* / if you swear to listen

[zoe carolyn van wright]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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zoe had fucked up. it was pretty simple, really, if you thought about it. she had made a big mistake, she had flipped on her boyfriend, and now they had broken up. but then why was it so complicated at the same time? people like zoe and jamie... they were fighters by nature, they argued a lot. but yet they still loved each other. so why had they allowed this stupid little argument to break them up so easily? it was really one of the dumbest things they had ever fought about, and it was the one that had apparently torn them apart. jamie had never told zoe that he was bi, and when she found out, or more like wiggled it out of him, really, she had flipped out on him. and being jamie, well, he fought back. it was nothing out of the ordinary. but the thing was, the fact that jamie was bi didn't really bother zoe at all. hell, half of her friends were bi, or at least claimed to be. (people these days, eh?) she had only gotten mad because he hadn't told her that. that didn't mean zoe wasn't at fault, though. she had been the one to flip out on him and pretty much start the argument.

but zoe never took being left in the dark very easily. and so she'd been herself, and yelled at him, and screamed. well okay, typed angrily at him. they'd broken up over an im! how stupid, hey? technology these days... they said that it was so much easier for people to get angry and seem confident when they weren't face-to-face, basically saying that it was easier to argue with someone over a computer or through texting or something. but for zoe, hell, it didn't make any difference at all. had she been with jamie in person, if anything, she probably would have flipped out on him more! so in her case, it was a good thing that there had been a solid barrier between the two, in this case a computer screen. or there would have been problems.

zoe wasn't dealing so well without jamie around. she was really a wreck, or well, more of a wreck than she usually was. she was lost, she didn't know what to do. why the hell did she have to fuck up so badly? why did she have to flip out on him like she always did?! if she had been a quieter person.. calmer, or meeker or something, she wouldn't be having this problem now. but maybe... maybe jamie would never have wanted to go out with her in the first place. oh, who the fuck knew, or even cared? it was too late for that now anyway. so for now, zoe was just giving up on thinking. hah, that was pretty obvious when you learned where she was going tonight: zach cameron's party. she hated this kid! well, hate might be a little extreme of a word, but she found him to be annoying. she'd only talked to him a few times before, and that was in the chatroom. but now she was going to his birthday party? wow, she must have not been thinking. but as zoe walked up to his place and heard the booming music and all the talking, she managed to smile just a bit, for the first time in... well, since she'd broken up with jamie. she walked up the steps and into the house, looking around for.. she didn't know. someone she knew? zoe nonchalantly grabbed a shot off of the counter where some kid was pouring them, downing it in a gulp, flinching just a little. might as well make of this what she could.

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[jameson robert bolton]

holy shit, jamie was drunk. that's pretty much all there was to it. he was sitting on a couch in his friends basement, staring up at the ceiling. his knees were tucked into his chest, and he was just ... looking up. imagining that the ceiling was moving into all these weird sort of patterns and shapes. kelton and sheldon's conversation was weaving in and out of jamie's ears, and jamie was getting irritated by all the unnecessary noise. his mind (or what was left of it) was telling him to turn his head and tell the boys to shut their fuckholes, but his body wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. finally, after about five minutes of in-body arguing, jamie turned his head, tried to open his mouth to speak, and fell onto the floor.

uggh. this was not delightful. kelton and sheldon started laughing their asses off at jamie, but jamie couldn't really do anything about it. he tried to bring himself to a kneeling position, but his arms kept giving out. fuck. when was the last time he was this drunk? he couldn't remember. well, jamie couldn't remember much of anything right now. he had started drinking this morning, when his mom had come back from her shift at the hospital. as soon as she went into her room, jamie took a shot of tequila just for the hell of it, and then took another shot. and another. ... and another. finally, he decided he really shouldn't. so, he went to his room where he found his lovely bottle of vodka hiding in his closet. and from there, the epic battle between intoxication and sobreity began. despite jamie's thin body, the boy could take a hefty amount of alcohol before he started getting tipsy. and, well, he had had quite a bit.

jamie felt a hand on his back and opened his eyes to see that he was being pulled up to a sitting position. his head fell back, and he began staring at the ceiling again. pourquoi je suis ici? oh, great. he was thinking en francais. in jamie's mind, he made a confused face. on the outside, however, his expression was probably just as blank as he thought it was. somehow, between all the constant laughter and his thinking process, he heard something about a party. then, he felt two hands pick him up and have his arms slung over the two boys' shoulders, and shook his head. "aucune. je ne veux pas aller ... " oh, who was he kidding? he was completely useless. he couldn't decide if he was going to go or not. the kid could barely stand, let alone make his own decisions. kelton and sheldon stopped, said something about jamie needing to walk on his own, and they put his arms down. a little too quickly, too, because some of the contents of jamie's stomach ended up in kelton's mother's flower bed.

however, being a trooper and all, jamie managed to put one foot in front of the other and walk to sheldon's car. when he sat down in shotgun, he instantly felt his stomach twist up. partially because of his current state, and partially because he didn't know where the fuck he was going. " ... arrêter." his voice was barely a whisper as he thought about where his friends were taking him. what if they were taking him to like, somewhere big? what if - god forbid - zoe was there? he didn't want to see her right now. she had practically blown up in jamie's face about one stupid little thing. "arrêter." sheldon and kelton were laughing. both of them were drunk too, but not as much as poor ol' jameson here. "dude, what is he saying?"

[/i] sheldon was laughing at jamie's speaking, and obviously couldn't speak a word of french. kelton, on the other hand, could. "he's telling you to stop, dude."[/i] sheldon laughed. "fuckin' fat chance of that. we're going to partaaaaaay![/i] jamie looked over at sheldon. he was laughing, as usual. jamie could also hear kelton in the back. he was laughing, but not as much. the eighteen-year-old looked to the front again, and felt something in his throat. oh god.

jamie vomited all over the dash of sheldon's car. sheldon slammed on the brakes (thank goodness there were no vehicles behind them) and looked over at jamie. "what the fuck, man?" all jamie could do was rest his head against the headrest. hell, there wasn't much he could do. " ... i told you to stop."sheldon finally laughed. "speak american next time, you prick."[/i] sheldon rolled down the windows, said something about jamie being a crazy fuck, and continued driving. kelton held out a piece of spearmint gum to jamie, and jamie took it and put it in his mouth without taking off the wrapper. eventually, though, he discovered that something didn't taste quite right and pulled the wrapper out, throwing it out onto the street. before jamie could process everything that was happening, the car stopped again, this time at its destination.

jamie opened his door, stumbled out, and was immediately greeted by the booming of loud music and people talking and having a good time. awesome. jamie highly doubted that he was going to have a good time tonight. he was about two more drinks until passing out, and until then, he was just going to have those two drinks and get shit over with. the taste of the gum was almost nauseating, but he kept it in his mouth anyways. a part of him, however how small that part may be, did not want him to keep drinking tonight, for whatever reason. so, as soon as he got into the crowded house, he started walking towards the living room, which is where most of the people happened to be. he knew quite a few of these people, but some he didn't. and he was in no mood or state of mind to be blossoming new friendships. after thinking about friends, he turned around. kelton and sheldon had totally ditched him. dicks! he would seek revenge. jamie headed back out of the living room and into the hallway, and eventually the kitchen. they were bound to be in there, getting drinks, but jamie stopped in the doorway as soon as he saw what the fuck was in there.

zoe. mid-shot. perfect time to get away. but his feet wouldn't move. shit, shit, shit. not now, this was not a pristine time for being frozen in place. zoe finished her shot. quick, jb. move! move your scrawny little ass back to the living room, where she couldn't see you! and finally, his feet started to work. he backed out of that fucker like a train was coming after him, and stumbled down the hallway. ohh shit. this wasn't good. he was leaving. now.

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hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, zamie
they’re all, way over our limit.
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ lol i love him. <3 ”

[/sub]

[zoe carolyn van wright]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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what was she doing here? seriously, what the hell was zoe's problem that she had actually showed up to this kid's party? it was finally starting to hit her how stupid this was, how much she didn't like zach, how much she didn't even want to be with people right now. fuck, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend, the only one she'd ever had, the only guy she ever loved, and here she was, out at a party? damn, what was her problem? yeah, she didn't know either. and so, as zoe did when she didn't know what to do... she started drinking more. she downed another shot quickly, already searching for that numb feeling, that invincible feeling, when she wouldn't have to worry about anything. who cared about jamie? who needed him? really, she was only in love with him.. who cared? zoe did. a lot. she cared too much, almost. but yet why did she feel like punching him at the same time? it was an odd way to show someone you loved him. then again, well, zoe was odd. very odd. she also enjoyed the word odd. zoe also got even odder when she was drunk, such as rambling about the word odd. that was getting pretty bad. but then again, so was zoe. she was already losing track of how many minutes had passed and how many shots and beers she'd downed.

man, this was one hell of a party. and you know what? zoe was feeling better already. her vision was a little blurred as she wandered the halls, trying to find someone new to hang out with. her last group had just left to god knows where, but there had to be other people here who she knew, right? hah, obviously they were. zoe wasn't popular or anything, but she knew of a fair amount of kids at the school, if not most. on first-name or friendly basis with them? that was another story. but this was a party, and half of the kids here, if not more, were already drunk, and no one really gave a fuck at this point. they would start hanging out or screwing around with whoever was closest at the point. that was the beauty of being drunk at a party: you could do whatever the hell you felt like and no one would give a shit! hell, zoe wouldn't even mind running into zach himself at this point! she was really that out of it already. with her small frame and low weight, well, it didn't really take all that long for zoe to get drunk. maybe that also was affected by the fact that she really hadn't been drinking for all that long. probably only since high school started, and it wasn't like zoe was one of the kids who went and got drunk every night, or a few times a week at the very least. she wasn't that addicted.

but hell, the way this was making her feel right now? maybe she would have to start! maybe.. maybe there were drugs that helped with this too! zoe had never been a druggie before. she'd tried pot, but that was only once, and that was the only drug, too. the gateway drug. the one that was pretty mellow compared to everything else there is out there. huh, if there was shit that made her feel like this all the time she'd have to try it out! drugs wouldn't be too hard to get hold of, either, seeing as she had... shit. well, she was fucked. okay not really, zoe knew plenty of other people who did drugs too. but that wasn't really what she was worrying about right now. it was the fact that she had just brought jamie back to her mind... and she was almost completely positive that she saw him in the living room right now. oh, shit. zoe was barely in control as she walked straight up to him, stumbling a little. just to make sure it was him at first, and then she knew it was too late, she wasn't going to be able to walk away now. her eyebrows furrowed and her fists curled up a little, just by looking at him. she took another step closer, misjudged, and ended up colliding with him, almost hitting the floor before she grabbed him nervously around the middle, her hands sliding down over his junk. well fuck. she groaned, struggling a little as she stood up straight again, really hoping he didn't flip out about that or anything.. actually, no. he should flip out. she could use a little action right now. besides, she was so out of it she didn't even know how to start a fight with him.

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[jameson robert bolton]

everything was giving jamie a headache. he also felt like he was going to puke again at any moment. however, those good two (or was it three? or four? ah, who gives a fuck) good puking sessions had emptied his stomach of a bit of its alcoholic contents, and that made it considerably happier. if jamie's digestive system was a person, they would have an extreme dislike for each other. like, i'm talking knife fights. but, since his stomach and other bits worked for him, they had to work to their full potential. and that potential and lowered considerably over the past few years. although, his liver was still a trooper. his heart was doing less-than-average, but with all the shit this kid has put in his veins, it was a wonder he was still functioning the way he was. his brain? not so great. the only thing that appeared to be on his mind these days were drugs, drinking, sex, drugs, more drugs, and possibly, some more sex. that's it. what a great mind for an eighteen-year-old with no future.

jamie couldn't help but to laugh out loud at his own thoughts. good thing the guys he had been talking to had also laughed at that moment, or he would be considered insane for laughing randomly. a future. hah! jamie had given up on all plans for that when his dad told him to stop reading and start being a kid. if he hadn't told him to stop everything, imagine how jamie would be now. probably excelling in all of his classes and on his way to med school in a heartbeat. no drugs for him, please. oh, and pass the girls. he didn't need any of those for a long while, or at least until he got his acceptance letter. god. in a way, jamie was happy he had ditched the whole giving up on being a doctor thing. if he had just been close with the books, jamie would probably be a weird, friendless, creepy virgin. no. jamie couldn't even think of himself as such a thing. he could've been fat, too, and nobody wants that.

ugh. he needed to get his mind off of that shit, man. his first thought was alcohol. lucky for him, one of the guys he had been talking to had been 'convieniently' taken off by a girl, and had given jamie his drink to hold onto. aka, he wasn't coming back. so, jamie took a sip. ack. it burned his throat. it was definitely straight vodka. oh well. he'd drink it anyway. and drink it he did. jamie finished almost half a plastic cup of vodka like it was a simple glass of water, and when he finished, he almost fell over. luckily, one of the guys caught him and stood him back up. however, that didn't do very much help because he felt someone - or something - grabbing onto his waist and then headin' on down south. this caught jamie's attention, he looked down, and stumbled back a bit. what the fuck? it was zoe! "que fais-tu ici?" oh dear. he needed to stop speaking in french. nobody could understand him, and kelton wasn't around to translate. "what are you doing here?" he managed to slurr out those few words, staring at his ex (he hated saying that) girlfriend. his words were almost harsh, but he was drunk and couldn't control his emotions. he was actually pleasantly surprised, even though he knew that she could easily throw a few punches his way. or could she? she looked pretty wasted.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, zamie
they’re all, shorter! <3
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ lol i love him. <3 ”

[zoe carolyn van wright]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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uyhkajsdhfdkjweihf8jxkjhwe;sktjewoidlxkf: this was what zoe's mind looked like right now. and what it felt like? well, probably that whole jumble times two. or seven. well, probably eight, because everyone loved the number eight. or zoe was just that drunk that she was spending more than even a split second thinking about the number eight and how awesome it is or how much people should like it or whatever. man, she was such a lightweight. truthfully, she hadn't been drinking that long. or, well, that long compared to how long most of the other kids here probably had been. hey, it wasn't her fault, she was little. not like, little as in like, a little person. zoe wasn't a midget. she was just short. but hey, she was only sixteen. she had time to grow, right? no, she was probably already pretty close to what her final height in life was going to be, or so you could say. what was the legal height for you to be considered a midget anyway? like, four ten or something, isn't it? well, zoe was over five feet, so she was good in that department. thankfully. she would have gotten a lot of crap, after all, if she was considered a midget.

well, maybe. she was still a tough little fuck and hey, a few inches wouldn't really make all that much of a difference. she would still be able to scare whoever she wanted off, whether just with her words or a little violence. or a lot of violence. fuck, zoe didn't care, she loved violence. throwing in a few punches here and there always seemed to make things more interesting than just having a regular old argument. really, where was the fun in that? well it was still fun, as she'd said, just not as fun as real physical fights. a lot of people -- okay, all people -- who didn't know zoe would look at her and think... no way. she couldn't possibly get into a fight with anyone. but that was so far from the truth that it wasn't even funny. zoe was one of the most violent people she knew, and she knew a lot of people.a lot of people who were pretty similar to her, so that was definitely saying something.

and not a single fuck was given that day. however, that is slightly irrelevant to this current situation, zoe thought (using the surprisingly big words for her current mental and physical and hell, even emotion, maybe even throw in spiritual state) as the sentence randomly came floating through her head. probably more like slamming or something though, because it kind of hurt to think right now. so, she would just stop. whatever happened happened, hey? but judging by her current state and the fact that jamie was here... whatever happened could turn out to mean a lot more than it would with anyone else. and then jamie was speaking french. zoe stared at him, swaying on the spot somewhat. "what.." she had only managed to get one word out before he spoke again, and this time in english, thank god. what was she doing here? really? "like fuck do you care..." zoe didn't even really care that those words were slightly unintelligible and really made no sense, and to be honest? she doubted jamie would either. she didn't know what time of the night it was, but he was probably already high on something.. or drunk, at least. and if he was only drunk, well, zoe knew him. it was probably only a matter of time before he was getting high. wait... maybe she could get something out of him then. ah who was she kidding? jamie hated him now. ah, fuck. she'd say it again: whatever happens happens, right?

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[jameson robert bolton]

jamie looked down at zoe. she was a mess. well, not like ... physically or anything. she was still beautiful as ever. but, she was definitely not sober. but really, who was jamie to judge? he had hardly slept at all for days, or since the two had broken up, and had spent a large portion of his time spent away either drinking or getting high. and the worst thing about it was that he was doing all of those things alone. he could've called up maisie or joe to hang out with, but those two seemed to pair up together. jamie really had nobody to pair up with. before, he would've just went to jack. but ... now he couldn't. and he couldn't think of jack right now, either. there was no way that jamie bolton was going to start crying at the middle of a party. no way that jamie bolton was going to cry in front of anybody. he hadn't cried in front of anyone for a while, and he was going to keep it that way. he needed to get his mind off of this subject, and fast.

alcohol. it was making him completely unsteady. nobody here seemed to be able to know how to stand up straight or walk like they weren't a caveman. jamie was no exception, of course. he was having quite a hard time standing up and staying that way, so he had his hand against a shelf. the eighteen year old thought that it looked dumb, though, and back up so he was leaning against it. he put his hands in his pockets, and, whoa! was there something in his pocket that just might be a cure to all insanity? he sneaked it out of his pocket, briefly looked at it, and then stuffed it back in with care. a joint. perfect. just what he needed to get out of this stuffy place. he wasn't going to leave the party, no, he just needed to find a place that wasn't so .. crowded. he didn't fare well with crowds.

jamie heard zoe speaking, and was about to reply when a girl fell into him drunkenly. he pushed her back into the crowd, like the living room was a moshpit of some sort, and glared in her direction with his 'don't-fuck-with-me' look. he was getting pretty good at giving such a glare. well, he should be, with the amount of people that he gave it to daily. his dad, his cat, his teachers, his classmates ... his dad. everyone got one of those looks at one point or another. hell, zoe probably got her fair share back when the two weren't so friendly. if you can believe it, they had been even more unfriendly in the past. jamie broke off his evil glare from the girl and turned his direction back to zoe, his facial expressions lighting up a bit. he needed to get out of here. it was like he was claustrophobic or something. "c'mon." he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to the direction that was closest to getting them out of here. he kicked at people who didn't want to get out of his way, and while he was doing his kicking, jamie looked down at her. "just because you broke up with someone doesn't mean you automatically stop caring about them." or not with him, anyways. he hadn't stopped caring about zoe. hell, he hadn't stopped loving her. if anything, he loved her even more now, because he realized just how much she meant to him. and it was a hell of a lot.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, zamie
they’re all, shorter! <3
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ i had to type this post TWICE cause i lost it the first time. ): ”

[zoe carolyn van wright]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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what do you do when you're too fucked up? stupid shit, that's what. we all do dumb shit when we're fucked up. yes, the exact words of mike tyson. wise man. he knew what was up. and now zoe understood it, too. well, okay, she already had understood it from previous situations. this wasn't the first time she'd ever gotten drunk, after all. she may have looked all cute and innocent, but as discussed earlier, she sure as hell wasn't. and that included drinking. she was sixteen, after all. by that age, it was true, most kids had gotten drunk before in their life, if not many times. well, zoe was clearly no exception. she would love to be all proud and say that there was nothing she hadn't tried before, but that would be a bit of an exaggeration. when it came to drinking, well, she'd been at it a while, yeah, but she wasn't exactly an expert (clear by the fact that she was already shitfaced). and everything else out there that was bad for you? like drugs? yeah, she was pretty much a novice on that. smoking pot once in your life hardly earned you your drug badge.

who knew, though? zoe couldn't remember the last time she'd been this drunk (not that she would have been able to anyway, she probably wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, either), so who the hell knew what would happen? she could honestly see herself getting into a lot of trouble from this, but who the fuck cared? not her. she would just have to make the most of this night. but with jamie here... hm. this could end well, or this could end badly, and not just badly, but horrible. they would probably end up fighting all over again. and yeah, they were technically already broken up, but zoe... hell, she didn't know. she still loved jamie. she regretted ever flipping out on him about something so stupid. but she was, well, zoe. she was too stubborn to ever admit that. like, ever. if she could have jamie back, well hell, of course she'd do it. but getting him back through admitting she was wrong? hm, that was definitely going to cause some problems. if there was ever a contest for the most stubborn person in the world, maybe zoe wouldn't win for sure, but she'd at least make it to the championships, or the finals. and the world is a pretty big place.

zoe stared at jamie blankly. she was irritated, yeah, but it probably had more to do with the fact that she was so extremely drunk and really didn't quite have a full grasp on what was going on right now. at all. all she knew was that she was at a party and jamie was here, and yeah, she didn't know what was gonna go down. before she knew it, jamie had his arm around her, and .. wait. what the hell? what the fuck was he doing? and why the fuck wasn't she pushing his arm away, or punching him or something? "c'mon." wait a minute. "ja.."

[/b] she managed to get just the first syllable of his name out of her mouth before she just.. shut up. who cared? this was what she wanted, wasn't it? to be back with him and not have to apologize? and... wait. what did he just say? zoe processed the words as she unknowingly leaned into his touch, only still standing because he was holding onto her. he cared about her? hah, right! zoe knew better than to believe that. they'd broken up, he didn't care. he wouldn't have let her just stubbornly walk away after that stupid fight if he really cared, would he? right? ah who the hell knew. that was one question that zoe wouldn't have been able to answer even if she was sober right now, which she most certainly was not. so, she just ignored his comment. "where the hell are we going?" it wasn't really a complaint, though. she was just still too stubborn to admit she was happy, that this was what she wanted.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[jameson robert bolton]

it felt sort of weird, actually, to be around zoe. not in a hugely bad way, but it was just. awkward. jamie was still in the process of deciding how he felt about their breakup, and she seemed to have taken it okay. well, she wasn't okay, obviously, but she seemed to not even give half a shit that they were no longer together. afterall - if she really had cared, wouldn't she have like, hit him by now? jamie was used to taking hits from her. they didn't hurt much, and it wasn't like he was the sort of guy to hit his girlfriend. sure, he got angry - sometimes he swore he could see flames in his eyes - but he would never hit a girl. yes, even if the girl started to hit him. it wasn't like it was hardcore hitting, either. it was generally okay. jamie was tough.

when zoe spoke, jamie stopped walking for a second and stood there in thought. where was he going, anyway? wait - where was he? he didn't know this house at all. he didn't even know whose house this even was. all he knew was that there was free booze. nice. jamie continued walking before people had to chance to push himself and zoe over (and that was highly likely - they seemed to be leaning on each other to stay standing now) but he didn't know where he was going, really. then he saw a guy come in from outside. perfect. a mildly brilliant idea came to his mind, and he headed for the door. the pathway was actually pretty clear this time, and so he didn't have very many problems getting his way there. "uh, outside?" outside, it was easier to breathe. it was also considerably cooler outdoors than in a house filled with thousands of people. okay, maybe not thousands. but there were a lot. more than your average fare.

as soon as the two got outside, jamie took his arm away from her. the sole purpose of his arm there was to get her to follow him and to keep them from being seperated. however, as soon as he got his arm back, he staggered back, almost tripped on some unidentifiable object, but somehow managed to stay standing. he couldn't remember the last time he was this drunk. and it wasn't even a good, fun kind of drunk. it was sort of depressing, actually. somehow in the process of losing his balance, his gum fell out of his mouth and onto the ground. jamie looked down at his ever-so-appropriate shirt (it said 'i recycle girls') to try and find it, but then saw it on the ground. ew. that's gross. without looking behind him to see if zoe was following him or not, he went around the corner of the house and started fumbling around in his pockets. okay ... he still had the joint. now where was his lighter? he patted down all of his pockets, and found it in one of the back pockets of his jeans. excellent.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, zamie
they’re all, shorter! <3
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ pockets is a peculiar word ”

[zoe carolyn van wright]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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zoe didn't know how much time had passed since she had lasted talked to jamie face to face. she'd caught a glimpse of him here or there during school, but she hadn't been stupid enough (or desperate enough, maybe) to go up to him and start something. but if she had started something, well, maybe she would have been able to set this right. hah, that might be a long shot, but still. zoe may have been trying so hard to act all tough on the outside and everything... but she was seriously hurting from this. she loved jamie. he was the only guy she'd ever loved, and she'd completely messed up and had lost him, just like that. in a matter of minutes. and, well, it hadn't taken long for zoe to realize just how big of a mistake she'd made. zoe had made a lot of mistakes in her life. but never before had she regretted one quite as much as this. and zoe? she never regretted things. if she really did, well, she wouldn't admit it to herself anyway. she always tried to just wiggle past it and act like it was no big deal.

but this time, it was definitely a big deal. one that she wouldn't be able to get away with so easily. one part of her really just wanted to apologize, some stupid, rarely used, probably cobwebby corner in the back of her brain. if she apologized, after all, things would be able to go back to the way they were, right? well... if jamie believed her. he wasn't stupid, either; he knew zoe. he would probably assume that something weird was going on or that she was just lying, or this was just what she got like when she was drunk. like how some people are fun drunks, some are loud, like that. zoe would be an emotional drunk in jamie's eyes, if she came out and said that. but thankfully, she wasn't going to. she was going to be her own stubborn self and maybe try to get away with something else to get with jamie again.. hell, she didn't know! she really needed to keep remembering her whole "whatever happens happens" motto because this thinking process was getting her nowhere.

jamie led her outside before letting go of her, and as she'd been leaning so heavily on him, she promptly stumbled and almost fell sideways into a bush before managing, somehow, miraculously, to grab onto it and keep herself up. probably just like she had when she ran into jamie, except she'd accidentally grabbed something else by mistake that time. as she slowly regained her upright standing position, her eyes strayed back down there again without thinking, somehow. it took a moment for her to wrench herself out of it and move her eyes back up to jamie's fuzzy face. wait, his face wasn't supposed to be fuzzy. damn, was she drunk or what? then jamie was moving and ... what the hell was she doing following him? it would be so much smarter to just walk away right now. but jamie had led her out here and now he was walking away and oh well, he wasn't gonna get away with this. she followed him at a quick pace, stumbling, somehow managing to stay on her feet, probably out of rage. she was about to wind up and punch him when she saw him fumbling around in his pockets. frowning, she walked the rest of the way up to him, staring, kinda. "why the fuck did you bring me out here?" confused or not, she was still getting pissed.

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not enough. | words |
coffee shop soundtrack - all time low.| music |
ZAMIE. <3 | tagged |
these posts are like.. half of our old ones. yay. | notes |
clothes. | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[jameson robert bolton]

shit, jamie couldn't remember how he got here. actually, at this point he couldn't remember much of anything. however, he could remember running over to kelton's house and then magically appearing here, at this party. but how did he get here? there's no such thing as magic. he was too smart to believe in that nonsense. not to mention, he was eighteen. jamie was pretty sure that if there was a magician at the school or something, he'd probably fall asleep during the presentation. jamie knew how to do some of the tricks, like the whole milk-turning-into-a-napkin shindig, so they weren't that interesting to him anymore. but wait. why was he thinking about magicians? this was just not proper. well, his mind wasn't proper. jamie poked his head out around the corner of the house to look. he could see zoe walking towards him, and further back there was sheldon's car. so he must've been in that car. but wait. the passenger door was open and the interiors weren't on ... what did that mean? jamie put his vehicle knowledge to the test. well, golly! the battery must have died! how the fuck was he going to get home?! was he going to be trapped here forever? he didn't want to stay here forever.

jamie was starting to panic. oh no. his dad didn't know he was out. hell, jamie was supposed to be locked in his room right now. his mom knew that he had gone. jamie had told his mom. she was fine with it. she knew that he had been drinking. she was one of the few people that could tell between sober jamie and drunk jamie. that was a skill that not many people had. but, since jamie was a momma's boy, she knew pretty well everything about him. well, almost everything. there were a few things that she didn't need to know.

when zoe was near jamie, he laughed. "why are you asking so many fucking questions?" he shook his head and leaned up against the house. he hoped that it wasn't dirty, because he really didn't need to ruin his shirt. it was one of his favorites, and not just because of the saying. it was a pretty color of blue. yay, blue. jameson took his lighter (which was also blue, by the way) and flicked it so a bright orange flame danced around the top. his thumb left the little lever dealio, and the flame went out. just like that. he looked over at zoe and then back down at his pocket, where he pulled the joint from. he stuck it between his lips, lit the lighter once again, and inhaled. he held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, then breathed out through his nose. it was an odd feeling. he could also look like a dragon. ahha ... a dragon. people can't look like dragons. they're people. not reptiles. or ... amphibians. or whatever.

jamie repeated that process twice before he even thought about zoe again. which was odd, because she was standing right infront of him and even though it was dark outside, she wasn't hard to see. he wasn't trying to ignore her, he was just preoccupied at the moment. he brought his eyes to hers, then dropped them again. there was definitely something on his shoe. he held out the joint to her and bent down to knock whatever it was off of his shoe. he couldn't really feel anything. without thinking that she might've been about to take the smoking joint from his hand, he brought it to his lips, inhaled, then let it out again. "you need to like ... chill the fuck out, man." okay, so maybe calling zoe 'man' wasn't the best idea. but hey, he was wasted off his ass and he was planning on getting baked out of his tree. a pretty good plan, if you ask me. jamie offered the joint to her once again, this time for real. she really needed to just ... chill, for lack of better words.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, zamie
they’re all, shorter! <3
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ pockets is a peculiar word ”

[zoe carolyn van wright]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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why did zoe have to fall in love? why did she have to go and try to make jamie jealous ages ago at the ball, and then start dating him, and then fall madly in love? it had really changed her as a person. zoe had never really thought that she was the kind of person to fall in love, and especially not in high school. sure, she was young, she had time. she was a pretty girl and yeah, there would be guys who wanted her throughout her life. but zoe had never really pictured herself ever truly finding someone. but then jamie had come along. he'd come into her life with, well, kind of a bang. they never hit it off well, probably worse than even jesus and the devil. they absolutely hated each other and pretty much wanted to punch each other's brains out. well, except zoe was the only who ever really tried, because jamie wouldn't hit a girl, no matter how much he despised her. but he would easily go as far as to argue with her, and so, that was what they did. they bickered like old women, except it was like old women on steroids with bad language and who acted like they'd never been so pissed off in their entire lives. and since they were old women, that meant they'd been around quite a while. so it was saying something.

but that had changed, probably starting with that day in the mall so long ago. it had started off like any other occurrence between zoe and jamie. zoe actually accidentally ran into him, and then being her stupid stubborn argumentive little self, started freaking out on him and naturally, as was the human reaction, yelled back, and they fought. and then.. jamie kissed her. and by that point, well, zoe had already liked jamie, but she had been so confused by her feelings in the first place and so taken off guard when he kissed her that she just... left. she turned and pretty much ran away. but zoe had been given quite a lot of time to think between that occurrence and the next time she met jamie. so she'd be ready next time, right? tell him how she really felt and everything? hah, no. the next time zoe saw jamie had been at the masquerade ball. she had a date that night, a new friend, josh. she thought he was cute and all, but really, she was just toying with him. and that night, well, she used him to make jamie jealous. and then jamie had gone and punched his lights out. zoe flipped, naturally, but that was just what zoe did. but then somehow.. that night jamie had convinced her to go out with him. and just like that, they were dating.

but just as fast as that had happened, it seemed, it had all ended. zoe had freaked on him yet again, being the kind of person she was, and then it was over. zoe was pretty much heartbroken after that. she loved jamie, and she knew that their breakup had been all her fault, and she felt horrible. she wasn't sure jamie was actually hurt from it at all, but she still felt really bad. but, being zoe, as usual, she would never admit that to herself. so she went around acting like it was no big deal, that she wasn't hurting at all. but seeing by how drunk she was right now? yeah, she was hurting. she was hurting a lot. but there was a part of her right now that felt better, just because she was around jamie. his presence had that much of an affect on her, apparently. "i'm asking questions because i want to know what the hell's goinon!" okay, so maybe she didn't act like she was in that much better of a mood, but again, zoe was weird. then jamie held out the joint to her, and well, she reached out to grab it without thinking. but then it was gone. what? zoe stumbled forward a little when her hand missed it, her fingers brushing against jamie's chest before she managed to regain her balance. she narrowed her eyes, about to growl something when he handed her the joint again, and she grabbed it this time, not feeling even the slightest bit nervous as she brought it to her lips, inhaling the sweet smoke and waiting a minute before slowly breathing it out. she smiled a little, or more of a smirk really, and took another hit. she was feeling better already.

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not enough. | words |
free fallin' - the almost (tom petty cover)| music |
ZAMIE. <3 | tagged |
I DIDN'T RUN OUT OF THINGS TO SAY! | notes |
clothes. | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[jameson robert bolton]

whoa whoa whoa. what was that? what was jamie hearing? he stopped moving for a second to focus his ears on something else other than the obvious. the thumping of the house had long since become background noise. the people talking and laughing and screaming had faded into the back of jamie's mind. but he could hear like ... howling. oh god. was that a coyote? coyotes could eat you. just gobble you up like nobody's business. nobody wants that. jamie didn't want that. but wait. on second thought, it could be just a dog. that was much more realistic, since jamie didn't think coyotes would come anywhere near here. he remembered something. he and his mother were discussing getting a dog. kris had said that they didn't need anymore animals in this house. they already had spencer and jamie. jamie rebutled with the fact that spencer was alone 75 percent of the time and would probably stop clawing everything if he had a friend who would be there twenty-four seven. kris then told him that she had a hard enough time keeping up with spencer and that he could have as many pets as he wanted when he moved out, but from here on it was going to be spencer and spencer only, young man. jamie was angry at his mother for a whole of two minutes before he wandered into the living room and talked about god knows what, back to their regular mother-son selves. it was nice to have someone that even if you fight with them, they'll always take you back.

zoe and jamie were like that. er, well, kind of. usually when they fought, it would get escalated and escalated until finally, one of them met their breaking point (and trust me, that wasn't an easy feat. zoe was the most stubborn people he had ever met, other than himself) and they just apologized and got shit over with. of course, there would be some lovin' going on after that, too. because that was what teenagers do these days. but it didn't look like that was going to be happening anytime soon. no, they had fought about something hardcore this time. it looked like the closest they were getting to touching each other right now was when zoe 'accidentally' grabbed his junk a few minutes ago, and when she had just touched his chest. but those were both accidents, right? right. and zoe could be clumsy. wait, what was that fight even about? jamie couldn't remember for the life of him. oh wait ... was it because he was bi? oh right. big fuckin' whoop. well, zoe obviously thought it was a big fuckin' whoop because she made a huge deal out of it and now look where they were. apparently, she got mad because he never told her. well sorry, but jamie thought that she already knew. he could've sworn that she used it against him in one of their pre-relationship fights. or maybe that was someone else ... jamie didn't know. or care.

jamie decided that he would straighten up. he eventually reached his full 6'3"ish height and looked down on ... well, pretty much everything. he had heard zoe's voice as if it was an echo, and he thought about what she had said before he said anything. "you know what ... you ... i don't know whaaa the fffuck is going on right now. i don't even know who the fuck i am, and all i know is that i have a ... uh ... cat." wait. did he have a cat? or was it a ferret named monique? no, no. it was definitely a cat. because kris wouldn't allow anymore animals into the house. besides, monique was a dumb name to name a ferret. he would probably name it draco or something. not monique. god. what a dumb name. jamie laughed at himself. then, he looked at zoe. his eyes weren't working right, obviously, so he scrunched his eyes and moved his head in a bit so he could see clearly. well, it didn't help, and it set him off balance. he almost fell to his right, but his foot that he had strategically placed there had kept him up. uhh. wait, what? ugggh.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, zamie
they’re all, shorter! <3
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ i love themm.”