* I KNOW YOUR FACE LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND ,

[breezy]

NOT UNSCARRED SO FAR
but i am a success
OF BITTER SWEETNESS - - - - - - - *

CHILDHOOD WAS SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS FOR KIDS LIKE BREEZY.

[/color] well, except for the fact that breezy was different in several ways. first of all, her name was breezy. you didn't meet too many kids with names like "breezy". people didn't want to name their children anything crazy, because they wanted their kids to get respectable jobs. honestly, who would take a girl named breezy seriously? at least, that's what the other parents and administrators said. the name was cute for a small child, but when the child grew, it stopped being cute and it lessened the opportunity for them to get a good job, apparently. sure, her father had a "respectable job". he was a writer and he wrote screenplays that would be converted to movies and television shows for others to enjoy. he made a good living off of something that he enjoyed doing. but what overshadows her lovely father's job was her mother's occupation. her mother was a former adult film actress. to put it bluntly, she was a porn star; a well-known one at that. it wasn't easy with all the others whispering about it, as well as it getting around with the parents. there were various occasions when some parent or staff would have the nerve to make some smart comment and her mother would head up the the elementary or junior high school, cursing people out like she had no sense, with her husband trying to pull her back into the car. their parents were always defending themselves when it came to their child. it was their duty; it was what they had to do.

however, when breezy reached high school, she didn't have the courage to defend herself, and that was when she got the worst of it. in high school, she wasn't the most attractive of people. she'd been a bit overweight, with the lovely addition of acne, glasses, braces, the whole she-bang. she was never the prom queen type; she just never filled that role. she was always the girl locked away in the library, her head tucked in a book as she tried to avoid the rest of the world. she kept to herself and didn't say much to anyone. her philosophy was that as long as she stayed out of everyone's way, they would leave her alone. but oh, how wrong she was. it gave people a reason to crack on her all the time. it made her a target to the other students. they would make fun of her weight, push her around, isolate her in the lunch room and make her sit alone. and of course, she would just take the bullying and wait for it to be over. when they locked her inside the girl's bathroom, she just accepted it and waiting until some unknowing janitor unlocked the door and let the crying girl out. high school was absolute hell, and no, you never forgot things like that. they were supposed to be your "golden years", but it was far from that. things like that never left your memory. high school was malicious and sure, it was probably like that for someone else. if breezy could, she probably would've tried to rescue kids from the pains of high school and just kept them away from it all. still, high school was like some sort of fucked up lesson that just taught you about the world. graduating felt like a big "WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD" was stamped on your head. no one entered the world completely invincible, and high school had definitely knocked breezy down a few notches.

but those days were over, thank god. and though she didn't forget, breezy just pushed it to the back of her mind and hoped that she wouldn't think about it much. the girl had definitely changed since high school, and everyone could tell. her father always told her that now, she was the spitting image of her mother and it was true. breezy ran her fingers through her dark long tresses as her black shorts-clad legs moved her down the sidewalk, the heels of her black boots clicking against the cement pavement. the white v-neck on her chest perfectly accented her chest, accompanied with one of those cute little black pinstriped vests. the girl looked like a hellraiser, and yes, it was true. she was no longer the little girl that was a fullblown pushover. no, she was an actress. a goodlooking one, at that. but she didn't let shit like that get to her head. some people got better looking and got all cocky the moment that they did, but that wasn't her scene. she was still, except she'd shove her heeled boot up your ass if you even thought you'd get away with saying some shit about her. and if one thing didn't change about her, it was the girl's love of food. and goddamnit, did she love it.

the sun was high in the sky as breezy searched for one of her favorite eateries in the city. it was a bit posh, but she didn't give a fuck. if the food was good, the food was good. bree wasn't one of those "no thanks, too many calories", "i'll have the salad" or "i don't eat meat" girls. fuck that shit. calories were her best friend, salads were only good if she was eating it as an appetizer, and meat was her personal jesus. in other words, she loved her food. her exposed legs guided her to her favorite cafe, where she gave the matron her bright smile. she was a regular at the place and they knew her, so there was always an available space for her, even when they told others that there wasn't. she was guided to her usual table, her dark red fingernails gently dragging themselves against the fabric of the elegant white table cloth. it only took her two seconds for her to order her usual and have the order sent off to the kitchen. 'no guests with you for lunch this afternoon?' the waiter asked, considering the fact that she usually dined with the company of her friends. with a smile, breezy simply replied, " none that i know about. flying solo today. " but oh, if only she knew better.

closed for elias/the girl with the crabs.

* WORD COUNT; one thousand and forty eight. * LYRICS; killer life by morningwood. * NOTES; you can start fistpumping now. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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eli's life was so fucking messed up at this point he couldn't think straight. last time he actually felt like this he almost killed himself and that wasn't fun. not only was her dragged into countless therapy sessions but he was also shunned from jasper for awhile. call him a pussy or whatever but he experienced what it was like not having the guy around and..it sucked. there had been days when he was truly happy and then there were days when he was just so fucking depressed he didn't know what to do with himself. then there were days when he would snap at everyone for the smallest things. like when he found out that kat had played his xbox when he wasn't there. what the fuck? did anyone not know of common courtesy anymore? and where the hell was japser when that shit was going down? ugh, fuck his life. why couldn't he just be back in high school when things were simple. wake up and go to school..most of the time, hang out and get into trouble and then go home and get into more trouble? but no, he had to grow up so fucking fast nowadays hadn't he. he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and walked briskly towards the cafe. he needed some time away to think and get his head on straight before he snapped. and that wasn't good, for anyone.

ah, high school - the glory years. he wasn't on the football team or anything, he was just one of those kids you had in your class that talked back to the teacher and made his or her life a living hell. you know what i'm talking about, the kid that sat in the back and called students faggots and dumbasses without a care in the world. and the kids who loved to pick fights with the other so-called "badasses" of the school. elias loved all four years and wish they were on repeat for the rest of his remaining years. a light breeze picked up in the air and that's when he started thinking about her. breezy. shit, fuck him running. miss piggy is what he use to call her when they were in school and now...shit, now there wasn't nothing piggy about her. she looked totally different, and the only reason he recognized her was because she called him out. damn near tried to give him a bruise on his chest where she punched him. breezy was sexy and if she had looked like that back in school things would have definitely been different between them. but he just couldn't help himself way back when, she brought it on herself as jasper said. yeah, genetics were a bitch but she didn't have to come to school looking the way she did. breeze could've easily slapped on some make-up, had a little session with the track or billy blake and be the knock-out she was now.

and back then she wasn't really fat, i mean the girl was hefty but she could've been worse. elias had been a huge dick back then, a HUGE one. it was funny then..and was still funny now thanks to jasper. elias didn't dare say earlier that a part of him felt bad that he treated breezy that way, but the asshole side overruled as usual and he kept that tid-bit to himself. wait, why the fuck was he thinking about breezy? shaking his head vigorously, he picked up the pace not only to try to think about something else but also to eat, he was fucking hungry. as usual. elias was a bottomless pit and you never wanted him at your house. EVER. he could eat a huge meal and then an hour later be in the pantry looking for something to snack on. well what did you expect he was a huge male, jacked at about six foot one and weighing about two hundred and fifty plus. he worked out from time to time but he always had this huge build, just like his dad. so he wasn't surprised as he walked down the streets people tended to steer clear from him. his hand was removed from his pocket as he opened the door for himself and stepped inside. may i help you? his green eyes shifted over to the person that spoke and he stared at them blankly. "uhh..." he exclaimed quietly as he scanned the place and that was when he saw her. breezy. damn, she was like that rash that wouldn't go away, or in better words that new trend that everyone followed for months. "i'm meeting someone" what the fuck was he saying? he sighed deeply before he mustered up enough courage and began to walk towards her.

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[breezy]

NOT UNSCARRED SO FAR
but i am a success
OF BITTER SWEETNESS - - - - - - - *

UNLIKE ELIAS, LIFE WAS GOING PRETTY WELL FOR BREEZY.

[/color] she had a nice career already established, with all the opportunities that she was landing. sure, she wasn't "BAM!" famous, but it wasn't really about that. she wasn't too concerned about being famous and all that business, but she wouldn't lie, it would be nice if she did. right now, it was just about her getting some good gigs and doing them to the best of her ability. she was pretty content about her life. the days came quick and the nights went slow when she was having a good time. so, no, she really couldn't complain. well, unless it came to talking about dating. then she could complain. breezy completely knocked the idea of dating out of the ballpark. why? because after a series of dates with lame ass dudes, you would too. these were just dudes that were trying to get laid by a hot chick. then there were the guys that had absolutely NO personality and the conversation went pretty much nowhere. there were guys with stupid hair, lived with their mothers, had no idea where their life was going, guys with no emotion. hell, even when her friends set her up on blind dates, the guys were dense morons. that was when breezy decided to call it quits. it wasn't worth putting effort into if all the guys were complete fuckwits.

it was all about getting away every now and again for bree. some days, she just felt completely out of it and had no idea what she was doing. she had bad days too; everyone did. still, she didn't like to linger on the ideas of all the negatives. the only thing that would make her want to do would be taking the toaster in the bath, especially when she started to think about her appearance. man, that would really fuck her up sometimes. yeah, she looked nothing like she did in high school, but that didn't matter. what happened then still stuck with her now and she absolutely loathed it. even up to this day, she had a strong thing against mirrors. she was better now, kind of. it was easier on her now, because she could go out and eat whatever she wanted to and didn't worry about gaining weight, like she used to. it used to be pretty bad and she hoped that she never returned to that. but the thing about breezy was that she didn't forget faces. she never did. so when she saw one of high school tormentors, elias walker, she knew his face straight away. you just didn't forgive people for things like that. so when she saw him, she made sure that she made it known. what did she do, you ask? what any girl would do. she punched him in the chest. well, maybe not every girl would've done that, but breezy surely did. you see, the difference about her now, besides the fact that her appearance changed greatly, was that she grew some balls and did what she pleased. nothing could restrict her now.

her perfectly painted fingernails tapped against the table cloth's material as she waited for her food. her light brown eyes ventured around the room, taking in the faces of the people that were seated around her. some of the people were the poshest of the posh, toting around their expensive designer handbags and shoving off their lovely rings from spouses that they were probably cheating on. there were hipsters, dressed like artists when they really couldn't draw for shit. they breathed smoke from all the cigarettes that remained in their system. where she fit into, she didn't know. there wasn't really a "girl with pornstar mothers that look like they can be pornstars too" section, was there? she leaned her chin into the palm of her hand, boredly gazing at passerbys from the window and somewhat listening to the conversations floating around the room. there were people discussing the weather, people talking about how great the sex was last night, and then there was someone coming through the door, saying that they were meeting somebody. her eyes wandered from each person until they finally landed on him. she blinked her dark eyeshadowed eyes, confusion lightly dancing on her features. what the fuck was he doing here? a better question was why the fuck was he walking towards her? she stood up and leaned the palms of her hands against the table. " come to find something to say about me again? " she smartly questioned. " don't worry, i won't be staying for it. " she wasn't looking forward to hear this guy talk about shit from the past that she didn't want to hear about. if anything, she would be gone before he could speak the first word. she moved from the chair and picked up the bag from her tattooed leg, putting it up on her shoulder. the waiter came over, questioning if anything was wrong. she looked over at the waiter and quickly said, " cancel my order. i don't think i'll be staying long. "


closed for elias/the girl with the crabs.

* WORD COUNT; eight hundred and fifty seven. * LYRICS; killer life by morningwood. * NOTES; ---. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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girls and elias mixed as much as they did for the average person. he wasn't one of those guys that fucked everything that had huge tits and a nice ass. he had standards. basically he compared every girl that he had ever been with to kendra wilkinson. oh, kendra with your glorious perfect size tits, gorgeous blue eyes, blonde hair and as well as that crazy ass laugh and personality. if elias could have anyone, it would be her. don't ask him why because he would simply say "it's fate..and i can like whoever the fuck i want". now his friends would say, "she's married" or "she has a kid and is somewhat fat" WHO THE FUCK CARED? to elias she had the perfect body and to be honest it looked a lot better than it did before. the boy was sure that when he was still in high school who would've not said those words. he was a bit shallow when he was younger, as were most males in the high school era and he wouldn't dare look at kendra when she was pregnant. but now, he grew out of those habits and liked a girl with a bit of meat on her bones. what could he say, it got his dick hard. no not really, girls nowadays never really got elias' attention. if they did it was only because he needed to release some tension and that tension wasn't enough for a fight to handle. he always went for the usual brunettes but if she was a blonde it couldn't be too blonde, somewhat on the petite side but not child like small. eyes had to have life in them, especially if they were brown. nothing was worse than having a girl with plain, dark brown eyes and be dead to the world.

frame...well he was a tit guy, they had to be a nice size, preferrably big but not too big and definitely not small. he went no lower than a b cup and even that shit was pushing it to the limit. she had to be able to not take shit from anyone, especially not from him because he had his moments where he knew he got on everyone's nerves. she needed to handle it otherwise she needed to get the fuck out of dodge. "oww.." he said to himself as he began to roll his shoulder around until he heard a faint pop. that was the last time he tried to hug jasper, that guy could be so hurtful at times...well mostly all the time. elias felt the need to hug him because jasper had said thank you, he fucking said thank you. can you believe it? first of all, elias never expected to be thanked because that was a deed that didn't need to be thanked and two, it was either that or have him rip every single person in the chatroom heads off. all because of her. "fucking bitch.." he muttered quietly to himself. before he got stuck in the foul mood he quickly diverted his thoughts to something else before he threw shit. but anyway, it had been centuries since he heard those two words come out of jasper's mouth and eli thought that a proper hug was in order. WRONG. he ended up being wounded by jasper, AGAIN, only this time his arm wasn't broken but his shoulder hurt like fuck.

if he wasn't wounded by jasper, he was wounded by breezy. ah, breezy how fare thee...or whatever that shakespear shit said. eli had to be honest, if she was doing the hitting then he would gladly take the punches with open arms. she was sexy, not even gonna front on that shit - she was definitely hot. but his chances with her were shot to shit because of what he put her through in high school. if he had a time machine he would've gone back and switched somethings, like with her for instance. not have talked about her at all...well maybe not as much as he did. and he definitely wouldn't have made her cry all those times. god, he was such a dickhead. but the past was the past and the now was happening, and he needed some of breezy NOW. so when he saw her at the table he just had to talk to her, with his hands still in his pocked he glided towards her. though his eyebrows scrunched down as he watched her stand up and all but yell at him. come to find something to say about me again? he was just about to speak when she cut him off and said she was leaving. so he just stood there, dumbfounded, green eyes staring at her as she put her purse on her shoulder. what the fuck was going on? he blinked himself out of his dumb looking stupor and placed his hands up in defense.

"whoa whoa whoa whooa, i didn't come here to talk shit. i came to eat and i saw you and thought that instead of sitting by myself i'd sit with you and not talk shit" it was just dumb luck that he spotted her, let alone saw her here today. he didn't want to ruin her day and he wouldn't sit with her if she didn't want him too, he'd leave - no questions asked. there was always some place else to sit...or eat. "just don't leave...and don't cancel her fucking order" he said before he knew what he was saying. wow, he was on a fast track to get spit or some shit in his food. "i mean...uh..dammit, i don't know." he rambled as he ran his giant hand through his hair. wait a minute, was he actually looking like a softy infront of her? no, this could not be happening, who the fuck was she to make him get all..weird. "i would like it if you'd let me eat lunch with you..." he asked quietly. "i'll pay for it....i owe you fucking big time." if she wanted an apology...that was it right there. elias was never one to apologize because he felt that he was never wrong about anything. so the words "i'm sorry" weren't even acknowledged in his vocabulary.

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[breezy]

NOT UNSCARRED SO FAR
but i am a success
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BOYS, BOYS, BOYS.

[/color] that's all that breezy ever seemed to encounter. they were just all these lame ass boys that had no sense of direction whatsoever. they were tasteless and disgusting, for the most part. if one had something she liked, there was something that immediately turned her off and outweighted the rest. it wasn't that breezy was picky. oh no. she didn't classify you by how you looked, what you wore, what you drank, or whatever. she was one of those girls that liked personalities. being hot was just a plus and it gave you more points in her book. but she wasn't into those hot dumbasses. they weren't her thing. honestly, what would looks matter when you hit sixty years old and were all old and shit? nothing, that's what. the thing about breezy was that she always managed to find herself out with someone with a personality that she absolutely dreaded. there was always something about a guy that would turn her off a little bit, or a lot. there were guys that were absolute pigs. there were guys that would bore her to the point where she had to sneak out. there were guys that smelled really, really bad. maybe she just had bad luck when it came to dating, maybe not. but all the dates she'd ever been on went pretty badly. when it came to flirting, breezy would always beat out the guy and crush his ego before he could get anywhere. she just couldn't find her match, regardless of what the situation was. she classified it as a "male thing". besides, she didn't like boys. she liked men. guys that knew exactly what they wanted, when they wanted it, and how they wanted it. too bad that "men" that were worthy of her time were an absolute rarity in these parts.

then again, the same sort of method applied to breezy's relationships. they just didn't work out for one reason or the other. people couldn't keep her interested long enough, or there would be things they did that just made her reconsider her actions. it was annoying as shit when you had to weave in between people and your feelings about them. relationships meant arguments, arguments meant breakups, and breakups meant a waste of time. she didn't like to think that she would be wasting her time on someone; if she had feelings for someone, she had to genuinely be interested in them. she wasn't going to force herself to listen to everything they said - even if it was the most pointless and boring of topics - just because she was their girlfriend and it was polite. fuck that shit. if she disagreed with something you said, she'd make it known. that was her thing: she spoke her mind now, which made up for the lack of the fact that she didn't before. of course, guys didn't like it when a girl disagreed with them, especially when she was their girlfriend. they expected her to be supportive and back them up on whatever it was, but breezy wasn't a dog. her tongue was sharp and ready to spit fire and anyone that called for it. she recalled times when a specific boyfriend was trying to look tough in front of his boys and told her to go back into the kitchen and make him something to eat. boy, did that end ugly. there was food lying all over the place and all over him after that. you see, there was something that her mother had told her that hit home for her when she was younger. her mother told her she just had to have a "fuck it" attitude. and now, she did. she didn't accept shit from anybody without them facing the consequences. if her boys didn't like it, they could hit the door, or she would walk about before they could, but they wouldn't be leaving unscarred. a lady knew when to leave with her pride, but she also knew when to go out with a bang.

"whoa whoa whoa whooa, i didn't come here to talk shit. i came to eat and i saw you and thought that instead of sitting by myself i'd sit with you and not talk shit." okay, so breezy had to blink. they said that high school could change you, and that people did change from high school, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to believe that. sure, she was living and breathing proof, but she wasn't sure if that applied to everyone. how did she know that he was being genuine? out of all the damn people in the spot, he wanted to sit with her to talk. things just didn't happen like that. besides, there were other places in the city where he could sit and chat with other people that weren't her. her head was telling her that all of this was a bad idea, but there was some sort of gut instinct that was telling her to give it a shot. there was always an inner battle going on between bree's head and her heart. one always wanted what the other didn't. and in the midst of all of her inner conflicts, a confused look must have crossed the girl's delicate features as she looked upon him. she opened her mouth to speak, but then decided against it and closed it back. she didn't want to say something brash that she couldn't take back; that ended up happening a lot nowadays. "i would like it if you'd let me eat lunch with you... i'll pay for it....i owe you fucking big time." at this point, bree's brain was screaming "NO, NO, NO!" what if this was some sort of set up? oh, she'd been set up enough times in high school to know when she was going to be played. maybe this was some sort of joke and everyone else was in on it except her. breezy considered all of the negative possibilities. ..but then again, what did she have to lose? she would show him that she wasn't going to stoop down to his former level. if anything, she was better than that. breezy breathed a slight sigh, her dark eyelids closing down over her light chocolate eyes as she made her final decision. she slowly pulled out her chair and sat back down, placing her bag back onto the floor beside her. " keep my order in. i guess i'm staying. " she looked up at elias from her seat and said, " well, don't just stand there and hover, walker. sit. "

looking up at elias, she couldn't help but let her eyes run over him. no, not in a sexual way, you freak. it was like seeing something for the first time; you had to take time to breathe and take it all in. he'd always been a big guy, but his body was on point. she could tell, even when he had clothes on. she could see the traces of tattoos peeking out from beneath the sleeves and the lowered collar of his shirt. there was something about his slight apology that put her slightly on edge, but eased her up a bit, all at same time. it was almost cute, but she wouldn't give it that word. it was more like vulnerability at it's finest, and he almost sounded absolutely genuine with his apology. feature-wise, the years had been good to elias. okay, so she'd be completely honest right now, the guy was fucking hot. possibly even sex worthy, but she wasn't thinking about that. not when she was still on the verge of being tempted to pick a fork up off the table and stab him in the shoulder with that. yeah, it really wasn't that easy as saying a simple "i'm sorry" when it came to winning over breezy finch. she would be the first to tell you where to shove that apology. but she'd give him a chance. just one. the female clasped her hands together, a smirk crossing her lips as she said, " please tell me you're not as much of a cock as you were in high school. i don't think you're planning anything behind this, but if you are, don't forget there are sharp metal objects all over the place. "

closed for elias/the girl with the crabs.

* WORD COUNT; one thousand five hundred & eighty eight. * LYRICS; killer life by morningwood. * NOTES; WHATUP, BITCH. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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last time elias had a girlfriend was when he was in high school, which showed you how much he entered the love department. his last girlfriend, rebecca, was a total flake - she was not enough woman for him. she went along with everything he said as if she were scared he'd flip out on her or some shit. sure he had a menacing appearance but he wasn't that lethal. and sure he got into more fights and talked shit about any and everyone, who cares, if you wanted to be with elias walker you had to take the punches. and that fucking bitch couldn't take shit, he remembered once when he yelled at her for flirting with one of his friends...when he was in the same room. she just about shit bricks when he punched the locker that was right next to her face. okay, so maybe he had some anger issues, but when you were bipolar teenager who skipped on taking meds and was mad at the world and your parents for making you go to therapy you'd be aggressive too. so after that incident she called it quits and elias swore off girlfriends and just stayed with girls to fuck. more agression. you see how it works, if he can't work off tension then you got the pissed off and grumpy elias. all that testosterone and nowhere to put it, no one was safe. at all. and if elias was left alone because of his actions then so be it, he didn't need anyone there. well, maybe three people...and a half. he always forgot about jules, that crackhead. though he was on and off with his mom, he had a feeling that maybe she was bipolar as well 'cause that woman wasn't right half the time. his dad, whom he use to have animosity towards was cool in his book - afterall he took elias to get his first tat. look where that got them, eli's whole body almost covered in ink.

people always talked about his tattoo's saying he had way too many. well they needed to see his dad because dom would surely shut that shit down quickly. the guy was about 98% ink and the 2% was nothing but pale white irish skin. the fucker. elias loved ink but he didn't love it that much, his dad was a fucking weirdo and apparently you did do stupid shit when you were younger. ew, can you imagine being eighty, looking in the mirror and seeing wrinkly skin as well as what use to be cool looking tattoos and where now just..bleh. ugh, elias couldn't fucking deal it was enough to make him vomit. trying to keep control of his gag-reflex as he stared at breezy was somewhat hard yet easy to do. he didn't want to puke and have her think that when he saw her, she made him puke because she was ugly or some shit. god, what in davy jones' locker was he doing thinking about vomit? you see what went on behind closed doors of elias' thoughts, some very fucked up shit that he couldn't handle. not right now. it was like those cheesy soap operas, when the guy would and scream and the girl would just stand there with the blank expression and she would be having like flashbacks or some shit? ...yeah, probably not but you somewhat got the idea. dropping his hands down to his sides, he sighed in relief when he saw her pull her chair out and sit back down. thats right bitch, who ya daddy? a smirk came across his face as he tried to keep his composure and stay focused on the task at hand. wait, what in the shit was the task? why was he here trying to talk to breezy? why did he just beg her to stay here? what the hell is going on?

shaking his head as if trying to get rid of the questions, he nodded at the waiter and said he'd just have whatever she was having. more than likely he wasn't gonna eat much but if he did, he would order more of it...if it was good. elias liked seconds and usually ordered twice when he was out at a restaurant. well, don't just stand there and hover, walker. sit. he stared at her blankly for a moment as he pulled his chair out. "don't tell me what to do...and just so you know i didn't sit down because you told me, i did it cause i was gonna sit anyway" he exclaimed as he sat down and placed his elbows on the table and playfully glared at her. don't ask him why he wanted to sit and talk to her but something told him that this needed to happen. he always liked breezy, aka miss piggy, truly he did...okay in a bad comical sort of way but liked her nonetheless. sure she surely wasn't the most attractive back in the day but look at her now, looking just like her mom. only better in his opinion. what with her black hair and her brown eyes that said she been through a lot, they told a story. and no he didn't know that because he was apart of it, he was sure if he never knew her he'd see the same thing. all sitting on her gorgeous face and the body, whew, no need for him to get a boner in public right now. wait a minute, what was he doing? SNAP OUT OF IT. "i see you checking me out, don't worry i'll let you see the shirtless wonder" he stated jokingly as he pulled his phone out from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"please tell me you're not as much of a cock as you were in high school. i don't think you're planning anything behind this, but if you are, don't forget there are sharp metal objects all over the place" his green orbs glanced up at the ceiling as if he were trying to remember if he were as much of a dick as he was in high school. "im a dick i will say...but i changed. not as hot-headed as i use to be." he said as he looked at her all the while nodding. "but...i still talk shit, still get into fights and still hang out with that good for nothing asshole named jasper" he added with a slight shrug. now as for her stabbing him with metal objects...not so much chicken. "damn, you hit me once, isn't that enough?" he stated with a slight pout. "can't you save that kinky shit for the bedroom febreeze" yes, she was deemed with a new nickname. febreeze. it was beautiful and fitting for her wasn't it? he shot her a cheeky grin, dimples becoming fully exposed and green eyes gleaming with childish delight as he leaned back in his chair. yes, elias smiled...damn near all the time it seemed like. when he was getting yelled at by joey for cursing in front of the kids or when someone was cussing him out for starting stuff. it didn't matter, if he found humor in it he would milk it for what it was worth and have fun doing it. "so what's been going on hotstuff? since high school, did you find out i was gonna be in the entertainment business and decided to follow me?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow in the process. "i know you liked me but damn, if you wanted to hook up all you had to do was call me"

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[breezy]

NOT UNSCARRED SO FAR
but i am a success
OF BITTER SWEETNESS - - - - - - - *

OH GOD, BREEZY'S LAST BOYFRIEND WAS AN ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE.

[/color] well, maybe not that bad, but he was pretty damn bad. he was an actor - the third actor that she'd dated, actually. the first two relationships with actors didn't work out too well for breezy, but her friends insisted that "third time's the charm!" they insisted that she find someone that was on her level and could understand what the business what like, so they'd relate and all that shit. oh, how wrong they were. his name was travis and the guy was a complete ego. breezy didn't mind it at first, because he would boost up her ego along with his. he paid her all these little compliments and treated her right, and everything seemed alright with the two. she rather liked him from the start. he interested her, and it took quite a bit of effort to interest a girl like breezy. the beginning of their relationship went pretty well. it was towards the middle when things began to somewhat fall apart. he would take her to his premieres or award ceremonies and would tote her around on his arm, like a trophy wife. she liked the attention, she wasn't going to lie. but it was whenever she was asked a question that she was automatically silenced by him and he would answer the questions. oh, and the only questions she was allowed to answer were ones about him, and she was supposed to say how marvelous of a person he was. it was complete bullshit, really. she was nobody's bitch or arm candy. she had a mind and she refused to be the trophy girlfriend who's job it was to stand there and look pretty. it was during one of those premieres that she ended up throwing her drink in his face and leaving the premiere right after. oh, that was talked about for weeks, and he was pretty much the laughing stock of the the industry for a good while. when you crossed breezy, you crossed bad paths that you would wish you hadn't. the end. oh, and that also put an end to her whole "dating actors" thing. third time wasn't the charm after all, and she wasn't about to waste her time on a number four.

there was some sort of intimidation factor to breezy that people said she had and she didn't understand it. maybe it was that look she got in her eyes, the one that swept over her entire features, that told people she wasn't a girl to be fucked with. her eyes would harden and look really intensely at people to the point that they'd get very uncomfortable. maybe it was the way she carried herself that made her seem like she was unafraid of anyone or anything. or maybe it was the various tattooed pieces on her body - including the one of the pin-up girl on her leg - that showed that she wasn't afraid of a little bit of pain every now and again. whatever it was, people tried to stay in bree's good graces. not that she minded. she preferred the fact that nobody started shit with her, because she didn't have to deal with someone's bullshit. a pissed breezy didn't just back down. it was just another quality that she got from her lovely, raging mother. she loved her parents, she really did. they were polar opposites, but they were absolutely perfect for eachother. they were pretty much the cutest thing she'd ever seen. here was this lady, in all of her former ex-pornstar glory, still looking like she could belong in any adult film she wanted, and then there was her father, a homely, humble writer with a smile to warm the soul. she was a combination of the right amount of things. but her mind slipped from that to the fact that she sat back down. no, she didn't do it for him. she would've walked right out the door if she wanted to. the thing was that she didn't want to. high school was several years ago; the least she could've done was give him a chance to redeem himself.

her eyes followed him as she watched him sit down. his blank stare that looked directly at her made her smirk slightly as she heard him say "and just so you know i didn't sit down because you told me, i did it cause i was gonna sit anyway." " i'm sure, i'm sure. " she stated, putting an expression on her face and nodding as if she believed him, but it was clear that she didn't. his playful glare just tugged at the corners of her mouth and made her want to smile, but she didn't. she'd settle for her little smirk for now, until she had an absolute reason to. she wouldn't let him think that he won her over just yet. sure, it was a step in the right direction that she was allowing him to sit with her and have lunch, which was exactly the opposite of what the high school her would've probably thought. truth be told, she always found elias to be quite good looking. it didn't mean that she necessarily liked him though; in fact, she wanted nothing more than to take a bat to his head. he was an attractive guy, but when someone spent every day tormenting the shit out of you, you weren't thinking about that. you were thinking more along the lines of someone potentially kicking his ass while standing right there, enjoying every second of it. she broke from her thoughts once she heard his voice telling her that he caught her checking him out and she couldn't help but laugh lightly beneath her breath. " don't flatter yourself yet. if i was checking you out, you'd know. and i'll pass up on The Shirtless Wonder, thanks. "

"im a dick i will say...but i changed. not as hot-headed as i use to be." okay, so he was still a dick, but he was a bit better than the old times. this was a bit of a relief to breezy - not that she was worried - but she would have less of a reason to curse him out about things. she leaned forward on her elbows and listened to him about him doing the same old thing from before and said, " old habits die hard, hmm? " breezy rolled her eyes at the name "jasper". he was yet another one o those assholes that decided that making fun of her world be a good idea. "damn, you hit me once, isn't that enough? can't you save that kinky shit for the bedroom febreeze?" the girl's smirk widened as she nodded her head at his first question. " once is never enough. after getting into all these fights and whatnot, i expect you out of all people to know that. and as for that last question, " she paused, waving her finger at him as if she were trying to make a point about something. " i'd have to be planning to get in the bedroom with you in order to save anything for it, and chances of that are unlikely. " she smiled and shook her head at him, including the point where he called her febreeze. he definitely gave her a nickname after a fragrance used by potheads to disguise the smell of marijuana, but it was all good. she absorbed the moment where his smile, eyes, and dimples came into effect, making note that he was a very good looking guy when he smiled. so, maybe she could still sense a bit of asshole familiarity with elias. still, there was something else to him that she knew no one could really put their finger on unless they knew him. he was just one of those people you had to know in order to figure them out, unlike many others who you could just read like a book. "so what's been going on hotstuff? since high school, did you find out i was gonna be in the entertainment business and decided to follow me?" the girl rolled her eyes at him, crossing her tattooed leg over the other as she responded in a smart aleck tone, " of course. i became an actress just for you, especially when i didn't even know you were in the entertainment business, let alone what you were doing nowadays. " breezy gave an airy laugh at his last statement, tilting her head to the side slightly as she looked at him, her dark locks brushing her shoulders and falling to the side. " see, the only problem with that is if i did want to hook up with you, i would've already called. this should tell you something, mr. walker. " her pink lips touched the rim of the glass of water the waiter set down on the table, taking a brief drink before she placed it back down. " besides, i don't hook up with just anybody. so, you're out of luck. "


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hard to believe elias only had one girlfriend, well not really...actually. yeah only one girl. after that fuck up he told himself, no more of that shit from now on he was only allowed to fuck not date. and the fucking not really happening nowadays just sucked, his life just came to a hault in the sex atmosphere. no one seemed to really cath his attention, except for the girl sitting in front of him right now. oh god, what was he saying? clearly a girl like her had a boyfriend or a boy toy of some sort, no one this hot walked around on the open market. elias wouldn't have known about her little fiasco with her so called actor boyfriend. sure he worked in the entertainment business but he didn't really care much for the acting side. he only had a few friends who were actors and the rest were just there. screw fame and fortune, if eli wanted that he would've became a singer but no, here he was. in new york, with jasper and jobless and wanting to punch people left and right. home sweet home. speaking of home, he would be heading back to california soon for a family visit. plus his younger brother's birthday was coming up and he needed to be there for the party or his family would have his head on a stick. "of course you're sure, why wouldn't you be" he exclaimed. he eyed her closely as he tilted his head to the side. "come on, you know you wanna smile - i make everyone smile" he added with a light shrug. he wasn't sure about everyone but he made a helluva lot of people laugh, even when he didn't mean to.

"oh oh, i heard a laugh, i made you laugh. two points for me" he "raised the roof" in all of his dorky yet manlyness. elias didn't know how someone his size and his nature be considered a dork but he gladly took the title. rather be a dork most of the time than an asshole all the time. it sucked being in the world without any friends. die hard, what? "yippie-kay-yaaaay motherfuckaaaa" he mumbled as he began to lean back in his chair. placing his hands on the edge of the table, he continued to lean back until his chair was sitting on two legs. yeah, elias never really had table manners, mainly because his mother never bothered in telling them how to eat. it was like the girls of the walker family inherited the shit of something where the guys got the shit. ah, fighting. to him it was better than sex and better than drugs - he loved the contact. being able to punch the shit out of some guy at the bar for looking at you funny or messing with any of your friends it was fucking awesome. speaking of, he hadn't been in one of those in a long ass time - more like three days - and tonight he needed to go out and change that. "okay okay, but next you hit me i'm not just gonna sit there and let you do it" it wasn't suppose to sound like a real threat and he hoped she knew that but if she didn't he added a playful smirk. he couldn't help but chuckle, of course she'd throw something like that out. "we'll see about that" he stated as he began to rock back and forth on the two legs of the chair.

he couldn't help but notice that she was as sarcastic as he was, he began to wonder if she'd always been like that? well how the hell would he know, he always dogged her out and shit. miss piggy? he still had to hold in the laughter as he thought about that name and all that shit that went down with it. jasper was just as bad, he was extra cruel about his shit..though he wasn't sure if he ever made breezy cry. everyone just focused on the fact that elias made her cry all the time apparently but he never saw her cry. or maybe he did and he just didn't give a fuck. elias was picked on for his disorder so when he hit the age when he just didn't care, he was ruthless towards people whom he considered had it worse off than he did. he fed off of their pain and yeah it was fucked up but it was just how he rolled. deal, bitches. "i'm just a lowsy crew member and if i were an actor the only roles i'd be able to get were the bad guy roles..." which wouldn't be that hard to play but still, he couldn't be george washington if he wanted to. not that he really wanted to be george washington of all people, it was just a figure of speech. "so i might be working on the same movie with you one day, so you were bound to meet me" he exclaimed as he finally released the table and the chair landed on all fours with a "THUD". "i don't believe you, you just said that you didn't know i was here in the entertainment business so, shut it" he said before sticking out his tongue at her. so she didn't just hook up with anybody, that was cool they had something else in common. "well i ain't just anybody baby and i think you know that." he said with a wink before he glanced around the cafe.

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