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Post by `alex weathers on Apr 6, 2008 18:35:26 GMT -5
Everybody has their own means of calming down. Some people go for a run, others listen to music. Alex, however, likes to combine them. Many people couldn't picture Alex Weathers in some running shoes, shorts, and a t-shirt. So you say he got his share of weird looks from people as he jogged through the park with earphones blasting in his ears. Some people may have stopped and asked him for his autograph but he was not sporting a very friendly look. He just needed some time to calm down and think his life over. Not only had his band mate slept with a girl he adores, but he also slept with a complete prick, known only as Gabe Gray. How come it was alright for Milo to do what (or who, rather) ever he wants but Alex couldn't tell the world about him and Luka's relationship ? Life seemed to be screwing him over. Poor Alex couldn't even go a night without dreaming about Luka breaking up with him because of having to hide their relationship or dreaming about that other girl, Dahlia Black. For some reason he had become somewhat infatuated with the red headed beauty. Sometimes he caught himself looking for her firey hair in public or in crowds. He really shouldn't be wondering about her; he did have a girlfriend and Dolly seemed to hate him. Perhaps that was the reason he liked her so much. Not many people disliked Alex, and if they did, it was because of his constant chatter. He knew that that could not be the problem because he hardly said a word around her; he just basically followed her around like a lost puppy. Her hating him intrigued him more than her hair did.
So there he was, in his torn up Ramones shirt with a muscle shirt underneath and a pair of sweats jogging through the park, his mind buzzing with thoughts and questions. He reached a bench and sat down, his hands on his head and his elbows resting on his jittery legs which were bouncing up and down. He knew he probably only liked her for the usually guy reason; she was hot. Hey, why not try and live a little ? After all, him and Luka had a sort of 'open relationship' sort of deal going on. They couldn't get people suspicious. If all of Alex's fan girls knew he had a girlfriend they would either a.) ditch their liking for his band or b.) kill Luka. So they agreed it was okay to mess around. But Alex was never one to sleep around in the first place, no matter how many offers he got. He had morals. Ha, a rockstar with morals. Go figure. Anyways, he was content with just being with Luka. And any other time he was with girls he just playfully flirted with them, thats how he was girlfriend or no girlfriend. Thats why it made him mad that Dolly seemed to hate him; she was the only girl he would gladly go against his morals for. So why did he tick her off ?! What good is it being a rockstar if the good looking girl hates you ? Alex wasn't one to have a big ego but he knew he was somewhat attractive, the fan girls proved that every day. Psssh. Women. No matter how cliche it was, he would never truly understand them.
Alex was startled away from his thoughts as 'Anarchy in the UK' started playing. He turned his ipod all the way up and started jogging again. Alex smirked to himself as he realized that he was looking for her. A girl jogging to wards him giggled and blushed, quickening her pace. "Don't flatter yourself" he whispered, his bad mood returning. A couple minutes later he was startled by his phone. He quickly answered it with a rude "What?!". A scream irrupted from the phone. "ALEX ! ALEX ! GUESS WHO IS GONNA BE A THE LABELS PHOTOGRAPHER ?!" He clinched his jaw. "I dunno but I guess you're gonna tell me right ?" she squealed and started jabbering, ignoring what he said. "ME ! I'M GONNA BE AT YOUR TOUR TAKING PICTURES OF YOU. AND MILO." she giggled at his name. He rolled his eyes. Stupid sister. "AREN'T YO-" he hung up on her. Oooh boy ! His day was getting better and better. -insert sarcasm here-
He scowled and then slumped down onto the park bench.
tag !
dahlia black
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Post by socks on Apr 7, 2008 16:05:45 GMT -5
Working was life’s way of torturing. Lately, Sighted South had been under much stress. And you know those damn musicians, they’re so temperamental. As well, she had never realized taking care of musicians was worse than babysitting. Dahlia shivered at the thought of Katy crying her eyes out a few days ago. The girls was pretty ripped apart, and trust Dolly, it was bad. And Katy had taken her frustration and sadness out on Nathaniel, her Gibson. And guess who had to fix the guitar. Dahlia Black. The damn girl felt like she was carrying the stupid world on her thin shoulders. This was definitely unfair. Though what Katy and everyone what she had affected was going through was probably worse. She knew Locky was jerk and did not deserve Katy in his stupid life. Then there was Alex, which boy was something and necessarily it wasn’t a bad something. ‘I don’t like him, because that is against the rules.?Her thoughts totally took over her mind, until she realized she had walked herself over to the park, and nonetheless, they came back. One thing, she knew about Alex was that he was an oddity. One that basically did not talk and just followed. But it has been awhile since a boy had liked her. Who knows? ‘Wait, Dolly, stop. Alex is bad.?She thought again, this was just not helping. Why the boy couldn’t let her be, was something she needed to find out.
Dahlia brushed her fiery red bangs out of her face. It seemed so pleasant strolling through a park, she hadn’t done this in ever. Her mother had kept her confined and a bit locked up. She wasn’t like a naïve parent, though she wasn’t bad. But a park was a part of every child’s childhood, except hers. She never had time for these types of the things, being sent off for doing drugs, was pretty complicated and unfair. Well, atleast she had her fresh start, Dolly should be grateful. She wasn't vulnerable, she'd never expirienced things, never hurt. It was nice, but someimes it felt like she was missing out. And it made her sad. Like never being able to fall in love. Just one little incident, got her locked up and the rest of the world shut out. I mean, it was kind of nice at times. Maybe she just needed someone to open her shell and stick out a hand. "Miss Black, do you want to come explore the world?" Finally, she stopped in her trackes once again, her perflexed thoughts vanished. And she saw something that caught her eye. Or perhaps someone.
"Do you stalk me?" She stared at the body on the bench, it was Alex. She shuffled her red hair. Smirking, she began to talk. "You look weird, and you know retraining orders are almost as popular as Louis Vuittons." She stared at him for a few seconds, but enough to leave him guessing what she was thinking. "You like me, don't you?" She tapped herself anxiously. That was what boys did to her- they made her waste a million papers on drag queen poems, future marriage names, and red scribbled hearts. Additionally, they contrived her to be completely nervous. Oh no, Dolly never got to be at the easy going point around guys, nor did she ever have an experience near guys which excluded a mix up of words; it might’ve been why she rarely had relationships, but considering the circumstances now,it was amazing she could still breathe.
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Post by `alex weathers on May 4, 2008 14:10:17 GMT -5
Alex jumped slightly at the sound of another persons voice. Her voice. "God dammit. What is it with this girl ?" he mumbled to himself before putting on an obviously fake smile. "Well, aren't we charming now." he said, sighing as he said it. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Me ? Stalking you ? Psshft. I have no reason to stalk you, babe." he chuckled. He wouldn't call it stalking....exactly. Ok, so maybe he would but that doesn't really matter, does it ? Every one can admit to 'stalking' some one in their lifetime. Hell, stealing a few glances at some one wasn't that bad. It wasn't like he was some weird old guy who had pictures of her on his phone and computer....
"You would know.." he smirked. What she said next made him stare blankly at her for a while, blinking about three times. Then suddenly he burst into laughter. "Yeaaah. I like you." he rolled his eyes. "Are we in the third grade still ?" he teased. He coughed and then swallowed before speaking, still chuckling a little. "Listen honey, even if I did like you, it wouldn't really matter. Would it ?" he tittled his head to the side slightly.
In an instant, his stomach filled with a bad feeling. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not in such a great mood. Family, y'know ?" he apologized, moving his hands animatedly as he spoke. He then noticed how thick his New York accent sounded. Chuckling to himself he patted the seat next to him. "Here have a seat. We should get better acquainted since I've been like a fucking zombie lately. And an ass a couple minutes ago." he smirked.
OOC; Sorry socks dear. Its short and ugly. I'll reply better next time, I promise. Bit busy trying to get all of my posts done and this one just came out shitty.
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