she only [pretends] to like you

[Addison Boleyn-Walker]

& you're all she dreams of

every night in her sleep

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Addison glided into the small shop, the warm aroma of coffee beans welcomed her. Her Jimmy Choo sandals flopped against the tile floor as she made her way to the counter to order. Her finger wandered to her mouth and pressed against her lips as she scanned the menu. Addison sighed and ordered a plain old mocha latte and shuffled through her Louis. She paid and stood back to wait for her drink. She cafefully tucked a deep mahogany curl behind her ear and folded her arms. She turned to look at a few girls who had just arrived, all of them wearing some sort of Burberry. Ponchos, bags, caps they had it all. Addison wrinkled her nose. Ew.

She retrieved her latte and wandered to a table by the window. Addison loved people watching. She brought the steaming cup to her lips. She winced. She didn't care if everyone thought Seattle had the "best coffee". It was no Starbucks. Too bad Starbucks was much farther away from her new loft. She smiled at the thought of going back to her new home, Hulk waiting patiently by the door for her, his tail thumping on the shiny wooden floor. She took another sip of her latte and slipped her Miu Miu sunglasses up into her hair to serve as a headband. Addison peered back out the window. It was so dark. The sun couldn't escape those Seattle clouds today. Addison smirked. The sun was her competition. He'd been beaten today.

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[Braeden ]]]

Braeden Gavyn Jovani-Easton



Bring Them Home In Body Bags

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The recently repaired engine of my 1990 camaro purred flawlessly as it glided down the street. I was doubtlessly going 40 over the 55 speed limit down the off path freeway, enjoying the thrill of knowing the car I had spent so long rebuilding was finally complete. For the first time in a while a willing grin sat upon my facials, spread buoyantly across my handsome semblance. Ivory dentiles were shown through it, the obvious elatedness was patent. However the smile was all too soon dismissed, fading tediously from my labrums as I reluctantly began to slow, taking the small road forking off to the right. The speed limit changed from 55 to 35, I contented myself at 50. A sigh rattled my boisterous gullet as I mumbled unintelligent words beneath my breath; I hated driving at a laggardly pace. I remained on the road that headed back into town, until now I hadn’t realized how far I had driven on my enthusiastic little joy ride. Rolling my shoulders in a torpid shrug my chasms overlooked the encompassment outside through my tainted window. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small coffee shop, my sudden parchment scratching at my arid throat.

I changed to the left lane, turning into the small parking lot and finding a decent spot to slide my tiny car within. I flicked the gear into park and shut off the automobile, grabbing the hanging keys as I stepped out, gently shutting the door behind me. I stuffed the keys in my pocket, lower ligaments meandering toward the door. Black T-shirt clung tightly to my muscled torso, darker baggy jeans covering the lower part of my body, feet being covered by ebon DC’s. Paw outstretched as I pushed the door open, swiftly entering the tepid room, a decent change from the frigid exterior. I locomoted to the front, the lady standing behind the counter greeting me with a beam, I simply nodded. “A 16 oz. White chocolate mocha.” Attractive baritones hissed in a nearly unfriendly manner. I dug in my back pocket, retrieving the wallet and handing the lass a ten. After regaining my change I moved to the side, waiting at the other counter for my change.

After a few minutes the drink was handed to me and I grabbed it almost too eagerly, briskly moving over by the tables. As I was passing through, moving to the table over in the corner a larger lady got out of her booth, knocking into my side. Not expecting the sudden contact by the other I abruptly slid to the side, nearly knocking myself into the booth at my right. I low hiss escaped my chords as I slid into the open space unknowingly across from this unknown lady; sitting in an agitated manner. I paid no notice though, chasms locking on the bigger maiden, bending into a glare as they stared upon her in a malicious manner. It wasn’t until she left that I looked across from myself, finally then noticing the female. Brow rose suspiciously over my facials as I eyed her, not realizing my eyes were still bent into a glare. I raised the hand that held the, amazingly un-spilled, drink; sitting it on the table. “Uhh, sorry.” Baritones murmured, preparing myself to get up and leave.

Word Count ;; 560 Words
Status ;; UnFinished // Finished
Comments ;; Haha, there you go deary. ^^

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[Addison Boleyn-Walker]

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every night in her sleep

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Addison sat quietly, sipping her coffee when unexpectedly, a man slid into the chair across from her, brows raising in confusion. He hadn't seemed to notice she was sitting there already and she was about to protest when he turned to look at her. Addison guessed he was around twenty years judging by his facial hair and defined features. He had a rather rigid expression as he apologized.

Normally, Addison would have came up with some clever insult to throw at him, but she was feeling generous today. "It's fine." Addison examined him carefully. "You can stay if you like. I could use some company anyway." Addison smirked, suprised at herself for being so kind.

Addison adjusted her position. Her bare thighs, left uncovered by her Calvin Klein mini, had glued themselves onto the plastic booth. She neatly smoothed her skirt and glanced back up the the man, realizing she didn't know his name. If she was going to share a booth with him, she needed to at least know his name. "Im Addison by the way." She eyed him, awaiting his answer.

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[Braeden ]]]

Braeden Gavyn Jovani-Easton



Bring Them Home In Body Bags

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As I was about to stand up and leave as the unfamiliar spoke. I listened intently, settling back into the seat stiffly. Arms crossed over my chest tautly, my admirable semblance nearly expressionless, vacant. I couldn’t lie, she was being rather pleasant about the entire situation. I attempted to allow myself to become more placid. Upper extensions un-intersected the left lying on my lap while I slowly reached out with the right. Grabbing the plastic cup of coffee before me I took it gently within my paw and brought it close to me, lifting the straw to my mouth and taking a drink before replacing it upon the counter. I resisted the urge to re-cross my arms. Unable to set them next to each other without thinking about doing so I lifted my right arm again, placing it on the counter in an endeavored tranquil manner. Of course all the fidgeting would give away my crudeness. Scrutiny continually averted from the stranger before me to the coffee cup, table, and wall, anywhere else my gaze would be allowed to be taken.

I settled it upon her momentarily as I spoke. “I’ll attempt to keep you company then, though I must admit I’m not much camaraderie.” The words were heavily accented through Spanish emphasis, though facilely understood. I saw her adjust her posture, her bare legs showing, barely covered by the miniskirt. I sidetracked my gaze, shaking my head lightly. I didn’t understand why all females felt the need to show off so much lately, where was the mystery? I guess my view on things as this was different from other males though, most other brutes thought the more skin showing, the better. I was the exact opposite. Not that I was conservative at all, but… let’s just put it this way. Who’s going to want to buy the cow if they get the milk for free? She spoke again, her name. I nodded curtly, looking back up and meeting her gaze, my hazel eyes burning curiously. “Braeden. Un placer Addison.” Lyricals chimed, the apathetic tune losing it’s edge though my words were still guarded, uncertain. Hispanic vocalization entering through the middle of the set words.


Word Count ;; 374 Words
Status ;; UnFinished // Finished
Comments ;; --

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[Addison Boleyn-Walker]

& you're all she dreams of

every night in her sleep

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Addison examined the stranger before her. He was quite attractive, she had to admit. His muscles were visible through his fit shirt. She wondered if he was one of those guys that practically lived at the gym. His words snapped her out of the trance. "I'm sure we find something to talk about." Addison commented, though she was sure they had nothing in common. But, who hadn't heard that opposites attract?

Addison monitored him carefully. He seemed slightly uncomfortable. She guessed he didn't talk much. Addison didn't mind this concidering talkative people either bored her to death or caused her to desire their vocal chords removed. She peered again at the man. He was staring back now, his deep eyes fixed upon her face. His eyes fell to her lower body. He eyed her bare skin for a moment then turned, obviously not interested. Hmmm. Addison let a small smile escape her glossy lips. He wasn't what she had expected now was he?

The next time he spoke, he appeared much friendlier. His name was Braeden. Unique. It wasn't until this moment that Addison realized he had a spanish accent hidden in his words. Exotic. Addison chuckled to herself. She was getting way ahead of herself. "Mmm." Addison nodded as she finished off her latte, "Nice to meet you Braeden" She slid her cup to the side of the table and folded her hands neatly in her lap.

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[Braeden ]]]

Braeden Gavyn Jovani-Easton



Bring Them Home In Body Bags

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I caught her glancing over my torso and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Had I not just peered at her a second ago? Besides this shirt was rather tight, the blatant muscles were easily defined, onerous not to look at. Her words broke my thoughts, and I flicked my gawking away from hers and toward my latte, reaching forward and gripping the plastic cup. I brought it to my lappets, nodding as I took a few drinks while hearkening to what was being uttered. I could already tell this would be an interesting encounter. See, I obviously wasn’t much of a talker, if she didn’t try to initiate conversation or keep it going I would fall silent. The thought of how exactly unfair that was to the other person struck me, though I was a close-minded person. In my opinion if they wanted to talk to me they could put forth the effort, I didn‘t need to. “We’ll see.” Almost mocking lyrics murmured, though the relatively playfulness was eminent within them. As I looked back up I saw a miniscule small perched upon her plump labrums, however mine remained placed where they were.

Semblance was moderately apathetic, aside from the partially interested curiosity glinting my hazel chasms that continually peered upon her. I took this brief moment of silence to study her. She was rather attractive I had to admit; though looks meant near to nothing to me. If the girl wasn’t intelligent, independent, determined, sassy (without being bitchy), fun, and so much more the pulchritude resemblance meant nothing. Again, this is where I differed from other guys. I shrugged my shoulders lightly to my own contemplation, listening to the next set of words to fall from Addison’s lips. Apparently she didn’t understand Spanish, as I had just greeted her the exact same way not but a few moments ago. I couldn’t help but allow a slightly amused chuckle to rattle my chords aristocratically for a minute; an unknown smile pulling the creases of my petals through it. The first time I had smiled before her, though before long I settled, the grin obscuring. I ingenuously nodded. “Yes.” Simply stated lyrics mused, a still slightly engrossed expression crossing my facials.

Status ;; UnFinished // Finished
Comments ;; Sorry I didn't reply yesterday, I was sick. =/

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[Addison Boleyn-Walker]

& you're all she dreams of

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<sup>Addison eyed Braeden suspiciously. Somehow, he was different. It was like he was from a different planet than all the idiot men she'd met. Mysterious. Interesting. She furrowed her eyebrows and met his gaze. Her eyes searched his face, as if she was expecting to find something there. Nothing. She wasn't used to this. Addison had knack for reading people, except for this one.

He was looking at her. Examining her almost, but not in a sick way. No definitely not sick. It was...thoughtful. How terribly Addison wanted to know what he was thinking. Suddenly, she self-conciousness washed over her. Addison tugged at her skirt, attempting to magically pull it over her thighs. Why did it have to be so short? She frantically searched her mind for something to say. Anything.

"What are you thinking?" Addison's mouth blurted out the words before she could even realize what she was saying. Perfect Addie. Just perfect. Now he'll think you're nuts.</sup>

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