@FIREWORK

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] The 5'6" brunette was staying at a hotel in L.A. while her favorite client and best friend worked on his latest movie which was filming over the next few months. She loved to watch him work, and as she sat in his chair, KAINE in block letters on the back of it, her legs pulled up to her body, she smiled as he delivered his lines, just the way they'd practiced it, she had been so proud of him and what he'd become. Now as she stood in the club, the lights flashing over head, she carried two drinks, one for herself and one for him, one shot of her favorite liquor and one of his. "YOU DID SUCH A GREAT JOB." she told him once she reached him, placing his shot on the table, the Tequila in her hand, she smiled at him, "I promised you a shot if you delivered the line." she shouted over the loud music that bumped through the speaker mounted on the wall over their head, her glossy red lips sparkling as the strobe light wiped by her face. She held out her shot, "AND BABY! I believed you!" she wailed, taping her shot onto his, she threw it back, and swallowed it quickly, giving a disgusted look seconds later, slamming the glass on the table, she smiled. "As long as it's you and me, the moon is our goal and we have no limits." she said proudly. The two of them had been in it together since toddles and not much had changed since then. Her normal boy style had been left behind in NYC, while she was working, she looked like any business woman would, she was sported a short dress with a red ribbon in her hair, she looked like Snow White, her dark locks dangling down her back in spiral curves. As she had never seen her own beauty, she hadn't noticed the glances and men turning their heads as she walked by shots in head, however; her friend had never seemed to be as aware. "What a great movie this is gonna be." she said excitedly, as she slide into the booth next to him, her eyes only on him, as if he was the only person on the planet. Her smile been and without restriction, from ear to ear. "I'm sorry Sterling couldn't come." she mumbled, though she was grateful for the time alone with her best friend, she was unmistakably jealous of the relationship they seemed to have. The two boys getting along like two peas in a pod acting like each others other half and mirroring each other and evening each other out. Drew was jealous of it, as a girl she felt she had a lot of restrictions, she couldn't act the same way with Donovan as Sterling could and get away with it. Girls just didn't act that way, especially in public, not that it had ever held her back. "He really seemed disappointed." she said as she waved a waitress over, she ordered herself a drink and turned to her friend waiting for him to order before continued, "That new script he's writing sounds amazing, though." she finished, as if it made any difference. She always felt the stares of the girls in the room, as they figured the two of them were dating, at last she turned to see several blondes staring in their direction, "Think I'm ruining your game." she finally said, a little sadly. No matter where they went, girls were always going to want to ask for his number regardless of her presence. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#BRIE • 604 WORDS • LOVETHEMMUCHO[/style]

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[donovan]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]For such a closed off person, his job as an actor was his outlet. It allowed for him to express feelings, emotions, that he might not otherwise let him feel or express in his personal life. It was the best of both worlds for Donovan, the control over it all. The rush from shooting a scene was by far his favorite out of all the perks of his career choice. It beat the fans, the premiers, everything. Knowing that all eyes are on you, and the pressure to deliver the lines how the director wants, and how it was written, and yet still putting yourself into the role, it was an experience for him. And he had his best friend to thank for that. Of course, it was his mother that started his childhood career, looking for a cash cow to support her alcoholism. But, as he grew up, after graduating, Drew pushed him to continue, knowing that if she let him take over his grandfather's company her best friend would most likely be lost forever. Donovan was a great business man, but running a company would have ruined the bright young man. He would have been lost to his work, focusing on very little else. But with acting, it was almost like it brought the best out in him. Smiling as she placed his shot on the table, he wondered just what she had gotten him. Probably tequila, as it seemed to be their go-to choice of liquor. As she shouted over the music, his eyes scanned the crowd, taking not that everyone was in a trance, a mixture of alcohol and bass. Ah, clubs. Donovan had never really been a part of that scene, choosing a nice house party over the overrated money pits that night clubs tended to be. "You think so?" He asked, leaning in toward her, his voice also raised over the music. Lifting his slender, cylindrical glass to hers, he grinned his trademark 'Donovan grin', before throwing his head back, the liquid burning his throat as he pushed it down. Shaking his head slightly, as if to rid the taste from his mouth. "Well then we better stick together," Donovan said decisively, his arms stretched out on either side of him, his hands gripping the booth that they had situated themselves in. He took a moment to look her over once more, not like he hadn't done it enough that night already. He wasn't used to seeing her dolled up as she was, and it was a sight to see. Oh how Sterling would be jealous. He'd have to take jobs outside of NY more often, he made a mental note, a slight smirk at the thought crossing his features. "I have the same feeling." His current movie was really going to help pull him away from his career as a child. Making a name for himself now that he was an adult. He looked forward to it, feeling as if the last nail on the coffin would be put in place once he shook the child actor status off of himself. He watched as all eyes seemed to be trained on Drew, though, she seemed oblivious to them. Donovan at one point worried that she did that for his protection, thinking she knew how he felt. But over time he realized that was just truly how she was; his best friend that he and most everyone else saw as such a beauty, and she was blind to it. It was disheartening, but he secretly loved it. It was an inner battle between his heart and his conscious, and he wasn't quite sure who was winning. After ordering, he turned his attention back to her. "He loves L.A., but I knew if he came, he wouldn't get any work done on his script. He'll thank me someday." Donovan really didn't want to spend the night talking about Sterling. He wanted to enjoy his time with Drew, without interruption. "What game?" Donovan smirked, looking over to the small group of blondes staring at the two of them. He gave them a wink before looking back to Drew. "It's okay, I'll just give them the whole 'she's my agent' line, and we'll be good." Donovan was an ass, there was no way of getting around that. And even though he loved Drew, and she didn't know, he made it a point to almost rub it in that he could still get whichever girl he wanted. A copping mechanism? He wasn't sure why he did it, but he did. And he took a lot of shit from Sterling for it. "How are you enjoying L.A. so far?"[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 781 tags elle / drew credit table by greyson of btn notes <333[/style]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] The dress that Drew wore was a one piece, and was as short as it was tight, and it was an understatement to say that she was feeling uncomfortable. She hated having her job effect the way that she dressed. And of course, she'd never have put the outfit together herself, her closest female friend she'd ever had, Ryan had helped create outfits, and what went with what, how to do her make up, everything. She had a diagram of what went with what outfit in a photo album with her modeling the outfits. It had been a busy day of shopping and a second day of designing for the friends, but somehow Ryan survived it without Drew kicking her out of the house, it was how the two had met. Because of Drew's lack of fashion, Ryan had Drew's credit card and anytime she found an outfit that was 'for Drew' she bought it and sent it on over. Drew never bought anything for herself, ever. She wiggled in her outfit, trying to get her body to fit the dress correctly instead of the other way around. The shot stung her mouth, throat and slid down into her stomach like molten lava. Scrunching her face up, as if tasting a sour lemon, she kept it there until the burn past, seconds later, fighting the urge to vomit as it mixed with the contents of her stomach. Drinking had never been her thing, but Donovan had seemed to enjoy it, and it was his celebration, not hers. Another week of filming was behind them, and on Monday would start up yet another hard week for her friend. "I think my Client is amazing!" she cooed sarcastically batting her eyes, though she meant every word. She looked down at her empty shot glass, her finger running around the top of it, in a quick circle movements, "You are amazing though." she said seriously, as he confirmed that they should never split. "You are going to make it big." she said looking up into his face, his features, his dark eyes, even in the dark club, they glowed, he was so full of life, purpose. Her envy was more than just about his confidence with the opposite sex, but with over all life, he knew exactly who he was, and he'd spent most of his life unwanted by his own family. How strong he had become. "I know so." she said, the smile returning to her face as she shook off her own insecurities. Donovan seemed distracted to Drew, as he swept over the mention of his other half's name, "Sterling loves everything." she admitted, "Other than mornings, danger, and anything that doesn't go his way." she giggled. Though her friend seemed to be already checked out of the conversation. Sterling was the one person other than Drew that had been able to see the true Donovan that really saw who he was, and how great he was. They were so close as friends that it had been frightening for Drew at first, what if she'd been replaced? But her nerves had quickly been set at ease as Donovan promised her that no one would ever come in between them, and she believed him, he never was dishonest to her, never broke a promise. What they had was truly special. She snorted, "I'm sure that will work for you." she said, smile spreading at the corners of her ruby lips. "Girls like guys that have agents." she said, "Sounds legit." she admitted, "well played, Kaine, well played." she said with a nod of approval. Though with a wink he gave the blondes, he seemed otherwise uninterested in leaving Drew which was nice, all her other friends would have excused themselves to set his mark and make sure to leave with someone later that night, but with them sharing a hotel room together, she admitted it would seem foolish to pick up any hot blond, despite how attractive, what was Drew going to do? Read a magazine while she heard her best friend plowing some blonde? No. "It's a little hot for my taste, but it's okay... I guess." she answered as if she was unimpressed by the place. California had always seemed so over rated for her, girls trying way to hard to impress somebody, wasn't her cup of tea. She liked being her. "So what now, man of the hour?" she asked him, glowing with joy. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#BRIE • 604 WORDS • LOVETHEMMUCHO[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[donovan]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]Donovan had tuned most of what she had said out, his eyes locked on the crowd. He smiled at the right times, as if to answer whatever she said, but, other than that, he was detached. His mind distracting by all the eyes on them, Drew in particular. Concocting a selfish plan, he turned back to her, as she asked what was next. "We dance," Had he ever been a big dancer or club goer? No, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid to try. Besides, it was LA, and while yes he was somewhat of a figure in the eyes of E! News or TMZ, it wasn't like he was being bombarded with people flocking to him. Shots had been taken, and alcohol was steadily coursing through their bodies, no one would hold anything against them. Even bad dance moves. It was a random club mix, some popular songs with beats added to them. Pulling himself out of the booth, he held his hand out to help her up, his other hand grabbing his drink before he threw his head back, pouring what was left in his glass down his throat. "Liquid courage, my best friend," He cooed, teasing her as he placed the liquor above her on his short friends list. "Come on, we're here to celebrate." Pulling her out on to the dance floor, he couldn't help but snicker at the reverse roles. Typically Drew was the one to make him do things such as go dancing at a club, but here he was, obviously being the once calling the shots. Maybe his jealousy showed more than he thought. Pulling her body into his, he playfully rolled his hips in beat with the music before doubling over, laughing at himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He choked out, looking up at her. "That was just so...weird." It really was, even if he had done the same thing with plenty of other girls, something about it being Drew just seemed...wrong. "Ok, serious time." He collected himself, the alcohol obviously loosing him up some. He could feel the eyes on him, making him self conscious. Spinning her around, he wrapped his arms around her waist, her back to his front. Donovan brushed her hair to once side before resting his chin on her shoulder. "Thank you," He murmured into her ear, loud enough for her to hear, but softly as to not deafen her. "For coming with me to LA, for being my agent, putting up with my shit," He rambled, naming anything and everything that came to mind. "For wearing such a short dress, that I'm about to go to jail over," [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 781 tags elle / drew credit table by greyson of btn notes <333[/style]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] When Drecilla what her best friend wanted to do next, she had no idea that he'd drank enough to get up in dance, he often danced with the girls he brought home, but never really with Drew, not since senior prom when they'd gone together as best friends. More times than she could count she'd watched her friend breaking it down with a random girl of the hour. Whether they lasted through one dance or through out the night, the situations always changed, but never the hair color of the girls, blonde was obviously his type. "I don't.." she protested, dancing was one of her favorite things to do, but she mostly danced with herself, being silly, it was different when you were one of the guys and clubbing with a bunch of them, they treated her like she was one of them, not any differently. He was up and gulping down the remaining liquids in his glass, her glass was still half full, taking his hand, she did the same as soon as she stood, her cup hitting the table, completely empty except for the random ice pieces that hadn't been melted by the alcohol's burn. "Yeah sure, whatever, buddy." she said with an eye roll, her long eyelashes tickling her eyebrows, "your version of celebrate, and mi-." she started, but was getting pulled into the very center of the dance floor, on their bodies danced the colors of the light on their skin and hair, reds, blues, and greens. She looked up into the light smiling, how beautiful the scene actually was. As he pulled her closer to him, she felt his hips roll into hers, and she looked back at him, wide eyed, "I think you've had a little too much to drink, mister." she said laughing, totally convinced that it was his drunk side kicking in, that was when he was the funniest. She nodded, as if to agree. She had seen him dance that way with girls, in fact, that seemed to be his go to move with girls, basically dry humping them on the dance floor, no wonder they ended up naked at the end of the night. As he took it more seriously, he started dancing, her back against him, as she danced back and forth, giggling. Dancing truly was fun, as long as she could let go. She felt his chin touch her shoulder after her hair was drawn to t he side, her locks over her opposite shoulder, his mouth next to hers, the airs on the back of her neck, and down her arms standing up on end as his breath touched her skin. She closed her eyes and leaned her head forward, a grinning widely. "You act like you are such a hassle, Donovan." she said, her eyes still closed. Her eyes snapping open, "My skirt is going to make you go to jail?" she said in alarm, her eyes scanning the room, "What has it ever done to you?" she demanded, her body turning to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, a slower song replacing the fast one, as the song ended, she looked into his eyes, they were glassy from the alcohol, and his cheeks hints of ruby, his skin hot to the touch, "If you don't like it, don't look at it." she said defensively, "I'm not offended, I'm surprised the fashion police haven't carted me away." she offered, though she had no idea what he had meant by his statement, truly 100% clueless to her own appearance, how truly radiant she was. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#BRIE • ?? WORDS • THEY KILL ME WITH CUTENESS[/style]

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[donovan]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]"I am such a hassle," Donovan knew it, he was difficult. He would never deny or claim that he wasn't. It bothered him slightly that Drew acted as if he wasn't, but he knew she was just being a good friend. As she spun around in his arms, he jumped slightly, straightening his body out. He looked at her puzzled, confused. Did she really not realize that every guy in the place was staring at her? It baffled him that she could be so naive, and worried what would happen if he happened to not be there at some point. Pulling away from her slightly, though, still keeping his grasp on her, he gave her a once over look, before offering a small smile. "Drew, do you honestly not know that every straight guy, and I'm sure some of the gays, are staring at you?" He hated to burst her bubble, but, he wasn't going to have her think that he didn't like her dress. She looked beautiful, dolled up or not. He had told her that, but, in more of a guy talking to his best friend sort. "I'm saying I'll go to jail because some of these guys look like they're about to pounce." He whispered as he pulled her back into him, slowly swaying in the beat to the music. "I didn't mean to offend you," He apologized, it seemed like he did that a lot. Apologize. He always felt like he was messing up, with everything. But Drew was typically the only one he apologized to, not caring about anyone else's opinion. Well, other than Sterling, but, he didn't feel the need to say sorry to him most of the time. It was a different dynamic to their friendship, from his and Drucilla's, not closer, but, just different. "Come on, relax. I was just joking." He wished he hadn't said anything, or at least not point out all the guys checking her out. He could feel the fear grow in the pit of his stomach, worry that she would find some guy to chat up at the club. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 781 tags elle / drew credit table by greyson of btn notes <333[/style]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] "You are anything but." Drew insisted, He was her everything, the only person that she stayed in daily contact with, the person she counted on the most in her life. Sure, her family had always meant millions to her, but Donovan had some how managed to surpass them in importance. A missed phone call from Addie or Sammie would be replied with a text, busy, call you later? even if she wasn't doing anything. A call from Donovan would never purposely avoided, usually picked up on the first or second ring, and if missed, she'd call him right away. She needed him more than she let on, and here he was, thinking he was a burden. Wide brown eyes greeted his, "No they aren't," she said her defense up, "You are just being protective." she stated. He watched her like a hawk, especially in public places where drunk people could easily cause a scene, and they often did when Donovan was around. Her eyes ripping from hers, she scanned the room, her eyes landing on the girls of the room, who obviously seemed very disappointed that the tall brunette was being held onto by her dark and handsome best friend, though he wasn't tall, they were about the same height. "Don't start any fights," she begged, her eyes meeting his once more. She was truly clueless to the amount of attention she got every where she went. She'd always been the girl that had never been kissed, never had a guy ask her out, but asking her if she could get another girl's number for her friends. She was not used to a guy hitting on her, or even having caught their eye, she honestly didn't even know what to look at, so used to having angry girls watch them. How were the glances different? "I'm not upset," she said shaking her head slightly, ,moving in closer to him, she wrapped her warms tighter around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, "I just don't wanna bail you out later." she said quietly into his ear, "Hard to explain to the press too," she could see it now, Donovan Kaine's mug shot on the front page, "Some how I don't think they will understand your imaginary excuse for getting into a fight as reason enough." she explained. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#BRIE • ?? WORDS • AWE :([/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[donovan]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]She was so infuriating, being so oblivious, so far as to say he was wrong. Donovan narrowed his eyes at her, wishing he could prove it to her somehow. But, deep down, he knew that was one of the things he loved about her, her naivety. He could be overprotective for the night. It wasn't going to kill him. "I won't," He sounded deflated, but, held a small smile as if to say everything was ok. He made a face at the mention of press, rolling his eyes. "Like I care what they would think." In all honesty, though, he did. Donovan could act like the opinion of others didn't phase him, but he was human just like everyone else. He worried more so what Drew thought than anyone else, but he still worried. As the music began to pick up again, he started to walk her back to the booth, having had enough dancing, and showing off his best friend. Since his 'imaginary excuse' was very real to him, he seeked the privacy of their table over the privy eyes on the dance floor. "This is just always going to be a losing fight with you, isn't it?" He asked randomly as he sat down, pulling her into his lap. "You're never going to believe me that a guy could be attracted to you? Or that you look nice?" Ah, sensitive Donovan had finally made an appearance, brought on by the tequila finally taking effect on top of the rest of the alcohol. He was greeted by the waitress bringing him another mixed drink, replacing Drucilla's as well. "Or that all eyes are on you tonight?" He asked, pointing out a few men trying to secretly sneak peaks at his best friend. "You'll have to trust me on this one," He took his had from her side to pick his glass up, taking a sip. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 781 tags elle / drew credit table by greyson of btn notes <333[/style]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] Without fight Drew sat across his lap, her legs dangling over the edge, as she sat sideways across his, "I guess so," she answered softly, tucking stray hairs behind her hair, her eyes catching his dark ones, "I don't know why it matters." she admitted. As far as she was concerned she was the girl that guys hung out with, and their girl friends didn't worry about it was Drew, one of the guys, pretty much a guy in a girls body. It didn't matter what she changed about herself, that fact would never be altered. It was the truth staring her down, and left her alone while Donovan, Sterling and the rest of the guys hooked up with random females. "Disagreeing about it, isn't going to change the truth." she bit back at him, looking away from him, she didn't like looking him in the eyes directly after he made a true attempt to start a fight over something so silly. She shook her head, she was done talking about it, he didn't like to talk about things that made him feel unhappy, so why was he pushing the conversation, "You aren't the expert on what other guys think of me." she said more aggressively, as she pushed herself back, sliding into the booth, comfortably sitting upon her own flesh, instead of his. "Can we stop talking about this?" she said, biting back her tears, she didn't like thinking about why she couldn't get a guy to ask her out, or why no other guy but Donovan had ever mentioned how pretty she was. Not that it mattered what he thought anyway, they'd known each other long enough to know that each others compliments were lost words, they honestly thought the world of each other and bias wasn't going to change anything. She picked up the fresh glass that had been placed infront of her, sipping at her, her head was already starting to spin from the effects of the alcohol, and she turned her eyes back on her friend sitting beside her. At once her eyes noticing he glances of the female gender at their table once more, "If you want me to admit that guy's notice me, than you have to admit that there isn't a single girl in this place that would die to go home with you tonight." she said solid on her words, unwavering. She kept her eyes on the girl that had been quick to watch them since they'd arrived, she leaned into her friend, her lips touching his cheek lightly, "Don't look now, but that girl right there is hella jealous." she whispered. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#BRIE • ?? WORDS • AWE :([/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[donovan]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]Donovan turned his attention away from her as she slid off his lap. Obviously alcohol wasn't a friend of theirs. "Yeah, consider it dropped," He bit out, taking a swig from his glass, emptying it's contents. It was quiet between the two of them for a moment, the music filling the void. His eyes had locked with a cute blond that he had seen on the dance floor. Typically he would be giving her a flirty smile, or a wink, something, but he wasn't in the mood. He just wanted to finish their celebration and get back to their hotel room and forget about how sour their night had turned. He snapped back as Drew began to talk, turning his head to look at her. "You." He answered, tilting his head to the side as he looked at her. "Who are you lo-" His eyes followed to where she was looking, but he dropped his sentence as he felt her lips against his cheek. As he found who she was referring to, he couldn't help but smirk, it being the same girl he had been staring at earlier. "Well, maybe I should go talk to her? Since obviously you'd rather not be in my company at the moment." Yes, drunk Donovan was an ass to everyone. Even Drew, his best friend, the girl he would do anything for. Rising from their booth, he was about to make his way over to introduce himself, but his phone vibrated and started to play 'call me maybe'. Sterling. He sighed, his shoulders sagging, as he reached for his phone. He sent it to voice mail, but it seemed to sober him up. Maybe it was just standing and moving a little. Looking back to Drew, he sighed once more, straightening himself up. "Maybe it's just time we go? Sterling just called, you know if I don't call him back soon he'll worry." Donovan wouldn't apologize, he typically didn't, but with Drew he normally had to wait till he was fully sober to realize he had done something hurtful. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 781 tags elle / drew credit table by greyson of btn notes <333[/style]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] The look of absolute pride, and accomplishment flashed over her friends face, and she felt herself have a ping of hurt, as his attention was glued and pasted onto her thin-lit body with curves in all the right places, and the blond hair that flared in design and structure. It wasn't an usual feeling for her, as he always seemed to have such an easy time getting a hold of a girls number, and making his way into their heart or pants; more likely the later. He stood up, her body feeling a bit colder as his warm was ripped away like a body removing itself from the comforts of the blanket in the morning. She felt guilty, she was constantly doing this to herself. He took two steps and he paused, his hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, a sound of a highly recognized tone. He quickly placed his phone back in his pocket, the arch of his body shifting as a decision was made, the squaring of the shoulders, strong, solid. He turned his body to her once more, his face was full of concern, and as if he'd had a change of heart, he was her Donovan again. His face leaning down inches from hers, she looked at him, his eyes darting into hers like spears, "Go?" she asked quickly, but then finding her answer was already being answered, even as she rudely interrupted it. She nodded as if to agree, Sterling will get his panties in a knot if you don't." she stood up too, her red shoes hitting the floor as her body attempted to pull herself off of the bench they'd been sitting in, grabbing his hand for assistance, pulling him down with her slightly before he caught himself and her. She was on her feet in seconds, as if he was meant to carry her weight. It wasn't something that commonly happened, but when it did, he was always prepared She wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a kiss on the cheek, her eyes finding the blond, giving her a sweet, smile. It was as if she was claiming what was hers, and what the girl could never have. But what was it really? As a drunk Drew she always found herself more likely to admit how jealous she was, but it always seemed to be misguided. Was it really that she couldn't find someone and he could? It always seemed like a crazy idea, but maybe after having such a close friendship with him, any girl that crossed his path was likely to push her out of his life. It scared her. she walked with her weight mostly on him, "If i wasn't wearing a dress, I'd make you carry me." she told him, her voice was waving, slurring, she was drunk, even if he was able to make a better decision for them both, it wasn't like she was likely to make any good ones from this point on. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#BRIE • ?? WORDS • AWE :([/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[donovan]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;]"Yes, go," Donovan answered, not nearly as drunk as his friend. He was buzzing, and was quite sure if he had another drink or so, he'd be gone. He felt her lean against him, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her. He felt her lips against his cheek, a brief smile appearing, before he realized she was doing so to bother the blonde he had been eyeing. His smile faded, taking his hand from her waist to grab her hand. "Come on, you need to get to bed." It was one reason why he didn't like to drink with her. Whether it be guys staring at her, or, Donovan trying to push himself from Drew only to have her claim him. But, it would never be true, only a facade put on to chase away whatever chance he had with which ever girl caught his eye. Drew, no matter how much she denied it, was quite a jealous person. Donovan just chalked it up to her wanting his attention, never questioning it. Sterling would tell him it was her subconscious or some shit like that, but he knew better. "I could still carry you, you'd just give everyone here a show." Smirking, he picked her up, carefully, to make sure she was covered, before making his way out of the club. It wasn't hard, almost everyone was still drinking and dancing the night away. Donovan stopped outside of the club, setting Drew down on the sidewalk as he fished his phone out of his pocket. Shooting Sterling a quick text so he'd quit calling, he looked back to Drew. She looked beautiful in the moonlight, mixed with the streetlights. It was the mixture of the alcohol and his feelings for her that caused him to linger on her face a little longer than normal, before turning to flag a cab down. "Remind me to never let you drink again," He made small talk to occupy the space between them, watching a cab slow down before stopping in front of them. "Here," He held his hand out to help her in the car. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 781 tags elle / drew credit table by greyson of btn notes <333[/style]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] "But I don't wanna go to bed." she whined, as if her drunken state was going to convince him otherwise. She felt herself stumble, the damn shoes were obviously the problem, she stopped, her body a hot mess, "Damn shoes." she muttered as she pulled them off of her feet one by one, her body wavering as if she could fall over any minute. She wasn't a big drinker, but it seemed like no matter how much she limited herself on the drinks, she would be far gone before he was even truly showing the tell tell signs of having drank anything at all, in fact she rarely saw him drunk. She giggled as he told her that he would carry her, but everyone else would be getting a show. As if she was light as air, she felt her body being lifted up into his arms, carried like a bride on the stroll to the honeymoon suite. She wrapped a careful arm around his neck, to help him out, even though she was clearly not heavy enough for him to really notice, her head finding its way onto his hard shoulder, feeling his warmth through his clothing, she truly felt like she was home, they made their way to the exist, the heavy dancers left behind. The smell of fresh air and open spaces welcomed them. Just outside the doors, her bare feet made their way onto the sidewalk and a smile lite up her face, now that the blonde was out of sight, she felt much more like herself, despite having a lot of alcohol in her system, she was clearly far from who she typically was. She let her body spin only seconds with her hands out from her sides, a shoe in each hand, she turned to face him, a smile so carefree spread at the corners, "I love you." she said, not sure exactly why she had said it, sure they felt for each other, they had only had each other their whole lives, but they never really said anything to that extent, ever. "Remind me never to let you drink again." he joked, she bit her lip, as she walked up to him, her lips searching for his slightly prickly cheek, her eyes closed, her aim not as good as it typically would have been, or maybe he'd turned his face at the last moment, her lips made contact with his, the shock of it ran down her her legs and her heart raced, like it had been electrocuted, she let the kiss continue a little longer than a girl in shock would have. she didn't know what she was doing, she'd never kissed anyone before, the thought of kissing Donovan had never crossed her mind before, she'd always had a hopeful eye on someone else, and now as her lips were in his, she didn't feel grossed out, or even sick to her stomach, she felt like it wasn't all that odd, was that wrong? Seconds later, she pulled away, her eyes snapping open, the drunk sense disappearing, had she just made a huge mistake? what was going through Donovan's head? He hadn't mad an effort to pull away from her either, what was happening. she felt her hand find her lips, her dark eyes finding his, a look of confusion, what had just happened? Seconds later a cab rolled up, and she walked towards it in a daze, as he held the door open for her, she crawled in, with the help of his careful hands. As they were both in the car together, she looked at his face, her heart was still racing, did she like what had happened, or not? He was acting like she'd rejected him, but why?[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#BRIE • ?? WORDS • MEGA MUSE[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]