on my own, here we go. [AUDREY!]

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fuck, man... get your ass out of my bed. mark said as he stumbled into his bedroom at four in the morning. his friend had brought a 'few' friends over, and the whole apartment was trashed. the place smelled like someone spilled beers all over the place, and bottles of jack daniels and absolut vodka were littered all over the living room. oh wait, someone had spilled beer all over the place, my bad.

he pushed his friend out of the way with the little strength he had from being so intoxicated. he stared at the ceiling, then looking at the posters in the room, he looked at his surfboard. well the one that was out of storage he had three or four others in the huge storage unit he was renting. 'i wanna go to the beach... he thought before blacking out.

yo... yo, mark, wake up, bitch. his friend was slapping him in the arm, and the face. dude, it's like four at night, i borrowed your surfboard it you don't mind. you wouldn't wake up... wha-what? he sat up, rubbing his face, trying to stand. he fell into the wall.

yeah, man. i- i don't care. just... ask next time. he said walking into his bathroom that was connected to his bedroom and turned on the shower. he stripped, forgetting to take his boxers off and walked into the shower. 'ah, fucker... he said and pulled them off, agitated, he threw them over the shower curtain.

he was awake more after the shower, walking into his closet he pulled on a tee and some cargo shorts. his friends had left, and the girls that had been brought over had cleaned up some of the trash, thankfully. he sighed, walking into the kitchen and finding his phone in the drawer, oh nice... he said, rolling his eyes and finding there to be ten test messages, and three voicemails.

two texts were from his mother, one was from a friend, and the others were from girls. oh girls. he loved them, and since he didn't get to go to the beach, he was most definitely going to del mar to get some.

he walked into the living room, playing his guitar and singing a few lyrics he came up with on the spot. he sighed, looking at the clock and after a few hours of doing nothing, he walked into his closet again. pulling on jeans and a plaid shirt. he walked out of the apartment to his car. mark pulled up to the parking lot before the bar that was in the cove, and started walking to the bar.

only locals, who had lived on the island long enough to get a hook up to del mar, knew about... del mar. he knew the bartender and as he walked in, he tossed him a corona with a lime. it was good, and he sat on the bar stool looking around, listening to the waves hit the rocks around the cove.

outfit, babes.

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[audrey emily hathaway]

audrey had been stood up, it was as simple as that. her first date, and the boy never bothered showing up. the girl had bothered putting on a dress, one that didn't seem too formal or too casual. it was black, and mid-thigh. nothing too slutty, either. she didn't have anything shorter than that, but she didn't mind. didn't want to give other boys the wrong idea. audrey had been sitting at the table for a hour, and he called asking if she was there. of course she was, she tried to keep her cool as he explained that it was all a big joke. he just wanted to see if a dork like her would actually go to a bar, and he laughed at her. the boy also told her to have a good time, and good luck- cause if she didn't open her mouth she might actually get laid. audrey wasn't in such a good mood, she actually almost cried. the bartender had given her a few waters and napkins and tried comforting her. she wasn't easily comforted. in fact, it was her first time ever at a bar, and people around her were getting drunk. she was scared, confused, and angry. out of all people, she couldn't believe she had believed that as..asymptote, and actually had some feelings for him. the kind bartender, who's name was dylan, gave her another water, as he gave another drink to a boy who had just come in. her eyes shifted and glanced over at the boy, but didn't say anything. her focused back onto her water and wiped a couple of stray tears from her eyes. the college student didn't know what to do now, she was completely lost. she could always just leave, but then again she would feel bad for walking in here and not buying anything. but she was a good girl, she didn't drink. she never drank before.

her eyes grew wider as a drunk man stumbled towards her, muttering a few things that she couldn't quite understand. that's great, sir. mister, suppose you might want a few waters? you won't do yourself or the others around you if you're not sober.. she walked with the man, only a couple years older than her, and found him an empty seat and gave him her water. yes, sir. here you go. don't leave please, i don't want you to be driving at this state. her eyes grew wider at the thought of the people here driving home, drunk. it was a wonder that there weren't many accidents that happened, or any that she heard about so far. she returned back to her seat and gave a look at dylan, they were already on friendly terms. the bartender didn't mind at how geeky she was, and how she was twenty one and never had a drink before. besides, he was nice and everything. something that tyson- the guy who stood her up- wasn't. he asked her if she wanted something to drink, and assured her that it wasn't strong, and it was good for a first drink. besides, he wouldn't let her do stupid stuff. she gave him a nod, and a thankful glance. it wasn't his job to babysit her, but who knew what she could do? she probably should have tried drinking a couple times in new york before she came here to study.

she took a sip of the drink and a strange tingling feeling went inside of her. she was a bit numb, but it wasn't too bad. but she asked for a water. waters were good. she kept drinking the water until the numbness faded away. what would happen if she was drunk? all of a sudden, she was curious, like she was curious about a lot of things. but she decided she wouldn't try it tonight. she could ask dylan, but he was busy getting drinks ready for someone else. she turned to the boy beside her, but decided against asking him. she didn't know him, and he didn't know her. and it was best if she kept to herself and blended in. that's what she learned, blending in was good. it wasn't good if people found out who she really was, the new york senator's granddaughter... because then more unwanted attention would come to her. she put her arm on the table, and put her head on it. sighing, before drinking another sip of her water. why was it that she turned off people? perhaps she would never know, but it didn't quite bother her. when she was finished with college, she would go back to new york and settle down with a nice man and have a nice family, much like hers. until then, she would deal with it.

hey it’s, FINISHED!
cause you’re awesome, MARK
they’re all, 799
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, HEY, I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME JOINING. C:

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mark looked around the club, it was slowly filling, and mark knew almost everyone in there. del mar was pretty private, and not many people what were just... anyone came into it. ooh, teresa, baby. how have you been? he said as the native hawaiian girl walked past, kissing him on the cheek. some of his buds from the small party the night before came over to join him. hey! mark... dude seriously, i think we need to play some music for a while. i mean, if you are up for it.

mark was known all over the island for his music. he was starting to sell cds on the main land, the continental united states, and so he was reeling in the money. looking around at the bar, and how the people seemed pretty bored, unless they were making out in the corner, he shrugged. ey! dylan, you mind if me and my band play for a while? need to try out some new songs anyways. dylan smiled, yeah, go ahead mark. dylan was a nice guy, and he never let mark drink too much whenever he was working, so for once when mark wasn't badgering him with 'hey! hey dylan can you get me some more (fill in the blank with an alcoholic beverage)... i really am drunk, and i want to go get (fill in some random girl's name) drunk... come on.. be a pal.', dylan seemed glad to let mark do pretty much whatever he wanted.

growing up as well, mark did pretty much whatever the hell he wanted. his mother and him had a bond like no other, and she loved her son, but she refused to be that mom that would ruin the fun. she got angry when he came home totally fucked up, but she loved to let him go get drunk or whatever as long as he was alive. with that came the serious side of mark, and how he protected his mother from her boyfriends who were never good enough for her. they were all douchebags and he hated all men who tried to get in her pants... which he couldn't lie, his mother was gorgeous, and every guy she ever dated only saw her tits and not her brain. she was smarter than any other woman he had ever met, and he didn't want just some guy to not appreciate her for her worth.

so, with that being said, mark has always had his own way of doing everything, and there were no plans with what his days held. mark finished high school, and in highschool was where his band was created. the four of them palying alternative rock. they were making it big, fast.

okay... mark took in a breath and finished his beer, as he was walking he spotted a brunette sitting at the bar. she seemed almost out of her comfort zone. uh... i'm mark. he said with a smile, and didn't even let her respond when he was dragged on stage. he kept his eyes on her as the band started to play, one of the guys threw a guitar to him, and everyone in del mar gathered around. mark for some reason was fucking drawn to the girl at the bar.

notes! :: of course i dont! i have a lot of muse for him lately <3
outfit, babes.

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[audrey emily hathaway]

audrey needed a break, people were already getting drunk and it was only eight at night. come on, were people really that idiotic? people started to fill up even more, and she noticed that they were all locals. no tourists. tourists probably didn't know about this bar, and even if they did, they were probably turned off by the unwillingness for the natives to include them into anything at the bar. of course, she understood that tourists were better for 'one night stands' or whatever happens whenever you leave a bar, but some people were picky. and the people in here were probably the pickest, just because they probably had a bit money. the del mar or whatever it was called (she didn't pay attention while she was walking in) was probably a turn off for the visitors of the 50th state.

she kept drinking water, and she felt bad about it. but dylan didn't seem to mind, at least he just kept smiling at her and making small talk and laughing at some idiots who were too drunk. the boy next to her must have been in a band, and probably was a friend of dylan, since he asked something about playing music. she caught his gaze and told her his name was mark. mark? it was a boring name, a bland one. she had known a couple of people named mark in her lifetime, and surprisingly there were all brunette. it was a coincidence, but it was a weird one too. surely she would've seen a blonde mark or even a black-haired one? she stopped with the musings about the boy's name and turned to say her name back. but as she opened her mouth, he was dragged to the stage. feeling a bit stupid and rejected, she turned back to dylan and sighed.

dylan said something about mark and the band and something about them being famous, but she didn't say anything back. she felt someone's gaze burning into her, and after a while she gave in and turned back around. she saw his eyes on her, even while he was playing, and felt a blush go up on her cheeks. she ignored the feeling and drank another water while everyone started gathering around them. yeah, they were pretty well known for a band. too bad she didn't know who they were. the bartender excused himself, and asked if she wanted to join in at the somewhat mosh-pit around the stage. she politely declined and was probably one of the few people who stayed back at her seat. her brown eyes curiously gazed the surroundings around her, and she felt somewhat better. not fully at ease, but not as uncomfortable. people weren't looking at her, as long as the band was up playing, and she could have easily slipped out and go back to her safe haven called home.

but the mark's gaze kept her sitting there, and she was curious on who he was. music was something that drew her in, and musician boys were a kind that she never talked to. of course, she couldn't judge a person just because of what they did, but she was human too. she would judge, a little bit, but she wouldn't do anything until she got to know them. but that rarely happened, audrey seemed to turn people off just by opening her mouth and talking about some dorky or childish thing like disney movies. people never appreciated the value of those movies, it seemed like they didn't understand where she was coming from. one of the reasons that she was still obsessed with fairytales and stuffed animals and her childhood was because she didn't want to grow up. and growing up meant forgetting. she didn't want to forget anything. not even the bad things that she went through.

every now and then she would turn her gaze back on to the boy who was playing guitar; he was clearly interested in her. even with her lack of romantic experience, she knew when people were interested. and it was obvious that he was, just by the way he kept looking in her general direction. or maybe he wasn't looking at her, but some other girl. or maybe he was gay, and was looking at another guy. she didn't know, but she felt flattered that he was looking in her direction. the college junior kept debating with herself if she should run away right now and go back home to study for her upcoming psychology exam. for some reason, using her better judgment, and overruled by her curiosity, she stayed, keeping her gaze on mark.

hey it’s, FINISHED!
cause you’re awesome, MARK
they’re all, 776
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, c:

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[marcus jacob federline]

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the locals on the island were honestly, very cliquey in a way. trust me, there wouldn't be a gorgeous blonde walking around the cove, carrying a surfboard, in a Volcom bikini and would go for a tourist who accidentally showed up at the cove. she probably would be able to sniff him out, and run. on the other hand, mark wouldn't be that picky... most local guys love a good tourist once in a while, though the damn local girls were pretty protective.

mark was good with everyone, almost. there were those certain few that didn't like him, but it was nice since word spread fast, they wouldn't be in the bar tonight, and respectfully mark wouldn't go to the bar if the people he didn't like were already there. it was a respect thing that everyone kinda routinely went around. the good thing is if there were people in the bar that mark wasn't chill with, he would find his way to the city, and a good tourist to take home to the mansion.

he bought the mansion, with help of under the table hook ups. but we won't go into his legal issues. you know... anyways, mark was looking at this girl he had spotted. she was a tourist... and if not a tourist, she had just moved to the island. she stumbled into the wrong bar apparently, she was looking for the stuck up vip section of a well known red rope club in the middle of the city, but he saw her as a challenge.

he loved challenges, and he was gonna find out what this girl's deal was. she was drinking water and not talking to anyone. as mark finished a few songs, he looked to his friend, who was also a dj, and nodded. 'ey... set up some dance music-, into the microphone he looked to the large crowd he brought to the center of the bar, who wants to dance!? he asked as his friend had already set up his computer, and was throwing in a remix. everyone screamed and started dancing. it was a genre change, but everyone on the island was used going from a rock concert to grinding each other.

mark made his way to the bar. can i get you a drink!? he yelled over the music that started to pulse the place. hey,hey,hey... watch it man. she drinks water. dylan said, jokingly, but it was almost a push to get her to open up. mark looked over to dylan, winking and laughing a bit. he looked at the bar, get me a beer. get a lime in the corona too. thanks, dylan. he said as dylan handed a corona light to him, the lime popping out the top. mark pushed the lime in, plugging the mouth of the bottle with his thumb and turned it upside down. that's how you do it on this island, babe. he said and took a gulp of the beer. his friends walking over and greeting him, but mark nodded over towards the brunette he was trying to open up. his friends, always got the message when mark gave it since he wasn't really discreet, but he smiled and they all walked away.

notes! :: i forgot... he lives in a mansion... not an apartment so sorry about the mix up in the first post !! FORGIVE MEEEE! <3
outfit, babes.

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[audrey emily hathaway]

he asked her if he could get her a drink, and audrey shook her head. yeah, dylan's right. i'm sorry, thanks for asking but i don't drink. she said, realizing how weird that sounded in context. she was dressed up, at the bar, and she said she didn't drink. she gave a little nervous laugh, and added, i was stood up on. the guy who asked me out called me and said it was all a joke. and i was just about to leave when you told me your name.. and that would be rude if i just left. she never said that much in a whole sentence before, and surely not to mark, who was sitting next to her and just played some music that was still ringing in her ears. she watched as he drank, and her eyes grew open a bit wider. it seemed so easy, but she shouldn't really try it. surely not now, where people were around her. she didn't want to make a fool of herself by getting drunk. dylan handed her the exact same drink that mark had asked for. well, um, dylan... i don't think that's a good idea. she gave the two guys a long look and settled for her cup of water. she turned and focused her brown eyes on mark.

i'm audrey. she said, sipping a little of the beer. oh god, this tastes.. interesting. she was merely telling the truth. it wasn't exactly what she thought it would be, but she didn't say anything more and kept sipping it. a little by little. i don't think i've seen you around in college.. cause you seem like you're about my age. she gave a little shrug, feeling the affects of the alcohol already. it wasn't good, she should probably stop drinking, and she took a long sip of water. for some reason, she kept itching for another sip of the beer. but she still had enough self control to maintain her dignity and her reputation and her image.

her parents would be disappointed if they found out what she was doing. and she probably would be disappointed when she woke up, but for now she was just living in the moment- something she hadn't done in a while.

hey it’s, FINISHED!
cause you’re awesome, MARK
they’re all, SOME NUMBER
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, BAD POST. SORRY.

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his friends had tried to get him to get the hell out of the set up date. they all said to call her, and tell her she was a loser anyways, and he had heard she had fucked multiple of his friends. but he was too much of a man to do that. he thought of his mother, what would she think if he called a girl he had agreed to go on a date with, and told her that she was a loser? she would be upset, shake her head, roll her eyes and call him a loser as well. he wasn't a loser.

he had gone on that date, not looking for sec that night. for once. the girl, miranda, and him had talked for about three hours. they became friends, actually she was one of his best friends. she was the girl that knew about other girls, she was the person he went to when he was having lady troubles, and because of him not standing her up, he had the inside scoop to all things ladies. none of his friends had that, and of course they didn't have a lot of what he had, and not that that really matters, but it is the truth.

looking at this girl he instantly felt bad for her, she didn't drink, she had gotten dolled up to go out on a date, and then got stood up. it was an instant want to corrupt, and he knew he had a challenge on his hands. oh, god... he said and shrugged slightly, leaning forward and taking in a long breath. well, if you don't mind me saying... you are insanely gorgeous. and he is a total fucking idiot for standing you up. he took a gulp of his beer, slightly squinting his eyes and adding, and for a girl, as pretty as yourself, to have enough self control to come to a bar and not drink... kudos to you. he felt like a chick for saying kudos, but sometimes it was just a word he had to use... miranda used it all the time whenever she was being sarcastic. after the fifty millionth time he heard it, and not to mention he didn't know what it meant, he looked up the word and it stuck with him. (he uses it now to eff with miranda, of course)

dylan got the idea. he was the best bartender ever. mark took a gulp of his beer as one was handed to the girl. after her first sip, she had introduced herself. audrey... he had met a few audreys... slept with a few, actually. but it was an uncommon name to him. nice to meet you, audrey. he smiled at her, being significantly taller than her he had a slight advantage as he kept an eye on his friends, making sure they weren't dying or getting in a fight. he saw them all, dancing. the dj was doing his job, which also included keeping his friends out of his hair.

uh- yeah i'm not in college, love. he laughed and thought about what it would be like if he actually was in college. another funny thing is, he wasn't in college, but he went to so many parties at the college, he was definitely around a lot.

notes! :: of course i dont! i have a lot of muse for him lately <3
outfit, babes.

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[audrey emily hathaway]

audrey didn't really mind being stood up; well she did, but she didn't say anything about it. she wouldn't do anything bad to the boy either, he just missed his chance. she had feelings for him, just a little, but he ruined those feelings just by being a complete jerk to her. but, she didn't really care at this moment. maybe it was the alcohol messing with her judgment, because she was really happy and really loopy. everything just seemed colorful and happy, and she tried to maintain what was left of her dignity. thank you, she said, blushing at the compliment. it didn't take much for her cheeks to get red, that could either be a good thing or a bad, but she wasn't sure which one that was at the moment. well, i never had a drink before. i just turned legal, too. she said honestly and looking at the ground. she felt her ears turn red, like it happened whenever she was embarrassed.

new yorkers did know how to party, and so did hawaiians. the only difference was that in her lifetime, the only parties that she went to were business ones. the ones where everyone gets dressed up in ball gowns and suits, and they drink sparkling water, and ball dance while chatting up about current events. it was all because of her grandfather, since he was the politician, there was always an excuse to have a party and suck up to supporters. politics were corrupt, and so were businesses (she knew because her father was an extremely successful businessman). but she really didn't say anything, it was life. and some people ended up luckier than others. but that didn't squash her philanthropic views on things. her and her mother were always the generous ones, giving clothes that hadn't been worn in a span of a month to charity, and the extra money to random people in new york who needed help.

her family's wealth would explain the house that she had in hawaii. the mansion. but no one knew it was hers, because she was locked in there all day and night, and nobody came over. she assumed that people would treat her differently if they knew anything about her. the real her. so she kept her mouth shut and away from people. she didn't blend in as well as she liked, but it was better than standing out. audrey's lack of romantic experience came from her family's background as well. she always assumed that her parents would find someone 'suitable' and whatnot. or that she would fall in love with a gentleman at one of the new york party scenes. she didn't come to hawaii to look for love or to escape from her uptight life. in fact, she missed new york more than most people would understand. no one understood why she was so 'aristocratic' or 'snobby' as most would say it. but she felt like it was a better way of living, besides, that's what she grew up to and that's what she was used to. her way of speaking, polite and reserved, was something that most people didn't do nowadays. and she rarely used profanity and slang, perhaps strengthening her 'snob' reputation. she didn't mind what people thought of her, she was leaving in a year or two anyways. once she was done with college, she would be out of here and back home where she would establish herself as a psychologist.
nice to meet you too, mark. she responded, giving him a polite nod. she wasn't too drunk, which was a start, but the world around her started to seem a bit funny. she decided she would lay off on the drinking for now. he laughed and responded to her question, and she flushed pinker again. of course.. excuse me, you're probably already making a name out of your band.. she said, shrugging and looking at the ground. her brown eyes flickered back up, and she said in a quieter voice, you guys were good. i liked your second piece the best, though.

hey it’s, FINISHED!
cause you’re awesome, MARK
they’re all, 683
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know,

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it was quite a shock that she had never had a drink, and she just turned legal. damn. he was getting wasted at the age of sixteen, and that was normal for him, and the whole island honestly. the kids that were showing up at parties that the older islanders threw were just the next generation of crazy ass locals.

well, damn. that sucks. he said and shrugged off the judging. he on all honesty, couldn't stand stuck up people, and slowly she was throwing him that vibe, but he wasn't going to let it get to him. he couldn't know that she was actually a stuck up bitch, unless she started to treat him badly, which wasn't happening. so he would leave it alone.

it had been a long while since a girl actually bluched when he complimented her. most girls would just throw themselves at him, make a scene yelling how sweet he was, and how nice of a guy he was. but really, he was just too open about things. he couldn't think a girl was pretty without fucking throwing it out there and telling them. which was probably a bad thing in a way, it just foreshadowed his openness about everything.

mark nodded, looking at audrey then gulping down the rest of the beer that he had in his hand. eh, yeah. i'm trying. he didn't want to brag about the new cd he had sent to the main land. he was almost too excited to hold it in, but mark was too humble to boast about his improvements. not to mention he wouldn't tell her he lived in a mansion until they were pulling up to the front gates.

thanks, love. i-well the band all made it, i just wrote the lyrics. he smiled over at her, ordering another beer, doing the same thing with the lime and such. he couldn't resist staring at the girl, she was too gorgeous, and it had been a while since he was so flattered to be in the presence of such a pretty girl.

notes! :: notttt my best. i'm sorrrry! it'll get better. don't worry.
outfit, babes.

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[audrey emily hathaway]

she took another shot of her beer, and another, and a couple of more until the world seemed brighter and her perfect lifestyle didn't seem so fun anymore. she gave a full hearted giggle, as the people around her shot worried glances at her. it was known across the local college that she wasn't a drinker, and that she was lightweight. very lightweight, since this would be her first time. but no one came forward to help or to tell her to stop drinking, or to give her a glass of water. dylan did, but she ignored the nice gesture and started speaking, loosening up. whether it was because she felt comfortable around the boy, or because of the affects of alcohol, she didn't know. and honestly, she was too wasted to care. yeah, it does suck. i guess it's cause i come from such a perfect family back in new york! in new york! can you believe it!? she gave another giggle, and her throat burned, she took the water in her hand and started drinking it. the burning feeling faded, and the world wasn't spinning as much, but she was still a bit drunk. i mean, i lived in new york my whole life and i didn't do anything except read and try to imitate my perfect mother. i didn't have a childhood, ever since i was born i had to dress up and play pretty for all the parties and for the family name.

she had told him more things about her in a couple minutes, than she told her best friends back in new york in a couple of years. that was the affect alcohol had on her, and that's one of the reasons why her parents told her to stay away from it. she wasn't sure if she would regret it the next morning, but who cares? she was twenty one, and legal, and she only had one shot at being young and having fun. she already wasted twenty one years of being perfect and of being what her parents had wanted her to be- and what she thought she wanted to be. why not spend the other two years in college like the regular kids? her logic was correct, but it was her drunken logic. she wasn't in her right mind. yeah. she flushed yet another shade of pink as he called her 'love'. she had not heard those words before, yet had been called them. even in her 'wrong mind', she was very aware that the word didn't have as much of a meaning to him as it did to her, and that he was just saying it. he was humble, and modest, and she gave a tiny smile. as her gaze met his, she yet turned darker pink, yeah, you're right. but the lyrics were excellent too. she complimented, taking another drink of her beer and soon it was all gone. instead of giving her another beer, dylan gave her a worried glance and gave her a glass of water that she refused politely. no thank you, dylan, although that was very kind of you. at least her manners weren't gone with her judgment. her gaze turned over to mark again, and she wondered what he wanted with her. and why he was still lingering around. she pushed the questions out of her mind and gave him a little smile, deciding to just go with it.

hey it’s, FINISHED!
cause you’re awesome, MARK
they’re all, 574
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, oh god. this isn't so good. /:

[marcus jacob federline]

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the girl was getting a little tipsy... after one drink. unsure whether he was going to have to baby sit her or not he just sat there, looking at her. she was just insanely pretty, and it had been a while since he had seen a girl that he was attracted to for their looks, but they seemed like a challenge.

most girls would flaunt themselves and he was happy she wasn't like all the other girls in the world that knew they were pretty. mark sat back, listening to her ramble on about something like she lived in new york, and she didn't really have a fun life, he couldn't relate.

he grew up on this island, so apparently not from new york or anywhere on the mainland. he had been a bad kid, he was pretty much an alcoholic by the time he was sixteen and he was a huge partier. his mother was always working, and she normally lost jobs, and so they never really knew where their next meal was coming from, but as mark looked back on his childhood he found that he had so much fun. he lived on the edge since nothing in his life was set.

then he got into music, and that just took off. he made so much money that he could but his own place at his age. the music that mark made was all of him, pretty much. he never lied about what was said in his lyrics, and from his childhood into his adult hood he had a lot of stuff he could write about.

mark realized that she had blushed when he called her love, and he smiled slightly. he liked the make woman feel good about themselves, and when he had his attention on one she had better know damned well that she had his full attention. not to mention mark liked meeting people, so meeting audrey he was interested in her, and apparently, after one beer, she was able to open up.

mark looked over at dylan as he was rejected for the water. audrey... i think you should take the water. leave the water, dylan, and put her beer and the waters on my tab. he said and looked over at her, he smiled finishing off his second beer, then looking around. the place had gotten packed and he was rather bored... hey, y-you wanna get out of here? go back to my place? he asked her.

notes! :: yup yuppp, it's nooo probs!
outfit, babes.

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