stripped down to the bone -- noah

[NOAH JUDE BENNETT]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] Noah smiled at her. “You’ve been called worse?” She challenged him, raising an eyebrow. Noah shrugged his shoulders, he hadn’t expected her to challenge that; he knew there was nothing worse than to be called a killing necrophilia. She was right. Murderer was a low as it got. “All right fine, I haven’t been called worse,” he answered. A few moments passed and Noah made no attempt to leave. He was hoping she would take him up on his offer, but if she didn’t, he would find his friends. He could use a drink after this awkward run in. He ran a hand through his hair, about to speak, but she spoke first. “Well, I didn’t say that. I mean. If you’re- If you really have nothing better to do than give a stranger a ride-" Noah nodded, about to turn and point in the direction of where is vehicle was parked. “I mean, if you are going to rape and kill me, I’m kind of too exhausted to care right this minute.” He laughed. As soon as she finished speaking, he couldn’t help but bellow out a laugh. He hoped she wasn’t serious, but judging by her tone, she wasn’t. He was actually kind of glad that she was being just as awkward as he was. It made him feel less bad about the whole situation. “I mean, if you are going to rape and kill me, I’m kind of too exhausted to care right this minute.” He laughed again. “You kill me,” he stated, making eye contact with her. “I’m Annie. You… probably already knew that, though, I guess.” Noah blushed. She was clearly referring to the whole stripper accusation. He hadn’t actually known her name, before now. “Well, nice too meet you, Annie.” He replied, he refrained from the classic handshake and instead stood next to her, facing the parking lot where his car was parked. “My car is parked down at the beach,” he stated, pointing through the crowd. “Just stay close, I’ll protect you,” he teased, as they started to push through the crowds of people. He wasn’t sure what sort of conversation to strike up to avoid walking in silence. He glanced down at the liquor store bag she had been carrying. “So, special occasion?” he asked, eyeing the bag. notes, i'm sorry this is so awful. [/style]

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[ANNIE COLLEEN MILLER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] let me see you stripped down to the bone come with me into the trees we'll lay on the grass and let the hours pass take my hand come back to the land let's get away just for one day let me see you stripped down to the bone let me see you stripped down to the bone metropolis has nothing on this you're breathing in fumes i taste when we kiss take my hand come back to the land where everything's ours for a few hours let me hear you make decisions without your television - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - let me hear you speaking just for me He laughed. A moment ago, she’d liked his laugh. Now – perhaps because it seemed so loud – it startled her. She jerked back a little, then tried to pretend she hadn’t. Gave a brief smile, but no more. It was always strange to be laughed at, even if she had made a joke. Well, kind of a joke. It was kind of serious as well. She still wasn’t sure about this guy. “You kill me.” He said. He attempted eye contact. Instinctively she glanced the other way, then wished she hadn’t. It was just difficult to look someone in the eye when you know they’ve seen you naked. “Nice to meet you, Annie.” He said, and she shrugged, fighting off the urge to counter with ‘we’ll see’. Chances were this could get even more awkward and it wouldn’t be a very nice encounter at all. Chances were he could be a complete asshole, so she didn’t want to return the favour in kind. Small talk was mostly beyond her, anyway. No point in empty meaningless phrases like ‘nice to meet you’. No value. So she shrugged, smiled a little, said nothing in return. “My car is parked down at the beach. Just stay close, I’ll protect you.” She let out a startled laugh. Already he was teasing her? How familiar. “I can take care of myself. Maybe I’ll protect you.” She said to his retreating back, following him through the press of the crowd. It occurred to her one last time that it still wasn’t too late to turn around and run away. Just in case he was some kind of psychopath and this was all an elaborate lure. Just in case the conversation turned cringe-worthily awkward. Better to escape now… She found she’d accidentally caught up to him, was walking beside him rather than in his wake. He was talking to her again. The moment to flee had apparently passed. “So, special occasion?” “What? Oh, no. My dad’s an alcoholic.” She answered bluntly. Sometimes it might have been nice to have all the social instincts that other people did – like the encoded knowledge that you don’t just tell people all your shit right away – but somehow these instincts had skipped her. Annie wasn’t one to sugar coat, or hold back. Why not just lay it all out there? He’d asked. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY DEPECHE MODE

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[NOAH JUDE BENNETT]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] Her laugh made him smile. He hadn’t really intended on making her laugh, but he’d take it. “I can take care of myself. Maybe I’ll protect you.” She had responded. Noah glanced back at her over his shoulder and gave a quick nod. “Maybe you will, I do get nervous is large crowds.” He smirked and silently laughed at his own retort. Who was he kidding? Noah rather enjoyed large crowds; it sort of kept him sane. Hidden. They made him feel safer almost. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had offered her a ride, let alone why she accepted. They were merely nothing more than strangers; strangers who had rudely bumped into one another and exchanged small, awkward conversation. It was his own stupid doing, but he wasn’t going to pass of an attractive girl. Not that he had any intention of trying to get any more than driving her home. He wasn’t drunk and when he wasn’t drunk he was awkward and boyish. There would be no bringing her home and getting into her pants. She looked like she could clog him one even if he tried. “What? Oh, no. My dad’s an alcoholic.” She had answered so bluntly. Noah was flabbergasted. One, because they had that in common and what we’re the odds. Two, the way it sounded so nonchalant coming out of her mouth shocked him. He almost stopped walking, but continued his pace beside her. The crowds were growing smaller and smaller as the two continued toward his car. If you concentrated your stare, you could make out the beat-up Jetta in the beach parking lot. It wasn’t hard to miss thanks to the surf board attached to the roof and the fact that it was the only vehicle in the parking lot this late. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say next. Bring up the fact that his dad was an alcoholic? Have an awkward tell-all about his dad being in jail, or his mom kicking him out, or the fact that most of Miami assumed him following in his dad’s footsteps? He answered with a nod, a short, quick nod of his head. “I guess we found common ground,” he stated, turning to look at her. He didn’t know what he was getting at, but continued to speak anyways. “My mom kicked my old man out when I was a kid. He was drunk all the time. I think he’s in jail now, possession of meth or something.” He put his hands in his pocket and retrieved his car key as they approached the parking lot. “That’s me,” he said, pointing at the Jetta. notes, bah, my noah muse is so dead lately. [/style]

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[ANNIE COLLEEN MILLER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] let me see you stripped down to the bone come with me into the trees we'll lay on the grass and let the hours pass take my hand come back to the land let's get away just for one day let me see you stripped down to the bone let me see you stripped down to the bone metropolis has nothing on this you're breathing in fumes i taste when we kiss take my hand come back to the land where everything's ours for a few hours let me hear you make decisions without your television - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - let me hear you speaking just for me “Maybe you will. I do get nervous in large crowds.” He said. The smirk lead her to believe that he wasn’t being entirely sincere. “You’re hiding it well. I’m very impressed.” She replied lightly. Annie actually did get nervous in large crowds – most of the time. Not so much now. She’d usually be freaking out a little, but with him pushing his way through the swaths of people beside her, not so much. She was focusing more of her energies on being hyper aware of the situation, of his stranger offering her a ride home, than on her surroundings. She barely noticed the press of the crowd. “I guess we found common ground. My mom kicked my old man out when I was a kid. He was drunk all the time. I think he’s in jail now, possession of meth or something.” He said, and Annie nodded. She didn’t know what to say. She supposed it might be appropriate to say something like ‘I’m sorry, that sucks’, but what was the point? He already knew it sucked. And she wasn’t sorry. She firmly believed things like that were character building. “You think? You don’t know?” She inquired instead, curious. She couldn’t imagine not knowing where her own father was. Her bond with her dad, drunk though he usually was, was one of the most important things in the world to her. He wasn’t a great dad, but he was hers. She couldn’t not even knowing where he was. “That’s me.” They were nearing the parking lot. He was pointing to a car – she didn’t know what kind of car it was, but it looked pretty beat up. There was a surf board attached to the roof. “Oh.” She said with a sudden rush of understanding, nodding towards the board. Obviously he'd been surfing. She'd kind of been wondering why he was so damp when he'd run into her... “That’ll be why you’re wet.” She blushed dull red immediately afterwards. Duh. Would she like to point out the obvious any more? Way to live up to the dumb blonde stereotype, Annie. note -- blah, no annie muse either. sorry for the bad post. >.< ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY DEPECHE MODE

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