gently. No boyfriend, no worries. Unless, of course, you have a boyfriend. She brought her lips up to his ear and nibbled gently before looking back at him with her little devilish smirk. God, these were the kind of friends she loved to have. You know? The kind you could fool around with and it was all good because, well, you were friends. Just very, good friends. It wasn't like Kate ever got emotionally involved with these kinds of things as well. She had, once, and that ended up as a disaster. She wasn't in love or anything, in fact she never had been close to that emotion. Once, some guy had told her he loved her in the middle of sex and she ended up pushing him off of her and telling him to get the fuck away. She had a feeling though that this would be nothing like that. If it got that far of course.

[jay craig moore ,]

His mind drifted off too other things. Like little 'slang' words. How hard must it be for her to understand words that came out of his mouth or anyone else here? She had been here for what, four years now; if his slurred memory wasn’t failing him. But still, how did she get by everyday? Maybe it was better for her now though. But what if she started throwing French terms at him? Did they even have slang over in France? How in the world was he supposed to know them? In high school, for a second language he had taken Spanish. He should have taken French because he knew quiet a bit of Spanish at the time, though most of it forgotten now. Maybe if he had taken French he would understand some-of-those-words-that-she-had-never-even-thrown-at-him-he-was-just-worried-about. Well, he knew a few words. Flat was an apartment or house over there or something right?

He smiled, knowing he had it all mixed up and he doubted that she would try to get some kind of French revenge on him for saying words that just came so naturally to him. Oh Jay, if only somebody could read your mind. Your cocky, cool, confident act would be taken from you so quickly. Jay worries so incredibly much about things that nobody would even think could ever happen. Its just that he likes to be prepared for any situation that could happen, so he often gets caught up worrying about things that probably would never occur. But luckily, he’s usually around somebody to take his mind off of it. This time, it was Keatie. When she told him it would be okay. Her voice just seemed so calm, so sweet, it caught him off guard for a moment. "You don't have to lie to me, really. I could face the truth. The only time you would talk to me would be when I ask you about the rumors that you would spread about me throwing up on your carpet. The whole school would know me for the boy who threw up on some pretty girls carpet. So I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen" he smirked. Sure, he was worry-babbling out loud now, but it could be mistaken as drunken slur, which for the most part it was. And it was humorous, leading no hints that he actually did have sometimes stupid worries like this.

Back to the voice thing. It was weird. He knew that she was just drunk and high and whatever, and probably the only time that they would ever hang out would be when they would be doing so. But he had to wonder what she was like underneath it all. Jay was a nosey little boy, and he wanted to know what she was like when she wasn't all strung out. He wanted to know what other people thought of her, and how she acted around other people. Like he had heard a few thing a about her, she liked to drink, she liked to party, she could be a little whore-ish. But it was the same with him, and there was more to him then that, so was there more to her then that? Tonight was fun, and he knew there was more fun to come. But none of that fun would answer any of his questions that where buzzing around his head about her. Because to answer those, you would have to be sober. And there fun tonight would include none of that. Now weren't things odd here. Party Boy Jay, who you might as well might say was just getting some action tonight was thinking about how Kate was like sober. Not your typical man whore stereotype and he knew that he had been caught up in his thinking for a little bit too long and he needed to snap out of it. And then he did. "Well, that would be sexy, and it wouldn't hurt

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There kiss really was amazing. It was a little drunken kiss, sure. But they where shirtless, and extremely close. He kept feeling her bellybutton ring rub against his skin every once and awhile, and her touch sent chills up his spine. You would think that by now his worried had melted away and the only thing that was controlling him was Jay Jr hidden away in his pants. Well , if you thought that then your fail. Wanna know about the latest worry? His mind was buzzing about the fact that he might just be 'using' Keatie or something. He had heard the fraise "You used me" so many times from drunk girls he'd fucked and tried to actually call to hang out with. He's always thought that the word "used" would mean to have had sex with and never talk to again, or only talk to when he only wanted sex. And if things just so happened to happen and they did end up having sex, which deep down in his pants he did want too, would she wake up in the morning thinking he was a dickweed? Deep down he didn't think so, he thought this could be as casual as possible if that makes any sense. But you never know what would happen, and how sucky would it be if he ruined everything just by doing something that is just so pleasurable? I mean, he did have intentions on talking to her after this. He wanted to find out so much more about her, if you haven't read all of those sober questions he wanted to find out. Bt what if he could never find them out all because she was pissed about tonight? She didn't seem like the kind of girl who would do that, but shit happened. All Jay could do was hope that it wouldn't happen, because at the moment the worries where starting to fade away and the hormones where totally in control.

Jay laughed at her comment about him having a boyfriend. " Trust me, you wont find that at all, what so ever[/color]" he said. Oh jeeze Jay, when aren't you the kid being accused of being gay? Jay swore he was going to start walking around school wearing a shirt that said 'HI MY NAME IS JAY AND I LIKE VAGINA'. But he knew that she was just joking of course, or else that would just be a little awkward. He returned back to the kiss once more, closing his eyes, his arms running back up her then running back down, his hands playing around with her bellybutton ring as his tongue took a little exploration adventure around her mouth. Oh Jay, you're such a worry wart but you do get yourself into the deepest of shit even when you know the things that could go wrong, what in the world is your problem.
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[keatie deville]

Daddys Girl

<sub>Her new friend Jay seemed a tad nervous. He wasn't really showing it in his voice, or face - but rather on body language, which she had come to learn well with most people. But then again when you grow up in the city, you can't put pick up on people's "vibes" anyhow. "You don't have to lie to me, really. I could face the truth. The only time you would talk to me would be when I ask you about the rumors that you would spread about me throwing up on your carpet. The whole school would know me for the boy who threw up on some pretty girls carpet. So I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen" She had laughed slightly and just shook her head. Hey, it was totally cool with her if he was going to avoid throwing up all over the apartment, not like she wanted him too or anything. You just don't believe me huh? Well fine, you make sure you don't throw up on my carper so I talk too you again. She had a mocking tone in her voice - she was kidding really. She would talk too him again, I mean she wasn't that shallow or anything. It wasn't like "well gee, you threw up in my apartment, so I guess I'll talk too you later, and by later I mean never. K thanks, bye." She had thrown up enoughtimes on others peoples shit, and they either got uber mad or were super nice about it. Either way, Keatie could understand his fear or her never talking too him again or something. I guess throwing up on people's stuff wasn't exactly a great "first impression."

Keatie wasn't really one for deep emotions and all that bull crap when she was sober, and even when she was drunk, she wasn't emotional or anything. She was just horny, funny or rude. Either way, give or take. Whichever. "Well, that would be sexy, and it wouldn't hurt" Yeah, it really would be sexy to her at least. She heard some guys really liked that. And everyone knew... Well only she really knew that she would do basically anything to try and impress someone. Show off her body, get a specific piercing and what knots. All that good stuff ya know? Yeah, she wouldn't really ever do them because she wanted them or anything like that - it was more like because she needed them to feel accepted, whether it was an acquaintance, best friend, family or whatever. She was so weird about pleasing other people more than herself. Yes, there was a lot more too her than a pretty face and an amazing body, she most defiantly one of the most self conscience people out there. She would stare at her body for literally hours and hours, wishing she was skinnier, or her legs were prettier. Oh sure, she looked all calm and collected on the outside, but was she really? Most defiantly not. Drugs and alcohol were her escape and she was completely fine with that. She didn't need to talk about her feelings with most people. Woops, that was a lie. She actually always wanted to talk to someone, but had never really found that right person. It was like she didn't trust them, or refused too or something. It was pretty sad if you really thought about it all. She could really be better by now. Quit drinking and drugs if she had that kind of friendship - but she didn't.

"Trust me, you wont find that at all, what so ever" Well that was a relief. Of course she had been kidding, you know because she was weird like that. Maybe he was taking her seriously though? Well that would be extremely awkward to say the least - maybe she should assure him she was kidding! yeah! That's what she should do! I was kidding Jay, I didn't think you had a boyfriend or anything. Well, if he did that would be a little awkward seeing as how Keatie was in fact a female. Shocking huh? It would be a little strange if Jay had thought otherwise and ended up discovering she was not a man and freaking out. I mean, they were pretty high and drunk - so maybe that could happen? People did some really messed up shit when they were under the influence. Like those trannys on Cops. Yeah, like them.

Keatie took Jay's hand in hers and slowly began backing up to the bed, pressing herself against him. The pot was lingering in the air. The sweet left overs of the deadly smoke. It wasn't really deadly in her eyes. There were so many arguments about pot and what it did, but in her opinion - it did nothing. Sure, it wasn't great to smoke before school or anything, but weed wasn't really addicting, and it didn't really mess you up that bad. Take crack for example. From having a lot of druggie friends, she had began to learn the ropes of being a user. Daniel, her old friend has once explained how he would only sell pot. "Pot; yeah you don't always get a lot of money from it, but it would be a hell of a lot better than buying hard shit like crack. That stuff messes with your mind, and you become instantly addicted. The first hit is so good and intense, you want it again - but you just never find it. So they keep trying and trying, using up twenty dollars just for a LITTLE five minute high if that. Stealing from their families, robbing people, hurting innocent humans just because they want to feel that first high again. I don't want to be the person who does that for them; I don't want to end up being the person who ends up screwing some family over and selling them all crack. Pot, it gets you high and doesn't interfere with you life. Unlike anything else."
So really, Kate tried to only do pot, even though it was hard not be drug into the partying scene with LSD and whatever drug was available.

Kate wasn't trying to think about any of that right now anyway, she was too busy undoing her pants and pulling them down before messing around with Jay's pants as well. The bed was sitting behind her, and she was still standing, looking at Jay longingly. Pink little fluffy pillows behind them with a soft looking cover and a bouncy and soft mattress, what more could you be asking for at a time like this right? She brought her lips to Jays neck and began biting gently. Oh yeah, she was totally kinky like that. She lived on the edge. Biting and all that stuff. She just hoped nothing would be weird after this, that they could continue with a friendship and not awkward glances.</sub>

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[jay craig moore ,]

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a little out of nowhere, sure. but still ended closed done what not. jay and kate had drunken sex to sum up the rest of the board ahahah. so it would be great if admins could move the board to the dead threads one. or do i have to post it somewhere in order for it to get moved? gah idk.