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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 25, 2008 15:30:56 GMT -5
Reagan looked down at her feet when he explained what he did to Liam, she sighed and looked up at him with her green eyes. She was trying to not show she cared. And was determined to make herself forget him, for the time being.
She hesitated again, and carefully swing her leg over the seat behind him. Shuffling to try and get comfortable and looking over at the doors of the club again anxiously. She eyed the helmet, "I'm not wearing that" She said with a slight laugh, although her laugh sounded weak.
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Post by jay on Jan 26, 2008 14:27:13 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
Jay sat in bliss, listening to the rhythmic purr of his beloved. When Reagan refused the helmet he pursed his lips irritably, and turned to glare at her.
“You crazy bitch,” he sang, smirking slyly, and then jabbed his finger at the helmet.
“You’re going to wear it and you’re going to fucking like it, got it?” he spat, glaring darkly. Jay could have serious mood swings sometimes. The wind blew lightly, and he shivered - he wasn’t wearing his biking leathers tonight. If he had a crash…he daren’t think of it.
“Or you walk home,” he added tersely, a coy half smile tugged at the side of his mouth.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 26, 2008 17:03:55 GMT -5
Reagan frowned and grabbed the helmet, twirling her blonde hair into a ponytail before shoving it over her head.
Her nose was crinkled up, but she really didn't want to walk home and she knew if she had driven her car home she would have ended up in hospital or something.
As she fixed the helmet, cursing under her breath, she wondered how she would get her car back to the school, she'd have to walk here to get it anyway.
"Fine" She muttered, as she finally had the helmet sorted, she supposed it was better than having bruises on her face and a broken nose or something.
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Post by jay on Jan 27, 2008 3:31:46 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
Jay laughed as she wrinkled up her nose and put on the helmet.
“Honestly, I don’t smell that bad,” he grinned, and revved the bike. He wondered if Reagan was going to grab hold of his waist or something. That’d really wind him up but…for Reagan, he’d put up with it. Sharing his beloved wasn’t something he did readily.
“Hold on tight!” he yelled above the roar, and kicked up the stand and pushed off in one practiced movement, rolling it at a steady speed to the exit of the car park. The road was still fairly busy at this time of night, it wasn’t remarkably late yet, and he had to wait for a gap in the traffic. He found one and shot out, very narrowly missing a car and going into a bit of a fish-tail for a hundred yards or so before he straightened out the sleek black vehicle. They speed down the middle of the road for a while, before he turned recklessly off onto a small road that was a bit of a short cut. He speed up even more - you needed to on the bumpy surface - and laughed above the roar of the engine, glancing back momentarily to make sure Reagan was okay.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 27, 2008 7:38:00 GMT -5
Reagan fiddled with the flap at the front of the black helmet, she was sure she looked ridiculous. Feeling the engine start and the bike vibrate violently, Reagan hesitating what to grab onto to stop her falling off.
Her hands found the back of Jay's shirt, she wasn't bothered if this annoyed him or not, she'd prefer to stay seated on the motorbike than be laying on the floor.
Her eyes widened in fright as he barely missed a nearby car, but behind her helmet you couldn't see her reaction.
She frowned, his driving was worse than her fathers when he was in a rush for work. She remembered the time he had caused a crash because he had sped around the corner, causing the cyclist in front of them to turn sharply into another car, she was only seven.
Her hands twisted in the back of his t-shirt, she hoped they arrived soon. It didn't help that she had never ridden a motorbike before.
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Post by jay on Jan 27, 2008 7:46:22 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
The front wheel of the bike hit a bump, and for a moment it felt like it was going to flip over on its back, but after a few moments of suspense it thudded down heavily and continued down the track. Jay’s heart was thumping hard enough to burst his ribs at this point. The road suddenly came into a residential area, and he slowed down, the school in sight.
Naturally for a Friday night, the car park was nearly empty, and Jay parked the bike in a space close to the school. He let the engine idle for a moment, enjoying the sound, before cutting it off and dismounting. He grinned, and held out a hand to help Reagan off.
“I’ll take you to get your car in the morning if you like?” he offered, trying not to laugh at how stupid she looked with his helmet on.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 27, 2008 7:52:54 GMT -5
Reagan braced herself as the bike came to a stop. She sighed, relieved that the ride was over. She ignored Jay's hand stubbornly and jumped of the motorbike, making sure she kept her balance and didn't fall over on her arse.
She straightened out her t-shirt, in a way to distract herself.
Looking up at Jay, once again another person who was much taller than her, she replied with a quiet, "Thanks" although she really didn't want another ride on his death bike.
Reagan had forgot about the helmet, and noticing the look on Jay's face she instantly removed it, throwing it at him quite forcefully, and turning to walk back to the school.
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Post by jay on Jan 27, 2008 8:01:24 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He rolled his eyes, still smiling, as Reagan stubbornly got off the bike on her own and threw the helmet at him, thanking him quietly. Frowning as she walked off, he set the helmet down on the seat and walked briskly after her.
“Hey, Reagz? Err…I’m not normally one to pick up on the re-bound, but how about lunch tomorrow?” he asked, trying to sound as normal as possible, keeping out the desperately alluring edge that he wanted to use for her. It was nice that she wasn’t taller than him than quite a lot of girls, he wasn’t very tall for a guy and found the difference between him and Reagan wasn’t that bad. They’d reached the doors, and he paused, smiling hopefully.
“What do you say?” he couldn’t keep the eagerness out of his voice as he gazed at her hopefully, and twined his fingers in anxiety.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 27, 2008 8:08:25 GMT -5
She stopped suddenly as she heard him come after her. She listened to his offer, and several things came into her head. /I suppose it wouldn't hurt/ was one thought, /Maybe it's not such a good idea/ was another. /Oh it won't hurt anyone, besides it could be fun/. She didn't realise she was smiling, it probably gave away her answer before she had even opened her mouth.
She shrugged, so not to seem so desperate or anything.
"Sure" She said, a tone of happiness in was visible in her voice. Least she could forget about Liam for a little longer.
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Post by jay on Jan 27, 2008 8:17:49 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
Jay’s heart did a little back flip, and he grinned despite himself.
“That’s great! 12:30 outside Starbucks?” he sprouted a time and place off the top of his head, and felt pleased with himself for being so cooperative. Normally he just made things really difficult on both people’s parts. He gazed thoughtfully at her for a moment and -unfortunately, old habits die hard - before he could reason with himself he leant towards her, bringing his hands up to cup her face and pressed his lips to hers. Being a good kisser and knowing it probably didn’t help either, as he pulled her towards him, deepening his kiss as a hand slid down her neck and back to come to rest on her waist. Enjoying himself greatly, it only just dawned on him that this was a really, really bad idea.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 27, 2008 8:31:35 GMT -5
Reagan noted the time and place mentally, telling herself not to forget. She was about to look up at Jay to reply, but couldn't find the words to say as she felt his hands gently touch her face. Her lips met his, and although she knew she shouldn't, she eagerly returned his kiss. Trying to ignore her conscience, and the thoughts that encouraged her to pull away from Jay, her arms soon found his neck, and she wrapped herself around him without a second thought.
ooc; gah. sorry its so short. but im supposed to be 'fixing' itunes on here.
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Post by jay on Jan 27, 2008 12:31:27 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He felt her arms slip round his neck, and he moved his hand back up to her face, kissing her deeply. It was a kind of desperate kiss, something he’d tried to suppress for so long. He pulled back, hands still on her face, panting to catch his breath.
“I-I’m sorry!” he said quietly, breathless still. No matter how sorry he might have been, he still couldn’t dislodge his hands from her smooth face, and he stared into her eyes - getting lost in them.
[/blockquote] [ack Dx short] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 27, 2008 12:48:29 GMT -5
Reagan let herself relax into his kiss, but she soon came to reality when he pulled away from her.
What was she doing? What were they both doing, they knew this wasn't right?
She moved her own hands onto his and gently moved them from her face, she looked up at him without blinking.
Then she shook her head, and muttered quietly, "I really ought to be getting back to my dorm"
She tucked her hair awkwardly behind her ears, not knowing what really just happened. "Thanks for the ride" She said, sounding genuinely thankful this time.
ooc;; sorry if theres any spelling mistakes or anything. my sisters computer doesnt have firefox. and i can't live without my spellchecker haha.
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Post by Ryuu James on Jan 27, 2008 13:55:03 GMT -5
[erm...is there anything left to say? =P]
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 27, 2008 13:56:50 GMT -5
ooc; not that i can think of :]
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