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{{OOC: Yeah, this should definately be on T.V. xD}}
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((  -runs off to get copyright- ))MAX Max pouted when he only got a kiss on the cheek, but hey, he enjoyed the chase. He raised a single eyebrow as she began dancing, was she being sarcastic on the 'not had anything to drink' comment? 'Calm down, love' He laughed, pulling her down onto his lap 'I have to restrain her, I mean, she's obviously unstable' He beamed as Sam rolled her eyes and sighed. SAM Sam grabbed the bottle and span, biting her lower lip as it began to slow down... |
Emme laughed and stood up again, pulling Max up and dancing close to him, smiling flirtaciously. She placed a hand on his shoulder and moved gracefully but sexy and chuckled slightly when he placed his hand on her waist, not being able to resist. She barely noticed them becoming closer together as they danced.
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Claire went back to her room. Her door was slightly open, and she could see Corey's guitar. She went out and brought it back into her room, locking the door. She sat on the bed, and began to play a few strings. Corey must hate me, she thought sadly. Setting the guitar aside, she curled up into a ball on the bed. She'd be awake all night worrying about him, and she knew it.
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MAX Max chuckled as Emme danced very flirtaciously, though he assumed she was drunk. 'Awww' He began, sighing 'Why is it illeagal if they're pissed?' He laughed leaned his foreheard against hers. SAM Sam was getting slightly bored, she had heard shouting coming from Corey's room and decided to check it out. Tapping the door open, she saw a forlorn Claire grasping Corey's guitar, slightly weepy eyed. 'Hey' She said softly, wrapping her arm around the other girls' shoulders 'You okay? Dy'wanna come play spin the bottle or watch a movie or something?' |
Claire looked up, her eyes were watering. She quickly wiped them.
"No, no, I'm fine. I'm worried about Corey, he just ran out after our fight. He hates me. I don't know why." |
"Why is what illegal?" Emme asked with a smile. She was quite the oddball, doing all this while completely sober. But it was fun all the same. He was cute, and if she did end up with him, she wanted to remember all the fun.
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MAX 'Why's it illeagal?' 'S'rape in they're pissed' He raised one eyebrow 'Are you pissed? Cos if you're not' He winked and raised his eyebrows. 'You're such a d*ck' He though to himself 'But a happy d*ck' SAM 'He doesn't hate you!' She said with a slight laugh 'He adores you, it's just, the guys on this trip have a rather sh*tty role-model' She smirked and shifted her eyes toward Ethan's direction. 'Come on, I have cola, smirnoff and straight vodka' She said, beaming 'I can assure you that, if you want to, you won't even remeber that he stormed out' |
"God, I hope not," Standing, Claire grabbed the smirnoff and began chugging staright from the bottle, barely feeling the burn as the vodka made it's way down her throat.
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Emme smiled. "No, I'm not." She said. "But like I said, I'm not too easy." She then leaned in and kissed him. "Never did give you a good kiss." She explained.
((haha, it'd be funny if they've knew eachother before she moved away from all the other kids' town; like if they were bffs in middle school (aged like 12-13)) |
((OOC: Oi why everyone having a go at Ethan, Max is just as bad tut. Haha look at me getting all defensive)) Ethan sat stirring at Emme and Max. He hoped that Max was going to be as much as a prick as he was. He was glad Max had found someone to flirt with, would stop Max complaning about only having his right hand for company these days. A scene arrupted in Claires bedroom between her and Corey. Ethan listened his noses wrinkled in confusion. He thought that those two had a thing for one another, now they where arguing. They needed to sort out their friendship, or whatever they had. Ethan listened more closey as his name got dragged into the conversation a few times. "YOUR JUST LIKE ETHAN! YOU MAKE OUT WITH ME AND WALK OFF! YOUR EXACTLY LIKE HIM! I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN LIKED YOU!" Ethan heard Claire scream as Corey stormed out of her bedroom. Ethan cletched his jaw in anger. Why the hell was he getting dragged into this. Why was his private sex life always being blamed for how others behaved. But what hurt the most for Ethan was hearing Sam talk to Claire. 'He doesn't hate you!' He heard Sam say to Claire, she was trying to comfort her. 'He adores you, it's just, the guys on this trip have a rather sh*tty role-model' Ethan temper boiled as Sam looked his way. How dare she compare him and Corey. How dare anyone blame him for Corey being such a tw**. Ethan had enough, he jumped up from the sofa and stood his face red with anger and his eyes narrowed. "DONT YOU F**KING DARE BLAME ME FOR THIS." Ethan shouted at everyone and pointed at them all. "I am sick and tired of you all blaming me for anything that goes wrong. So what if I slept with someone last night. Its called a one night stand. The girl knew that all I wanted was sex, so dont try and make out im some sort of terrible person when Im not." Ethan stormed into his bedroom slamming the door behind him as hard as he could. He flopped onto his bed and took out his art pad from his bag. There was pictures of all the others, them all friendly together and having a laugh. He took them and ripped them up in anger. Then there was a picture of him and Sam. He went to tear that up two but couldnt, he just kept it in his hand, stirring at it in anger. |
"DONT YOU F**KING DARE BLAME ME FOR THIS." Sam looked up in shock as Ethan screamed and locked himself in the bathroom. 'Oh sh*t' Sam began, darting up 'Ethan, Ethan, come on, you know I was messing around' She walked briskly to the bathroom door and pressed her cheek against it. 'Ethan...Ethan sorry I was just trying to make Claire laugh 'Come on Ethan, you know I don't blame you' She bit her lip, her eyes pricked. 'Ethan?' She asked nervously, her voice rising 'Ethan, I'm sorry, please, Ethan!' (( Oh, and here's a draft of what the avatars will look like, like they're on a fridge, it's only draft becuase I only have paint on this computer: http://i32.tinypic.com/68d3jt.png )) |
((max doesn't react? =P ))
Emme awkwardly watched Ethan yell and then walked outside. She heard footsteps and saw Max. "Hey." She said with a smile. |
{{OOC: Claire's looks good so far :D}}
Claire put the bottle down when there was no more vodka left. She relised she shouldn't be drinking, her hangover would be bad and she'd yell at everyone for nothing. She felt really bad when Ethan started yelling, she shouldn't have brough him into her and Corey's conversation. Leaving the empty bottle on the table, she went back into her room. Locking the door, she put on her radio, and lay on her bed, with Corey's guitar beside her. A tear ran down her face as she heard the song. It wasn't even her CD or anything, just a random song on the radio. And it had to be 4 A.M. Forever. She began to mouth the words of the song, not having the heart to sing. {{OOC: If you want to hear the song ~ !!Clicky!! but it's a little depressing}} |
(( Brb guys, watching The Passion, pretty brutal stuff <=[ ))
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Corey walked back into the RV. He noticed that he was attracting looks from the others, and he hurried into his and Claire's shared bedroom. And there she was, lying there listening to Lostprophets.
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Claire looked up when the door opened, and looked away quickly. She pushed his guitar further down the bed in case he wanted it.
"Turn the radio off if you like," she said in a flat voice. |
Casey had gone into the kitchen after the movie, and tried to stay out of the way as it looked like everyone else was either happily screwing or screaming. He hated to make a fuss, and reckoned he couldn't do much, so he didn't even bother, jsut sat and watched meditatively.
((Bleh, what a lame post. Approachable)) |
((OOC:Hes in his bedroom not the bathroom rofl.)) 'Ethan, Ethan, come on, you know I was messing around' Sam voice said from the other side of his bedroom door [B]'Ethan...Ethan [/B] sorry I was just trying to make Claire laugh 'Come on Ethan, you know I don't blame you' Ethan continued to ignore Sam's voice. Still looking down at the picture of him and Sam when they where together. 'Ethan?' She asked nervously, her voice rising '[B]Ethan[/B], I'm sorry, please, Ethan!' Ethan looked up at the door, then back down to the picture. He was pretty damm well mad at her at the moment. Or he was trying to be, the fact was he could never stay mad at her, not really. He got up and walked over to his door. Opening it he stood with one hand on the door frame and the other on his hip. "Apology accepted" he said coldy to Sam his face stoney and emotionless. "You guys got anything else bad to say about me, cause you might as well get it all out tonight. I mean you have already showed your views of me pretty damm well clear"" Ethan said crossly to the rest of the group. |
"That's ok," he said, not looking at her. He sat down, and took of his jacket. After several minutes in silence, he diecided to swallow his pride. He got up, and said "Claire, listen. I'm sorry about what I said. I...was just being a pr*ck. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I jst wanted to apoligise,"
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"It's ok." Her voice became softer. "I wasn't thinking earlier. I just love you. I don't want to lose you."
{{OOC: BRB}} |
"I love you too," he said. He sat on the bed next to her, knelt down, and kissed her.
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{{OOC: Back!}}
"Just next time your a prick, play your guitar for a while until you calm down. There might not be a pub near us." |
"Or I can beat the sh*t out've Ethan," he joked.
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Casey watched, pretty amused that by now, after three hours no one had noticed him eavesdropping on everything. He was about to go to bed when Ethan stormed out of his room and said crossly, "You guys got anything else bad to say about me, cause you might as well get it all out tonight. I mean you have already showed your views of me pretty damm well clear"
Casey couldn't resist an opening like that, and against his better judgement, he said slowly, "Well you seem to be either a womanizer or a general jerk, mayhaps from slightly frustrated lust, but I reckon underneath that you're a good guy. Or I'm a bad judge of charachter and the first assesment was right. Or I've heard everything out of context and neither is true. All quite possible." Casey rolled his shoulders for a moment, and then added slowly, "Or was that a bit deeper than you wanted to hear? Sorry." |
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