/ IT'S GETTING NEAR DAWN

[annika]

& YOU CANNOT QUIT ME SO QUICKLY

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annika was sitting on jasper's couch doing what she knew how to do best--get drunk and have a good time. most of the time, their drunken shenanigans involved loads of other people, or just their close friends. sometimes it was just the two of them. tonight, it was just jasper and annika, and she was downing liquor like there was no tomorrow. having already have a couple rounds of shots, annika was pretty hammered. now, annika wasn't a lightweight by any means. she could hold her own when it came to drinking and she was very well conditioned to it. in fact, she lasted quite a bit longer than most of her friends when it came to drinking. she'd won multiple drinking games and was a master at things like flip cup, beer pong, quarters and the like. truly, when it came to drinking, she was counted as one of the guys because of the amount of alcohol she could hold down and how well she fared in the games.

but tonight, being here with just jasper, it felt different. she was more comfortable and more in her element--a feat that most people could not accomplish. jasper had the privilege of seeing her at her most relaxed, and most unguarded. when annika didn't have her guard up, she was a hell of a lot of fun. she was sarcastic and sharp, always cracking jokes. it was hard to tell when annika was being serious and when she was being facetious, and that really was part of her charm. or at least...she liked to think so. and besides, it didn't matter what other people thought anyway. she thought she was charming and that was all that mattered to her. other people were stupid and ignorant and their opinions didn't count for shit in her book. this may have also contributed to her charm as well. or maybe it just made her a bitch? it's really in the eye of the beholder.

here's to getting smashed for no reason, annika toasted. she wasn't sure why she was making a toast, as tonight wasn't exactly a momentous occasion or anything. she almost wasn't even talking to jasper, she was just looking for something to say as she downed her next shot of tequila. knocking it back like a champion, annika turned upside down so that her legs rested against the back of the couch and her feet dangled over the top, her head hanging over the edge of the cushion. now, when annika was drunk, she opened up. she became much more talkative and found humor in more things than she would sober. in fact, it was a task to get her to shut up when she was drunk. fill me up! she told jasper, holding her glass out to him. she realized that she was sitting upside down and so was her glass, and let out a laugh. i need to go to bed. that's just the fucking bottom line, she stated.

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music ,, the space between by dave matthews band.
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credits ,, charzard at caution

[chloe]

WHO'S GOT THEIR CLAWS
in you, my friend?
INTO YOUR HEART, I'LL BEAT AGAIN - - *

IF THERE WAS ONE THING THAT ANNOYED JASPER, IT WAS PRATTY GIRLS. honestly, he couldn't stand them. they acted as if they were too good for pretty much anything. they couldn't drink unless it was some high grade wine, imported from god knows where. the wouldn't go to some basement party somewhere, because they only attended parties where everyone was of importance. hell, they wouldn't even eat a chocolate bar, because it would "make them break out". and even if that wasn't the case, it had to be godiva, ferrero rocher, or some other shit like that to make them happy. jasper couldn't put up with that shit. he worked with enough women like that to know that he would annihilate them all before the week was done if he had to tolerate them at every point in the day. although jasper believed that a good majority of the female population was like that, he thanked whatever god there was that not all women were vicious monsters. he was waiting for a zombie apocalypse to occur, so he had a reason to kill them. but until that did, he was satisfied with the girls that didn't completely drive him up against the wall, and one of them was sitting on his couch at that very moment.

she was a dainty little thing, really. jasper came to know annika through his ex-girlfriend olivia. after that whole incident with olivia, annika had cut off all ties to olivia and grew closer to jasper. things worked in strange ways, but jasper wasn't going to complain about it. as a matter of fact, he got himself a good friend out of the whole ordeal. not to mention she was nowhere near the standards of prissy, which instantly gave her high grades in his book. oh, and it was absolutely brilliant getting drunk with her, as they were doing now. jasper could go on and on about all the plus sides of having annika as a friend, but that would definitely take longer than he intended. there was no time for explanations, anyway, since jasper didn't care to explain himself. instead, his focus was on the tequila that presented itself to the two, like a gift from god. the girl was already quite drunk, and it made jasper laugh. and him? well, he hahd a pretty good buzz going for him. they were well on the way to fulfilling the night's drunken shenanigans, and he was oh so content with that.

the atmosphere was at it's calmest that it had ever been. well, the calmest while they were drunk. usually, there was a battle of video games, people singing loudly, or some other shit going on and pretty much everyone in the building could tell that they were drunk. but right now, it was simply him and annika and everything was going perfectly. maybe it was because annika balanced jasper out so well. they were so similar in a variety of ways, that it could've almost been scary. maybe she wasn't as much of a hard ass as him, but she was a good match when it came to the sharpness of the tongue and the sarcasm that flowed through the cracks of their teeth. someone might've said that it was meant to be; but that someone would've gotten laughed at in their face. the thought of them even coming close to that was laughable. she was his good friend that had been there when he was at his worst, and nothing would change that. she was pretty damn sexy, though, and he didn't have to have a couple of shots for him to know that.

he toasted his shot glass against her's with a small smile as she announced their toast. it was a silly reason for a toast, but then again, since when was there a rule that they had to make sense? he lowered his arm from it's toasting position and brought the glass to his lips, tilting his head back as he knocked back the shot. the tequila was working it's magic tonight, regardless of the fact that there was no true occasion being celebrated. he put his glass back down on the small glass table in front of them and watched her with an amused expression as she turned herself upside down on the couch. " fuck sleeping! " he exclaimed, reaching down to fill up his shot glass again. " when you have tequila looking at you in the eye, that's what you do. "once filled, he knocked back the shot and put down the glass once more, picking up the tequila bottle and holding it captive. " not so fast, you. you've gotta work for your shot. " he declared, shaking his finger at her like she should've known better. it was just jasp fucking with her, like he always did. but tonight, she'd have to earn her liquor, one way or another.


closed for sarah darling/annika/jasper's wifey.

* WORD COUNT; eight hundred and twenty five. * LYRICS; crash into me by dave matthews band. * NOTES; PIIIINK. & yeah, it's somewhat shit. deal with it.

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[annika]

& YOU CANNOT QUIT ME SO QUICKLY

& THERE'S NO HOPE IN YOU FOR ME

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to be honest, annika didn't get along with most females. she found most of them the same exact way jasper did--prissy and high maintenance. if annika had a choice, she would choose hanging out with ten drunken, belching males than one prissy female. maybe that's why she fit in so well with her guy friends and was just "one of the boys." she didn't need to have her nails and hair done in a salon to feel beautiful, she didn't need to drink imported drinks or fruity cocktails with almost no alcohol, and she didn't need to be taken to a fancy restaurant to feel sophistocated. annika would be content with drinking a beer and shooting the breeze about nothing. if there was one phrase to describe her it would be low maintenance (much to many guys' delight). she and jasper clicked because of this--annika didn't expect jasper to pamper her. hell, she wouldn't let him pamper her if he tried. she may have been short and small in comparison, but annika could hold her own and she liked to think that people (jasper in particular) respected her for that.

jasper and annika didn't go terribly far back, maybe two years at most. she'd met him through her (ex) best friend olivia. she was her friend at columbia university, one of the girls she'd truly trusted. when ahmed had become controlling, olivia and jasper were there to talk her down and help her with the situation. they both had seen her at her lowest point, and that was not something a lot of people could say. eventually, after a while, olivia betrayed jasper's trust and in turn, betrayed annika's as well. when annika found out that her "best friend" was cheating on jasper, annika felt cheated too for some reason. to think that her best friend, the only female annika was willing to put any stock in, would do that to anyone but most especially to jasper was appalling. sometimes when annika hung out with jasper and they had a couple rounds of drinks, the incident would cross her mind. something would come up in conversation that would remind her of it--a phrase that she used to say, or something that she and olivia used to do together. it was almost unnerving how often annika thought about it. it only served to make her angry or aggressive, or just close herself off to everyone.

but tonight, that wasn't on her mind. annika was thinking of more activities for the two of them to do while intoxicated. they could pull out the xbox and play some call of duty, or they could turn on some karaoke, or they could listen to some music really loudly. it didn't matter what they did, because as long as annika, jasper, and alcohol were involved, they were going to have a good time. tonight, annika was feeling more energetic and more physical than she normally did. when she was drunk, she usually just talked and laughed and talked and talked. but tonight she felt like she could run a marathon or swim across a lake or would just like to lay around and feel the way the couch's fabric rubbed across her skin. looking at jasper upside down was a different experience and she had a notion to reach out and touch him to see if he felt different when she was drunk than he did when she was sober. his skin looked soft, and if she didn't know any better she would have said his tattoos were moving, though she was sure that was the alcohol. he looked handsome from this angle as well, and annika let out a laugh as she folded her legs over her body.

she heard jasper talking and she was about to reply when she flipped over the couch, narrowly missing the coffee table. letting out a laugh, she crawled back over to the couch on her hands and knees, resting her chin on the edge of the couch. work for my shot? annika asked, raising an eyebrow. annika, being the dirty-minded pervert that she was, automatically figured he was going to ask her for a blowjob or something outrageous like that. or maybe he'd tell her to run out into the street without a shirt on to earn her shot. frankly, knowing jasper, neither option would surprise her. bring it on, kemosabe, she challenged him, leaning back on her knees and throwing her arms in the air.

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tagged ,, chloe/jasper.
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music ,, the space between by dave matthews band.
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credits ,, charzard at caution

[chloe]

WHO'S GOT THEIR CLAWS
in you, my friend?
INTO YOUR HEART, I'LL BEAT AGAIN - - *

OLIVIA WAS A GIRL UNLIKE ANY OTHER. shit, there he was again, back on that same old topic. he couldn't help it; there were times when his mind just slipped from him and traveled back to memories of her. everything about her was perfect to jasper; even all of her minor imperfections. being with her made jasper a happy mess. it was the happiest his friends had ever seen him, that was for sure. it was like he could light up the room on his own merit alone. now, it was different. he didn't have the girl by his side to help him glow and smile like he used to. he didn't care enough to try to obtain that old piece of himself. instead, it was swiftly covered with this hard ass shield that no one could penetrate. that was better than being hurt again, right? hell, anything was better than that. he could handle his girl friends really well; the ones that didn't harass him about stupid shit that he didn't want to hear about. they were actually tolerable and he could enjoy their company, which jasper couldn't say about many. girls like annika were just peachy with jasper. they didn't complain about the way the liquor tasted or the negative effects of drinking or anything else. they just did it to do it and have a good time. in some ways, the petite girl reminded him of his old flame, but that was a different topic completely. not to mention a topic that even he enjoyed thinking about.

in a way, he had to thank olivia. not that he would. but without her, he wouldn't have met and had an amazing friend like annika. he had to thank that crazy son of a bitch that was her ex-fiancee for being messed up and having her call it quits. one thing that jasper liked about annika was the fact that she didn't stand down for anybody. she stood her own ground, even when her ex went all batshit and threatened her. she had some sort of air about her that said that she was pretty much unaffected by it, and that alone could scare someone. the idea of her being subordinate to any man or woman was enough to make jasper sylvain laugh. annika just wasn't that type of girl, and that's why he had to respect her. he didn't necessarily respect all the girls that had enough balls to speak back to him, but she was an exception to the rule. he enjoyed the female's company greatly, whether they were alone or surrounded by a bunch of people. either way, they would find a way to have a good time.

they were a perfect fit and she filled the role as one of his good friends perfectly. so what if they'd known eachother for about two years? she was still there for him when he hit rock bottom. jasper couldn't say that much for everyone else. she was captivating, unlike half the other females that bored him to death. she had some witty remark on the tip of her tongue at all times, just in case he and her were about to get into a spar of words. there were definitely days where they stayed up late with eachother, just talking to ( and insulting ) eachother about the stupidest things. maybe this was part of some strange brainwash experiment. there was no way that a simple girl could be so.. so.. wonderful? blah, that wasn't the word for it, and he couldn't really figure it out. she was just different from most, which was as much as he could say. and like annika, this night was starting to feel different. maybe it was the lighting or his inability to keep full focus because of the tequila, but there was something remarkably odd about it. his chocolate brown eyes went over her body once, trying to put his finger on it. however, he couldn't. there was just something peculiar about the whole thing, and it was beginning to sink deeper in. it was somewhat like the feeling he got with olivia when he would just pick her up off her feet and just make her dance with him. yes, it was odd, but it was even more physical than just a mere dance. dancing was for lovers, and a lover wasn't what jasper wanted. it wasn't what he needed. it was all about the physical, and the tequila was beginning to make it boil within him.

jasper laughed as annika flipped over the couch, barely avoiding the table. " you break that shit, you pay for that shit. " he said, pointing his finger at her with a small smile on his lips. she crawled back over to him, his eyes following her as she scurried across the floor on her hands and knees. he tapped his index finger against his chin as he thought of what he wanted her to do for her shot of tequila. oh, the possibilities were endless. he filled his shot glass again and took the shot before putting his attention back on the girl. " it's no fun if i know what's coming, " jasper proclaimed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. " you're gonna have to surprise me. as long as it doesn't inflict any pain on me or my snake. " hey, he had to be clear about it. you never knew with a crazy girl like annika hadley.


closed for sarah darling/annika/jasper's wifey.

* WORD COUNT; nine hundred and twenty. * LYRICS; crash into me by dave matthews band. * NOTES; it's hot, i'm tired, and i have a headache. sue me.

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[annika]

& YOU CANNOT QUIT ME SO QUICKLY

& THERE'S NO HOPE IN YOU FOR ME

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if you took a look at annika, or if you spent the day with her and learned her mannerisms and got to know her, you would probably say that she's the following things: sarcastic, witty, a bitch, a bit on the wild side, independent. she knew that she came off this way to other people, and she was okay with that. most people wouldn't be able to look at her and tell that she'd once been engaged to some crazy, controlling bastard. it wasn't written on her face that she was part of an arranged marriage and had fallen in love, had her heart torn in half between her life and her friends, and her fiancee. at the end of the day, annika couldn't pretend that she was happy and had called it quits with ahmed, and even though she would never admit to it, it had been the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. ahmed was a bastard, to be sure. he'd been controlling and jealous. but annika knew that she'd stayed with him because he was also sweet and loving, and he treated her like a queen. he made her feel like there was no one else in the world for him, and he used to tell her that he would love her until the stars fell to her feet. the way that ahmed used to make her feel was indescribable, almost out of a story book.

but that was over. she was finished with that. once ahmed had started ordering her around, had told her to stop hanging out with olivia and jasper and her other friends, annika resolved to leave him. it was a hard decision, to pick between the man who made her feel so wonderful, and her friends and life. many months passed before annika built up the courage and strength to call off the wedding. in fact, something that next to no one (except for jasper) knew was that she'd called off the wedding and the marriage three weeks before the set date. her wedding had been fast approaching and she'd finally been able to call it quits. for many months after the fact, annika wasn't the same. she felt sort of empty, like she was missing a big part of herself. eventually, she recovered and bounced back like she always did. annika even went out to get a tattoo of a star on her foot, to signify the day that the stars "fell at her feet." jasper and olivia had been there for annika through the entire ordeal. and even though she could never voice it, she was grateful to them. well, to jasper anyway. fuck that other backstabbing bitch.

okay then, annika said, jumping to her feet. swaying a little bit, annika let out a giggle as her head swam from the alcohol. she had the bright idea that she would sing to jasper. after all, she was feeling bold. another thing that most people didn't know about annika was that she'd been in chorus in high school. she was one of those kids you don't talk to because they're quiet and intimidating, but she'd been a head alto. clutching an imaginary microphone and standing a couple feet in front of jasper, she cleared her throat dramatically. sucking in a deep breath, she sang loudly, you just call on me brother, when you need a hand. she leaned forward and smiled into the lyrics. we all need somebody leeeean on. i just might have a problem that you'll understand, we all need somebody to leeeean on! annika decided to skip the next verse and jump straight into the chorus. in addition to that, she jumped into jasper's lap as well, wrapping one arm around his neck and holding one arm out, still clutching the imaginary microphone. lean on me! when you're not strooong and i'll be your friend, i'll help you carry on! for it won't be long 'till i'm gonna need somebody to leeeean on!

finally, it was too much for her. she stopped singing and began to laugh. how was that? she asked, eyeing the tequila bottle for a moment. after a second or two, her eyes flitted back to jasper. something felt different about being with him and being in his arms. it didn't feel the way it did with ahmed, and it didn't make her head feel light. she wasn't nervous and she wasn't self-conscious. she was comfortable. she was at ease sitting here in his lap, looking into his brown eyes. annika hadn't felt so at home with anyone in a long, long while. it was becoming overwhelming, and annika wasn't sure how to react. keeping her jade eyes locked on his, annika slowly reached for the bottle of tequila in jasper's hand and put it to her lips, taking a long sip. she wasn't quite drunk enough to start thinking of the things she was thinking, to feel this way yet. it would be excusable after a few more shots, a few more gulps of tequila.

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tagged ,, chloe/jasper.
words ,, 886
music ,, the space between by dave matthews band.
other ,, you disappeared on me D;
credits ,, charzard at caution

[chloe]

WHO'S GOT THEIR CLAWS
in you, my friend?
INTO YOUR HEART, I'LL BEAT AGAIN - - *

ANNIKA'S EX-FIANCEE AHMED WAS AN ASSHOLE.

[/color] seriously. he reminded him of one of those crazy boyfriends or husbands that he saw on that one episode of Maury ( or was it Jerry Springer? he couldn't remember ) that wouldn't let their girlfriends go out with their friends, or even put on makeup. there was a word for that, and though jasper wanted to dub him as crazy, there was a better word: controlling. he didn't understand how guys could be so obsessive about their girlfriends. yes, some guys do panic about the thought of other guys and their girlfriends leaving them and shit. but still, that didn't mean that you chain them down in the basement and keep them for your eyes only. sure, you caught other guys looking at your girlfriend and attempting to flirt with them. but jasper's mental theory went by this: she chose you, didn't she? of course, he stood by his theory up until the day that olivia ran off and fucked some dude that he went to film school with that. after that, jasper was pretty positive that women were bloodsucking leeches. still, there was never a day when he was in a relationship that he became overbearing and told his girl to drop her friends. he allowed her to go out with her friends, party, and all of that jazz; as long as she came back to him at the end of the day. and the fact that ahmed couldn't be man enough to loosen his hold on his fiancee, even going as far as to threaten her, made him disgusting in jasper's book.

but anywho, that whole ordeal - along with olivia - was long gone. some days, it seemed like everything happened for a reason. at least, that's what he attempted to tell himself. his aunt would always tell him that when he was young, to make up for the fact that his parents were dead, or just to put him at ease. "everything happens for a reason." it seemed like bullshit, but there were some days when it seemed true. he wasn't going to get into the whole psychological matter, because his focus was on annika and the sweet tequila that slid down his throat. his brown eyes followed her as she jumped up to her feet, to do whatever she was about to do. he couldn't help but blink once she started to sing. still, a small smirk crept onto his lips as she continued to sing and he shook his head as he laughed. this girl was something else; she really was. he blinked when she jumped into his lap, his smirk widening as it tugged at the corners of his mouth. they were really reckless when they were drunk. then again, jasper was just straight up reckless whenever he was drunk with any of his friends. at least they hadn't broken anything.. yet.

" that, " he started in a slow voice, making it look as if he were contemplating how to phrase it. " was the corniest shit i've ever heard. " his smirk was at it's greatest capacity as he raised the tequila bottle to his lips, taking a swig without taking his eyes off of her. his thoughts flickered back to his previous thoughts of annika looking exceptionally pretty tonight. maybe that was just the tequila speaking for him, but then again, the tequila was guiding his actions as well. he laughed lowly beneath his breath as she stole the bottle of tequila from him. " i don't recall ever saying that you could have the bottle, annika. " jasper stated, smoothing back the loosened strands of dark hair from her face. his tattooed fingers flicked her nose gently as he smiled slightly, wrapping his arm around her waist to support her. " and i don't like people taking what's mineeee. " he snatched the bottle back from her clutches, taking another drink. " now, you just can't have any. "


closed for sarah darling/annika/jasper's wifey.

* WORD COUNT; eight hundred and forty nine. * LYRICS; crash into me by dave matthews band. * i'm sick. i'm allowed to write shitty posts. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[annika]

& YOU CANNOT QUIT ME SO QUICKLY

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annika could still remember the day that she left ahmed. the memory of his face and the things he said to her still crossed her mind from time to time, as sad as that sounded. annika had told him, flat out, that she was done with him. she was calling off the marriage and the wedding, and she was leaving him. his big brown eyes had welled up with tears and he'd fallen to his knees at her feet. he'd begged her not to leave, that he would change. he said that she was the only woman he would ever, and could ever love. annika had never seen ahmed cry before, except for that day and it tore her heart up to see him like that. ahmed had even sworn to get help, to take anger management classes, to learn to respect her wishes if she would only stay with him. so many times after that day annika wondered if he would have stayed true to his word, had she stayed with him. she wasn't usually one to have regrets, but sometimes she wished she'd stayed with him, just to see if it had worked out. but it was no use living in the past. she knew that it would only serve to hurt her if she kept thinking about ahmed and what could have happened...how she might have started a family, how she would still be with him...

shaking it off, annika focused on jasper again. he was nothing like ahmed. ahmed was jealous and overprotective. they were both pretty angry individuals, to be sure, but jasper was at least trusting. he didn't hound olivia to see where she was, who she was hanging out with, what she was doing. he was sarcastic and funny, and he was never dull. annika never had the ability to guess what jasper was going to do next. he always kept her on her toes, and was always there for her. she never had to wonder if jasper was going to be around to catch her if she stumbled, because he always was. he was dependable. in a lot of ways, jasper was just like annika. they were both mean at times, and had the same sense of humor. annika would take a bullet for any of her friends, and she suspected that jasper would take a bullet for the people he considered friends as well. annika wouldn't admit it, but she was lucky that she had jasper in her life. he was constant, and a constant was what annika needed.

laughing at jasper's comment, annika shrugged. she'd tried her best, and "lean on me" was the first song that popped into her mind. she didn't mind much, since she'd more than earned her shot. jasper kept his eyes on her as he took a drink, and annika's heart skipped a beat. what was the alcohol doing to her? she was feeling different. jasper's eyes looked richer than ever tonight, and that smile he wore made his face light up. when he reached up to brush away the hair in her face, annika smiled without thinking about it. he then proceeded to flick her nose and she laughed again as he took away the bottle. twisting her body so that she had one knee on either side of jasper's body, annika wrapped her arms around his neck. give it baaaack, she whined, reaching for the bottle and burying her face in jasper's neck.

what do i have to do this time to get some more? she asked, rolling her eyes. she was not about to sing again, and she didn't feel like running a marathon anymore. in fact, she wasn't feeling like doing much of anything except sitting here with jasper. he was warm, and his skin was inviting. she had to stop herself from reaching out and touching the various tattoos that covered his arms, just to see if they felt the way that they looked. then, a light bulb went off in annika's mind. i know what we can do, she told him, jumping off the couch. moving the coffee table out of the way, annika explained a fair way to battle for the tequila. standing in the middle of the now empty room, annika faced jasper again and put her hands on her slim hips. we'll wrestle for the bottle, she told him, raising an eyebrow. the smirk that had played on jasper's lips earlier was now on annika's as she prepared herself for whatever he was going to throw at her.

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tagged ,, chloe/jasper.
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music ,, the space between by dave matthews band.
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credits ,, charzard at caution

[chloe]

WHO'S GOT THEIR CLAWS
in you, my friend?
INTO YOUR HEART, I'LL BEAT AGAIN - - *

JASPER COULDN'T STAND SOB STORIES.

[/color] with the way his life was going, he had enough sob stories to spill from his heart that he could've pulled a stunt like his father and just jumped from some godforsaken building. but no, he didn't. he didn't want to be another sob story; the world had too many of those as it was. and if that didn't bother him enough, anothing thing that could make jasper cringe was a stupid love song. i mean, they were nice and all when you could relate to them, but when you couldn't, all you wanted to do was destroy the radio. but jasper was turning his back to the past and blocking out any memory that would remind him of it. well, at least he was trying to. everyone was better off if they just moved on and stopped living in the past. starting over was definitely hard, especailly after you'd been with someone for so long. so, maybe he wasn't completely over the whole ordeal. still, he knew that he had to move on eventually, but he didn't just forgive and forget. that wasn't his style. he didn't like forgiving, let alone forgetting. jasper's grudges ran deep, like the blood in his veins. if you crossed him, you wouldn't be able to live it down for as long as he knew that you still existed. he was a bit malicious, but hey, somebody had to do it.

but no matter what the circumstance was, jasper didn't mind being who he was. at least he knew who he was, because half the people in the damn world couldn't figure out who they were or who they wanted to be. he was an angry guy, and he knew that for a fact. he didn't care to take his medication; he felt like he was being dubbed as "crazy" if he did take them. that, and he felt like he wasn't being true to himself if he took them as well. there were so many downsides to the medication that it made him feel like it wasn't even worth it. why suppress who you really were? it was true that things could get really reckless when he was off his meds. when he wasn't taking his medication and he got angry, bones got broken. you were lucky if you escaped with minimal bloodshed, but yes, there would be blood. sometimes, he even felt a little bit bad about it after he had a outburst, but that all just came included with his lovely little disorder. besides the medication, he was fine when he wanted to be. olivia could defend him in that area, considering the fact that he took his medication all the time when he was with her and never laid a finger on her in any or of violent way. you see, jasper could care if he really wanted to. the thing was that jasper didn't want to. not anymore. he couldn't risk it and there was no way in hell that he wanted to risk it. all he wanted to do was live his life and die in his bed. he didn't even need the wife and kids and the backyard, like he thought he wanted possibly a year back. it was now more like a figment of his imagination and an idea that was completely laughable.

but when you were drunk, there was no such thing as giving up. the intoxication made you feel like you could do anything. hell, you could fucking fly if you were ready to deal with broken bones or the possibility of a hospital stay when you sobered up. right now, jasper was feeling pretty invincible, just like he felt most times, but it was stronger now. he felt temptation swelling in his veins, like he was bound to do something absolutely insane soon. and as the girl straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, he just smirked a little as he took another drink from the bottle of tequila. oh, it would be an interesting night, regardless of the fact if they wanted it to be or not. he quirked his eyebrow upon her stating that she had an idea of what they could do. she got up and his eyes followed her again in curiosity. he watched the girl move the coffee table and he literally laughed out loud at her statement. " you want to wrestle for it? i'm kind of a big guy, you know. " he warned in an amused tone. " but if this is how you want to do it.. " the tattooed male rolled up his sleeves and cracked his neck, just like he preparing himself for a fight. placing the bottle of tequila on the floor to be fare, he smirked at the girl. it was then that he lunged for her, picking her up over his shoulder by her waist, and proceeded to spin around in circles. a few times around had made him slightly dizzy before he caught his balance and somewhat gently plopped her down on the floor. he positioned himself on top of her, his knees at either side of her small frame. " and somehow, i highly doubt that tequila's gonna be your's, " he said, licking the taste of the alcohol off his lips.

closed for sarah darling/annika/jasper's wifey.

* WORD COUNT; eight hundred and ninety. * LYRICS; crash into me by dave matthews band. * WHATUP. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[annika]

& YOU CANNOT QUIT ME SO QUICKLY

& THERE'S NO HOPE IN YOU FOR ME

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it had taken annika a couple years to become the person she was. now, she was hardened to what other people thought of her. she didn't give two fucks if people didn't like her, and she wasn't afraid to voice her opinion. she did what she wanted when she wanted, and she had a certain amount of street smarts. when she was with ahmed, these qualities wanted to come out in her. she wanted to be independent, to get tattoos and piercings, go to shows, and do her own thing. but ahmed kept her thinking that it would be better to not get involved. ahmed loved her just the way she was, and it was better like that. he'd started to convince her that her music was bad, that her desire to become a makeup artist was stupid. she'd begun to believe that she was better off being who he wanted her to be rather than who she really was. eventually, jasper and olivia helped her to realize that this was bullshit, that she needed to stop pretending to be happy and be herself. when she finally let go of ahmed, she was able to become the person she'd wanted to be. albeit, annika was a little bit more distrusting and cynical than she would have been otherwise, but she wasn't complaining.

annika was content with the way she'd turned out after everything. she had her shortcomings, but didn't everyone? she was happy with being the bitch, being the girl who always spoke her mind and always stood up for what she believed in. and she was certainly glad she'd decided to start drinking again. ahmed had called it "a filthy habit" and "trashy" and told her not to do it. she'd taken his advice for the better part of their relationship, and not gone drinking. towards the end, when things started to fall apart, annika had gone out with olivia and her other friends just to "see what it was like." as fate would have it, drinking with her friends was a hell of a lot of fun. many nights in the weeks that followed the canceled wedding were filled with drunken debauchery. most of those nights were hazy in annika's memory, which signaled that they had been good ones. not to mention that annika had been more than glad to forget the nights following the canceled wedding. all she could think about was ahmed and what might have happened, where she might have been and if she would have been happy. what if, what if, what if was all annika could think about. and getting drunk back then seemed to be the perfect escape from her problems.

but now that annika had grown stronger and become more hardened to the situation, drinking had become a primary source of her entertainment. especially with jasper. standing in front of jasper, waiting for him to tackle her was like waiting for an explosion. he wasn't going to play it off and let her win, oh no. he was going to fight for that bottle and that was what she wanted. annika laughed quietly, bracing herself for whatever he was going to do next. he cracked his neck and rolled up his sleeves like he would do something serious and annika giggled in anticipation. bring it on, baby, she said as he lunged at her, picking her up. squealing, annika pounded her fists against jasper's back (although being the larger guy he was, he probably didn't feel it). she yelled and screamed until he apparently got dizzy and put her down, pinning her to the ground. we'll see about that, she told him, trying to think of an escape plan. but he was on top of her, what was she supposed to do? her five foot four frame was no match for his six foot frame in a battle of strength.

a light bulb flashed in her mind. it may have been the alcohol, but annika was considering a different approach. if taking it wasn't going to work, and wrestling for it was a failure, then maybe she could just...distract him. make him forget that he had her pinned down and she could slip away. but how could she do it? annika had an idea. yeah, it was definitely the alcohol that was doing the thinking right now. all of her inhibitions gone, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. she could taste the tequila on his lips and annika smiled as she let him go. while she had the element of surprise from the kiss, annika scrambled out from underneath him and grabbed the bottle of tequila for herself. seating herself on the couch, she reclined a bit and took a large gulp. raising the bottle into the air, she wore a satisfied smirk. ah, she said. the taste of sweet success.

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tagged ,, chloe/jasper.
words ,, 847
music ,, the space between by dave matthews band.
other ,, wooooo.
credits ,, charzard at caution

[chloe]

WHO'S GOT THEIR CLAWS
in you, my friend?
INTO YOUR HEART, I'LL BEAT AGAIN - - *

JASPER WAS THE LIVING BODY OF SECRETS AND THINGS THAT WERE MEANT TO STAY UNTOLD.

[/color] you see, he hadn/t always been that way. from the outside, he seemed like some sort of cruelled, violent bastard without much direction in life or any goals whatsoever. but really, that wasn't the case. jasper has some goals and yeah, he did have some ambitions. he didn't just only eat, sleep, fuck, and flee like everyone believed of him. even his best friend believed it, but that was because he tried to close him out. he didn't want to close his best friend elias out, but in a way, he had to. his secretive life was the only thing that was keeping him sane. jasper always did his own thing, regardless of what the circumstances were. when he was being passed around from foster home to foster home, he continued to do that. that was part of why nobody wanted him though, and he had no one to blame for that but himself. either way, jasper believed in staying true to yourself and not changing for anybody, so when annika had succumbed to ahmed's wishes, jasper took it upon himself to snap her out of it. sure, she was originally olivia's friend and not his. still, he wasn't going to allow the girl to be told who to be and how to be. it just wasn't right.

there were some good qualities to jasper, don't get him wrong. though he had changed, some of those qualities lingered. he was always loyal to his friends and whenever they needed him, he was there for them. he would be honest with them - well, for the most part. the thing about jasper was that he felt like he was taken advantage of when he was with his girlfriend and yes, it was true. she softened him, only to tear him down and bring him to a shell of nothing. when he was with her, he felt like it was the first day of his life. everything was excited and he enjoyed waking up in the mornings, just for that one person. then, when it ended, jasper didn't know what to do anything. you dedicated a year and a half to someone and they just did something so hurtful and cruel to you. it almost shattered his world, if it weren't for the friends that managed to pull him out of his deep, sad depression.

jasper had learned that alcohol was the best way to let all inhibitions free and cure the mind of whatever was lingering on it. he used it to his advantage more than any christian mother would've liked. nights of liquor had lead to makeouts and drunken sex with girls that really didn't mean a thing to him. it also allowed him to erase olivia from memory, at least, temporarily. drinking really had become his poison, and he enjoyed it almost a little too much. so, the fact that he was drinking with one of his really good friends was just the perfect combination for mr. sylvain. but this drunkeness was different and strange. he had gotten drunk with annika before, but this was like a whole new level. the atmosphere was playful and serene, like all the objects in the room were waiting for something to happen.

but tonight was just about having fun. and after he tackled her and heard the girl squeal in delight, jasper knew that it would be a fun night. he had her pinned beneath him and there was nothing that she could've possibly done to divert him from keeping the bottle. jasper was pretty sure that he was going to come out victorious for this one. hell, he always came out victorious when it came to things like that. he was a pretty big guy, and when it came down to a battle of strength, it was almost impossible to beat him. hell, even his best friend was afraid of him. the thought made the tipsy male smirk, which was enough to distract him from what would happen next. out of the blue, the girl had grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. it wasn't long until he found his lips against hers, which was part of her devilish little plan. his eyes widened in shock from the whole ordeal, only for her to catch the advantage of his surprise by taking the tequila bottle and squirming out from beneath him. it left him there, dumbfounded, before he turned over and sat on the ground, glaring slightly at her. " that was a dirty fucking trick, niki. really dirty. now my mouth is infested.. with you. "

closed for sarah darling/annika/jasper's wifey.

* WORD COUNT; seven hundred and eighty one. * LYRICS; crash into me by dave matthews band. * FINISHED IT, WHATUP. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[annika]

& YOU CANNOT QUIT ME SO QUICKLY

& THERE'S NO HOPE IN YOU FOR ME

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there wasn't a day that went by when annika didn't hate herself a little bit for what happened with ahmed. sometimes she hated herself for letting him go. other times it was because she'd never given him a second chance. other days it was for ever falling in love in the first place. but most of the time, annika hated herself for succumbing to his control and in doing so, losing a part of herself. annika didn't feel like she could ever forgive herself for that, no matter how...charming, loving, devoted, ahmed was. she was annika hadley, and she'd let someone else try to change her. and sometimes (and only sometimes) when she thought about it, annika was grateful to jasper for not letting her lose herself entirely to him. annika wasn't sure what she would do if she had, or what kind of shell of a person she would have turned out to be. it was a scary thought, now that she was hardened to the whole thing, to wonder what she would have been like. the what ifs never failed to plague her thoughts. but that's what the alcohol was for, wasn't it?

annika probably wasn't heading down the right road for anyone, and was probably dealing with her problems in a less than satisfactory manner. her mom and dad didn't really know about the kind of life she lived or the things she did for fun (or to forget her problems) and it was probably best that way. annika had been their first child and if they knew, it might shatter their perception of their parenting skills. to be honest, annika had been raised in a perfectly functional household. she'd been daddy's little girl for many years, and her mother had never failed to encourage her to chase her dreams. she'd had a little sister who counted on her for everything, and she'd grown up into an independent young lady with a strong family to support her. her deep rooted problems didn't lie in her family life at all--in fact, her family had done nothing but help her since the beginning and up to this point. it was difficult to understand that annika had been so torn over ahmed, and he could have affected her so much. and maybe that's what was messing her up so much...to know that another person could affect her so deeply. if she was so strong, and so independent, and so determined, how could she have let someone come into her life and tear it apart so easily? ahmed had made easy work of tearing down every defense and every wall she'd ever put up, and made even easier work of shattering her heart to pieces by making her choose between her independence and the love of her life.

so from that day forward, annika vowed to never bother with love again. what was the point, if all that came from it was heartache? yes, she'd had many wonderful memories with ahmed. she'd woken up every morning to see his sleeping body next to hers, she'd fallen asleep knowing that he was holding her, she'd come home every day knowing he was there waiting for her, and she'd left every day knowing there was someone to come back to. these were all wonderful, glorious feelings to be sure. but after being (figuratively) beaten and worn down to the point where she wasn't sure if she wanted to be who she was anymore was agonizing. she, annika hadley, had questioned who she was, who she wanted to become and wondered maybe she'd be better off as the person ahmed wanted her to be. it tore her up to even think that she had to choose between him and who she was, and ultimately, the months of agony and suffering weren't worth all of the memories they'd made together.

taking another sip of the alcohol, annika tried to dissolve the thoughts from her mind. she cocked an eyebrow slightly as he called her niki, a name she wasn't used to hearing from anyone but him. truth be told, people outside of her family usually called her annika. her mother didn't usually call her by a name at all, but instead "habibi," an arabic word for "love" or "sweetheart." her dad and her sister simply called her nick. the only other person besides jasper to use any sort of nickname for her was ahmed--he used to call her anna (which may have been part of the reason she hated being called that now). he was the only person who ever used the first part of her name, and it had become his name, the name that only he was allowed to call her and to this day, people weren't allowed to call her anna. but jasper on the other hand, called her niki. she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about it, but she liked it enough to smile as he said it. your mouth has been blessed to even brush mine, she told him, taking another swig of the alcohol. and as it stands, i'm the one with the tequila, so your words mean nothing. reclining on the couch, annika felt her head start to swim as the many swigs and shots began to set in. the girl was sufficiently trashed by now.

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tagged ,, chloe/jasper.
words ,, 934
music ,, the space between by dave matthews band.
other ,, BITCH ASS.
credits ,, charzard at caution