SO IF YOU'RE TIRED OF THE SAME OLD STORY,

[JORDAN ANDREW DREDD]

Oh turns some pages, I'll be here when you're ready to roll with the changes,

(Clothes)

Jordan grinned as he shut his lap top, he had just made another friend, an online friend to boot. He had always been a very sociable child, put him in a room with anybody and it was just in his nature to befriend them. He recalled one incident when he was a just a kid in grade one, he had been nominated by his teacher to show the two new kids in his class all around the school. Naturally he was happy to oblige, which resulted in him gaining two new bestfriends, who just so happened to have the sixty-four pack of crayola crayons and animal crackers. Needless to say everyone wanted to be his friend after that because he had connections with the kids who had the sixty-four pack of crayola crayons and animal crackers. As he got older he honed the fine art of charming the pants off of people, both in the literal and figurative sense. All he would have to do is slap on a charming smile, flirt a little bit and just say whatever comes to his mind. The only time that his method does not work is when his is inhibited by legal and illegal substances, it just becomes a jumbled mess of 'I want to sleep with you, but I do not want a relationship because I am afraid of those, but let's sleep together anyway. Please.' Thankfully he was not under the influence at the moment and thus would not be at the low point of begging the girl whom he was meeting to sleep with him. Besides, they had all ready established that they were only friends and that this was not a date of any sort. Jordan was okay with that because at the moment he was not interested in any sort of relationship, unless it was a one night stand of course; short and sweet, or saucy.

Shaking his head he stood up and stretched, bending over attempting to touch his toes but giving up upon hearing his back crack. "Ow. Back, why are you hurting me so?" he mumbled to himself as he stalked over to his dresser. He decided that it would be best to throw on some clothes as he was currently only wearing bright orange boxers and a pair of socks to match. Jordan was fairly certain that unlike his new friend he would not be able to go out in public scantily clad and be unscathed. Him wearing just boxers and socks is just not the same as a girl wearing a low cut top and booty shorts; completely unacceptable. Thus he decided on a purple t-shirt and blue skinny jeans. He looked himself over once in the full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door, he was never one for fussing to much with his appearance but he had to be some what presentable for his new friend; whom he had not even gotten a real name from.

Pondering over this name situation he grabbed his phone off his night stand and exited his room. He had given her his name but she had not returned the favor, or at least from what he could recall he did not receive her name; other than her online name. "Wait, what was her online name again?" he pondered aloud while slipping on his purple and black DC high-tops. "Something norman? No, uh AbsNorma?"he paused in the middle of opening his front door to stroke his chin, as if he had some sort of beard. A grin lit up his face as he snapped his finger, he remembered! "AbbyNormal!" he skipped out of his house shutting the door behind him. "Logic dictates that Abby must be her name, or nickname at least." he finished talking to himself while nodding his head, as if that would sum up all his thoughts. He often found himself talking or rather thinking out loud it was just his thing.

Walking along the sidewalk towards Subway he glanced at his phone, various texts from people that he had met at parties littered his inbox. He skimmed through them briefly, any text that was not sent by someone with an actual name was deleted, because honestly he did not really know who 'the kid with the hair' was or why they sent him the message 'blahblahblah, coming out cho mouth wid the blahblahblah'. He really needed to stop giving his phone number to people when he was under the influence.

Slipping his phone into his pocket as he arrived at the Subway, he creeped the see through door window momentarily before going in and snagging a booth. He did not see his new friend anywhere in the premises yet, hopefully she would be arriving soon as he was super excited to actually be hanging out with her. She seemed like an individual that would be fun to be around, what with seeming like she had a personality opposite to him. Hopefully it is true what they say, that opposites attract.

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• Word Count: 846
  
• Status: Complete
  
• Tag: Abigal/Alice!
  
• Notes: Yay! A little rambley, but w/e

[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

DOWN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN I LAY
nobody's coming just continue to drown

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Abby signed out of her AIM and closed down the rest of her computer. She felt a smile cross her lips. She was not a people person. Never was. Even as a child. She liked to wonder off into her own little world of make believe. It was always fun and better there. She wished she could go back to those days. When everything was easy and care free. Back before her mom beat her, back before her dad was having three affairs a week, just back before everything went to shit. But she guessed she handled everything pretty well. She hadn't ever cut herself or gone crazy. She stayed sane for the most part and just ignored everyone. Her only problem was she had started smoking weed when she was thirteen, but she had quit that, at least for the time being. But she was starting to open back up to her cousin again. And that was good. It was nice to have someone that would always be there. She knew he had been though his fair share of shit, but she still loved him to death. It was really the only family she had left. And after not seeing him for a couple years, it was great to have the sense of a real home.

Abby changed into some real clothes. She put on her favorite black skirt and a tank top. She was all for accessories, so of course she added everything she could. Abby ran a brush though her hair so it wasn't going off in a million different directions. She loved her long blond hair. She could sit for hours brushing it and never get sick of it. She also loved the blue eyes she had. Abby never thought she was particularly pretty, but she didn't have low self esteem either. She was just kind of there. Fading in and out of the background. Away and off in her own world. It was a better place there and filled with things that actually mattered.

When she was done getting ready to venture out into the wold she grabbed her phone and keys before sprinting out the door. Abby was unaware of how much time had passed. She was never one that was good with keeping time. She hoped that she wasn't going to be late. She was usually late with everything. But she at least put effort to get there on time. Even if she was late, it was the thought that counted. Right? Not that she cared all to much. They are just people, well in this case one person. Abby walked down a couple of blocks before she found subway. It was nice to see real food again. Abby hardly ever went out to eat and her kitchen was kind of lacking any real food substance. And Jordan was playing so it wasn't like she was going to be spending any money.

Abby opened the door and the smell of food over whelmed her. Ahe had never smelled anything that good in her whole life. She took a deep breath before looking around trying to find the guy she had just only been talking to. And there he sat, right in a little booth. Abby smiled at him before walking over toward him. "Hey there cool cat! Ahe said to him while laughing. She was all the sudden in a good mood. They were rare but they did happen to her. "What are you doing just sitting here? Foods over there," Abby said pointing over to the line of food that awaited her and her new found friend.
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words• 600ish
notes• abby...
outfit• outfiiiiit
credits• SERENDIPITUUUUS!

[JORDAN ANDREW DREDD]

Oh turns some pages, I'll be here when you're ready to roll with the changes,

(Clothes)

Jordan could honestly eat subway everyday three times a day, it was probably the most delicious fast food place in the world. Better than all that crap McDonalds and Wendys and all the other hamburger joints will ever serve, because all of their food comes from a box that has been in a freezer since it was cut off of the cow; if they even actually got their meet from cows, the whole process was a little sketchy to him. Especially the chicken nuggets because everyone now knows that they are made from the beak and legs and all the other non-edible parts that just get ground up in a giant blender and then molded into various dinosaur shapes. Actually now that he thought about it Subway really did not count as a fast food place because most of the food was fresh, like all the vegetables and the bread that is baked every day and all the other toppings. The only things at Subway that are not fresh every day are the sauces, but that is okay because that was only naturally; it was like buying a bottle of ketchup you cannot finish that all in one day. Therefore, in his mind, the only reason why Subway is classified under fast food is because you get your sandwich fast. Which was perfectly okay with him because as soon as he walks into any subway, the mouth watering aroma just tantalizes his senses until he takes the first bite of his cold cut on italian herbs and cheese. Yum.

Jordan checked the time on his iphone, he had only been waiting for five minutes so far, and he was pretty sure that he had been early which was unusual. Normally he was always fashionably late to outings, no matter how important the outing happened to be. Well there are a few accepts in which he would make sure to be early but as a general thing he was never early. The cause of his general lateness was that he constantly underestimated the time that it would take him to get places, he often forgot to include outside variables and not just how long it takes him to get from A to B if there were no outside variables. It was mostly the traffic that always caused him to be late, he always forgot to include the traffic when he was guesstimating times; it frequently annoyed his close friend and coworkers. Most of the time they ignored it, maybe they would make a few choice comments, but generally his tardiness would be ignored. Except when it is his day to bring the coffee and doughnuts, then things can get a little heated. Though Jordan does vow that by he is slowly working on becoming more punctual, it is just going to take a while; a long while.

A female voice calling him by the name of his IM name brought him out of his reverie, he looked up from the table into the face of his new friend. A bright smile pulled the corner of his lips up, showing off his pearly whites. He chuckled at her comment about the food being over there, she had a valid point and thus he slid out from the booth and stood beside his new friend. "Why hello Abby Normal, nice to meet you face to face." he allowed himself, to what he hoped was subtle, look her up and down. He was a dude, a very provocative dude therefore it was only natural to check the girl out. Even though they had both agreed that it was not a date, that did not restrict him from admiring her beauty. She had a pretty face and a pretty great body from what he could tell, also a pretty decent sense of style; he was a fan of the many accessories.

"You raise a true point my new friend, the food is over there, and so shall we be." he said while gesturing for her to go before him. It would not be very gentlemanly of him to go in line first and he could not have that, especially with his new friend, who apparently was more jovial in person than online. She seemed like she was a little more...antisocial online than she was acting right now. He shrugged his shoulders as if shrugging off the thought, perhaps she became excited that she made a new friend, who was buying her lunch. After all his day picked up when he became friends with her and he found himself in a pretty jovial mood, the same thing must have happened to her.

His eyes drifted to the sandwich making area of the Subway for a moment before he turned his attention back to the girl. "So darling, what will you be getting from this very fine establishment on this very fine afternoon?"

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• Word Count: 818
  
• Status: Complete
  
• Tag: Abigal/Alice!
  
• Notes:So there is a little fail paragraph at the end, but I felt like it should not have been included in the above paragraph, but I didn't want to make another big paragraph. lol