-- the drug you can't deny ,.

[brian rodger stuart]

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET
when you’re talking back, baby.

SO THE DAY DIDN'T TAKE OFF very well for brian. he was woken up by hoe's barking, and not long after, binette had joined her, and as much as he tried to go back to sleep, the dogs didn't have any intentions to stop, and sleeping during that was impossible. getting out of bed had been a challenge on its own, because he had woke up with a terrible headache, which seemed to get stronger each time he attempted to get up. he assumed that the reason of the headache was the excessive amount of drinking he had done the night before, but he couldn't be exactly sure, he couldn't exactly recall the previous night. he remembered entering coco de ville, and... well, the rest was blurry. the only good thing about his morning was that he had woke up in his own bed, which was a rare occasion that he liked. he disliked waking up in stranger's beds, and the feeling that came along with it; the slight fear caused by not knowing where you are, and the discomfort. plus, women tended to think that if a man spend the night in their bed, there was something serious going on. brian had hard time understanding that sort of reasoning, how someone could think that someone who had slept with them hours after they met would be interested in having some sort of relationship with them, when the real reason was because he was too drunk or high to get up, get dressed and manage to go home, he didn't get, but well, they did. and thanks to his fear of commitment, the thought of having a woman think that he was romantically interested in them terrified him. so, waking up in his own bed was something he appreciated.

WHEN HE FINALLY MANAGED to get up, he walked to the bathroom, and placed his hands in the sides of the sink, trying to gain his balance. raising his head, he looked at the mirror, as he checked his skull with one hand for a lump, trying to figure out if he had hit his head to somewhere, which would explain the awful headache he had. with the relief of noticing his skull was perfectly fine, he let out a sigh, and turned the faucet on, splashing some water on his face- he was told that this was supposed to help with headaches, and well, even if it did not ease the headache, it had helped him wake up completely. now managing to walk in straight lines, he made his way down the stairs, and entered the kitchen, to search the drawers for advil. hangovers were a common thing for the household, so he was sure there was a stash somewhere. after searching the kitchen for about five minutes, he noticed the "medicine" tag on one of the drawers, and cursed himself for not seeing it earlier. he went trough the drawer in a hurry, that was very out of character for him- normally, the boy wouldn't hurry through anything. but the pounding headache he was suffering through didn't give him much of an option. when he finally managed to find the advil box, he opened it and take out two pills, gulping them instantly without water. without bothering to place the box back in the drawer, he placed some food on the dogs' bowls, and headed back to the bathroom to take a shower.

AFTER TWENTY MINUTES OR so, he was a headache free, cleaned up person, who could finally focus on his primary morning need- coffee. or well, that was what he intended to do, but the sticker that was pasted on the fridge caught his attention. reading the capitalized 'BRIAN, WALK THE DOGS.' writing on it, he sighed. this was probably jac's doing, it was her duty to walk the dogs during the dog walker's absence. well, they had never actually talked about it, but the girl seemed to enjoy walking them, so he didn't really feel the need to mention it. but probably something had came up, and he was stuck with doing this. for a second, he thought of saying he couldn't find where the collars were, but the idea went down the drain when he noticed that where the collars were was also written on the note. he made his was through the house to pick them up, and instantly, the dogs appeared behind him. letting out a sigh, he put the collars on, grabbed his keys, and left the house- there was no way he was actually going to walk the dogs- he was going to take the easy way and drive them to the park, which, thankfully, had an off-collar area. opening up the car door, he let the dogs get in, and started the engine. after about five minutes, he parked the car to the closest spot he could find to the park, and let the dogs out, who basically dragged him to the off-collar area, which they seemed to be familiar with. it seemed that the girl who walked the dogs visited the park often. when they finally made it there, he let the dogs free, and sat on the closest bench. he knew the dogs wouldn't run away, they were far too smart for that, but he hoped they wouldn't leave his eyesight. going around looking for them would be a bit of a problem- people would probably be weirded around if someone started yelling 'hoe'. taking his ipod of his pocket, he plugged his ears, hoping for some company. being alone wasn't something he enjoyed- at any case.


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WORD COUNT: 959
OUTFIT: what he’s wearing on the banner up there.
NOTES: this is meh.

[avery lianne jackson]

COME ONE, COME ALL YOU'RE JUST IN TIME

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avery rubbed her

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after struggling to[/color][/font] close her front door, she walked down the hallway and pounded on the last door on the right, which was where mr. chang, her landlord, lived. she could hear remnants of some game show turned up way too high coming from inside and had to pound about seven times until she finally heard him unlocking the door. he was a squat, balding, asian man who was fairly short-tempered and completely denied he was losing his hearing. he finished mumbling something to his wife in what avery guessed was chinese, and then turned to her, holding out his hand and narrowing his eyes at her. she quickly fished out the enveloped and placed it in his palm, and then waved a quick goodbye. he stared at her a few moments before slamming the door shut. avery laughed and then made her way down the stairs, out the door, and onto the sidewalk. edgar, being the dog-like cat he was, enjoyed going on walks or simply playing around outside. she had to take him to the local parks, however, since she had no backyard of her own he could wander around in and do what he pleased. she reached inside her bag and pulled him out, also finding his leash, which was fuchsia and oh-so-manly. she quickly fastened it around onto his collar and then set him on the ground. once she began to walk, avery began to get the usual odd stares. it wasn't typical for you to see someone walking their cats, but at the same time, it wasn't completely uncommon. she always liked it best when little kids noticed because they all jumped at the chance to pet edgar, which he reacted to with a lot of purring and licking. for a small kitten, he had a big personality.

she found herself[/color][/font] having to pull edgar along as he tried to sniff at every person who came along. as they got closer to the park, it tended to get crowded, and she usually had to pick him up, which he hated. reaching down, she grabbed him and he bared his tiny fangs at her. avery rolled her eyes at his attempts at being scary and then pushed her way through the crowds of people. edgar continued to watch from her arms, and avery focused on getting through in one piece. she had grown up in los angeles, which had taught her enough about the city to know how it worked. a couple of businessmen scurried beside her with coffee in hand and nearly spilled it on her. they continued on without even apologizing. typical. avery turned the corner and then walked a few more paces until she reached the park. it was filled with lazy looking people and their pets, as well as a few joggers and lost looking tourists looking for a little peace. rubbing edgar behind his ears, she set him down and firmly grasped the handle of his leash. she knew enough not to let go of it because it would mean at least an hour of her chasing him around the park and a big mess. his short fur stuck up in different directions and he immediately began pulling the leash in all directions as he tried to decide where he wanted to go. avery followed him, eyes focused on nothing in particular as she went along. however, something did catch her eye as edgar slowed down and gnawed curiously at a leaf. it was someone sitting on a bench wearing a white hat speckled with colors over his dark hair. brian. her heart gave a few extra-loud thumps and she let a wide smile creep onto her face. she had always had feelings for brian that were, well, more than those of a friend, and she was certain they would never lead anywhere. she knew she just wasn't his type. she wasn't stunning, charming, or flirtatious, but being around him still made her ecstatic and a girl could still hope. slowly, she crept towards him and in a fluid motion slid next to him on the bench.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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WORDS: 1015.
OUTFIT: clickkk.
NOTES: ;D[/ul]

[brian rodger stuart]

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET
when you’re talking back, baby.

AS THE MUSIC COMING from the earplugs secluded him from the noise surrounding him, his gaze shifted through the park. this was a whole new experience for him. serious looking people who seemed to be in a hurry, probably having their morning coffee before they went off to work, two children were chasing each other as their nanny watched over them, interfering every once in a while, though because of the earplugs, brian couldn't really hear what she was saying, and a couple of people were jogging through the park in their sweat suits. all these were strange to him, and observing them from this distance was probably the closest he was going to get to any of those experiences. first, he couldn't understand why anyone would be up this early. if it weren't for the dogs' barking, he'd probably sleep for another three hours. and second, he couldn't really see himself in any of those people's shoes. even if he was broke, which was very unlikely to happen, there was no way he could work in a job that required waking up before the sun was out, dress up in stupid, penguin-like outfits, and sit and stare at a computer screen for a whole day. not could he see himself anywhere around children, and that was probably a good thing, because having brian as their father wouldn't exactly help a kid grow up in a healthy way. the closest he'd got to babysitting is what he was doing now, watching after dogs. and jogging? that was the one he had the hardest time understanding. at least, the other two groups had a reason to wake up this late. but seriously, waking up this early to run? were these people insane? see, brian wasn't exactly the sporty type, though most people thought that because of his height, he would be into basketball. the only exercise he got was the time he spent on stage, during which he would run around like a maniac, jump around or pole dance even, but except that, physical action wasn't really his thing. of course, there was one another thing he did frequently, which, from what he have heard, considered as exercise, but that was another story.

WITH A SUDDEN REALIZATION of what he was here for, he looked around to see the dogs, and let out a little sigh of relief when he spotted them being petted by the two kids. he internally cursed his cousin for making him take responsibility- what was he supposed to do if the something happened to the dogs? the girl must have guessed that it was possible for him to forget he was there for the dogs in the first place, and leave without them, and have the play in the backyard or something, but no, she had to make the boy suffer, trying to not let the dogs out of sight- he wasn't exactly great at focusing on things, which was something jac should have known. but there was no point at complaining, now that he was there. this wasn't actually that bad anyway, it was a nice, sunny day, and if it weren't for the dogs, he'd probably spend it all stuck indoors. the thing that really bothered him was having no one to talk to. some people would enjoy having no one around, listening to music and being on their own, but that wasn't brian. he needed human contact of some sort, being alone just wasn't his favorite thing, though there were people who he'd much rather being alone to being with, there wasn't a really big number of them, the boy got along with pretty much everyone. yet, when he thought of it, being alone was better than trying to chat with some fan girl who he didn't't know, which was something he had to go through often. the boy was talkative and social, but when he was around people he didn't know, and people that he had to be nice to -considering they were the reason that he got to go on stage and do what he loved doing the most in the first place- wasn't that easy, because although he'd be himself, he was aware that at times, he came out as rude to them, so he didn' know exactly what to do.

SO WHEN HE FELT someone sitting next to him on the bench, he held his breath, hoping that it was just a normal person who he didn't know and wouldn't have to talk to, or someone he knew that he could actually talk to, which wouldn't be exactly surprising, because running into people you know was a rather ordinary experience in this city, for a reason that he didn't know. but when he turned around to take a glance on who it was, he was actually surprised. he didn't expect to be this lucky. the person who just sat next to him was not only someone he knew and could talk to, but was also someone he enjoyed the company of. letting out his breath, he smiled. it hadn't been exactly that long since he and avery met- and the way they met wasn't exactly promising that they would lead a successful friendship, but to his surprise, things didn't turn out the way he guessed they would, and they turned out to be really close friends, and seeing that she was the one sitting next to him was definitely a relief. taking off his earplugs, he smirked at the girl, and not trying to avoid the cliche, he said, "hi stranger." as his sight went down, noticing the leash on her hands, that belonged to her cat- the so called devil. he leaned down to pet the cat with her palm, as hoe and binette, noticing his new company, ran towards them to join, though he knew there was no need for him to worry, the dogs weren't violent towards cats- or anything, really. violence took too much efford, and the dogs were known for being lazy.

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WORD COUNT: 959
OUTFIT: what he’s wearing on the banner up there.
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[avery lianne jackson]

COME ONE, COME ALL YOU'RE JUST IN TIME

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avery was beginning

[/color][/font] to feel the side effects of having only a few hours of sleep. she could feel her eyelids begin to droop every so slightly every instant her mind began to wonder, meaning pretty often. avery was a self-proclaimed 'spacehead', meaning no matter what she was doing, she could never, ever concentrate. amazingly, she had made it through school, but just barely. and the fact she could get herself concentrated enough to actually write scripts and keep her job was a miracle. allowing herself to only briefly rub her eyes, avery turned her head slightly at the sound of brian's reply, still smiling with the usual hint of enthusiasm that was always bottled up inside of her. "i'm surprised to see you here. aren't you usually, i don't know, doing something more interesting than walking dogs?" she questioned, eying edgar as he began to socialize with binette and hoe. his white ears seemed to quiver eagerly as he sniffed the two animals and waved around a small paw at them, as if daring them to play with him. she smiled a little more, becoming a little more flushed. avery always hated how easily she managed to turn pink, but it always meant she didn't have to wear blush, not that she would even if she wasn't always naturally pink. her gaze flickered away just as a few joggers ran past brian and herself as they sat. it was a group of woman dressed in, of course, tight short-shorts and sports bras only. the head one, a blonde, flashed a dazzling white smile at brian. avery's stomach churned uneasily and she self-consciously reached her hand upward and tried to smooth her hair, which had been slightly wind-blown and messy.

jealousy was a[/color][/font] horrible emotion. it was the thing in stories that made characters do crazy, insane things, like murder their best friends or jump off bridges. for avery, it made her mess with her hair, something she didn't care about normally, as well as wish she was a pretty, leggy blonde. she nervously smoothed her bangs as the blonde lithely turned her head away, tossing around her ponytail and revealing a flash of a long neck, whispering something to the raven-haired girl next to her and then glancing again in brian's direction, they jogged away. don't be an idiot, avery. the thought flashed through her head as she tried to focus on edgar, who was pouncing on top of hoe. you would have thought by this time avery could handle a little jealousy with composure with all the girls who gawked at brian because of his fame, or his good looks, or his charm, or all there. uh, nope. she and the word composure were like polar opposites. in high school when she had to give speeches in front of the class, she'd either talk so fast it practically became another language or she'd do something like declare she was going to puke and run out of the classroom at the last minute. sometimes she would actually up-chuck. it wasn't her fault public speaking was nauseating. now that she was grown and somewhat matured, she could handle situations a little better, but not as well as she wanted to. if she could, she would have done something coy, like flirted with brian to distract him from the blonde or change the subject and engage him in a fascinating conversation.

oh, but you[/color][/font] what avery was doing instead? she was anxiously twirling her hair and trying to get herself to stay smiling and not act like she was boiling inside with hot, green envy. she was definitely not a good actress either, that was for sure. clearing her throat, avery turned again towards brian, searching her mind for something amazingly charming and witty. instead all she found was a few swear words directed at the blonde and the laundry she had to pick up later in the afternoon. crap. "wait, i thought you had a dog walker?" she questioned, trying to put on a face that said 'oh-i'm-so-puzzled'. avery figured it might have more resembled the bad actresses that always said her scripts. this was just peachy. she silently prayed that brian was distracted by something else and wouldn't notice her sad attempts at acting. luckily, she knew most guys would be pretty distracted by a woman running in barely any clothing. this fact made her stomach flip again and boil with jealousy. stupid, stupid, pretty, jogging women. avery tugged a little on edgars leash to get rid of her pent up annoyance and he meowed at her loudly in annoyance. she pulled him towards her gently and patted his head in apology. hey, if he was human, he would understand what it was like to be jealous, so she had good reason to pull, she told herself and after one more rub, set him down again, double-wrapping the leash around her hand with a little pent up jealously still fuming out of her. she had a hunch that if she were in a cartoon, her face would be green and she would have steam coming out of her ears.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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[/color][/font]: finally done!
TAG: brian, duh!
WORDS: ?
OUTFIT: clickkk.
NOTES: sorry for the delay! i feel bad![/ul]

[brian rodger stuart]

AM I JUST ANOTHER SCENE
from a movie that you've seen?

LEANING BACK ON THE BENCH, brian cursed himself for saying what he said. hi stranger? what the hell was he thinking? yeah, it was just avery, not some other girl he wanted to get in the pants of, so when flirting with her - you need to understand, flirting was something that came to him naturally, and he flirted with basically anyone, of course except family members - when flirting with her, he didn't need to be too careful, extremely charming, or anything out of the ordinary, he felt comfortable around the girl. but still, that couldn't be an excuse to use such a lame line, and maybe, it sounded too cheesily flirty, and freaked the girl out? normally, that wouldn't be something he'd care about, being too flirty wasn't possible in his mind, but that changed around avery. yeah, the girl made him feel comfortable, but also cautious, because caring about someone came along with stuff like worrying about hurting them, and he wasn't going to deny that he cared about avery. having a close friend from the opposite sex was not exactly something he was used to, of course he had a few more, but those were his cousins or the people he grew up with, people that he couldn't possibly think of in a sexual way. yet that wasn't the case with avery, and in the beginning, he definitely thought of her in a sexual way. but something about the girl shook him up, and stopped him from fucking up this relationship with trying to get in her pants. there were people who you could sleep with, and then go back to being friends, avery wasn't one of them. she wasn't exactly the most sexual person ever anyway, plus, that wasn't how brian wanted to lead this relationship, for some reason. her friendship meant a lot to him, too much to fuck it up, anyway.

" WELL, I TOOK A BREAKfrom my interesting life of dazzling the world with my amazingness, and came back to live among you mortals."

[/b] he said, with a pretentious air of superiority, and kept the serious, egoistic expression as long as he could last before a smile reached his lips- which wasn't all that long, but keeping a serious expression for three whole seconds was somewhat of an achievement for the boy. now smirking, he started talking again, "that hoe who's supposed to be my cousin is making me do this. but well, it isn't that bad, now that i have company." true, this would be extremely boring if he was to sit there alone, trying to keep the dogs in his eyesight, and he'd probably fail, falling asleep after ten minutes or doing something equally irresponsible. but now, he had someone to talk to, and to his surprise, someone he actually enjoyed talking to. avery wasn't the first person he'd thought of seeing in a park, she wasn't a jogger, and she didn't have a dog to walk, but of course, edgar, her cat, had a huge personality, so maybe not being walked when all the dogs got that chance wasn't something he'd put up with- pride was something brian understood. anyway, he was thankful for that right now, because if it weren't for that, he wouldn't be accompanied by avery- not that he'd spend the whole time alone, if it was necessary, he'd go pick up a random conversation with someone he didn't know, just to entertain himself, but of course, having avery to talk to was a thousand times better.

HE WAS ABOUT TO GET LOST in his thoughts when something caught his attention, a hot blond jogger, dressed up rather revealing - brian didn't understand why that was necessary while jogging, but he wasn't complaining either- flashing a smile in his direction. in return, he gave a little, unimpressed smile, knowing better than to seem enthusiastic- he wasn't enthusiastic in the first place, there wasn't anything too impressive about the girl, and although she had managed to make heads turn as she passed by, she probably wasn't half as interesting when she got talking- brian had very strong opinions about joggers, you see. and also, sex wasn't exactly exciting to him, especially when it came easy. it was just an ordinary thing, that he experienced quite often, so it would take more than a pretty blond smiling at his direction to get him excited. turning his head back to avery, he noticed that the girl had also noticed the blond jogger, and seemed bothered, or annoyed by what she did. brian could imagine that it wasn't that peachy, being the girl sitting next to him when that happened, though it wasn't exactly a big deal. but he wasn't going to ask why the girl looked so annoyed, knowing that she probably wouldn't answer, or at least, she didn't want to. when it came to his friends, he was quite a people pleaser, and forcing them to so something, like answering a question, when they weren't willing to, wasn't something he would do. instead, he decided to ignore the jogger and answer avery, who looked a little confused- and like she was trying to look more confused. "we did, but she's on a vacation or something. jac was filling in for her, but i guess she decided it'd be fun to put me through this. she'll be disappointed when i tell her i had a good time." he gave a little, sincere smile. "and you? edgar is being bossy and forcing you to walk him, huh?"

WORD COUNT: 966
OUTFIT: what he’s wearing on the banner up there.
NOTES: sorry it took soo long, school was killing me
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[avery lianne jackson]

COME ONE, COME ALL YOU'RE JUST IN TIME

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TAG: brian, duh!
WORDS: ?
OUTFIT: clickkk.
NOTES: school's been killing me, too, so i understand / apologize for the delay.[/ul]