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Post by cooper brooks , on Aug 22, 2008 22:20:10 GMT -5
c o o p e r e l v i s b r o o k s,
`` are you hoping for a miracle? it's not enough, its not enough . [/size]   ([/b] stop being so american there's a time and there's a place )[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
Cooper surprisingly had slept in on the fine Saturday morning in the fine city of New York City. It was very unlikely for the hyperactive "child", he always seemed to be getting up at like nine in the morning. But today his body was actually allowing him to sleep in, maybe it was because school had him tired out, or maybe it was because he hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Whichever one it was, he knew that when he woke up he would be happy that he had at least gotten to sleep past ten thirty. But of course, he would have to wake soon. It was obvious. Things could never stay that perfect for that long, Cooper was very well aware of this. Whenever he actually got to sleep in either his phone was going off the hook, he had accidently set his alarm, or the noise of the busy new york streets below his apartment woke him up. What happened today? Well, of course at 10:47 AM his phone started with a buzz, then exploded into full blast the rockafeller skank by fatboy slim. Of course Coops had been out late the night before at a party - where he stayed completely sober, and since he was in such a crowded room he had to keep his iphones volume on full blast. It was only that high because he needed to hear it incase it ringed or he got something new in a room filled with people. And of course, he had forgotten to turn it off of full blast when he fell asleep in his apartment with his phone right by his side. So of course he was awoken in startle when he heard it ringing. Rubbing his eyes he was thinking about letting it ring and his answering machine just picking it up for him, but he decided to just answer it for the heck of it. He was to out of it to check who it was so he just pressed the 'talk' button and said a very tired "...hello?
[/color]". He was very responded to with a very upbeat and cheery voice coming from the other end. " COOPER! Hey! Oh my you sound so tired. Where you up partying last night or something? Was it a bad time? I mean, if it is don't be afraid to tell me, I was just wondering if you had those pictures for me yet ". H[/b][/size]e sighed, he knew who it was. It was Miss Maria Moore, also known as his adoptive mother ever since he was about six years old or so. He could have just lost all contact with her by now, but the whole Moore family was just such a nice family and had volunteered to raise him, and he had known them for such a long time and where always there for him. So when he turned eighteen last year he didn't just go run away far away, what inconsiderate soul would do that to there legal "parents". He stayed in New York and moved to a apartment in the big city that was not to far away from his hometown. But even if he did do that he was always getting buzzed with calls from everyone there, he really didn't understand why he was so missed when he was only fifteen minutes away and made plans two times a week to visit. But this week his "mom" who wanted photos of central park kept calling him for it. She was doing some things like a brochure or something? Whatever, all he knew was she was getting mad cash for it and so would he. He was fine with it, photography was his thing. He just usually didn't do it for money, he was much more focused on journalism and being flooded with assignments he hadn't really gotten to it yet. Taking a deep breath in he said " No ma, I was just out late last night and was up late the night before, I was trying to catch up on some sleep. But, its alright. Actually, I was going to go down today. I think I'll go get ready now and all of that stuff done today. I'll have them ready for you by the next time I talk to you okay? Bye moomm[/color]" Okay, so, the part about him going to go down today was a little white lie. And him calling Maria Moore his "mom" might sound weird to you, but it was completely normal between them. The truth out of that though was he was going to hang up and get ready and go down to Central Park. Before he pressed the red 'end call' button his mom managed to squeeze in a " Okay Coops thanks a bunch I'll talk to you later byee !" leaving him with a little smile on his face. A[/color][/size]fter that he hung up the phone and placed it on his bed, turning the ringer down a few notches so it was at medium volume. He took a quick shower coming out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He dropped the towel once he got into his room and put on boxers and his straight jeans. He walked over to the mirror, taking a breath in, watching how skinny he was. In a way, it felt good. In another way, it felt disgusting. But here in New York City people either had eating disorders, where naturally skinny, went on extreme diets, or where obese. Even if you thought of yourself as normal you where labeled one of those. It was a terrible way to think, but, here in New York other people did your thinking for you, they told you what you are, and they mold you how they want you to be - or at least they try with harsh and cold words. Cooper honestly was a bit tired of being accused of having an eating disorder when he explained to people how he lost all that weight in middle school or when people from his past magically run into him and say "Oh my god did you loose weight!? Was it natural or....". On the outside he would shake his head and laugh, but on the inside he would actually consider eating until he felt like his stomach felt like it was going to explode in a desperate attempt to be labeled "obese" by the oh so observing new york weight watchers out there. Today he wasn't going to wear a v-neck that tightly hugged the mid top of his ribcage like he usually did, and decided to go with a much looser t-shirt from heartbreak clothing that he had ordered a few months ago; which would be his disco duck tee. After that he picked up some dirty socks off of the ground, placed on some old converse, looked in the mirror and decided that he needed something more to the outfit. W[/size]ith that in mind he made his way over to his drawers and whatnot. He pulled one open, having a specific one for sunglasses, just something he couldn't live without even in the middle of winter. He grabbed a pair of blue eighties style kind that he got from somewhere he couldn't even remember, probably another online store. New York was such a big fashion city, you would think he would go out shopping more. But of course, like many kids these days, he had an "addiction" to the internet and was pretty much constantly on it when he wasn't out with friends and whatnot. It was just so much easier to buy online. The internet was also where he bought his black jacket that he slid onto his body, zipping it up only about halfway. He knew it was the beginning of winter in New York and he should dress warmer but he didn't. You see, Cooper was never good at dressing for the weather, he just didn't have any common sense when it came to that. To keep his head "warm" he slipped on a felt fedora onto his head, knowing that he just had to buy this one online, there was no Anchor Blue stores in New York. He had seen one when he was out in California for vacation once, just not knowing anything about it he didn't enter it. He walked over to the mirror with a nod of self approving to the outfit he had chosen. He slipped the sunglasses on, put his iphone in his pocket, grabbed his camera and headed towards the door. W[/color][/size]hen Coops opened up the door he was greeted by a gush of cold air. It kind of made him want to go inside and grab his Kanye West inspired scarf. But to him, that would be overdressing. He locked the door behind him and started to walk. Slinging the camera around his neck he noticed that there was no snow on the ground today, meaning that today probably wouldn't be the prettiest day to shoot winter 2008 photos. He tried to remember names of parts of the huge ass park, and decide on going to that lake - Harlem Meer was the name that came to mind. It wasn't too far from where he lived and it would be pretty to shoot the trees and the water and fool around with the photos shadows and contrasts and whatnot. He really found photography to fun to be a living, and he would probably be too fussy with that kind of work. Anytime anyone pressured him to do this for money instead of him just bringing his camera along and snapping shots it was weird for him and he would always have to tell himself that he wanted to be a journalist for some big shot magazine or television show and he needed to finish up college which he had just started, he wasn't going to go and dream that he could be a big photographer, because in all reality he couldn't. R[/color][/size]aising the camera to his eye he automatically found a shot of a flower that was wilting due to the colder weather. You would have thought it should have died during autumn, but, it was just a small little miracle here in Central Park, to be more specific Harlem Meer. He continued to walk upon the small little path besides the lake, looking at people. Of course he would need permission to shoot other people, and he was kind of tired at the moment so he would save that for later. It wasn't that he was feeling anti social or anything. In fact, now that Coops thought about it he would really enjoy somebody being here to give him opinions on what would look good in a brochure and what wouldn't. I mean after all, he hardly even saw those things never mind looked at them or had to take pictures for what he thought would be a big time kind of thing. And when it boiled down to it, he needed someone to keep him sane and stop being a perfecionalist about the photos, and give him downright honest opinion. He shook his head; he knew that he would end up being alone today. He had to be, I mean what other person would be up this "early". It wasn't all that early, but for people his age on a Saturday, it was mega early. So he really wasn't expecting to see any young faces today unless he was planning on staying here all day. [/size][/blockquote][/font][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by kylie parker on Aug 26, 2008 17:42:06 GMT -5
  here i stand, all alone,tonight
and i wish i was strong enough to breathe
without you, in my life,
i wish i was anyone but me.The first thing that came to Kylie's mind as she woke up was 'Fuck.' She had remembered that today her mother had to work and so Kylie was left home alone with five kids. Unless she called Cameron to come over and help her out, which she doubted he would do since he was probably too busy with his girlfriend...no surprise there. Kylie was the oldest besides Cameron in their family of seven six kids. There used to be a seventh, but that went all downhill as soon as Kylie made one sarcastic remark about going and dying in a hole. Just the thought of it made her shudder and made her want to go and kill herself. But she stayed strong with the help from her..few close friends. And the alcohol. Something that a lot of friends do. Drink at parties with all their other friends. Sneak into clubs and hook up with perverted older men. But that's not how Kylie is. She likes to drink, more then she should actually, but she stays away from parties. Only because she almost had sex with a guy once, but she pulled off at the last minute and just left him hanging there. That got Kylie thinking about if she wanted to stay a virgin or not. But guess what, she's twenty years old and a virgin. She wants to stay that way too. Well at least until she is married anyways. She's not very religious at all, but she doesn't want to mess up her life like she knows she will if she does have sex before marriage, well she's been told anyways by the way some of her friends had gotten pregnant before.
Just as Kylie had stood up to go into her bathroom, Josie and Dixie her puppies were both running into her room and instantly both jumping on her. Oh yes I love you too. She laughed a little before she went into her bathroom. But sure enough, the two followed her. It wasn't that big of a surprise, only because they always sleep during the day and want to play at night but are forced to sleep in their kennels. Then they want to play as soon as you get up. Probably one of the few things that are annoying about having two puppies. Not to mention soon enough the both would be able to jump up onto her bed and bug the crap out of her while she's sleeping. Josie, her siberian husky could already jump up on her bed. She was one year old and Josie was only five months old and already growing up to be huge. But either way, they were her puppies and she loved them. Kylie had originally found Josie on the side of the road on her way home one night. She had been wasted that night and with a few friends. Her friends wanted to go and kill the dog at first to see how mad it would get, well then kill it you can say. But being the animal lover that she is, Kylie wouldn't let them go near the poor puppy. The siberian husky was just born not even a few weeks before that. She wasn't even a pound yet and Kylie wouldn't let anything happen to her. That was why that puppy was always so special to her. Dixie her black lab always with her. Volunteering at the animal shelter three times a week, she was bound to come home with some other animals. That included one bunny and two kittens. Then a family came in with Dixie and said they couldn't keep her because she was deaf and wouldn't be any good with the kids and potty training and things like that. So basically, her puppies were her world, besides her siblings of course.
After taking a pretty long shower and getting dressed, Kylie made her way down the stairs. It was still really early, maybe eight or nine at the least and everyone was sleeping, except Jordan, her nine year old brother who had cerebral palsy. Kylie had always felt bad for him and she really looked out for him the most. Only because he was usually getting picked on by the other kids at school. Her other siblings just really avoided him because they were still too young to understand about the disease he has. Kylie walked past him and the patted his head a little before leaning down and kissing his cheek right as she heard a familiar voice saying hey. Normally when she had seen Cameron, the eldest of the parker kids, she'd be mad and then just leave right away. But right now she was just happy he was here, he would help her take care of these kids. They were still sleeping and Cameron was the favorite only because he'd do anything that their little siblings asked. Including dressing up in a little tutu dress and dancing around the house with them. She has pictures to prove it too. Either way, she'd probably just take Jordan out with her and go to the zoo or park or something. After explaining things to Cameron though about the kids sleeping and taking Jordan out, he said it was perfectly fine and he had things under control. So she could take Jordan out of the house for a while. He could walk, but with a cane type thing. He can talk, but it sounds pretty funny, as well as his walk. But other then that, he can be just like a normal human. He was only nine years old and he really didn't like being different. So he was home schooled starting last year. Something that he had always dreamed about really.
"Hey Jord, wanna go to the park with me?" The boy looked up from his computer long enough to just nod frantically. He was still in his pajamas and so he got his cane and got right up without saying anything. Then he just walked into his room that was on the main floor. Kylie could hear him in his bed room with Cameron asking if he'd help him shower. Cameron would do anything for his siblings too, especially Jordan because of his disability. The twenty year old knew it was going to be a while until the two were able to go and so she sprinted up to her room and then went to her closet. Right at this moment, she had her twin brothers skull shirt on. Of course he was dead now thanks to her in a way, but she still decided to wear his clothes since he was just as small as she was. It was also a nice feeling, wearing hisc clothes. In a way, it made her feel secure and safe. But it was going to be a little cold out today and so she just slipped into a black Hurley sweat shirt on over the t-shirt. She had on a black choker as an accessory as well as her black skinny jeans, a tiara and her black Aiden messenger bag. The tiara was just to make her look silly and act like a kid, she was sure to get some laughs today when she goes out to the park and all the little girls are all going 'she's a princess mommy!'. This was sure to be a fun day anyways. All that she had in her bag was her side kick and a few notebooks and pens and things like that. Maybe a pack of gum too. But who knows now. Kylie had many pairs of converse that laid at the bottom of her closet, some flip flops too, but mostly converse. She decided on a pair that had black and pink flowers on it and then slipped into them before sitting down on the ground.
So many memories had flooded her mind right then, of her and her twin brother, most of them were the bad ones, but there were the few good ones in there. Like the time when they both snuck out of the house when they were sixteen and had gone skinny dipping with a bunch of friends in their neighbors pool. When he had came to help her at the animal shelter. Everything. They may have fought and it maybe have gone too far by a sarcastic remark, made by Kylie. That just made Kylie burst out into tears. And we all know what happens when she cries. She drinks. It may have sounded pathetic, but she has a mini refrigerator in her closet, just packed with tons of alcohol. So what was she to do? She just pulled out a beer and then opened it before taking a sip out of it. Drinking like always. It didn't help her problems at all, they just made them worse. But she didn't know that, she just thought that drinking made all her problems go away when in reality, it was just screwing up her life even more then she already has. Which is a lot for your information. She drinks and drinks and drinks. She gets totally wasted and does really stupid things that she soon regrets. But never once has she slept with someone. Well unless she didn't remember it anyways. But she's never woken up in a guys bed naked before. Though she has woken up in some bed she had no idea who's it was in her clothes. Nobody was home and so she had just left. Kylie really did hope that they hadn't had sex or anything, only because she wanted to save it for that 'special' some one. Which she doubted would ever come along in her life. All the guys she had met were pretty much ass holes, well all except Cooper, her best friend practically. The boy she has loved as a friend. Best friend.
After one bottle of vodka and two beers, she was totally wasted. Which was why she was jumping up and down on her bed screaming at the top of her lungs, well more like singing at the top of her lungs. But it was scremo music she was listening to and so it was pretty much both. Kylie fell over on her bed laughing and then after a few minutes, she sat up and looked around her room. She stood up and ran towards the door, forgetting it was closed, and ran right into it. Then she just laughed and then after a few attempts at trying to open the door, she got it open and then was running down the stairs screaming for Jordan. That was when he came waddling out. Cameron must have been busy with one of the toddlers or in the bathroom or something because he obviously didn't come right away. After a few seconds of waiting, Kylie just screamed out she'd be back in a bit and then walked right out the door. It was about eleven thirty and she was just too giddy. Jordan knew his bigger sister was drunk and she knew it as well. But she was just too drunk to even care about the looks she was getting on the street. Of course she still had her pretty tiara and her black messenger bag, and her clothes stayed on right about now and it caused her to practically skip to the park laughing at herself the whole time. After a few minutes of walking, the two siblings finally arrived at the park. Kylie looked around and waved at an elderly women who was feeding birds and the women shook her head in disapproving way. Being immature, she stuck her tongue out at the women before her eyes landed on Coops. Causing her to drop her messenger bag and running towards him at full speed. "COOPER!" She tackled him with her arms around his torso. It may have looked pretty weird, but she just laid there and hugged her best friend giggling the whole time. Forgetting that Jordan was right there watching in amusement.
status• finished!
words• 2046
outfit• here
lyrics • go to madina lake 'here i stand'
notes • sorry for the wait =/. but i got it done finally!
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Post by cooper brooks , on Sept 20, 2008 16:03:07 GMT -5
c o o p e r e l v i s b r o o k s,
`` are you hoping for a miracle? it's not enough, its not enough . [/size] ([/b] stop being so american there's a time and there's a place )[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
A sigh escaped the young boys lips as he glanced around through the camera lens. Maybe it was the cloudy cold weather making him just a little fogged up today, but he couldn't just focus. It was just way to quiet around here. He was trying to let his creativity flow, you would think with the fresh air it would help, but the bitterness of today just wasn't making things go smoothly. Maybe he just needed a different angle, yes, that was it. He let go of the camera, letting it hang around his neck as he walked up to the bench. It was an empty bench, so he just climbed right up onto it, his feet planted down on the seat so he could stand tall on it, looking around with a little higher up perspective. He got a snapshot of a tree, the light hitting only half of it. Coops honestly had no idea what his 'mom' was going to do with these, they where just pretty pointless photos of nature, he had no idea how she was going to fill up a whole brochure about it with the help of his lame photos. He decided that he needed to get some pictures of actual people; that pictures of nature - though it was pretty nature, just wasn't going to cut it. Jumping off of the bench he glanced around, trying to hunt out anybody that looked interesting. Of course, once again, nobody looked interesting, so he let out another sigh, repeating some history.
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[/color][/size]hy was he even here anyways? Obviously, he didn't have to be. He could have declined the job offer. He knew that he would do anything for his adoptive mother, really. She had always been there for him through thick and thin. It annoyed the hell out of the kid that he couldn't do one simple task for her; especially a task that he was good at - photography, without all of this difficulty. Maybe he was just being a perfectionist and looking at things with too harsh of an eye. Shaking his head he told himself that he needed to snap out of it. Enough was enough, and now he was going to get his act together, stop moping around, and get some simple work done for a lady he oh so desperately owed a favor or two too. He found himself putting the camera eye level and swinging it around trying to look for the perfect shot. Maybe it was because of winter that nobody dared to go walking in the snow anymore, they where all too afraid to venture this far into the park in the cold weather. That was bullshit though for the weather was fine. Yes, there was snow on the ground and yes, it was cold. But if you put on a sweater and a scarf you would be fine; if only the people of good old New York could figure that out. H[/size][/color]is fate was slowly hitting him. He was going to be here all day, maybe even until dark fall. Nobody would show except a few people here and there. There would be no big crowds, nothing really to work it. But life was just one big problem, he was going to have to toy around with the situation he was in, find ways to overcome the obstacles he was faced with, this was his job after all. And though it wasn't what he wanted to be when he got older, it would still prepare him for life’s little moments. And right as that panic to peace moment occurred in his head he was faced with another problem. A tiny girl with flailing arms ran full speed ahead at him, shouting out his name. He didn't even have to look and he knew who it was, Kylie. She was great, but they both weren't the biggest people around, and with him being a tad off guard and her charging over he was knocked to the ground by her tackle. In shock at first it took him a few moments to register. She was laying on top of him, he had fallen, and somehow is camera that was around his neck hadn't been smashed into a billion little pieces. Now it was time for him to let out a laugh and smile but little did he know that she was under the influence. Of course, once the reality of that set in it would send him into a panic craze, but, as for the moment he was floating on clouds - er, lying in the snow. He pushes his way up so he was sitting down instead of lying. Scanning the area around him, he saw Kylie's little brother. He was laughing a way, but he decided to let out a smile and a wave towards them. L[/color][/size]etting out a little stretch his eyes looked over to kylie again. Oh Kylie. She was pretty, and she had a brain that she very well could use, just a lot of the times didn't. It wasn't an insult, just a mere fact. I mean honestly, who would push a kid down in the snow who's holding one of there highest possessions that just so happens to be fragile? May not be the most brainy thing to do, but, she sure did make things fun and exciting, always. Cooper fixed his shirt pulling it down a little, then stood up, whipped some of the snow off of him. Ruffling his own dark hair to get it back to normal he raised out a hand to help her up. “ Well hello to you too[/color]" a smile came to his lips. “ Good thing you're here. I'm going to take some pictures of you and your brother and I promise one of them is going to be in a brochure for Harlem Meer that my Madre is in the process of making. And all shall be good" he said with that same smile glued to his face as he spoke the idea as it came to his head. It was a little more overwhelming then a ‘hey, what’s up’ but they would just have to deal. I mean honestly, it was just what he had wished for. Thank god Kylie and her brother had came along, or he would have to resort to asking strangers in the street if they would be interested in taking a picture for something and having to fill out paper work and all of that. This was just so, so, much simpler from what Cooper knew about the situation. He would be put in quiet a sticky mind situation once he found out that Kylie just so happened to be under the influence. But yknow, let the kid have at least one worry free moment in a worry filled life. [/size][/blockquote][/font][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by kylie parker on Oct 6, 2008 18:30:06 GMT -5
here i stand, all alone,tonight
and i wish i was strong enough to breathe
without you, in my life,
i wish i was anyone but me.
Laying there on top of a boy a few years younger then her probably wouldn't look too good if she had ended up applying for another job that payed good money. He was eighteen, she was twenty. Kylie was wasted and in a public place on top of a younger male. It didn't really matter much that she was laying on top of him, but that she was just on top of a guy period in public. Of course she hadn't sex in public before, that was no secret, it may have been surprising though if you had asked her if she had ever slept with a guy, only because you'd expect them too right? All alcoholics be sluts? Then there would be a lot of unwanted children in this world. If there were going to be any kids around here Jordan's age, then their mothers or babysitters or whoever they were with, would be covering their eyes immediately. Kylie's mother was the exact same way with all her younger siblings. But listen here, this was one of the very few times that Jordan or any of her siblings for that matter have seen her completely drunk like now. It must have been pretty entertaining for him right? "Oh my god, I'm sooo happy that you're here Coop!" Kylie may have been wasted right now, but she would probably be very surprised that Cooper hadn't noticed her having been drinking if she had been sober. Cooper was just a very clueless boy wasn't he? She was actually pretty comfortable laying on him though and so she closed her eyes for a few seconds and then finally stood up and let Cooper up. This was just too weird for Jordan, though she knew he would probably still go home and tell her parents everything that happened today and about how she had made them embarrassed in the park. What fun right?
When Cooper mentioned pictures, Kylie went wacko. She started to dance around him and her little brother and start to sing random songs before she screamed and then hugged Jordan who jumped a little bit. He was always a jumpy kid, never being able to know what's coming. Jordan laughed a nervous laugh and then pushed his sister away a little. It should have been Jordan babysitting Kylie and he was only nine. How weird would that have been? A nine year old telling people he was babysitting his twenty year old alcoholic sister? I'd probably freak out and then get that family help. But hey, the Parker family was not very normal at all and just about everyone here in New York knows that. I mean come on, who lives in New York with their seven children, one whom has committed suicide and with a twenty year old alcoholic that still lives at home? It was a huge city and it was always busy and had a ton of crimes everywhere, it isn't exactly the safest neighborhood per say now is it? "Guess what Cooperrrr, I'm a princess!! A pretty one!" Kylie exclaimed excitedly as she pointed to the tiara on her head. It was one she had gotten in a happy kids meal at McDonalds. It may be all greasy and fatty foods, but Kylie was just addicted to the toys there and always bought big kid meals and went around to all of her siblings saying that she was a big girl because she got a big kids meal. Kind of how her twin brother Elijah would have acted if he were here. Just the thought of his name made her eyes water, even if she was drunk, it still hurt. Sober or not. But when she had been drinking, she sometimes had a feeling that when she got home, he'd be there waiting for her. Just another one of those times.
"I'm a little tea pot-" Singing was always something that Kylie had to do, even when she was just herself she would sing. When she was younger she was even in choir and made the honor's choir once or twice before. When she was drinking though, she would just sing a lot of random little kid songs. The feeling of drinking felt really good actually and that's probably why she had always just drank. It probably had a little to to do with her accidentally killing her brother too. "Sh-She-She's a-a dr-dr-unk." Jordan always stuttered like that. Because of his speech disability due to his disease, he really couldn't talk right and Kylie always felt bad because a lot of the time nobody could understand him with his stuttering and with his quiet voice. Though Cooper had met Jordan a few times before and she had thought that he was getting the hang of being with Jordan since he had went with Kylie around the city a lot of the time because Kylie was known around the city and she knew that she had friends that loved Jordan and would love if Kylie had taken him along to places with her. He attracted a lot of the ladies Kylie's age. Having a disability was always hard on him and I'm sure that anyone can assume that. Yet he was always just so good at getting Kylie into trouble and interrupting her while she was busy saying something important. Of course though drinking and singing were not really all that important to anyone but Kylie at this point. It was just something that had happen to happen to her, she loved singing. When like this though and out in public, it wasn't too good of a thing. Good thing she wasn't social inept though, otherwise she would have been in a lot of trouble. Most people would have assumed that of her because of her being gullible and then being slow did not make things better for her at all.
Kylie looked over at Jordan, more like glared at him for interrupting her song on her being a little tea pot. She didn't even get to do any of the actions that went along with the song! That was not cool, well to Kylie. She didn't think it was cool to interrupt her important singing skills just to point out the obvious. "I am not Jordan stop assu- oh my god i love your hair!" Kylie was just about to go and tell Jordan and Cooper that she was not drunk. She was of course, but why would she admit that? Cooper had been trying to get her to quit and she knew how much he hated her drinking so much. Though now she can bring up the point that Cooper had barely known her and yet he had decided that he should bring her to a hotel while she was drunk. People probably had assumed things from right away when they went into the room, but things quickly straightened out and then everything was just fine. Kylie had quickly been distracted though by her anger when she saw Cooper's hair. His hair had just fascinated her. The way it was so soft and black. It felt nice and she had just remembered it from when she had been with him and fell asleep in his bed one night when they had been hanging out. Yet, Kylie hadn't failed to walk over to her best friend and start petting his head like he was a puppy. It looked weird but Kylie just giggled and then fell over laughing after a few minutes and then just laid there in the snow and stared up at the sky. It was so pretty and the snow was so soft, that Kylie had to close her eyes and then try and fall asleep. She instantly opened her eyes once again and stood up trying to shake the wetness off her as she whined a little. "I'm all wet." She pouted and looked at Cooper.
status• finished!
words• 1324
outfit• here
lyrics • go to madina lake 'here i stand'
notes • sorry for the wait, but i got my muse back and im not sick or busy anymore ;D
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