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` ABBI.	Posted: Mar 15 2008, 02:59 PM quote
be sure to pepper in the phrase suck it. Group: ` ADMIN. Posts: 62 Member No.: 6 Joined: 2-March 08	here with you. “…that destructive siren is ever to be avoided…” HAILEY ALICE ABBOTT FEMME TWO – ORDER, ORDER SUPPORTER, NEUTRAL HOMME ONE – ORDER, ORDER SUPPORTER, NEUTRAL HOMME TWO – ORDER, ORDER SUPPORTER, NEUTRAL HOMME THREE – ORDER, ORDER SUPPORTER, NEUTRAL just as sure as the sky is blue and the ocean too, I will never lie to you, and I've never, ever done anything, that would render me untrue, “What else are we supposed to do then?” “I don’t know. I don’t feel like getting baked though. I’m not a fourth year anymore.” “You could grow up like the rest of us-” “No, I don’t want coke either. Listen, I’m just not in the mood…” “What’s wrong with you HOMME ONE?” “I just feel…numb.” “…Word.” HOMME ONE has never been fully there. From whiffing potions to stealing fire whiskey, he merely tagged along with the group of people he had known since childhood. They weren’t nearly as out there as the Weasley twins, but they were there, in the background. In all actuality, their dysfunctional group wouldn’t have been able to exist without the twins. Everyone was too busy watching the twins to pay attention to the rest of them. Not as though they were complaining. There was HOMME TWO, the one who provided everything. Constantly coasting through school, he just never applied himself. That was all. HOMME THREE was the rich boy who felt the need to act out, but had to do so quietly in fear of losing his inheritance. Then there was FEMME TWO, resident tomboy slut. She wasn’t vindictive like so many other girls her age; she just slept with her friends in a comforting manner. It made them happy, and she liked making them happy. Sure it was mainly just HOMME TWO and HOMME THREE, but it wasn’t as though they were fighting over her or anything. She wasn’t even that attached to either of them. HOMME ONE was more her type. “I think I love her.” “Don’t be stupid HOMME TWO. She doesn’t love either of you.” “She stays with me more HOMME ONE, she’s gotta like me more. Do you think I have a chance?” “Honestly, no.” “I think I have a chance man.” “I think you’re stoned.” It was hard to deny. HOMME TWO was completely head over heels for FEMME TWO. There was no doubt about it. He proclaimed it every night he was under the influence. Even she knew about it all. But no one was doing anything about it. They all thought it was just a phase. Right up until the moment he spent two days sober and proposed. They all thought she was drunk simply because she said yes. There were problems from the start; mainly the two facts that HOMME THREE still had remote feelings for her, while she was mooning over HOMME ONE. FEMME TWO had accepted the fact that HOMME ONE didn’t love her with a fair amount of tears, and only she knew exactly why she had said yes to his best friend. She really hadn’t had a choice in the matter; it was the quickest way to show HOMME ONE what he was going to lose. HOMME TWO was nothing more than a rebound, but he hadn’t an inkling of an idea. He really thought she loved him. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” “What?” The girl removed her overtly large headphones, the New Radicals playing clearly over the hum of the washers and dryers in the Laundromat, a look of utter confusion splashed across her face. “You’re blocking the dryers.” “Oh, jeez, I’m really sorry. The music…it’s hard to hear…” “You’re rambling.” “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” Hailey hopped down off the dryers she had been lying on, moving towards the door to leave, the bell ringing as she pushed it open. “Wait…do I know you?” Pausing in the motion of putting her headphones back on, Hailey paused in the doorway, shrugging like a child. “Dunno. Prolly. Either that or you’re hallucinating. Anyways, I’ve really got to go, but I’m sure I’ll see you somewhere else.” “Wait…” “I’ve really got…” “What’s your name?” “Hailey. Hailey Abbott. And…” “…you’ve really got to go.” “Yeah. Nice meeting you.” “You didn’t. I’m HOMME ONE,” “Well then nice to meet you HOMME ONE, but I’ve…” “…got to go. I know. Until next time Hailey.” “Yeah, adios HOMME ONE.” Hailey had never been one to be conventional, but it hadn’t been her plan to meet someone at the Laundromat. She hadn’t even been doing laundry. She had been lying on the dryers because that was her happy place when Brookstone kicked her out for sitting in the massage chairs for too long just tuning out the world with her headphones. She hadn’t fit in before Hogwarts, and she hadn’t exactly fit in at Hogwarts either. Hailey was there just as much as HOMME ONE wasn’t. She was in it and with a little work maybe she could help HOMME ONE find his way back. what do I have to say? what do I have to do? I need to hear you say, "I just wanna be with you", what do I have to change? what do I have to prove?
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