i learnt from you that i do not crumble; [open]

[sky louis campbell.]

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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BECAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF,

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Okay, maybe sneaking out to go clubbing and returning at the dead of night wasn't the smartest idea. He could sneak out without getting caught, that was easy. It was just the sneak back in that was quite a pain in the ass, especially since there was a chubby security guard with stocky shoulders walking around with a baton. But, luckily, Sky had managed to sleuth past the guard and enter Hamtpon via the surprising unlocked entrance. You would have thought that the security guard would have at least locked the front door before guarding the perimeters. The soles of Sky's shoes snapped against the tiled floor as he walked over to the stairways that would lead him upstairs and to his dormitory. If he was lucky, James would be asleep and looking like an angel so Sky could gaze at him until his high wore down and he was able to sleep. Tomorrow was a big day. Not really, but if it involved hooking up with that hot sophomore, then it was a big day in Sky's books.

Tonight had been good for Sky. After buying fruity alcohol that pleased his taste buds, he had danced with five to six different boys, hips swaying to the likes of Lady Gaga and David Guetta. The first four guys refused his request of sex in the backroom, the fifth almost threw up in his mouth from the blend of rapid moving and too much alcohol and the sixth one was the only one who he fucked. Of course Sky had already forgotten if the guy had been good or not; he had consumed at least another liter of alcohol after the quick fuck. And that probably wasn't the smartest of ideas considering that Sky's head had been aching like a bitch the whole walk back to Hamptons. Next time he decided to go clubbing, he was taking a whole bag of medicine to sooth his head. Or maybe he would just take a taxi and flee before paying the fare. Yeah, the latter had less work involved so he would just do that.

Running his hand roughly through his unruly hair, Sky began to ascend the wooden stairs. By the fourth step, he was already complaining in his head. Can't this fucking school buy an elevator? It would be much easier then climbing this fucking stairs. I'm fit enough, I don't need to climb another fifty million steps. He felt himself stumble a little once, twice, three times and he knew that the alcohol had yet to wear off. "Shouldn't have had any alcohol. Could of had Red Bull. Ugh," he grumbled unhappily as he rubbed his eyes, tired and exhausted. He just wanted to get back to his room and sleep. Or watch James sleep. He would probably pick which activity to do when he arrived back at his dorm, which would take awhile since his ascent of the stairs was slow. If this school had an elevator, I could be back at the dorm by now, he thought with annoyance. He would definitely be sending in a complaint to the front office about this issue.

As Sky bitched angrily inside of his head, he forgot to watch where he was going, resulting in him missing a step and falling face first onto the stairs. His jaw smacked against the edge of one step and his knee cracked against another. All in all, it felt like agony. Groaning, Sky rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling, chest heaving up and down. Maybe the security guard would come along, spot him and carry him back to his dormitory. It wasn't like it would be a burden seeing how Sky hardly weighed anything; he was a twig, basically. But then suddenly the lights went off and he heard the click of a lock from below him. Great, now he was lying on the stairs in the dark, hurt and drunk and now he was going to be found by some annoying freshman in the morning. "How joyous," he muttered to himself disdainfully as he tried to shift his body into any kind of comfortable position.

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CLOTHES: actually, it's his face, but whatever. WORDS: six nine six.
NOTES: damsel in distress, lol.

CREDIT: MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 <3

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[carolinebarrlow]

oh sweetheart put the bottle down
you've got too much talent
i see you through those bloodshot eyes
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there's a cure you've found it
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Caroline had no idea what she was doing in the boys' dorm this late at night. Actually, it was this early in the morning if the person she was talking to wanted to be technical. Caroline had had problems sleeping since arriving at Hampton. Maybe it was the lack of Casey's heavy breathing, or maybe it was her roommate's incessant need to keep the heat blasting at night, but whatever the case, she was suffering from insomnia. She hated it. The girl needed her sleep. But what was a girl to do? So, somehow she found herself roaming around the guys' dorm. Maybe it was because she wanted to see how far she could bend the rules before the school broke and gave her detention. Caroline had never been a bad girl, but there's a first for everything, right?

Cara jumped, hearing a noise. Someone was walking up the stairs. She flipped around, having not expected someone to be out this late. She squinted into the dark. She saw a figure walking stealthily up the stairs. Still, he was loud and clumsy, as if drunk. Caroline grinned, knowing she could have some fun with him. It was always fun to mess with people's minds when they were drunk. Caroline definitely knew from experience.

Caroline fingered her distressed denim mini skirt as she pulled the stiletto heels off of her feet, revealing her hot pink toenails. She grinned and tip-toed up the stairs, following the drunk guy. Her extra large American Eagle sweatshirt hung at various angles off her body and the black gave her cover. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a black headband perched at the edge of her hair. Her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner. She hadn't realized when she had haphazardly thrown on her clothes that she was dressed perfectly for the cover of darkness.

Caroline tip-toed up one step at a time, pausing every three steps to listen and look. She giggled inwardly and ran the last five steps toward him. She was about to jump out from behind him when he slipped and fell flat on his face. She covered her mouth, as if trying to stifle a laugh. In all actuality, she was trying to stifle a laugh. She was about to reach down to help him up when the door locked. Shit she groaned inwardly. She rolled her eyes. Maybe the poor guy on the floor would take pity on her and let her sleep on his floor tonight. At least it wouldn't be the empty, black stairwell.

Caroline reached out her hand towards the poor boy still laying on the floor. "Need some help up?" she asked in a soft voice, trying not to startle him, as he probably still couldn't see her. "I'm Caroline. Who are you?"