It's Not Me, It's You
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Thread Topic: It's Not Me, It's You
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TOTALLY WORTH IT
"Mother f---ing hell," Ashrae muttered under her breath as the window rattled a bit louder than she thought it would. In all honesty, she had no idea what she was doing. She was drunk, after all. All of the better judgment, or at least the bit she had, was completely gone, and she was bound to get herself in a load of trouble. Like she cared. Ashrae pulled her body through the window and her feet landed almost silently on the floor, but she stumbled a bit and her knees hit the ground as loud as a nuclear bomb going off. "Mother f---er," she said through gritted teeth as she pulled herself up off of the ground. "These rich b------s better have some liquor stored somewhere in here..." -
Asher's body was frozen in fear. Unsure of what to do, he pulled back the covers of his bed, his hands shaking. His knees shaking, Asher stood up and walked to the door of the light room. Since his room was on the second floor, and the intruder was on the first, he was unsure of what to do. The intruder could be armed. They might not. They might just be teenage idiots trying to scare the wealthy family. Asher's face pale, he made a split second decision to open the door. Gripping the handle, he tried to open the door as quietly as possible. He creeped to the stairs, hoping he could scare off the intruder without waking up or alarming his parents. Asher slinked down the creaky carpet stairs in the old house, biting his lip in anticipation. Soon, he was on the ground floor..
WHATEVER -
DON'T YOU WHATEVER ME YOUNG LADY
A frustrated groan escaped Ashrae's lips as she slammed the fridge shut in anger. There wasn't any beer, and she had gone through her stash at home. She couldn't really steal some at the store since she had already stolen from them twice, they were obviously on the look out for her. Now the stupid home didn't have any freaking liquor! "f--- me," she muttered while doing an odd spin around the kitchen. "And to think these rich b------s don't have at least some... oh f---." And that's when her brown eyes settled upon the wine bottles over the fridge. She'd drink like an Italian that night. -
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO
Asher slinked down the ground floor, slowly. He was on the look out, flinching at every little noise. He heard a few noises from the kitchen, and silently cussed. Then asked himself, "Who the hell would raid the fridge? Damn, we don't have anything good. I starve every day here." These thoughts lightened his mood a bit, thanfully. He swallowed his pride, building up some bravery before entering the kitchen. When he was there, he stood tall, not expecting to see what he saw. "The..hell?" Asher squeaked, squinting at the girl in front of him. His pupils dilated, confused. There was no way he could scare her off. For some reason, she intimidated Asher, causing his posture to show more fear and insecurity by the second. Instantly, he regretted his choice to come down here. -
I'LL TELL YOU WHATEVER THE f--- I WANT TO
Once Ashrae was able to get the wine down from above the fridge, she started raiding the drawers and finally found a cork screw (thingy whateverthef---youcallit). She laughed a bit as she opened it up, almost completely ignoring the fact that Asher had walked into the kitchen. Once she got the bottle open, she threw the cork and screw on the floor and then took a huge gulp of wine straight from the bottle. After a few more sips she took a break and looked around the kitchen, her brown eyes settling on Asher. Now, if she were to be sober, she probably would have had a knife in his chest three seconds later, but since she was pretty s--- faced she could honestly care less. "Sup?" she questioned while she took another sip from the bottle. -
NO YOU CAN'T.
"Erm," Asher analyzed the girl, awestruck. She wasn't bad looking, no, and that hurt him the most. He couldn't visualize her as the big bad wolf, so that would make this hard. Also, it was quite obvious she wasn't in the correct mind at the time. "Wh-why did you break into my house?" He squeaked, unable to find much of his voice. Now, normally, Asher was pretty brave and comfortable. But nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and that frustrated him. Conflicted emotions spread across his face. His mind was full of racing thoughts, and he thought back to what guidance counselors in Elementary School said to do about nervousness and fear. Yes, childish, but helpful, trying to slow his breathing, he crossed his arms and stood up straight. -
A slight giggle escaped Ashrae's throat, something she wouldn't had done if she were sober. Another swig of wine drained down her throat and she shrugged while holding the huge bottle up. "I came for the booze," she said through a hiccup and another giggle. Ashrae's brown eyes danced over the boy's body; the way he held himself, the look on his face, his alarmed eyes, his messy hair; everything. She wasn't sure if it was the booze or not, but she found the boy extremely hot. "And Rich Boy, you're f---ing hot," she stated, her voice becoming more slurred by the second.
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Bruh I ship it already))
Asher had blushed wildly, weakened for a minute. He went back onto defense quickly, biting his lip. "Well.. Please leave before my parents awake?" He said so in an uncertain voice, being taken aback by the whole situation. He wasn't sure how to react, as he had never been called attractive before- especially by someone robbing his house. -
omg yush. what shall they be? it's really hard to ship them since they both have "Ash" in their name xD))
Oddly, Ashrae gave the boy a pouty puppy dog lip as the bottle of wine almost slipped from her hand. The alcohol was clouding her brain, causing the gears to freeze up and force her to act like someone she wasn't. For a moment she almost surprised herself by the way she was acting; for a moment. "But baby, I just got here," she hiccuped while taking a few steps closer to the boy. Ashrae grabbed the boys shirt and leaned into him from her lack of balance. "Do you wanna leave with me?" -
Ashrer :D Says my online generator xD)
Feeling uncomfortable, Asher was forced to step back. "Um, no thanks. Sorry. I don't know you." He crossed his arms, staring at the girl. Honestly, he had never felt so helpless, and it bothered Asher. When he tried to act confident, it showed how truly vulnerable he was. Unsure of what to do, he thought maybe if he acted vulnerable it would help. -
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