saturday night's alright -- evan

[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;] that's why she sleeps with one eye open i slipped my hand under her skirt i said don't worry it's not gonna hurt oh my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt that's why you sleep with one eye open that's the price you pay i said hey girl with one eye get your filthy fingers out of my pie i said hey girl with one eye - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'll cut your little heart out 'cos you made me cry One drag on her cigarette. The crackle of burning filter paper, smouldering tobacco. The brief orange flare of circular light in the dimming evening air. Annie was perched on one of the squat concrete bollards set into the sidewalk outside the diner where she worked part-time. Her shift was over. Most of the shifts were over. There were just a couple of waitresses left inside, slight silhouettes flitting about in the yellow light pouring out of the diner windows, pouring coffee for the few stragglers who had nowhere else to be or nothing else to do at this time of night. A second drag on her cigarette. A swirl of acrid chemicals chasing itself down her throat. Two fine silvery yellow chains of smoke exhaled through her nostrils, dissipating in the still air. A blurry shadow walked past her bollard. Into the diner. She heard the tinkle of the bell above the door, and a gruff voice saying, “Cup o’ Joe, Dolly.” She lifted her wrist to check the time. The cracked, scratched face of her watch made this feat almost impossible. It was something past ten. He’d promised he’d be here at ten. He was late by something minutes. A third drag. The blissful ache in her jaw. The soft rush of poisonous air in her lungs. She uncrossed her legs so she could root around in her shorts pocket for her cell phone. She had one text from someone she didn’t know – some guy, who’d tracked down her number after seeing her take her clothes off on the internet. She had no new texts from her father. Or messages. He’d said he’d be here at ten. When she finished her shift. Because he hadn’t liked it that she’d got a lift from that guy she’d met on the boardwalk the other night. He’d been drunk when he said it, slurring the words: “I’ll come get you myself. You can’t get in a car with a stranger.” He was probably drunk now. Probably had no memory of saying it. She should just get up and go. Walk home herself. She would already be there now if she’d just left as soon as she finished work, but she hadn’t wanted to… just in case. Just in case he did show up. A fourth drag. Flakes of ash curling away into the air, drifting lazily. The sweet, sickly smell of nicotine staining her fingertips. She flicked the cigarette away, half-finished. It landed on the concrete a few feet away, bouncing, tumbling into the shadows. The print of her lips was captured perfectly on the filter in pink gloss. She rubbed her hand down one side of her face. Tired. Frustrated. Disappointed, though she had no right to be. It wasn’t as if she’d actually believed he’d be here to pick her up… She wasn’t that much of a silly naïve little girl. For a moment, her thumb hovered uncertainly over the number ‘1’ on her speed dial – the family home – but then she changed her mind, slipped her phone back into her pocket and stood up off the bollard. She turned, eying the welcoming light pooling onto the sidewalk from within the diner. It occurred to her that she was one of those people who had nowhere to go and nothing better to do. She went back inside, fumbling to detach her name badge as she went so no one would mistake her for working. She crossed the near-empty diner, shoes squeaking over the linoleum, and took a seat on one of the stools in front of the counter. “Coffee, please, Dolly.” She mumbled, rubbing her hand down the side of her face again. “Back so soon?” The other waitress said in reply. She was there almost immediately, setting a cup of greasy watery coffee down in front of Annie. “What can I say? I just can’t get enough of the place.” Before she’d even finished speaking, Dolly had dashed off to do something else. Annie slumped forward over the counter, resting her head on her hands and watching the steam rise in slow spirals over the rim of the mug. Behind her, the door opened and shut again: another loser with nothing better to do coming inside for coffee. Just a typical Saturday night. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY THE LUDES

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[EVAN WILLIAM CARTER JR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Miami, Florida... What was there to say about a place like this? Evan was so use to seeing people only in a store that would be miles down from his small town home in Minnesota or down by the small pubs where him and his friends would go to hang out and get drunk. Miami had a completely different atmosphere; something that Evan wasn't really liking all too much. He figured with all the packing his family were doing back home that he'd get out and have a look around his new home town. What kind of trouble could find him? He wasn't known at all around here and he was going to keep it that way. Grabbing his car keys and putting on his cap he walked out the door without saying a word to anyone. Evan's car is his getaway through life when things get tough like they have been for the past few years or so. It was a gift to himself when he earned himself a job as a construction work and few months later, Evan was able to purchase himself an all black on black Camero. The air conditioner turned up, the music on medium volume as he drove around. Finding himself getting no where going in circles. He stopped at a red light waiting to make a turn to follow the sign leading towards the strip. It wasn't late enough for him to get back home. Watching as the youth walked on passed the front of his car, the girls laughing, the guys watching them as they made fools of themselves. Evan shook his head and made the turn on the green light. Slowly pulling over to a parking space, Evan parked and sat in the car for a few minutes taking in the silence hoping that his and his families life would get better soon. It was hard trying to keep to himself for months at a time. He needed a beer or two or three... or more in his system to rid of the thoughts that were now slowly creeping up on him. Evan turned the car off and stepped out of the car. Setting the alarm, he pulled his cap down more. He wasn't trying to make eye contact with anyone here and this seemed to be working for the past hours of him just moving here. As he walked down the strip, there was a diner that seemed to be open. He wanted something to drink. As he made his way into the diner, he opened the door and suddenly it felt real. He wasn't back home at all anymore. Every one's eyes began to feel as if they were on him, like they knew he was knew. He cleared his throat but continued on in, placing his keys into his front pocket. Evan kept both his hands in his front pockets as he walked up to the counter. His head slightly down as he spoke, "Can I have a 7up?" He asked and nodded when the woman went on her way to get his drink. Evan turned around with his lower back now pressed against the counter as he stood looking around from underneath the rim of his cap. He spotted a female who seemed to be slightly frustrated but minded his own. He wasn't in here to start conversation with anyone unless someone had done so first.

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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;] that's why she sleeps with one eye open i slipped my hand under her skirt i said don't worry it's not gonna hurt oh my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt that's why you sleep with one eye open that's the price you pay i said hey girl with one eye get your filthy fingers out of my pie i said hey girl with one eye - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'll cut your little heart out 'cos you made me cry In her pocket, her phone started to vibrate. Annie withdrew it with a flourish, hoping against hope that it would be a message from her father: ‘I’m here. Right outside. Where the fuck are you, you dozy tart?’ It wasn’t. It was another message from that guy who’d gotten hold of her number somehow. She texted back furiously fast, her nerves frayed right down to the nub by exhaustion and disappointment. Wrong number. Fuck you, pervert. She slipped the phone back into her pocket and resolved not to answer it again. Answering these messages only encouraged them in the long run. She put her head back on her hands. Her eyes were so tired they’d begun to itch, so she let them close. Just for a second. Forced them open again when the darkness was a little too comfortable, and stared fixedly at the whorled plastic of the counter top. Beside her, the newest entrant to the ‘Diner of Broken Dreams’ had approached the counter. Ordered a 7-Up. She didn’t recognise the voice – not a regular. She didn’t really care. Except it was kind of sad for him. He didn’t have anything better to do on a Saturday night than hang out here? Sad, sad, sad. She propped herself up, resting her chin on the heel of one hand, and snuck a furtive glance in his direction. He was young, bless him. Young and good-looking enough. Why the hell was he here? People were strange. They baffled her. She leant forward and took a sip of her coffee. It was thin, bitter, scalding hot. The mug was lined with a thin film of grease where it hadn’t been properly wash. The whole thing tasted like despair. “You know, a 7-Up may have been a very wise choice.” She murmured, in part to the young man just along the counter from her, in part to herself. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY THE LUDES

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[EVAN WILLIAM CARTER JR]

Jun 1, 2012 20:07:40 GMT -5 EVAN WILLIAM CARTER JR said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] As Evan stood there waiting for his beverage, he couldn't help but catch glimpse of the female looking at him. His eyes slightly squinted trying to get a clearer view of her face since he was trying to look at her from under his hat. His focus broke quickly as his phone began to ring. Evan raced into his pocket for his phone answering it. It was his sister, he seemed that he couldn't get just a day were Meredith didn't call him. He sighed and answered. "What Lyv?" He answered with a slightly annoyed tone. "Mom and dad are bugging me. Where are you? I can't leave the house because I don't have the keys and I'll get locked out. Come pick me up and drop me off by the bar." Evan's face was burning up with frustration and all types of anger as he listened to his sister. "Lyv, it's late. I'm hanging out. I'll be home later, don't do anything stupid alright?" He replied back and hung up the phone without letting her answer him back. Evan locked his phone and placed it right back into his pocket. The lady had come back with his soda. He paid for it and just as he grabbed, he heard the female he had been looking at before say something, not really knowing if it were towards him. Evan turned around and looked to her directly. "Sorry, did you say something? I didn't catch that." He spoke back, a hint of frustration still lingering in his voice from the conversation he had a moment ago with his sister.

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