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Post by ryder allen sanford on Mar 7, 2012 16:54:41 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] L E A D S T O N O W H E R E | | [atrb=width,240] Ryder groaned as her awoke. He refused to open his eyes simply because of the pounding headache he had already begun to feel. He knew the light would sting his eyes. He could feel his arm draped around a petite frame, he was completely unsure as to the small figure was. But he was comfortable. He cuddled into the girl, covering his eyes with free hand and yawning.
He knew it had been a successful night for two reasons .One, Ryder never ever got hangovers. He probably had been high too just because he could handle his liquor pretty well. But this was unreal. He honestly couldn't remember anything past Bobby dropping by to get one of her mothers pans. He paused in his thoughts, had Bobby ever left? He slowly remembered handing her a glass of wine and her sitting across the counter from him. He remembered bantering back and forth...and he sort of remembered kissing her. His body was stiff. No way. He han't kissed her, she hated him. His caramel eyes shot open, much to his dismay. The migrain shot through his system almost instantly, but at this point he was past caring.
Sure enough, the small frame that was occupying his arms was Bobby joe. He sort of gasped, his eyes widening. "Bobby, wake up" he hissed softly. He wasn't disgusted, just scared. He had barely gotten her to like him enough to sit and have a conversation with him...this would only bring them back to square one. The pair had been friends for nearly as long as he and will had been friends for. He ran his fingers absentmindedly through her blonde locks which was currently occupying more of his pillow than his head. "Bobby, c'mon. Don't freak out, but wake up." he wanted to know if she remembered any more of last night than he had. How much wine HAD they had? He sighed quietly, covering his face for a moment, trying his best to ignore the splitting pain of his headache. "What the hell did we do last night?" he asked, afraid to peer under the sheets. He was positive the two fo them were nude. | [atrb=width,100]words ,370 words tagged ,Bobby notes ,OUTFIT Kind of waited forever for this ;D |
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Post by bobby joe allen on Mar 7, 2012 18:44:38 GMT -5
Bobby, couldn't begin to wrap her mind around why her whole body was aching and it felt like at any possible moment the entire contents of her stomach were going to come spewing up her throat. Her first thought was that she had maybe eaten something bad the night before. But that thought right there hit her as weird, because she couldn't even remember the night before. Had she been roofied? The thought hit her like a ton of bricks but she quickly pushed it aside and tried to think rationally. Of course she hadn't, if she had of she wouldn't be in her own comfy bed right now. So, she counted that thought out and tried to think up something else. The last thing she remembered was coming over to Ryder's house to get her mother's old pan. Oh gosh, Ryder's house. That was her last memory. Being at Ryder's house and drinking wine. Shit, wine was bad. She was an extreme lightweight.
It was at this moment that she became painfully aware that this was not in fact as comfy as her own bed, that someone was playing with her hair, and Ryder's voice was telling her to wake up. Her eyes shot open and she sat straight up, knocking his arms out of the way. But, as soon as the motion was over she regretted it. With a slight groan of agony she jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. She may hate Ryder, but their parents had been friends and her father had forced her to keep in touch with him so she knew the layout of the house off by heart. Her quick rush to the bathroom was, thankfully, quick enough and she made it to the toilet in time for everything to come out of her mouth. She hated throwing up. Hated it with a passion. That was why she didn't drink. Bobby was such a lightweight that after two drinks she'd have a hangover. Sure, it might not be one that made her puke, but all her hangovers made it feel like she would.
As she hugged the toilet she tried to also keep her hair out of her face. This is not an easy task when you're busy heaving up yesterdays food and drink. She had heard Ryder's question of what had happened that night, but she was too preoccupied to answer. After a bit, she felt a bit better and just curled up beside the flush. Just then, did she notice that her body was void of any clothing. Her face flushed, more then it already had been from puking, and she tried her best to cover herself up with her legs and arms. If she hadn't felt so bad and her voice not so weak and pathetic, there would of been a hard edge to it as she voiced her thoughts to Ryder. "I have no idea. What the Hell did happen. You tell me." It wasn't as strong or as mad she'd of liked it to be... but, it was all she could muster up.
--I know eh? haha. outfitttt
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Post by ryder allen sanford on Mar 7, 2012 22:59:06 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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The egotistical part of him was proud. He'd had the one girl who honestly wanted nothing to do with him. Then the secret coveted part of him, the part that had always somewhat loved her for hating him...felt horrible. He'd pictured the pair together a few times, but he always figured they would be sober. He cleared his throat, running his hand through his mess of hair. "I think...we slept together" he said finally, kneeling beside her and holding her hair. She looked so miserable, even the cocky side of him began to feel bad. "Bobby? Have you ever been with anyone before?" he asked hesitantly, sitting back as she laid beside the toilet.
He got up for a second, grabbing a blanket from the back of his couch and placing it over her naked frame. This was the first time ryder was seeing a naked girl and not wanting to just bone her. He actually cared that she was potentially heartbroken. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, babe...But i'm sorry." she sighed and sort of hid his head in his hands. "On the bright side, I doubt you're pregnant. I almost never forget protection." he shrugged and bit his lip. "Do you want coffee?" he asked softly. | [atrb=width,100]words ,370 words tagged ,Bobby notes ,OUTFIT Kind of waited forever for this ;D |
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Post by bobby joe allen on Mar 12, 2012 13:39:38 GMT -5
"I think...we slept together. Bobby? Have you ever been with anyone before?"
Bobby looked up at him through her lashes, a miserable look in her eyes as she groaned and tried to hold her stomach inside of her. "No shit." It was obvious they had slept together. For one, they had woken up naked and in bed together. Number two, she was sore as hell down there. As a matter of fact, her whole body was tired and sore. Well, that might just be the hangover talking, she wouldn't know since she had never had one before. As the full impact of it hit her, Bob's eyes started to water. "No, i haven't. I wanted to wait... to wait for... i don't know." To wait for anything really, anything that would of made it mean something. Something more then just a drunken night of fun. But, no, it had only been a drunken time.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, babe...But i'm sorry. On the bright side, I doubt you're pregnant. I almost never forget protection."
Panic hit her like a brick. Pregnant. Protection. She had never had sex before so she had never had to worry about that stuff before. Now though... now she couldn't even remember. "Protection. Is there any evidence it was used. Any at all." A used condom, a wrapper... Anything to put her mind at ease. This was pure hell, the not knowing what had happened or what was going to happen. Her father.... he was probably worried out of his mind for her. No, chances were he hadn't even noticed she was still gone. That put her mind to rest slightly, but not enough to stop her stomach from turning again and again as her thoughts tumbled around her mind. Bob needed to know if they had used to condom. Just the fact that she might be pregnant sent her into a spiral. "Please tell me we used protection at least." Bobby's voice was a bit of a whine as she tried not to puke.
"Do you want coffee?"
"Coffee... You can think of coffee at a time like this..." She was in shock, and he wanted to know if she wanted any coffee... How could he be so nonchalant about it all? But, then again. He was a bit of a whore and probably did stuff like this all the time. When you looked like that and had girls throwing themselves at you... she imagined it would be hard to say no. But, she wasn't making up excuses for him. No, she would not do that. What he did to girls was wrong. No excuse could make up for that, even with his history. Yes, she felt bad for how hard his life had been... It was still no excuse though.
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Post by ryder allen sanford on Mar 12, 2012 21:18:09 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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"At least i'm not a stranger?" he added, hoping he could calm her nerves. Part of him was equally scared, but the part of him that was used to this panic just let it go. The only difference between this morning and any other day after was that he'd always cared about Bobby. He loved her, to some extent. Though he knew the two of them would probably never work out properly, a small part of him wanted to love her. He paused at her question, "...If we dug through my trash can for used condoms you'd be shocked at how many you'll find..." he mumbled, somewhat embaressed. Maybe he was the bad guy in all of this. She was so naive and innocent. He felt so terrible for hurting her.
Ryder faltered, "Bobby...It did mean something." he said finally, clearing his throat. "I've cared about you for a while, so it meant somethign to me. You're never gonna be just some other chick. You don't throw yourself at me, you don't idolize my voice or even find me remotely funny...you treat me the same way you did before i hit puberty. He snorted softly, kneeling down beside her. "So i'm sorry it ended up this way, but eventually I probably would have asked you on a date, only to have you laugh in my face" he winked at her, hoping that something he said would seem humerous to her. He jjust wanted to see her smile.
He heaved a sigh, leaning back against the wall and pulling her close to him. "Just relax for a second, Bobby Joe. Breathe, and we'll figure this out" he mumbled. Out of habit, he rested his head on her shoulder. Part of him hated the thoguht of her being pregnant, a bigger part of him hated the idea of killing the fetus if she WAS pregnant. He wanted to suggest taking ehr out to get the morning after pill, just to be safe. But the possibility of actually killing something terrified him. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. "This is weird that I'm actually sitting here giving a fuck that you're upset" he grunted, scooting away just a little bit.
Relationships never lasted. Happiness was an illusion. Ryder wasn't about to be fooled by life's practical jokes. | [atrb=width,100]words ,370 words tagged ,Bobby notes ,OUTFIT Kind of waited forever for this ;D |
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