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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 18:33:48 GMT -5
SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH [/color] SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OHH[/font][/CENTER] Tristan sat in the middle of the hall with his guitar on his lap. He really felt like being an ass and in the way. Well, there was a chance that Hannah would walk by, and that just made him smile. Even if he wasn't going to live longer then maybe a week, he still liked her a lot. Playing his guitar, he sat there, in the complete way as a lot of people walked by, glaring at him. He was kicked a few times, but he didn't move. The pain felt good to him. He loed pain. He was strange, and loved pain.
He looked up every once in a while, but didn't want to move. He would only move if Hannah wanted him to, or if a teacher asked him too. But a lot of teachers already knew his story, and knew that he didn't want to do something, then he wouldn't. They knew that he was suicidal, and they wouldn't really be surprised if they found him dead one day.
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 19:36:06 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- you crave attention, you can never say no[/i] EVERYBODY WANTS YOU . EVERYBODY WANTS YOU .you throw your affections any way the wind blows
[/i] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hannah walked down the hall wearing blue today. She always had this thing where she would pick a color and wear that for the day. Today she had on a light gray, black, and blue spaghetti strapped tank tops. And she wore black skinny jeans, plus blue high tops. That was the cherry on top of a good outfit. Hannah more then anything just wanted to see Tristan again today. She still had thoughts about their last encounter. She was so happy then and she was now. The only thing that would make it worse is if she found that Tristan wasn't who he really was, but even if he was different, maybe she could accept that too.
Hannah whistled and swung her guitar case about. She had just replaced the strings on her guitar and fine tuned it to sound like it had come from the angels. Hannah looked down and hall. And there a few yards away, was Tristan. A wide smile filled her face as she approached him. She now couldn't wait to start the rest of the day with him. She felt like a little school girl with a crush, but the school girl already had the crush in her grasp, now all she had to do was enjoy it.
She walked up next to Tristan and said "Well, look who it is? Didn't expect to see you here." She smiled at him brightly thanking god she had braces in 8th grade. Hannah pulled her knees up to her chest as she sat on the ground next to him. She watched a couple people pass by but paid no attentinon.
[/b][/color]Boo! Did I scare you? words:too lazy to count tag:Joey!! outfit:Black, light gray, and blue spaghetti strap tanktops, blue on top. Black skinny jeans. And blue high tops template credit: BETTERDAYS!banner credit:BETTERDAYS! lyris credit: everybody wants you - billy squier notes:Anything can happen [/ul][/color][/font][/align]
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 19:55:56 GMT -5
Tristan looked up as Hannah sat down next to her. He leaned over to her and kissed her cheek. Hey babe. Sup? He said. He smiled at her. He watched as a lot of people looked at them, a few kicked him a few times. He would just make a noise every time that they kicked him. He smiled a bit, and moved close to her. He watched as the hall started to empty. He leaned over to her, kissed her lips and smiled. He smiled at her and kissed her again. He really liked her. A lot. He pulled her closed to him and smiled at her.
He smiled at her, kissed her again. He liked her a lot more then he thought. He really did like her, but if she screamed and broke up with him, then he would end up cutting his throat open and making sure that he wouldn't get up. Ever. He smiled at her and had one arm around her waist.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 20:21:37 GMT -5
Hannah kissed him back. She loved to kiss him and she had realized that ever since the first time they met and he pushed his soft and moist lips against hers. She just let him keep kissing her and after that she laid her head on his shoulder. "Nothing much. Just happened to be walking through the halls." She lifted her head and smiled wide. Not forced, just something that came natural like all smiles should be.
Hannah took out her guitar too. She started to tune it and turned to him and said "You need a guitar buddy? I'm in the strumming mood." She smiled yet agian. This was a grin more then a smile and she felt good. She watched as a few people left as they just sat there and did nothing. She hoped that no teachers would walk out and tell them to leave. So she thought about keeping her amp on level 1. Maybe 2.
Hannah had her acoustic guitar today so it was a little different but she pulled it out and started to play 21 guns by Green day. She loved the bridge where it's just Billy Joe singing and him playing the guitar. It was the best part in her view. She started to strum it. When she was done she brushed her bangs out of her face, turned to tristan, and grinned.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 20:35:15 GMT -5
He smiled at her, kissing her again. He got kicked in the back hard and he pulled away from her quickly. Fuck that hurt!! He said, trying to rub were it hurt, but couldn't reach it. He gave up after a moment and leaned over to her again. "I would love a guitar buddy. He said. His mouth, his lips, his breath all tasted like smoke from a cigarette. Of course he has been smoking only 5 minutes before he sat down in the middle of the hall. He smiled at her, and started to play with her. He loved his dark red bass with the skull painted on it. He was the one to airbrush the skull onto it. And it added to it.
He stopped playing after she did and leaned over to kiss her. He really liked her ,a lot. Maybe Love. Well. I'm glad you were in the halls. Wanna ditch class with me and stay here? All I got is study hall that i don't wanna go to. he said, smiling his white teeth at her. He wanted her to stay with him. God knows that no one would stay in study hall anyway. He leaned over to her and kissed her again. Not pulling away for a good minute before moving over closer to her. Tristan really did like her. She would kill him inside if she ever told him she hated him.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 20:49:45 GMT -5
Hannah laughed a little at his attempts to rub the hurt on his back. "here" She said. She scooted close to him and rubbed his back. "I give a mean back rub." She said smiling. She kissed back full of passion at the makeout. She just wanted to stay there with him, and so she did. "Yeah I would love to. The only thing I will miss is holding back enough energy not to stab the shit out of my teacher." She rolled her eyes at a couple preps passing by who were checking out Tristan. She tripped the one closest to her. When she hit the ground she said "Oops. Sorry." She said very snotty like.
Hannah laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She was very tired and she didn't even know why. She yawned with her eyes still closed and was completely unaware of everything besides Tristan.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 19, 2009 21:00:16 GMT -5
Tristan smiled at her. Thank you. He said. He kissed her again, moved his body as close to her as he could manage. He kissed her again. His hands moved up to her face. He really did love her. He smiled in the kiss and kept on kissing her. Well, I don't need you arrested. So I'm glad. He said after he pulled away. He looked at her as a bunch of girls started at him and Hannah tripped one of them. He just smiled at her and let her lean against him. He kissed the top of her head. He wanted something... though that would evolve moving to the famous hook up closet, which he didn't really want to move that much. So, maybe they would wait. And then again, she said something about how guys only wanted to get in her pants, and he wanted to prove her wrong, though, he did want to get in her pants.
He tilted his head down to her face and kissed her again. He smiled at her. He was surprised she didn't say anything about how he tasted like a bunch of cigarettes. He could taste it still, but he liked the taste of it. She didn't say anything, did that mean she liked it too? Or she was just polite enough not to say anything about it.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 19, 2009 21:15:24 GMT -5
Hannah kissed him sentually and she had the sudden need to go somewhere a little more private. She kissed his cheek and started to kiss his neck. She stopped suddenly. "Sorry I get a little carried away." She looked down at her lap and could feel her face turn bright red. She picked her guitar back up and started to play again. She finished and laid her head back on him. She closed her eyes again and was about half asleep when she opened her eyes from a guy whistling at her. She was so mad. She was just about to stand up but then restrained herself from it. Self control was something that she needed to work on.
Hannah took out her phone and started to text. She played a few songs and then just for kicks sent a text to Tristan. She put it back into her pocket and took out her binder. She started to draw a flaming heart. She was decent at it because that was most likely the only thing she could draw and it wouldn't get better then that.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 13:53:08 GMT -5
Tristan smiled when she kissed him back. He looked at her when she pulled away and kissed his cheek. He looked at her before she started to kiss his neck. His head went back, his bangs in the the air. He looked at her as she pulled back suddenly. He frowned slightly. It's okay. I shouldn't have started a make out session in the hall way anyway with such a pretty girl. He teased. He deep breaths moved his rib cage up and down as she leaned on him. Hearing a guy whistle and Hannah, his hand shot up with the middle finger at the guy. Can't you see she's taken asshole? He asked after a moment. The guy just made a face at the sophomore and walked away.
Feeling his phone move in his pocket, then the song 'Schitzo" by Brokencyde. He moved and took out his phone. He glanced at the envy two screen, before opening it. He saw Hannah's name. He looked over at her with one eyebrow raised up. Any reason why you texted me, when I'm sitting not even 6 inches away from you? He asked. He shut his phone and put it back into his pocket. He leaned over to her and looked down at what she was drawing. He smiled at her. That's very pretty. He said after a moment. He kissed her cheek before leaning his head on her. You could tell that had been smoking. His whole body smelled like it. But he didn't care. He needed something to keep him awake.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 14:51:12 GMT -5
Hannah finished the picture and it turned out pretty well. She was not the best drawer but she was proud of this one. She was happy that Tristan stuck up for her when a guy was hitting on her. That made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Hannah just let him lay his head on her. It was very comfortable. [color=999999"No it's ok. I love to make out. So no harm done. Unless you liked it." [/color] She said looking into his eyes deeply. But she stopped her thought. She didn't want to move so fast into a relationship and whenever she did it would end up well...ending. Then again the guys were just using her. That made a memory of her first boyfriend pop up back inside her head but she turned her attention to being with Tristan. She laid her head on top of his and sighed. She was still tired but wasn't really in the mood to fall asleep in the middle of the hallway. She just wanted to go home but she would rather be sitting here with Tristan then anything else in the world at the moment. She looked over her picture and closed her binder but gently so that Tristan wouldn't have to move his head. She was a nice girl she had to admit. She just didn't want to be motherly nice...well at least not until she had a kid first. She smiled at Tristan when he asked about the text message. "No reason, I'm just bored I guess. I mean there are down sides to skipping class and just sitting in the hall. But it has it's upsides." She said looking at his head. She kissed the top of his head and made herself comfortable enough to fall asleep right there. And she could've been and she definitely thought she was. it would do her some good to get some sleep but for now it was ok to stay awake with Tristan. Plus she wasn't in the mood to be trampled after class.[/center] ooc://this is her drawing http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4925865/174567-main_Full.jpg
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 15:18:14 GMT -5
Tristan smiled at her. He pushed his face into her neck. He was exhausted and would fall asleep if he wasn't careful. He kissed her neck a few times and moved his face from her neck. He still had his head on her shoulder though. His blue/green eyes were somewhat bloodshot. He was exhausted, and he was up all night thinking. Thinking about if he wanted to wait a while to die, or just break up with her and kill himself then. Did he even want to mention suicide to her? Probably not his better idea. He kept his mouth shut about that.
Tristan was still thinking even now, his brain was so over tired that he wasn't even able to think right. He yawned, and tucked his head into her neck more. He was such a little baby sometimes. He was acting like this, cause he was tired, and she didn't seem to mind. He let out a huge sigh, still small poofs of smoke came out of his mouth, but they were dying off. He smoked so much, cause he knew he wasn't going to live just to suffer more. He blinked his bloodshot eyes, waiting to see what she would say.
I suppose there are. But it beats study hall were i would just be out cold on the desk for an hour. He said, yawning again. He pressed his face into her neck again.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 15:34:51 GMT -5
Hannah wrapped her arms around him like a hug as he dug his face in her neck. He was very comforting. She had her eyes shut but they opened when he puffed some smoke into her face. "Do you smoke? if you do it's ok." she said sweetly. She was never welcomed to smoking. As long as he didn't smoke around her then she would be perfectly fine with him smoking. She would be ok with him smoking as long as he didn't do drugs. That was something she couldn't tolerate and she wouldn't even try to tolerate It would drive her out of her mind.
She opened her eyes and kissed his forehead. She leaned her head back on the wall and closed her eyes. She could feel herself falling asleep. She looked down at her heart picture. She stroked it and hoped that her heart would never be in that condition again like it used to be and where she couldn't take it and resulted in trips to the hospital. When she was emo she wasn't just slightly. No it was deep, infected things that happened to her wrists and arms.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 15:48:16 GMT -5
Tristan nodded his head, though it was more of a his hair was now a huge mess then a nod. "Yes Ma'am He said. He could feel her moved and he he moved over with her, not wanting to lose his pillow. Yes, his pillow. He didn't want to fall asleep. Sorry if that got into your face... He mumbled into her neck. He moved his face out of her neck and moved so that his head was now in her lap. Boo. You make a good pillow, you know that? He said, before yawning again. DO NOT FALL ASLEEP!!!! He thought. He opened one eye at her smiling at her. He opened the other eye and stuck out his tongue. He sat up enough to kiss her then sat up completely, his knees on her lap.
He kissed her again, his hands on the ground near her hips. He smiled in the kiss and pulled away for air, before kissing her again. He moved his head away from her lips and rested his head on her shoulder, his head making a crashing noise as it hit the locker behind her. He moved again, next to her, his arm snaking its way around her waist. He buried his face into her again. He kissed her neck a few times, maybe four times before stopping.
"You know. I can't see why guys would use you. I like you. No I don't like you. I wuv you. He said, making his face lay on her shoulder, facing the hallway.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 16:09:31 GMT -5
Hannah smiled at him and said "It's fine. really." She kissed him back and loved the way he wasn't acting all sappy around her. She loved to see her man be a man and she was very pleased right now. "Well I'm glad to know that i'm comfortable." She giggled and stroked his head. She could tell he was trying really hard not to fall asleep and she was happy she was at least comforting to him. That was a good sign. She heard his head hit the locker. "Oh god you ok? You seem almost clumsier then I am and I don't think that's possible." She smiled at him. She tilted her head back naturally as he kissed her neck. She loved neck kisses. Either she was giving the kiss or receiving them she was just addicted to them.
She was shocked when he said that he loved or "wuved" her. That was a surprise. No one had ever told her that and actually meant it besides family. They were an acception. Hannah took out her phone as another text message was there from her mother. "Yes mom" She said in reply. She turned to Tristan and said "Who texts their daughter in the middle of school?" She took out hte phone when it buzzed again and it read."Sweetie are you skipping again?" She rolled her eyes and said "No now your going to get me in trouble. Bye" She didn't text back after that. "God my mom is so annoying and horrible. Probably wants me to pick up her protein shakes or something." She smiled at Tristan and sighed lookeing up at the ceiling.
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 16:23:39 GMT -5
He mumbled something, it sounded like a 'perfectly fine'. He yawned again. He hummed a bit, and sang one part from an All Time Low song that fit him perfectly if you knew his whole story.
Give me therapy I'm a walking travesty But I'm smiling at everthing Therapy, you were never a friend to me You can take back your misery
Tristan looked up at her, kissed her neck again and yawned. He was trying not to fall asleep. He shrugged. I don't know... never have. Never will. He said, still hoping that she would really shut up about family shit. He never had a real family, never will. Im Denken Sie daran, den Jungen mit keine Familie mehr als drei Mal angenommen He said, German coming from his lips. He was getting to tired to talk in English. It was his second language after all. His first language was German. Born and raised by three different German families.
He was born and raised in Germany, but you would think from the way he spoke English that he was from America, and not Germany. But he learned it when he was about eight, but will still speak German as teachers, May and when he's tired or angry because his brain goes back to his first language.
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