``WHEN I GROW UP [ piperr! ]

[jay craig moore ,]

NOT DONE NOT DONE NOT DONEEE
dont read till then, just need somewhere to post it. im dead tired.


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Oh damn here he was in the situation that he always ended up being in. He could see it now, the headline of the waverly newspaper; LOCAL BOY TRIES TO MEET "GIRL" THAT HE FINDS ON INTERNET AND IS FOUND DEAD. Ohboy wouldn't that be something. A very possible and scary something. Exing out of the conversation window and signing off he decided finally he was going to follow through with the plans he made. He sometimes like to blow them off with people who seem kind of shady. But this Piper girl pr whatever didn't seem like the old man perv kind of type. She actually seemed kinda chill if she was real. But he was only judging off of like twelve ims, so what did he know?   Even if this girl was fake and didn't show atleast he'd still get a good night at twenty four seven. For the past two weeks he had been booked with well- books. And because of that he hadn't been out all that much and this twenty one year old needed to drown himself in alcohol to make up for it. Even if the girl didn't show up he'd end up calling somebody down there or talking to someone new. Seriously 24-7 had to be his favorute place alive; maybe that's a bad thing. But he usualy had one thing in common with everyone there which is why he liked it. What was that one thing? Well, its really simple. Anyone who goes to 24-7 loves to party; and jays no acception.

In a way he really was hoping she showed up. It was weird because she was a complete and total stranger. He didn't even know what she looked like, it was kinda sad that he was about to leave to a crowded nightclub to search for somebody with the only phyicial thing they know about them being from a 100x100 pixel.  It was certinatly going to be interesting what he got out of this night.   Maybe he would find a girl start talking to her, clearly stating that he thought she was piper, would talk to him the whole night and then, to his suprise at the end of the night he would call her "Piper" again and then that girl would ask him who the fuck was that, saying she was wasted and her names shanaynay and she aint no Piper bitch.  I mean thats just the way it works when you try to meet somebody that you met online in a crouded nightclub on a weekend night.  He had a feeling that things weren't going to run too smoothy, but who knows.  Maybe he would end up spotting Piper right away, or she'll spot him and then they'll chat it up.  How exactly that would happen - well,  who knows.  But there's nothing wrong with thinking positive, so Jay shook out all those negitave thoughts of him not being able to find her and being by himself and whatnot and repelaced them with thoughts of him at the club with Piper.  If she showed up and she found him it would make it a lot easier than him approaching drunk strangers or trying to call up his friends and drag them out of there satruday night plans to meet him at a stupid little bar.

As of the moment Jay knew only one thing about tonight was for certain. What was that one thing? Well, Jay knew for certain that he looked good as hell. Maybe it was cocky, well he knew that he was cocky, but he prefered to call it confidence. Because to Jay the difference between being confident and being cocky would be that cocky people are all talk and confident people do what they say they'll do. And in his mind he could back up any of the shit he says in pride of himself; like looking good tonight. So when people come up to him and tell him how cocky he is he always corrects them with 'I think you mean im confident' which always dosent rub off too good on some snotty new yorkers here at waverly.

So what was jay wearing that made him look so damn good?


To try to explain how Jay was feeling at that point of time and space would be a difficult task. It was like he was a little boy before christmas who had broken his moms favoite vase. He had that bit of excitement like you would get on christmas eve just because he loved the whole vibe of the club and honsestly couldn't wait to get there. But on the other hand he would be nervous because he didn't want to end up with only coal because he broke the vase; or in the actual situation he didn't want to end up alone because he took the risk to try and meet someone he met online there.   He took his keys, slipping them in his pocket and headed out the door. He kept repeating her name in his mind over and over again, along with that mental photo or what he rememberd of the icon. He was super nervous to slip up and mix up people, though he could probably play it off quite smoothly. He took a glance at his car, taking a moment to decide wether he wanted to take it along with him tonight. Drinking and driving wasn't his cup of tea, and he knew he was going to have more then a few shots because it was a weekend and the whole club was going to be buzzing; so with that in mind it didn't take him long to decide and start walking down the sidewalk, his keys, id, and wallet all jingling around in his poket.



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