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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 17, 2009 14:10:15 GMT -5
Hannah wasn't surprised that he wasn't nice to some people. Honestly she wasn't either. If she felt anything weird about the person that was talking to her she would either ignore them or fight with them. which either happens. She was glad to hear that he went to the school. "I'm a musician there too. I'm 15 and a junior. But I started early so I should actually be sophmore."
Hannah just realized it but he had the most gorgeous eyes she's ever seen on a guy. Actually...on anyone. "That's good to know. So how long have you been living with her? Just out of curiosity." She was feeling bad that she was asking him all of these personal questions. She needed to stop...immediately. Unless he was ok with it. But just in case she said "If things get too personal we can change the subject. As you may have noticed im a pretty curious person." [/color] She smiled and giggled. she messed with her upper lip pierceing a little bit. It usually was just a small habit of hers when she was either nervous or just had nothing to say.[/center]
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 17, 2009 14:56:21 GMT -5
SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH [/color] SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OHH[/font][/CENTER] Tristan looked at her. "Only about a month and a half. And It's okay I suppose." He said. He looked down at his guitar. He would give it Jenna. The sweet girl that he promised before he left that when he died, she would get the bass guitar. He looked at Hannah. "What;s cool that your a musician too." He said. He smiled at her. For some reason, he liked her a lot. Eliza just annoyed him. First she screamed at him, then she just hugs him and is sorrow for him . It made no sense to him.
He looked at the coffee and drank the rest of it. He wanted more of it though. "Hold on I want more coffee." He said. He stood up and walked over to the counter. He ordered the same thing that he had before, the lady gave him the coffee. He paid her, and walked back to his seat. He sat back down in his seat and looked at her.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 18, 2009 15:15:00 GMT -5
Hannah still felt a little bad for asking him all these personal questions. "I'll stop now" She said kind of mumbling but loud enough for him to hear it. She felt so embarrassed and guilty. Even thinking that he wouldn't even talk to her for a minute she laid her head on the table when he got the coffee. When he came back, she lifted her head and just looked like she was tired. She couldn't hide that fact that...well....she like him. He sounded like a guy she could really have fun being with and someone who would cheer her up when she's at her worst. The last thing she wanted was for him not to talk to her at all.
She had her guitar in her lap and looked down at it. She stroked the strings gently and moved her hands lightly against it. She loved her guitar. She would be devastated if it was ever taken from her. Taking another sip of coffee she sighed and looked up at the ceiling. She really liked him. More then she could imagine. She had never really believed love at first sight but now she did. She couldn't escape this feeling that kept coming over her and the butterflies that were continuously flying around in her stomach. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't think of something else that would stop it either.
Hannah looked at him and said "I...I'll be back." She got up full of tension and stress. Was it love at first sight? They had a lot of things in common and the only thing they didn't agree on so far was colors, but who cares about that? As she walked into the bathroom, she could feel people's eyes on her. Most likely still looking at her from playing guitar earlier. She walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed and turned around expecting to see someone in there. But no, no one was in there at the moment. She sat in the handicap stall on the ground and tried to sort through a few things. She was thinking about Tristan, who maybe was also thinking about her...
She stopped that thought. Like he would be thinking about her. She chuckled a little bit more but it only her own feelings. Her thinking that he wouldn't be thinking about her made her sad. Since she felt love and he wouldn't, that would just tear her apart. Another reason for her to sit in the bathroom...preparing for heartbreak.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 13:39:35 GMT -5
SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH [/color] SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OHH[/font][/CENTER] Tristan looked down at the table. "No. It's fine. Really. He said. She wasn't bugging him or yelling at him that her life was probably worse then his, when, it wasn't. He really hated people that thought that their lives were hell, and that their parents were harsh. When really, other kids had it much , much worse then they thought. He watched her get up, and leave. He just nodded.
He didn't really think of anything, but her face was in his mind, and he wasn't too sure why. He really kinda hoped that he didn't like her. Not that she wasn't very nice, pretty girl, but that he wasn't going to be around much longer. And that was by his own choice. He didn't like this life thath e was forced to have. And he was sure that no one else liked him either. Always picked on for being emo and weird. He looked up as some girl in heels walked by, tapped his shoulder and winked at him. He made a face at her and said Sorry. I'm here with someone. She made a nasty face at him and walked away.
He just took another sip of his coffee. It was black, no cream or anything. He didn't like it with cream. He just sat there, waiting for Hannah to get back. He looked down at his wrists, pulling his sweatshirt sleeves up, looking at the scars. All the scars, dozens and dozens of them there, on his arms. From himself. The ones that were on hsi upper arms though, were from his second family throwing knives at him all the time. His gaze moved to his guitar. He wanted Jenna to take very very good care of this when he wasn't around.
He hoped that Hannah was alright, and sat there waiting for her to come back.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 16:15:15 GMT -5
Hannah stood up in the bathroom and just repeated "Be strong...be strong..." over and over again. It helped a little bit. She walked out of the bathroom and sat back down at the table. "Sorry....i'm back." She turned and say the gorgeous girl wearing heels. She wasn't a lesbian but she would say that the woman was hot. To really see what type of girls Tristan was into she said "So you looking for anyone, cause there is one who won't stop eying you from behind." She laughed as the woman looked jealous that Hannah was sitting with him. Funny. She had never made anyone jealous before. Besides the guys back home who would always tell her that they wished they could play as well as she could.
"Are you sure, I just don't like it when I annoy the living shit out of people and they don't tell me." And it was a proven fact. Once she was with one of her so-called "friends" Turns out the girl only hung out with her for her money. That's why Hannah still debates about becoming famous. Could she actually get used to that or would she just crack and not even be able to tolerate being a famous rock star.
Taking another sip of her coffee she took out her phone and looked at a text message from her mom. It said "Make sure to stop at the store on the way home. We need 2 gallons of 1% milk" Her mom was a fat freak. She would always count carbs, estimate daily workout, and she would even go out and do the whole, "i'm going to buy some clothes that are super tiny so I have a goal to work forward to." She was insane in Hannah's eyes.
She rolled her eyes at the text message and replied "Ok just don't wait up for me if i'm not home right away. I'm kind of busy right now." The only thing she did like about her mother was...she would give her all the freedom she wanted as long as she did things for her in return. Seemed fair enough for her. But even though she had all these things to think about, Tristan kept popping back up inside her mind and it was just close enough to drive her insane.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 16:39:46 GMT -5
SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH [/color] SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OHH[/font][/CENTER] Tristan looked down again, turning slightly pink. "Yeah... I know....but I'm not looking for sluts.I just want someone that will like me for me.. and not just cause I'm a guy.. He said, not looking up. He looked a deep breath, then looked at her. I really don't like sluts. They are gross. And just for the record. A lot of the guys don't like sluts. He laughed. He hated the slutty girls. They just wanted sex more then anything else. they didn't care about the guys, they just wanted their junk more then anything.
Yeah. It's fine. Really. Your not screaming at me about it, so it's all good... He said, looking down. He didn't like when people asked about his past, but he would put up with it for a bit, but not very long. He tried to think of something else, but all that came up in his mind was Hannah. He sighed and slammed his head into the table, almost knocking his coffee over. He sighed loudly and looked up. He blinked at her and sat up, and took a sip of his coffee.
WORD COUNT LAZY LYRICS DON'T TRUST ME BY 3OH!3 STATUS Your not superman. TAG Morgan NOTES Nopeee CREDITS CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE !?
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 16:52:51 GMT -5
Hannah smiled when he said that he didn't like sluts. Maybe because she knew she wasn't a slut so she would have a pretty good chance. "Well I know this is going to sound insanely cheesy but your perfect girl is out there waiting for you and might even be waiting for you too." she was right. It was very cheesy. And the whole time she said that she thought about herself being the girl he is wishing for...but that was just her hope.
She smiled again and even giggled a bit when he said Yeah. It's fine. Really. Your not screaming at me about it, so it's all good... " That really made her happy to know that he at least liked her as a friend. She wondered why he put his head down when he talked about him and how he completely despised sluts. She was happy he wasn't completely crazy about girls who like sex all the time. She smiled at his comment about how they wanted their junk more then anything "I would drink to that" She said smiling at him. She got a weird look on her face when he banged his head on the table. She grabbed the coffee to make sure it didn't fall. She cleaned up a drop that came out. "Hey what's wrong?"
It seemed just a little bit ago he was fine and now he was banging his head against the table? And for some reason she still was interested in him. And she really took his "like me for me" thing. It really got to her. She felt a tear well up in her eye thinking about the times she was stabbed in the back, betrayed, hurt, and she almost couldn't stand it. She looked down at her lap and bit her lip as the tear fell from her eye. She didn't want him to see. Especially to make him think that she was weak. Another thing that would just ruin it.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 17:07:48 GMT -5
Haha. Your right, that was cheesy. But I suppose it could be true. He said, not really thinking that there was someone out there for him. Maybe she was out there, or she was just like him and dead already waiting for him. He didn't know for sure. He looked up at her. "Well... I was just thinking That's all." He said, after a moment when she asked if he was okay. He blinked at her, trying to clear his mind, but it didn't work. He wanted a cigarette at the moment, but it would be very rude to just light up now, and it was illegal to light up in a place inside anyway. He would just have wait, though he didn't want to.
"I'm fine." He said. His forehead was red from him slamming his head into the table. Even if the table wasn't very hard, he still had enough to hurt himself. Are you looking for a certain guy? He asked, trying to get the focus off of him, and asked her a question for a change.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 17:23:40 GMT -5
Hannah wiped the tear right away from her eye but still looked at her lap. She didn't even want to talk right now. She would sound like she was crying and yes she was but again, she didn't want him to see that. She right now made sure her eyes weren't watery and she lifted her head. And obviously he hadn't noticed because he didn't say anything. She was kinda surprised when he asked about her. "Well yeah I guess. I'm not very lucky in that department. Whenever I get close to a guy they just go away from me. Is there something wrong with me? I've had a few boyfriends but that was only because they wanted ass and money. Nothing more."
Hannah could feel her eye start to water up again. And she couldn't use the allergies excuse. Mostly because she didn't have allergies. "I've just never had luck with guys. Maybe I don't have someone out there for me." Well now she just sounded like she was trying to get sympathy but that wasn't what she was doing at all. In fact she wanted the opposite affect.
Hannah put her guitar back in her case. She should've put it back in earlier but obviously she was too distracted to remember. She unplugged the amp and turned it off. She wouldn't play until tonight when she had free time in between classes and social activities. Including her still looking for a band to join. It had been a 5 year search. Still nothing. She was in one, but it sucked balls. Nothing could be worse then that one. She couldn't even think about it.
Hannah stared out the window hoping that something magnificent out happen but she knew that was a wish that was never going to come true. For once she thought about a different thing. Being accepted by Tristan. It still involved Tristan but she had to put up with it obviously. She had thought about him so much she should be used to it by now.[/center]
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 17:40:42 GMT -5
Tristan looked at her. He felt kinda bad for her. There wasn't anything wrong that he could see. He moved himself out of the booth and pushed in with her. Hey. Don't cry.Shh. Does it make you feel any better that I've only had one girlfriend before? When i was like 12. He said. He put his arm around her shoulders. he tucked a piece of her hair out of her face. I can tell you this right now. Nothings is wrong with you. Any guy would be glad to have you as their girl. He smiled at her. He held her shoulders tightly, bringing her close to him. He just felt bad for her. From what he could see, nothing was wrong with her at all. She was sweet, kind, and she had a very good personality. And she played guitar. Bonus points under his list.
Don't think that your not good enough. They just weren't good enough for you. Tristan said. He thought for a minute, before putting his hand under her chin, tilted her head up, and kissed her for a minute. He pulled away from her and looked at her. Your perfect the say you are. Don't think that you aren't anything special, cause you are. He said. He smiled at her and kept holding her tightly next to him.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 17:54:46 GMT -5
Hannah was shocked at his move over next to her. She felt really comfortable in his arms. And before she could even finish the thought they were kissing each other. Something that she had been thinking about for a while was being with him. And right now she felt like it. She laid her head on his shoulder and said "Thanks. And yeah it kinda does. I don't know how a guy like you could go so long without a girlfriend? That just wouldn't seem right." He was funny, sweet, charming, and romantic, sensitive. Everything she wanted in a guy. And plus, he understood her. That was something extra that she hadn't even thought of before.
She continued to look out the window but now, she smiled. She chuckled a bit looking at the slut that was jealous of her earlier. Now she looked like her blue eyes went to green in the blink of an eye. Hannah felt special. She was more comfortable then she could ever be wrapped up in his arms and she couldn't think of any place else she would be then right there beside him. Talking, laughing. This was one of the good days she would experience. She would get a couple of those every so often but they never involved something like this to happen. Especially when it's with a guy she was interested in and liked a lot. "you know considering the fact that we just met, I say this is going pretty well." She smiled up at him full of happiness.
All she wanted to do was show him how happy she was and how he got her there. It was just that type of moment that you wouldn't want to end. The one and the only that would reply in your head a thousand times. The one where you would tell your kids about love and togetherness. For at that very moment she could only be there in his arms. Hannah at first thought it was a dream. It wasn't. This was real and she was going to live up every second of it. It would be the memory she would never forget.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 18:13:43 GMT -5
Tristan looked away from her. I think I know a few reasons why.. He mumbled. He was the kind of guy that would kill himself. And even if she did go out with him, he would still end up killing himself no matter what happened. He smiled at her, looking back at her before kissing the top of her head. well, you are special. You really are. He said. He really liked her. She was nice too. He really liked her. He smiled at her when she leaned on his shoulder. He sighed a bit. Not that she wasn't someone to like, but he didn't want to like her. He didn't want to love anyone.
He leaned his head on her's. He didn't want to like her, but he couldn't stop himself from liking her. He looked at her. Yeah.. I know...Do you wanna hang out sometime? He asked, pausing a lot as she spoke. He wasn't to sure if he wanted to, but hey, he would if she wanted.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 18:24:59 GMT -5
Hannah looked into his eyes at his comment. She was kinda surprised but hey she always thought down about herself too so who was she to judge. She kissed his cheek in return of the kiss on the head. She was so happy and couldn't stand it. It was lifted even higher when he asked her if she wanted to hang out. "I would love to." She said not too impulsive but sweetly. She wouldn't let all of her happiness out right now at that moment.
Hannah sighed as she remembered that she had to run and get the milk. Of course her mother had to ruin everything in her life. And this right now was unacceptable. She couldn't let one thing slip by. Why couldn't she just go out and get her own milk? Like she was going to drink any of it. She sat there and thought that maybe she should bring whole milk home just to piss her off. Or tell her that she looked fat even though she was most likely the skinniest thing on the whole damn planet.
She looked up at him and into his deep blue eyes and said "Listen I got to go, I have to run to the store and pick up stupid milk for my mom. But I'll see you around ok?" She took out a napkin and a pen and wrote her number. "See ya. Don't hesitate to give me a call k?" She got up, passed the jealous slut, and walked out of the coffee shop with her coffee in hand.
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