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Post by Tyrone Herendez on Aug 10, 2008 13:04:00 GMT -5
Tyrone Herendez was sick of being home with his dog and no one in the house. It grew boring and there was nothing on TV but the stupid ads on and talk shows. He hadnt made it in time to rent a movie or anything. So he decided to just get off his lazy ass and go to the metro, which was a very wild club. He had been here many times and always had a blast. Tyrone had decided to take the local bus as transport instead of calling up a freind. Or he could have walked. But he was feeling to lazy. He was wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a black t shirt covered by a white hoodie with graphette writting all over it by his friends. He had on high top converse which were black, white and red. His hair the normual curly mess on his head. He got off the bus and made his way down the street. He was one that when it was nessarry, he would get slightly tipsy. Like he may tonight, why not? Tyrones family was gone all week.
Once he arrived at the club, he pushed open the doors and walked into it. It was wild and he was attacked with the loud beats and the smelll of alcohol. He wrinkled his nose when he smelt a ciggerettes. Tyrone showed the people at the front his fake ID to get any farther. Like always they let him past and he tried to not crack up while he was close to them. He had to act all serious and mature. He walked down the stairs to the dance floor. He pushed his way threw the teenagers. Then he got to the sitting area, he sat down. He let out a long sigh and looked around for a waiter. Once he spotted one, he ordered Could I have a rootbeer for now. and he payed the money. Waiting for his drink to arrive. He spotted no one he knew. He would have a some what relaxig night. In a way he really wanted to meet a girl. He recently met this other girl named Bridget. He may like her. He didnt really know yet. Maybe she would turn up.
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Post by ``Charity Davis on Aug 10, 2008 14:25:49 GMT -5
Charity was bored to tears. She didn't want to spend the evening at home, watching reruns on TV, and she didn't want to go to the bookstore and watch Bridget spend an of so eventful four hours picking out books. So, she put on her dancing shoes, and headed over to Metro. Unlike many of the other girls at the club, she wasn't dressed like a Britney Spears-wannabe slut. In fact, with the skirt she was wearing, she felt uncomfortable in it. She was a jeans person, and this was pretty much foregin territory. And, she felt like she was going to trip in the stupid heels. So, she made her way to the bar, and asked for a glass water. Maybe she would sit this one out, and people watch. Charity's Outfit. |
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Post by Tyrone Herendez on Aug 10, 2008 14:55:41 GMT -5
Tyrone had received his drink, at last. He was all of a sudden very thirsty. He opened the bottle and put the bottle cap down on a near by table. The song was Shawty Say by Lil Wayne and David Banner it was one of his favorite songs. But he didn’t want to dance yet. Then he realized that he didn’t want a beer or vodka today. So he would stick with root beer. He grew bored of just sitting there. He got up and made his way over to bar. He sat down on a stool next to this girl who seemed a little uncomfortable. It then clicked. Bridget had shown him a picture of this girl, her name was Charity Davis. He decided to say something.
He said Hey. The names Tyrone. You can call me Ty. I am friends with Bridget Hampton, he smiled at her. Then drank a little more of his root beer. He looked around at all the girls who though they were all that, dressed up like sluts and tried to use any guy they saw. He hated those kind of girls. He had never had a girl friend like that. He had only three before. Tyrone was a boy who liked to play hard to get. He ran a hand threw his curly locks of hair. He looked back at Charity.
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Post by ``Charity Davis on Aug 10, 2008 18:00:17 GMT -5
"Do I know you?" Charity asked, to the strange guy. "And more over, how the heck do you know Bee?" Charity had a tendancy to be protective over her shy friend. Taking another sip of her cold water, she considered dumping the water on the guy. If he even tried to do anything, he would wake up with a thousand bruises.
Charity did a once over on the guy. Sure he was cute, but didn't mean he wasn'y a crazy, doped up, physco killer. He looked about her age, sixteen, and seemed okay. But one thing Charity had learned in her sixteen years, was to never, ever trust anyone.
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Post by Tyrone Herendez on Aug 10, 2008 18:11:52 GMT -5
Tyrone was not one to trust strangers. But usually girls just went insane over him. His mom said it was because of his hair and eyes. But his dad said that is because he was so smart that they use him to do his school work and anything else they need to get threw life. He ignored his dad on that. It was true with some girls. When the girl seemed to freak out and get all tense, he decided maybe to back off. He replied I met Bee a couple days ago at the lake. We are sort of friends now and she talked a lot bout you. he started to wish he had never opened his mouth. He looked sheepishly away. He wasn’t trying to make a move on her or anything. Tyrone bit his lower lip gently and looked out at the dance floor. He spotted a few people he knew now, but they were people who were preppy and sluts. They always tried to get him. But the best he could do was just ignoring them, he didn’t make eye contact with any of them. He knew it would be deadly. He said If you don’t believe me you can call her up now. Also if you don’t want me around I can just go back to were I was. he shrugged and then stood up. He brushed him self off and looked one last time at Charity.
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 10, 2008 18:37:48 GMT -5
"Lemme guess...your used to a gazillion girl fawning over you? Uh huh. Thought so. But I'm not the average girl, you see. I am from Hell and now I'm here to take your soul," Charity said, sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "And, I wouldn't advise calling Bridge. She'll bit your head off if you interrupt her while she's at the book store." Charity said, recalling the time Bridget bitched her out.
Charity motioned the bartender to get her another glass of water. She was thirsty. In the background, she could hear the song Shake It playing, and she was tempted to dance. But, in those darned heels, she would probably break an ankle. She moved her sweaty side bangs off her forehead and sighed. It was going to be a long night.
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Post by Tyrone Herendez on Aug 11, 2008 11:41:52 GMT -5
All Tyrone could do at that point was to give up. He was sort of used to that and truthfully he was starting to be to much like his father. So he said Alright I get it. You don’t want to talk to me. Ill just be over there and here all fucking night, bored out of my mind. Just to tell you I am not some psycho guy trying to hit on you. I am only seventeen. and he walked over to the booths and sat there. Not looking back at the girl. He had a feeling that he may have screwed up with yet again another girl. Then his phone buzzed as he received a text from Max his brother. He rolled his eyes and then bit his lower lip. He replied and then had an idea. He had heard Charity’s advice with not calling, but what if he had texted her? He decided just a quick one that just said hey, what’s up? I just met your friend charity, blah blah and much more. He knew that she wouldn’t reply for awhile. But it was fine and he knew his brothers would be texting him and annoy him out of his mind.
After the text he put away his phone and looked around the big room. He knew he should at least dance or chill with his friends. Then it was the song shake it by metro station. He liked this song and decided to get up. He danced with a group of sophomores and juniors. He all of a sudden felt light headed; it must be the strong smell of beer and smoke. They all noticed he was sort of falling and they helped him over to a booth and laid him on the bench part, they told him to shut his eyes and were all panicked and so they went and got him water. He brought his hands to his head and then rubbed his eyes. Then when he opened his eyes he saw white dots and a girls face. For a moment he thought it was one of the slutty girls and then his vision cleared and he still had problems seeing who it was. Tyrone groaned and then was told to sit up by one of his friends Chris or Trevor, he did as he was told. He was hand the water. He took a few sips and then looked at the girl again. His heart nearly stopped. It was Charity Davis.
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Post by ``Charity Davis on Aug 12, 2008 0:07:56 GMT -5
"Well, your finally up. Thought you were dead for a moment," Charity said, letting the sentence hang in the air for a moment. "Here," She said, holding out a hand. "Up. Slow, though. You might get a head rush." She knew a lot about things like that; after all when her mother was in that bad accident a few years ago, she had spent a lot of time at the hopsital, and she learned a lot from that.
"More water?" She asked, motioning to the glass, still on the table. To be honest, she was thirtsy, wanted wanted a soda or something sugary, but she knew she should stay with Tyrone until he felt better. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she stifled a yawn. She was getting tired.
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Post by Tyrone Herendez on Aug 12, 2008 18:36:07 GMT -5
With her help he was helped to a more comfortable position. He said hoarsely Thanks a lot. and then ran his hands down his face. He sort of leaned back into the booth. He licked his dry lips and then put his hands by his side. When he was offered more water, he nodded and reached his hand out to gently grab the glass of water out of Charity’s hand. He looked around and saw his other friends headed back towards them. They had an ice pack, food and beer. Which was for them, of course they wouldn’t want to remember what happened tonight. So they were going to drown there memories in beer and not being sober. He rolled his eyes and then he blinked. His vision grew stronger. He rubbed his eyes and then looked back at Charity; he smiled and then realized that she was really pretty and pretty hot. But he wouldn’t rush anything with her. He wouldn’t mind just being her friend. He drank some more of the water and then a random girl came at him and sat on his lap.
He jumped and growled Get off. then girl didn’t get it and he gave her a shove, the girl was drunk and he was being a good little boy and leaving the slut alone and make sure that she didn’t regret anything. He sure would, doing it with a drunken blonde. He wouldn’t actually do it with her if he was sober but of course if she was forcing him to when he was drunk, then he would. Then the girl went off to her little crowd of girls. He had a head rush and shut his eyes. Letting out a gentle moan and then he drank the rest of the water. Then a yawn came, he was tired and when he opened his eyes he looked at the time. It was 11:30pm. He rolled his eyes and then he looked back at Charity and asked So are we cool now? Bridget talk to you bout me and how I am not a stalker? he just wanted to make sure. Even though it was kind of obvious that she was cool with him.
Then his friends handed him pretzels, candy and some other things to eat. They said they were leaving. Trevor said Hey girl. Take care of him for uss alright? and then they were gone.
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 12, 2008 20:29:16 GMT -5
Charity rolled her eyes at the jerks Tyrone called 'friends'. "No, Bridget most certainly did not talk to me. And I bet you texted her. " Charity said, with a smirk, knowing she was right. "Oh, and I have to say this; your friends? Their jerks." She couldn't help but laughing a bit.
Undoing her hair, she shook it out. Running a hand through it, she quickly tied it back into her glossy ponytail. God, she was sooo thirsty. "I'll be right back, just need a drink of water or something," She said, mentally adding she needed to clear her head. After the bartender gave her another glass of water, she downed it in twenty seconds, and asked for a refill. After getting the glass back, she walked back over to the table, and sat down, with a sigh.
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Post by Tyrone Herendez on Aug 12, 2008 23:06:03 GMT -5
  Tyrone laughed at her comment. Then he moaned when it hurt his head and chest. He nodded his head and then said Trust me. They are truly hard core jerks to girls and guys. I don’t know why I hang out with them. I trust them with some of my life. and he ran a hand threw his curly locks of hair. He nodded as she wanted to go for a minuet. He then decided to lay back and shut his eyes. The music was beating hard and he pulled his hood over his head and shut his eyes. Tyrone was just resting his eyes and relaxing. He pulled his knees up, leaving his feet at the end of the bench. He tapped his foot ever so slightly to the beat of the music. Then he heard some one in the chair up close to the booth bench. He opened both eyes and raised his head a little. He saw Charity. He noticed that she looked really tired. He him self was losing his energy and he asked Want to get out of here? Ill walk you home if you want. If not you can just walk home by yourself. the teenager boy propped himself on his elbows. Tyrone bit his lower lip and blinked. He needed to get out of here. |
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Post by ``Charity Davis on Aug 12, 2008 23:13:19 GMT -5
"I have my car. Why? You need a ride?" Charity asked. Even if he said no, she would give him a ride. He looked waaay too tired to walk home by himslef, and one of those leechy girls would probably slip him a sleeping pill and he'd more than likely wake up in a stranger's bed.
Charity got her car keys out, and stood up. She was ready to get out of this place. She pulled out her cell phone, to check the time. Seeing it was a little after midnight, she knew that if she stayed much longer she would be out all night. She didn't have a curfew, but in her head she gave herself one so that she didn't wind up being raped or something.
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Post by Tyrone Herendez on Aug 12, 2008 23:37:05 GMT -5
Tyrone then swung his legs over the benches edge and then sat up fully. He pondered, did he need a ride? He did live like ten blocks away. But he was way to tired and a lazy bum to walk all the way home. He said Yeah. If you wouldn’t mind, could I get a ride to my house? it would be really weird if they lived on the same street. Tyrone shrugged and then pushed himself to stand up. He didn’t get a head rush or anything. He was very relieved that he didn’t pass out or anything. He chugged the rest of his drink. Then he started to head for the door. He was glad to be able to leave and get to go home. He would sleep for hours. He could tell from his sleepiness. He asked Wait. What street do you live on? I don’t want to make it hard and out of your way. he looked over his shoulder at her.
[ooc- sorry, its kind of lame. I am running low on muse.] |
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Post by ``Charity Davis on Aug 12, 2008 23:47:57 GMT -5
"Clearhill. 'Bout ten, eleven block away, maybe," She said, as they walked out into the parking lot. Spotting her car, a white Mustang, she unlocked it. The inside lit up with a blue-ish tint, something she had added. Turning on her Shaker 1000 sterio, she asked "What kinda music do ya like?"
She hoped he didn't say something like hard metal, because she hated it, and to her, it was waaay too loud. Tossing her purse into the tiny space that was the backseat, she put the key in the ignition, and began backing out of the parking lot.
ooc; that was kinda suckish lmao
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