@DIE IN YOUR ARMS

[tavin]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] It was the day after Tavin J. Fox's nineteenth birthday, he had an amazing birthday planned by his mom and dad, an amazingly grown up party compared to the old fashion ideals of his parents, having grown up in a completely different time, where things were much different. It had been a great night, his dad had talked his mother into having dancing girls, and everyone Tavin had ever met was there. It had been a blast, and he had even performed a song on stage. Though, he had never dreamed of making his music his career, he loved to sing, and he loved to dance. He'd sung a few of the songs he'd written on his free time, incredibly mature lyrics for him. Afterwards, everyone had suggested he'd release an album, but he waved it all off, though his head was getting big with the compliments. After his parent had ended, he'd hooked up with one of the girls at his party, she whispered promises of love, claiming to have always had a crush on him, since the first time she'd seen him. She was obviously a fan, it had pushed him forward and he had wanted her in that moment. The next morning, he'd woken with red hair in his face, a tangle of weaves of bronze, her half naked body twisted among his bare one, a sheet wrapped around them, his nude butt hanging out the back end. With one eye open he looked down at the beautiful girl, he'd been with the night before, and a smile spread at the corners of his lips. He loved the chase, and getting what he wanted, and once he did, he threw them away. This girl was caught up after he'd smiled at her and asked for her name. For a birthday present, he had rewarded himself. He had managed to get with her within an hour of knowing that her name was Bliss, her skin was the color of marble, and was flaked with a half a dozen freckles across the bridge of her nose, her lips were swollen from the kisses of the night before. Her green eyes flickered open, her eyes catching his staring down at her, and she smiled, "Good morning," she said softly, her face lighting up as if she'd met Jesus Christ, and been truly blessed. "Morning." he said casually, like he woke up to strange women in his bed all the time. He stretched and rolled, his body coming out of the sheet as he slid out of his queen sized bed, he stood with all his glory, walking toward his dresser to pull out of a fresh pair of boxers, and pulled them on before he picked up his clothes that trailed from the door way to the bed, her clothes opposite of his. He threw them in the clothes hamper before picking up her clothes and tossing to her on the bed. She'd wrapped herself with the thin light blue sheet, pulling it around her thin frame, suddenly feeling shy, while he was confident in his skin. The clothes landed right into her lap and she pulled her bra on, along with the rest of her clothes under the sheet, careful to keep herself shielded from his eyes. As soon as she was mostly dressed, she stood up to pull on her skirt, placing her heels on her feet on the edge of the bed, she looked up at him as he spoke, "Well it was nice meeting you." he said before he walked out of the door and down the hall to the bathroom "See yourself out?" he asked over his shoulder before closing the door, leaving Bliss alone to the walk of shame. [/style]

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

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]IF I COULD DIE IN YOUR ARMS. I WOULDNT MIND[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]CAUSE EVERYTIME YOU TOUCH ME I JUST DIE IN YOUR ARMS[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] Sometimes it was nice for Tavin J to just sit around with nothing on the agenda for the day. The week had been busy for him, between scheduled autograph signing and fan meet and greets and reading scripts for possible up coming flicks for him to sign onto. Between all the dramatics, he'd managed to sign over a thousand photos of his face, and take just as many pictures with fans, his face actually hurt from the fake smile he'd plastered on his lips. Towards the end, he threw in different expressions to let his muscles rest. Interviews and meeting the fans was his favorite part of his job, he loved being in the spot light but the problem with that was, he had to gain fans by working hard by getting roles and doing his job well. It was a struggle for him to find the motivation to play a part day after day, but he had the dream, and that was enough, for now anyway. Sitting at his parent's house, his house as well, he rested his purple and white shoes on top of his mothers glass coffee table, crossing his feet at the ankles. He loved the stuffing that the couch was made out of, it made him feel like he was literally getting ate by the couch, pillows all around him, he flipped the television on, his honey hazel eyes glued to the images on the tv. The bright colors were breath taking, he loved mtv, he wore a hate that was prompt up in the front, it was over sized making his thin head look even smaller. "Tavin, get your feet off the table." his mother said, her voice serious and tired, like usual, he looked back, bringing his feet off the table, and placing them upon her lush white carpet. His mother came around to the couch, sitting next to him, sadness filling every feature of her otherwise beautiful face. "Whats wrong?" he asked, alert and concerned. He might be a pain in the ass 95% of the time, but when it came to his mom, his family, the ones he held dear and close, he always had time for an open shoulder, even on a day off. She placed a thin hand on his bent knee, her hand aged and spotted, her bones and joints sticking out, looking about 15 years older than they actually wore, stress and worry had aged her. "Your father" she said, the twitching in her face told him that she was trying to be strong, for the family, but Tavin was the oldest, and she put most of her weight on his shoulders, which was why he had acted out as much as he did, always searching for that distraction, that height of glory, never quite reaching it, with anyone or anything. "He's not doing well today," she said, a brave smile on her face, he gripped her hand, with his, "It's going to be okay." he said strong, but he didn't really believe it, eventually his dad, the Michael J Fox, the kid from back to the future, would lose all function in his body, and he'd stiffen up, the twitching he did now, was just the cruel start of what was to come. She nodded, wiping away a single tear, looking at her son, her blue eyes bright, "Your right." she said, giving his hand a little quick squeeze before getting up and leaving him alone with his thoughts. It looked to him like he was going to need a wild night to night to burn some stem. [/style]

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

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]IF I COULD DIE IN YOUR ARMS. I WOULDNT MIND[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]CAUSE EVERYTIME YOU TOUCH ME I JUST DIE IN YOUR ARMS[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] Parties and club hopping had always been Tavin J's way of blowing off stem ever since he's claim to fame at sixteen. Though he was still legally under aged to drink, he'd honestly had been good about keeping himself clean from drugs and alcohol unlike most his age. He had himself to look out for. He'd known from the beginning that getting himself caught up with substances could cause him to follow in his foot steps because it was genetic, there was always a chance. He wasn't planning on wasting any time trying to get something out of his system. His parents had always comfortably trusted him to make good decisions when it came to his own health. He didn't like playing with fire and Russian roulette was for other fearless souls.. to much was riding on his use of his body. Walking in the stares and glances danced upon his bronze skin. Everywhere he went, people noticed. Luckily the party he'd opted to attend last minute was high scene. Which meant, he was unlikely to get caught up with one of his loyal fans, he was in the mood to break a heart. It had been on his mind since his mother had grasped his hand, how cold it was. She was scared, her heart was breaking from her burden. It was clearly not the best choice of action but the last thing he wanted was to put some women to fall for him and have his children and to find himself fall to the illness that was destroying his father. He didn't want anyone to hurt the way Mrs. J Fox suffered daily. If a girl was going to suffer by his hand, the cut would be thin and the hurt would fade easily. No point in letting them get attached. Toward the kitchen of the house party was a familiar blond, she was beautiful with all her obvious work she had done, the light catching her thin face the angles of her up pointed nose and high cheek bones cast shadows on her lightly freckled face on her porcelain skin. Her long eye lashes were coated black long spider legs fanning her thin heavy arched eye brows. Emeralds stared at him, as she sucked on a lollipop in front of the bar, her blue dress gave her the appearance that her body was flawless, but as Tavin nibbled his lower lip, he was pulling the layers of clothing to find a girl that tried way to hard to be part of the scene. Money had translated into a invite by her solo act, no one cared enough about her to stick by her. He was inches from her and he spoke softly. "Here with anyone?" He asked very directly, her reaction was right out of a script as she grabbed a chunk of her large loose ringlets, "why?" She batted her eyelashes, her voice was much higher pitched than he had expected. He looked around then back at her, "I'm looking for some tail, and from the way you are working that sucker you would not mind hooking up with a celebrity."He he whispered into her ear. Seconds later the busty blond let out a chuckle as she pulled him in closer, her sticky lips finding his neck working their way to his ear lobe. She gave it a little nibble before whispering in his ear in the same way, mirroring him. "You're in luck Tavin J Fox.. I've always wanted to know if you were a good kisser." Moments later her warm free hand grabbed his pulling him in the direction of a back bedroom. The room was massive, a big king sized bed in the middle, she threw her sucker in the trash after giving it one last lick. Her body finding his smashed against the wall as she tore for his shirt with hungry fingers. The night was going to be marked for mission accomplished [/style]

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

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]IF I COULD DIE IN YOUR ARMS. I WOULDNT MIND[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]CAUSE EVERYTIME YOU TOUCH ME I JUST DIE IN YOUR ARMS[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] Face smached up against a body part, of a fair skinned female, Tavin opened his eyes, it was dark, but the light reflecting from the bedside alarm clock, furthest from him, he could see the outline of a well shaped female, the curve of her base chest as she inhaled and exhaled, he let himslf smile momentarly, before his eyes caught the numbers from the clock, its glowing digital numbers were like headlights in his face, 4:21, his eyes widened, the remains of sleep leaving him. He was in a strangers bed, but that was no surprise, he had experienced that time and time again. He stretched, pulling himsef out of bed, he was naked as the day he was born. He bent down grabbing his clothes and tugging them on one by one items were finding there way back onto his body. When he was finally dressed he looked down at himself, checking for missing items, necklaces, hats, and watches. All accounted for, he took one last glance back at the blond bomb shell he was leaving behind, a proud smile spreading at his lips. The house was still hitting hard, many of the party goers were still drinking, having a ball, and at the sight they all lifted their drinks and yelled his name, and he waved. He had quite the reputation about him to hook up, and leave, many guys respected him for that and were honored to have him in their house, getting some kind of action, especially for those who couldn't, "who was it this time? one of the guys asked, and Tavin sat on the stool, his shoe laces, he began to tuck into his shoe, "You know." he said with just an ounce of annoyance, "I'll never tell." he replied, his honey eyes looking to all the males eyes. He was never the kind to kiss and tell, and they all knew that. Once he was done tucking, he got up, "Later." he said before he walked towards the door, leaving the party and the remains of the night. His car was parked towards the end of drive, quite a walk was ahead of him, and the stars were out, though with the city lights, hard to see. He looked up at them anyway, as thoughts passed, reaching his car, he hopped in and turned it on, he was driving his dad's old 60's Mustang that he'd repaired before he'd gotten really sick. The feel of the car always had such a powerful impact on him, he always drove it to feel closer to his father, on days that the stress was high. He couldn't believe that just ten years ago, he was in decent shape and doing most of his daily living activities on his own. Now the man could barely get dressed or walk solo. It was such a shame to see such a good male to go down hill so quickly. It broke his heart. Fear was always in the back of his mind, even as they constantly tested him for signs, and though all of the tests had come out good, he couldn't help but keep everyone at arms length away. The drive home was a long one, but he didn't mind The car took care of him, wrapping him up, like a kid in their father's arms. It was a good feeling knowing that the car had become his when Michael could no longer drive, even before Tavin was able to. It had been the one thing about his father that was constant, unmoving, the car never broke down, never had a problem. It was absolutely perfect. He parked the red car into the drive way next to his Audi, hopping out, he closed the door and walked towards the house, and before he grabbed the door knob the front porch lights turned on, and his mother's face appeared in the window, her thing finger staring at him, worry in her eyes, before he could react she had her arms tight around his neck, pulling him close to her, "Where have you been?" she demanded, tears peircing her voice. "I've been worried sick." she confessed into his shoulder, she was about 5 inches shorter than him, and she was so fragile, "It doesn't matter, I'm home." he soothed her, he rubbed his mothers hair, he felt the shakes of her, as she started to sob, "You could have been.." she started, "I'm okay, im okay.." he repeated. This was the reason that he hadn't moved out though he could afford to, he made well enough to afford any kind of house he wanted, but he couldn't leave his mom, she couldn't make it without him, his younger siblings weren't yet strong enough to carry her through the week. After moments of crying, he convinced her to go back to bed, his father and mother no longer slept in the same bed, his shakes were too severe for her to get any rest. It took a lot of convincing for the doctor to think of her self for a change, her health was falling apart because of her lack of attention. Once he was in the house, he found his room and his own bed within moments. He closed his eyes, but tiredness wouldn't take him, he was going to be up all night, thinking about what he'd been attempting to run away from. [/style]

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

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]IF I COULD DIE IN YOUR ARMS. I WOULDNT MIND[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]CAUSE EVERYTIME YOU TOUCH ME I JUST DIE IN YOUR ARMS[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] July 2012 After having hooked up with Andrea Melendez, Tavin was returning home, his mind was running wild, his heart was racing, nearly beating him in the lungs making it hard for him to breath. He couldn't believe he'd spent the night quite the way he had. A normal guy would think that everything should revolve around sex, a day awake meant that getting naked with some girl was a definite possibility, but by now, he'd discovered that by being a celebrity, that standard didn't count for him, if he wanted to get laid, he could seek it out, and it wasn't hard to find. This was different. He'd met Andrea on the beach, and talkd to her a few times, but he'd had to work hard for the affections he'd recieved. Now that he knew how sweet her touch was, he wasn't sure he could just walk away from it, he wanted more of it. More of her. He could oddly see himself with her day after day without complaint. He was finding himself utterly confused. He'd drove the distance between her house and his in a blink of an eye, never had he been so awake and aware at eight am than he was at that point. He turned off his fancy car and sat in it, staring straight ahead, unable to get out of the car. He knew that he was in for a fight the moment he walked into that door, his mother probably hadn't slept and was most likely worried sick about him. He'd done everything in his power to stay living within the house and being there for his parents, but most importantly his mother, but the pressure she laid upon his shoulders on a daily basis was starting to get heavier with every passing moment. After sitting in the drive way unwilling to move, he finally convinced himself that walking in the door was probably not going to be the hardest thing to occur in the day. He opened the door on his own accord, but his mother's skelton face greeted him around the corner, as if she pounced out of the couch the moment she hard the car door shut. Where the hell have you been? she demanded. Over the last couple of months, he'd stayed out later and later in the night, returning at ungodly times at night, but he justified it by saying he paid rent to his parents. "I was out." he said walking past her, unable to look her in the eyes, once he would, he'd be unable to stand up for himself, and with the night before, he was full of confidence, Andrea feeding him exactly what he needed. He had been wanting to have this converastion for a while, but didn't know how. He walked into the kitchen, the casual swag in his walk, as if nothing was wrong, her body skitted across the floor, her bare feed making loud squeels on the cold black marble of the kitchen, You will not continue to act this way, Tavin James Fox. she said angrly, you have been staying out later and later. its getting out of hand! she continued, as he opened the fridge, his head peering into the bottled drink filled contents, I'm 19 years old. he said as if he wasn't interseted in having the conversation. I pay rent. he said still looking into the well lit container, and i am my own man. he said grabbing a drink and closing the fridge behind him. i will do what I want to do. he finished looking at her as he unseeled the lid of the bottle taking a long drag out of it, he sat the bottle on the marble of the counter top of the island, by the way, im moving into the guest house, he said walking out of the kitchen living his mother enraged reddening face behind. [/style]

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