KILLER, QUEEN.

[desiree]

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so it seems greg and desiree are back together. she couldn't remember if it was the fifteenth or sixteenth time in the past year. it was not abnormal for that to happen. desiree didn't date all that often but for some reason she stuck with greg, if you could say that. they had been off and on ever since they first got together. the problem with the pair was that each of them were bored easily so they when they found themselves getting bored with each other they would find something to nitpick about all of the time and it would eventually lead to them being "off" again and it meant that desiree had to move back into her own house. desiree never technically moved out of her house. what usually happened was 80% of her clothes made it over to greg's and she just stayed there all of the time. it made things much easier seeing as it was every two weeks that she was moving all of her shit back and forth. it was something that was mainly based on the two's ego problems. they were never worried about not getting back together because they both thought that they were so awesome that the other would want them back eventually.

desiree's ego was not the only thing that contributed to their break ups. another big factor was the fact that she had a very flirty personality and people could take that wrong very easily, though, if we're being honest, she means it wrong most of the time. it never really helps when she dresses like she's going to bed when in actuality she's going out. it always sparked something in all of her boyfriends. they always got insanely jealous and obviously did not want her walking around like that. it wasn't uncommon for her to have a tank top or something that was just oversized, like the one she was wearing today where you could see her bra a little from the top and a lot from the sides and you could almost see her ass coming out of the bottom. the whole reason that she dressed like that was because she liked the reactions that she got from people. she liked it when guys looked at her. she was an attention whore and it was kind of obvious. plus, she liked it when people were worried or jealous about what other people got to see.

she wasn't always a bitch though. sometimes she was a very loving girl. she was especially nice when she was missing someone. why was this? she didn't like being alone. the feeling of being lonely was not particularly something that she enjoyed much at all. that was why she bitched and complained so much that greg was always gone working. she knew that he had to be gone and that it wasn't his fault but she always missed him and she hated waking up alone, which was why she relished the few days that he was not out of the house before she woke up so that when she did wake up she could cuddle up to him and steal his warmth and that was where her pure state of happiness came in mind. all she needed in life was that feeling, sex, and of course, cake. If you know her at all than you know she could not possibly live without cake. or sex really, but it wasn't like she figured greg could either, and he definitely was not complaining about how much they were having.

she was sitting in an armchair when she heard the door open. greg was finally home. she greeted him with her usual hug and kiss. "finally, workin' man is home." she giggled softly. there was something she had wanted to ask him. she couldn't remember it now. damn, that was going to piss her off. she was thinking back to when she thought of it. it was when she was getting dressed. she was thinking that this was what she'd wear to lollapalooza. THAT'S WHAT IT WAS. "are you going to lollapalooza? cause you know i'm going with your sister and jules and kat, right?"

status • complete for greg/hannie
word count • 700
lyrics • hello mexico by sparks the rescue
outfit • here!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[hannah4]

Greg sighed as he swung his leg over his motorcycle, sliding the helmet off his head. He hung it on the handlebars by the chin strap and set the stand before walking away from it. Days he was at work always seemed so long and uneventful. He taught the same group of little rich girls whose mommies were willing to dish out however much cash it took to get them what it took. Greg was a great teacher, he prided himself on his work, but he had yet to be discovered by anyone of serious prominence. Sure his small studio had taken off in no time. It seemed if you got one client, they went and told all their little friends and suddenly he had six more. He definitely wasn't complaining, but he was getting tired of teaching the same things. He had a group of older girls who were all at the same level, then the young ones who barely had a big enough attention span to walk across a dance floor without tripping. He was just frustrated that he was so serious about what he loved, yet he wasn't really getting anywhere with it.

On his walk up the stairs to his fourth story apartment, he reminded himself to be humble. He had a nice life. And for someone who was kicked out of their house before they ever even entered high school, he had built something pretty substantial for himself. He had a nice apartment in Los Angeles, a bitchin' dance studio, and he was never in a shortage of cash. Besides all that, he had a gorgeous girl waiting to pounce him in the matter of a couple seconds. She was expecting him home soon, and she wouldn't dare miss that. For some reason she wanted him around all the time, which was strange. She always wanted him there when she woke up and when she went to sleep. She wanted him to call her all day. Now this wasn't something that Greg minded, well, most of the time he didn't. But sometimes it was overwhelming, trying to be there for her and still keep the life he'd grown accustomed to over the past couple years.

He reached the door and felt like collapsing. He wasn't out of shape, but after a full day of dancing, teaching, then taking his hour class, four flights of stairs were just enough to have him whipped. He slipped in the door quietly, shutting it behind him. As soon as he turned around there she was, which actually made him smile. "Hey baby," he greeted back as he slipped his arm loosely around her waist to return the hug, and pursed his lips against hers for a second. Sometimes it scared him, how much they acted like they'd spent their entire lives together. But then shortly after that usually came an explosive fight about nothing in particular. It seemed they often tried to find things to fight about, and Greg was almost up to admitting he did it sometimes. Why? The makeup sex was great. Sex was his motivation for most things, and he wasn't ready to give up doing Desiree every night just yet, so he had to keep on this whipped act.

He went into the bedroom, throwing off his t-shirt. When he heard her talking, he poked his head out from around the corner. Lollapalooza? Oh yeah, his sister had mentioned something about that. "Oh yeah.. that's today isn't it?" he said, putting on his thinking cap. Did he really want to go babysit his sister and all her underage friends? Wait, they were all of age now. Except Desiree. There couldn't be any harm in it. "Yeah, I guess I'll go," he said as he went back into the room to search for a shirt. Whoa, wait. He instantly appeared from around the corner again. "You're not wearing that are you?" She wasn't even wearing pants for fuck's sake! If she bent over he and everyone else watching could probably see her ass in its entirety! "Go put on some pants, skank." It wasn't a suggestion, but an order as he slipped on a pair of jeans and walked past her shirtless to the kitchen. He reached into the fridge and got a bottle of water. Greg was possessive of Desiree, yes. If they were going to be in a committed relationship.. or at least call it that, she wasn't going to go running around like she usually did. Not on his watch.

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aye babay, all 748 words are for desi (jen). greg is rocking his outfit

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[desiree]

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desiree felt bad for greg. why? she felt bad for him because he had so many things that he had to do and desiree really didn't have anything. sure, she did have a job now, but it wasn't anything that was going to be terribly stressful. he was always gone all day and was always so exhausted when he got home, though he did always seem to have the energy for sex. she, even when she had a job, never really came home tired or anything, frustrated sometimes, but there was never anything more than that. she probably should have shown that she felt bad for him or something by being a little easier on him, but she couldn't deny that she liked the fighting. She liked arguing with him. she couldn't deny that he was damn sexy when he got mad, which was why she liked to make him mad so much. besides, have you ever had make up sex with greg? if you had, you'd understand. it also kept things interesting.

desiree's biggest problem with dating people was that she got bored. she really hated being bored and it was so easy for her to become bored with things. that was probably the biggest reason that she nit picked at things and found things that upset her with greg, or that she did thing she knew he didn't like. it kept her relationship with him interesting and kept her entertained. greg probably knew that because the minute she got bored with something she would complain over and over until she got to do something else. she actually would not be the least bit surprised if he had the same problem with boredom as her. he was alike her in so many other ways. they both enjoyed the arguments no matter how much they denied that they did. she knew that he probably liked it more for the make up sex than anything, not to say that desiree didn't enjoy that. she just liked the fun of arguing more than the sex aspect. most people hated arguing because it made them feel bad and most people would probably think that it didn't effect desiree that way. that was where they were wrong. when he started the arguements and said things that he knew would hurt her she did get hurt, but she had learned in all of these years to just ignore what other people say and hide it.

desiree had had a hard time growing up with that kind of thing. she didn't have a particularly hard life when it came to where she grew up and her mother or anything, but she had always had to grow up quickly because she was carted around so much because her mother didn't have time to stay home with them a lot, which led to the fact she grew up with an older and much more critical crowd. she was always being viewed as that little girl and she always had to make herself seem older and like she was so much better than the other girls her age. That was something that helped her now, though. When she was younger she learned how to prove people wrong and how to not act young, though that only really worked when it came to proving that things did not affect her, even though they did. She still very much acted her age, greg would definitely tell you that.

Their plane did leave that night and she had hoped that he remembered. He said that he wasn't sure if he was going, but she had gotten him the ticket anyway. She was glad he was going. She liked being around him. She smirked when he questioned her. "What? Don't you like it? Everyone liked it when i went out today!" Okay, so she really didn't go out today, but she wanted him to think that she had. she liked pushing his buttons. "Nope! I don't wanna wear pants. I have more like this for actual lollapalooza!" She giggled softly and sat down on the couch, watchign the shirtless greg walk past her. Damn, he looked fine.
status • complete
word count • 6some
lyrics • hello mexico by sparks the rescue
outfit • here!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[hannah4]

It was all starting to come back to him now. He'd cleared out the next couple days in his schedule to fly with his girlfriend and sister to see some music festival that he wasn't exactly all that interested in. But whatever, it was an excuse to get out of LA and away from his busy schedule. He would enjoy it regardless. Besides, fucking in a hotel was, for some god forsaken reason, so much better than fucking at home. He leaned against the counter with his bottle of water, his thoughts hovering around how hungry he was. He looked down the counter and saw their plane tickets, which he sauntered closer to. They had a couple hours until their flight, which meant they should probably think about heading to the airport. Wait, he hadn't even packed yet. Leave it to Greg to forget he was going across the country and pack ten minutes before they left. But he couldn't concentrate on packing, not when his girlfriend was standing there looking like the biggest fucking slut on the planet. What other girls went out in just a tank top? He growled to himself as he finished the bottle and crushed it, tossing it into the trash can.

He leaned over the counter and looked straight at her, the muscles in his arms bulging a little as he supported his weight on them. His eyes were basically throwing daggers at what she said. She'd gone out in public in that? Bullshit. "Did the general public tell you what they thought about your vagina? Because it's hanging out." He knew he was being harsh, but did he care? Absolutely not. That was just Greg's personality, and she knew it. He was hoping she was just doing that thing where she pushed his buttons to start a fight.. though it wasn't going to work tonight. He wasn't in the mood to battle it out. The older he got, the more he sort of gave in. Sure it wasn't often, but he was giving in more than he used to, which was never. He ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up a little. "I'm not leaving this house until you put on pants, Dez," he said very matter-of-factly. It didn't matter to him whether or not they went to Lolla-whatever. He'd be fine with missing the flight and staying here, but he wasn't going to be seen with her like that in public. He had an image to uphold, and going out with a girlfriend who was wearing nothing to cover her ass was not something to help said image.

He shrugged as he walked past her again and into the bedroom, where he went straight to the closet. He yanked his duffel bag from the top shelf, into which he threw some shorts, tanks, tees, boxers, and socks. He didn't even look at what he threw in, simply because he didn't care. In his own mind, he could pull off damn near anything, and chances were if he owned it, he could rock it. He went into the bathroom to gather the shower things, a razor, cologne, toothbrush. He just chucked that all into the bag as well. He hoped they weren't staying too long, not that it mattered anyway. He pulled out one more shirt and slid it over his head. He tugged the zipper closed and heaved the bag into the living room. "I guess we're taking your car to the airport.. we sure as hell can't take my bike," he said pointlessly, just trying to start up some sort of conversation. He didn't mind silence, but for some reason he felt like talking to her even though she was making him livid with this whole, pants protest.

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aye babay, all FAIL words are for desi (jen). greg is rocking his outfit

[/color][/url] as usual. the lyrics are nelly furtado, the image, text, and temp are mine, all mine. and now to johnny with the weather: quality > quantity right?.[/size][/font][/justify]
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[desiree]

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desiree could tell that there was something different in greg's tone of voice. she could tell there was something different in the way that he was arguing with her. it wasn't the same as it normally was. as serious as they were normally, there was still always a hint of playfulness when he spoke. today there was not. okay, he must just be super stressed or something. she decided to push it less than she normally would have, but that was only because she didn't really want him to hate her or anything. he threatened to not go and that was something she believed, and that was just because she knew that he really didn't care to go to this thing anyways, he was probably only going so that he could get out of Los Angeles anyway. desiree's big perk about going was a soft hotel bed. and no, it was surprisingly not for the sex, which was awesome, but just because they were always the most comfortable damn things in the world and you could buy the same bed and put it in your house and it could never be the same as having it in the hotel.

desiree and greg never really went anywhere together. i don't mean they didn't go out around los angeles together, because they obviously did, but i mean they never took vacations or went out of state anywhere. that was probably because they were never together long enough to plan anything like that. they had tried once to plan going to new york for a week for something, but two days later she was packing her shit and moving back into her place. That was nothing unusual, either. that was how things tended to go with the two of them. they were never together for more than a month and never apart for more than two weeks. desiree didn't usually find other people during that time because she knew it would be any moment that greg would call her or she would run into him and they would be back together like it was nothing. she liked having this kind of relationship, there was no doubt about that. it kept her interest and allowed her to explore other options if she really wanted to, and she had, but she never had really found anyone that met the standards that greg did, of which most were in bed. that really proves that most of their relationship was based on the sexual aspect.

desiree followed him into the bedroom and looked for some sort of pants to wear. she couldn't believe how easily he could pack. everything she picked out had an exact reason as to why she packed it. "i can't believe you didn't pack before now." she pulled out what seemed to be the shortest pair of shorts she had and slid them on, which were not much longer than the shirt at all. she couldn't completely give in to what he wanted, now could she? "happy now, grandpa?" she giggled and walked back out into the living room/kitchen area. "Yeah, i can drive if you want, too." She paused and put some last minute things in her purse, her bags had been packed for a few days now. "Have you eaten yet, babe? Or should we stop somewhere on the way to the airport?" there was another one of those moments where they acted like they'd been together for longer than they had. she was pacing the room slowly, just waiting for him to get all of his shit together. "can't wait for that fucking hotel bed." she mused to herself. okay, i told you, she really loved those damn beds. next thing she knew she was pulling a small thing of m&ms out of her purse and snacking on them. chocolate fiend, she was.

status • complete
word count • 642
lyrics • hello mexico by sparks the rescue
outfit • here!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[hannah4]

Greg eyed her carefully as she came into the bedroom. He just hoped she wasn't going to put up anymore of a fight before they left, or while they were gone actually. It might be nice to experience having a fight-free time for once. That never happened though, and God knows it wouldn't happen this time. It was their first real trip together leaving LA, so it wouldn't just go smoothly. Sure they'd tried before but they always broke up before it happened. Apparently he had to forget about it until last minute for it to work. He was alright with it, but he could sense a fight waiting to erupt from the both of them. It was a usual feeling even though they were pretty relaxed and at ease right now. He rolled his eyes at the comment he knew was inevitably coming. "Haven't had time before now, Dez," he reminded her. He really usually didn't have time to do those sorts of things. He came home, ate dinner, fucked his girlfriend, went to sleep. That was his routine and he liked it. This whole, Lollapalooza thing was just throwing a wrench in his system. But he'd deal with it, since he got to spend time with his sister. He did get to spend time with her, but it usually wasn't all that quality.

He glanced over and watched her put on the tiniest shorts he'd ever seen. He sighed, knowing that was probably as good as it was going to get. At least it looked like she was attempting to cover everything. No one could blame him for not wanting the entire world seeing what he fucked every night. "Overcome." So maybe it hadn't been what he was looking for, but he didn't really care. He was tired of nagging her - he wasn't her mom. This was the typical attitude you got from Greg on a Friday evening. Work wore him out, there was no other excuse. Of course, if anyone danced all day every day and put all their effort and passion into it, they would be tired as well. He heard her suggestion, and knew she only said it to grind his gears. "I'll drive." His man pride wasn't about to let her take the wheel, not while he was still breathing and his arms still moved. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but he was a little old fashioned in the respect that the guy should always drive. He didn't even care that it was her car. The only reason they were taking it was because they couldn't very well load all her luggage onto his motorbike. The bike worked very well for Greg, since he commuted to work and back home, and that was just about it. He lived alone when she wasn't there, so he didn't need some huge car. And even when she was there the bike was fine since it had room enough for her.

At the question, he could feel his stomach growl. God, yes, he was starving. "I'll get something on the plane," he replied, mostly just because he didn't want to slow down the process of getting there. Besides, another stop meant another chance to fight, and he was sort of vehemently avoiding that right now. At least until they got to Chicago. He was going back and forth trying to figure out if he got everything when she said something about the beds. He chuckled under his breath. "You're not gonna be sleeping on it much," he mused right back. It was a vacation of sorts, so he definitely expected a pick up in the sex. Not that it had much room for improvement, but maybe he was talking about the quantity, not the quality. He couldn't ask for much more quality-wise. But he felt like smacking himself for thinking about it, so to hell with it. "Let's go." He grabbed his medium-sized duffle bag and the largest one of hers as he turned off the lights and headed toward the door. "I feel like a fucking pack mule, did you have to bring the WHOLE closet?" He growled under his breath. "Come on, my arms'll snap off soon!"

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aye babay, all FAIL words are for desi (jen). greg is rocking his outfit

[/color][/url] as usual. the lyrics are nelly furtado, the image, text, and temp are mine, all mine. and now to johnny with the weather: quality > quantity right?.[/size][/font][/justify]
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[desiree]

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desiree was actually kind of glad that he didn't fight about her shorts. she did like making him angry and jealous and maybe even protective about what she wore, but it wasn't something that she wanted to go on an entire ranting argument about. why? well, that was probably because she knew that he was in the right and she was in the wrong. she knew that the way that she dressed was not even a little bit appropriate. her mother used to yell at her, her brother yelled at her, and it wasn't unexpected when other people did. she could always get away with it at home, though, because, as expected, greg liked looking at her. he just didn't want other people looking at her. she, on the other hand, would do whatever she could to get people to look at her. in a good way, i mean, she didn't go around acting like a fucking idiot for attention or anything. that was probably was she was so surprised that greg could pack the way he did. he didn't seem to care if people looked at him. desiree didn't want anyone looking at him, though. she couldn't deny that when girls looked at him she got an intense sense of protection over him. she'd never gotten in a fight with anything because of it, but she would if it came down to it.

of course, desiree would no doubt lose. there was no doubt that desiree had a big mouth and knew what to say to prey on people's biggest fears or things they were sensitive about. the only problem with that was that it didn't mean she wasn't hurt when people picked on hers. she was very sensitive when people attacked the way that she looked. not the way she dressed, but her physical features. she had always seem herself as a beautiful girl and for someone else to say differently took a hit at her self confidence (which she probably had too much of for the most part) for a period of time. greg definitely knew that and when he really wanted to win an argument he'd bring it out, which probably should have let desiree know that he obviously wasn't being serious, but that logic didn't work in her mind when she was hurt the way that she was by it. that was something she couldn't get over. she probably should have with the frequency that it happened, but she couldn't help it.

desiree wasn't going to fight with him for not packing. they didn't really have time for another fight. she just shrugged, "alright." she nodded when he decided that he would get something to eat on the plane instead. he always wanted to drive, even if it was her car. she could argue, but she didn't really like driving anyway. she smirked at him, "oh really? if you're lucky." she paused, "i'm still fucking sleeping til noon. plenty of sleeping time on it. you'll deal with it. i'll give you head or something after." he always bitched when she slept in late, so she figured she'd give a reward at him early so that he wouldn't bitch. she rolled her eyes when he spoke, "Dude, did i say you had to carry everything?" she never told him he had to, but he decided to take it upon himself and try and carry everything. she rushed in front of him and pulled open the door for him after grabbing what was left to hold. "C'mon little baby. Stop your whining. Won't be long you'll have to hold them. I'll make it up to you somehow." Somehow she thought that would somehow turn into something sexual.

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word count • 618
lyrics • hello mexico by sparks the rescue
outfit • here!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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