DRIVE ME FASTER||EMI!

[Jordan Dredd]

WITH M Y FATE, MY THOUGHTS ERASE
MY HEADS A BLUR, THE PICTURE FADES

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“Emiiiiii!!!!!” the brunette boy slurred as he banged on the door of her dorm room, completely ignoring the fact that it was three in the morning and the girl was probably sleeping. “My lovely, awesome Emi! Open the door for your bestest friends in the whooooole wide world!” he continued to shout as he leaned against the door for support, trying to look through the peep hole only to find all the squinting was hurting his eyes. Shaking his head lightly he leaned his forehead against the door, his palms pressed flat against it as he waited for Emi to come to the door, if she would come at all. He was certain she would, after all why the hell would he have come all the way out to Balston if she wouldn’t open the door for him? That thought reminded him that he didn’t really remember how he got all the way from his apartment by the Luxford campus over and then into Emi’s dorm, only to be standing on the outside trying to keep himself from falling over, the last thing he remember was taking a hit off a bong and then tripping out. The thought of the few hits of the bong set him sliding down the door until he was sprawled out on the floor in front of Emi’s door. Jordan rolled onto his back, his appendages spread out as far as the narrow hall would let him, his bloodshot, half open eyes staring up at a blank spot on the ceiling as he quietly hummed Selena Gomezs Love you Like a Love song as he waited for Emi to Open the door. Of course all of this was the result of what had happened hours ago, or rather yesterday night.

Jordan smiled to himself, thoroughly proud of the little set up that he had laid out before him; it was pretty genius if you asked him. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling his iphone out to take a picture of the masterpiece before him. Sliding his thumb across the screen he quickly tapped in the pass code before clicking on the little camera icon and holding it up to take a picture of the inside of his mini fridge. The boy and his roommate had bought copious amounts of alcohol to fill not only the fridge, but the bathtub, which they had filled up with ice. Once he had taken a picture of the fridge he ran to the bathroom and took a picture of the bathtub, filled with three, two-fours of beer. Walking back out into the main living area he surveyed the area once more, he and his roommate had set up a ping pong table with six cups arrange into a triangle at each side, with tape marked on the floor for the beer pong tournament. They also set up dart board so that he could make a fair amount of cash back tonight; he was a champ at darts, especially when he was drunk. In the corner closest to the kitchen area they set up a card table for all sorts of different drinking games, though it would probably be mostly used for shots or strip poker. Now that everything was set up and his roommate was doing a last minute dollar store run for more red cups , ping pong balls and cards Jordan was doing a last minute tidy up and adding a few finishing touches.

Once satisfied with the way everything was set up he walked over to the fridge and cracked his first beer of the night, plopping down into a free chair and waiting. He checked his phone for the time only to find that it was only ten, most people wouldn’t be showing up for another half an hour; after all no one cool showed up any earlier. That suited Jordan just fine anyway; he needed some time to himself to relax after a long week at school and before a long night of drinking. Taking a swig of his beer he sunk back into the plush leather chair, sighing as he closed his eyes, envisioning the night to come. He was stoked to say the least, both he and his roommate loved to throw parties and attended them, so they were a good match thankfully. Amongst their friends each pair or trio of guys sharing a living space took turns hosting parties for the benefit of everyone, especially after a long week of torture. Originally they weren’t supposed to host it this time because they had the honor of hosting the last kegger, but unfortunately the guys that were had to have their apartment fumigated due to an infestation of cockroaches. Jordan and his roommate being the most generous, awesome guys in the world stepped up and took one for the team by hosting the party at their apartment. To say the least everyone was thrilled because now the party was still on, it was at a bigger apartment and theirs was relatively close to the Luxford campus so those who had sports or had to do group projects or study or whatever did not have as far to go while being so hung over.

A knock at the door followed by shouting roused Jordan from his thoughts and his chair as he sprang into action, a huge grin on his face as he cross the room and threw open the door to see the eager faces of the first few parties goers of the evening. “Sup motherfuckers?!” he shouted while backing into the room and turning on the CD player, a random dubstep song sent the base pounding and began the night of festivities. Throughout the next half an hour a steady stream of people flooded the apartment, adding more noise, confusion and general joy to the room; the signs of a successful party. Spinning around Jordan headed to the washroom, grabbing his fifth beer of the night before running back into the main room where most party goers were involved in one drinking game or another. Generally when Jordan was the host he did not get to wasted, especially since his roommate was all ready far gone, he had shown up drunk, after having met up with a few guys Jordan had never seen before; but hey it was all fun! The reason why he liked to remain somewhat intelligible was so that if any cops or neighbors should up he could work his charm and get off with a warning, plus he did not want people breaking their valuable shit. Too bad as soon as he walked by the ping pong table he got sucked into a tournament of beer pong, with a bunch of people that used Jack Daniels instead of beer; which was Jordans arch enemy. Whiskey got him drunk fast, well any hard liquor got him drunk fast; he was a bit of light weight thanks to the fact that he was tall and thin.

Naturally, being one of those people that got better at a game the more drunk they got Jordan lasted through five rounds, to come out victorious and pretty far gone. So far gone that he had wandered out to the fire escape to get some fresh air to collect himself before going back in and drinking some more, only to get pulled down by his roommate and have him shove a bong in his hand. “Ahhhhh, nahhh bro, I’m good.” He said as he tried to give the bong back. “I’m not letting you go until you hit this man, this is the best fucking shit since you quit growing.” His roommate insisted, pushing the bong back. Jordan squinted his eyes slightly, glancing from the bong to his roommate and then back to the bong before a huge grin lit up his face. “All right, why the fuck not!? Who’s got a lighter?” Taking the outstretched lighter he flicked it on and then held it in the appropriate place before taking a long hit from the bong. Jordan held the smoke in his lungs until they burned for air and the only thing his mind could focus on was another toke, everything else faded away and he figured that this was just the beginning of his night.

MY EYES THEY KEEP SHUTTING DOWN
I CAN'T SEE WHY YOU WONT FIGURE ME OUT

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• Tag:EMI!
  
• Notes: ahah this should be fun.
  
• Music: Britney Spears
  
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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

And if there is one thing I will say to you
It's that there is nothing you can't do

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Emi got home from a long day at a wedding and with some amount of alcohol in her blood that day. She dropped her purse on the floor and stripped off the red dress in knee-length she had been wearing. She had only been invited to the ceremony and the reception afterwards – not the party. So her and a few of the other friends there had been enjoying the drinks at the reception and one had turned into two and so on. She kicked off the high heals too – they were hideous to walk in! After a day in shoes like that your feet and your back hurt like hell. She wasn't used to walking on those stilts either. With her aerial acrobatics she was used to bare feet and flat shoes with a good sole to keep your body position right and straight. After putting on a pair of shorts, a gray loose shirt and a pair of long happy colored socks, she had fallen down on the bed and she had yawned like a lion. And there she stayed for an hour or two, while watching some random movie on the TV and enjoying a new drink of cold rum and coke. After that she had fixed up some sort of dinner – all she had to do was call and order some sushi. She poured another drink in the glass. That was Emi's big problem. When she was drunk she didn't seem to find the reason to stop it and therefore she kept on pouring new liquid into the glass and drinking it. The doorbell rung and she jumped wobbly to the door and opened it, while throwing a huge smile to the boy delivering. It wasn't usual service to be able to get them to walk all the way to your dorm room and deliver your food but Emi was a friend of the owner and she got real' good service because she orderede sushi there all the time. She payed him and tipped him properly before closing the door and eating her sushi in silence. All in all, she was dealing with the loneliness pretty well that day, which was quite an unusual thing for the girl. She hated being alone and just the thought of having absolutely no one around would normally kill her. She guessed that it probably was because of the alcohol she had not yet called or texted someone to get into the company of someone else. Any other night she would eventually have gotten so desperate that she would walk over to one of her neighbors and try to get in contact with them and keep her loneliness back like that.

You see, she knew about the party as Jordan's place. She knew where and when and by the time she had finished her meal she considered getting properly dressed and going there to get in contact with other people. In particular Jordan. Of all people, she liked hanging out with him the most and this day was no difference. It didn't mean that she didn't like anyone else, because any company that didn't mock her or criticize her with her appearance and past was sufficient enough for her. Surely, her friends meant more than that. And on top of the pyramid was Jordan because he was always there to care, to laugh with her, to hug her and talk to her. Everything she needed in a friend; he had it. But she decided in the end to stay at home anyway. She had to get up pretty early in the morning anyway to train and get everything ready for a new show she was doing soon. Her routine was done and so was the music and the location, but she just had to check it all through one more time and practice the routine to get herself ready and focused. A night out wouldn't exactly help her remember all the moves and exercises she had in mind. So she put the rum back into the cabinet she usually kept her few bottles and many glasses in and enjoyed coke without anything else than ice in it instead to get herself sobering up as much as possible. Her mind wandered as she was laying in her bed and reading a book she had been told was very good. 'In the name of the wind' of Patrick Rothfuss. She smiled when she read that the main character grew up in a troupe himself. Maybe that was the reason she had been told to read it. And so far she found it interesting. After hours of reading she almost didn't feel intoxicated anymore. Of course a little fuzzy – you always get like that after a day of drinking – but not with the wobbly walk and weird talking anymore. She shut the book and put it on the table next to her little bed. Later, she fell asleep to a movie on the TV.

The knocking on the door caused the awakening of the sleepy redhead. She did a last mumbling sound while running a hand through her curly hair and a miss being done with her eyes. First off, she was too sleepy to recognize the voice but a smile embraced her soft pink lips when she finally woke up properly and knew that is was Jordan. She quickly ran her gaze to the clock showing the time as 3 AM. She wrinkled her nose and arched one eyebrow. ”That can't be right” she mumbled to herself and shook the clock a few times in the belief that it would fix itself. Then she just checked her phone. Same thing. But what would he be doing around here this early/late? She got to her feet and for a second she fixed her clothes and hair in front of the mirror before walking to the door and opening it silently. It was a habit as not to wake the neighbors with slamming of doors. But in all honesty, if anything would have woken it up, it would be his yelling, so she really didn't need to be that careful. She laughed gently at him when she locked her gaze on him laying on the floor. ”impatient much?” she asked him in a low tone of voice and with the smile steadily softening her expressions. She of course held a fairly teasing tone hidden behind it – it was a question as to if it had taken her so long to open that he had found the floor appealing. She sat down next to him and poked him by the temple with one finger. ”are you drunk, my love?” she asked him with an arched eyebrow slightly. The answer was obvious. She could even tell by the smell that he had done a little more than drinking. In that moment she was happy she hadn't come to the party. She would have hated watching him do drugs. She rolled back onto her feet and reached out a hand – offering to help him up. ”Well, we can't have you falling asleep on the halls now, can we? Come on” she firmly stated with a nod and helped him back up and into her room. She shut and locked the door and took a moment to clean up the room, so he wouldn't find dirty clothes and curled school papers all around the place. ”Was it a nice party?” she finally asked while turning more against him, smiling and tilting her head to the side. She really wanted to seem nice and not worried about the smell that sneaked up her nostrils every second. It was horrible! How he liked smoking something that smelled that bad was a mystery to her. ”What can I offer you? Something to drink, eat ? Perhaps some toothpaste and a toothbrush?” she teasingly asked him and shoved him gently to the side. But her eyes was pretty clear about the fact that he was busted and that she knew what he had been up to. If he had just a little sense in his mind he'd know pretty fast. That was the great thing with those two. They could read one another well. Well, except when Emi was trying to hint to the fact that she was developing stronger feelings for him. He didn't seem to get those into his brain. Maybe because he didn't want to.. Or maybe he knew but hoped it would end all by itself. She didn't know and right now, she didn't care much either. No, worry was more likely the word to be used. It wasn't a secret that she didn't like that he'd take a hit off a bong every once in a while.

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Don't let them get to you

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Lyrics: Free me – Joss Stone
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Tagged: Jordan :]

[Jordan Dredd]

WITH M Y FATE, MY THOUGHTS ERASE
MY HEADS A BLUR, THE PICTURE FADES

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Being as intoxicated as he was Jordan did not really think much of coming to visit Emi, all he really knew what that he missed her and he wanted to see her-right away. There would be no waiting until the morning, or more likely the afternoon to then call her and see what she was up to; of course this would be after he got up and taken care of his hangover. No, the boy wanted to see her as soon as possible, which was exactly why he made it all the way from his apartment to her dorm while heavily intoxicated. In his clouded mind it was something of an accomplishment to have made it all the way to her dorm, especially since he crossed the path of a couple of police officers on the way over. They stopped him, asked him a few questions and then eyed him suspiciously before they got a more important call and took off, leaving him to think that he was some sort of master at fooling the police. Eventually that was going to come back and bite him in the ass, probably in a future scenario where he would be wandering around outside completely drunk. Thankfully he usually did not let himself get to the point where he was doing stupid things like running around a relatively sketchy town in the early morning, showing up at the dorm of a girl he was practically best friends with and obnoxiously shouting at her through the door before collapsing on the ground to wait for her to come to the door. Nope, he usually only let himself get to the point where he ended up going home with someone and waking up to an early morning walk of shame.

However, this time he had dragged Emi into his shenanigans and not even the day after where he just complained of a massive headache or sore body from things that he didn’t remember. This time he had shown up at three in the morning at the peak of his intoxication, which is something that she disapproved of greatly. He had promised her countless times that he would never bother her while he was under the influence, especially if he so happened to have smoke some pot or any other type of drug. Promising one thing while he was sober and keeping that promise while he was intoxicated was a completely different story. Anybody that had ever smoked pot, or drank until they couldn’t remember their own name knew full well that anything that may have been previously promised went out the window. The extent of what Jordan remembered right now was not much; he knew his name and that he wanted to see Emi and that he was really wasted. What he did not remember was that he had promised her that if he had ever decided to smoke pot he would not come around her because it made her uncomfortable and he did not want that to happen. Too bad his drunk self decided to ignore anything that he may have promised and show up at her door at three am, whining to see her. Tomorrow when he woke up, or sobered up, whatever came first he was going to regret it. Of course right now that was a brief thought in his mind that was dwindling as the seconds passed, still though he vaguely knew he was going to feel very guilty when the morning came.

For now Jordan just wanted to see her, he wanted her to hurry up and come to the door and invite him in so he did not have to sit outside for the rest of the night. It would surely be embarrassing in the morning when students started surfacing from their rooms to come outside and find Jordan sprawled out in the middle of the hall way. Jordan turned his tired gaze from the ceiling to the walls, squinting lightly at the designs and the paint. “pretty fucking ugly.” He stated out loud, as if he was going to strike up conversation with the plants in the hallway. He turned his eyes back to the ceiling before throwing his arm to cover them, all these contrasting patterns were fucking with his vision and making his head hurt. Just as he was getting comfortable on the floor, almost ready to call it a night, quite laughter brought him out of his slight stupor. He removed his arm from his eyes and opened them to find Emi staring at him, causing a small stupid grin to colour his face. At her question Jordan raised his eyebrows slowly as he stared at her, not quite sure how to answer it. Normally he probably would have turned it into some sort of joke, but at the moment he could barely even speak without slurring his words together. He settled for a shrug of his shoulders as she sat down. Jordan squeezed his eyes shut as she poked him on the head, batting at her hand playfully before opening his eyes and grinning at her again. “Drunk?” he questioned slowly, shaking his head. “Nooooooo, me, noooo.” He added, dragging out the words. He squinted up at her as she so quickly rocked up onto her heels, the motion made him dizzy and all he had done was watch her. “Jeez, why do you have to move so fast?” he mumbled, his words sticking together as he slowly accepted her hand. “But its soooo, comfy out here, I wouldn’t mind.” He replied once he was steadied on his feet and sure that only words were going to come out of his mouth.

Once inside the room Jordan looked around, everything seemed so much stranger than it normally did, mostly because he was still going through a bit of a trip from that pot he smoked. He watched Emi as she did a quick tidy, honestly he didn’t care, all he cared about was finding a place to sit. He lifted his gaze from the floor to her as she spoke, a bright grin lighting up his tired face. “Fuck yeah!” he stated, wincing slightly as it came out as more of a shout. He giggled lightly, raising his hand to his mouth and looking at her apologetically. “sorry.” Jordan stared at her quizzically as she began to offer him things, why did everyone always try to get him to do stuff while he was intoxicated? Having a drink or something to eat made sense, but the toothbrush thing did not make much sense to him. “A toothbrush?” He stumbled lightly when she shoved him, his center of balance being completely off, thankfully he caught himself before he knocked into a table. He grinned at her lightly until he noticed the look that he was receiving; he glanced away quickly, looking down at the ground before shaking his head. Jordan slowly lifted his gaze up to her, his fingers finding their way to his necklace as he looked at her sheepishly. Even though she had not explicitly stated what she was thinking he could tell through her joking manner, even though his intoxication that she was disappointed that he had smoked pot that night. What he couldn’t tell if she was disappointed that he came to see her while he was messed up, or if it was the fact that he chose again to get messed up. Either way he felt guilty and decided to try and apologize, even though he was sure he would just end up babbling like an idiot. Which was something he often did when he was guilty and tried to apologize; especially when he was drunk. “I’m sorry Emi, I-I, completely forgot. “ he began, “I mean I all ready had a few drinks and then I wandered to the balcony area and then my roommate offered me some pot and then he like uhh wouldn’t let me leave until I had a hit and-and” he continued until he ran out of breath, his fast rambling stopping abruptly as he took a deep breath. “Sorry.” He added again, this time quietly as he dropped his eyes to the floor.

MY EYES THEY KEEP SHUTTING DOWN
I CAN'T SEE WHY YOU WONT FIGURE ME OUT

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• Tag:EMI!
  
• Notes: sorry I took so long, my comp still isn't fixed. so I'm using a friends.
  
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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

And if there is one thing I will say to you
It's that there is nothing you can't do

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His little exclamation of something being pretty ugly made another giggle bubble through to the surface and she shook her head at him. He was so weird whenever he had been drinking this much. Of course she had seen him in this condition before at the parties they went to together every once in a while and she felt amused every single time. When he didn't smoke weed too, that is. Those times she'd usually sneak off and go home before doing something stupid that would attract attention. Oh, she hated seeing him high. Her biggest fear was that he one day would become addicted to these relatively ''gentle'' drugs. Especially taken into consideration that he partied a lot and it was usually the parties he did drugs at. If he did that often enough, one day it would 'bite him in the ass' so to speak. He'd get addicted and she'd be worried out of her mind for him. It would simply be one of the most horrible things to happen to this best friend of hers. She still smiled though, even though a flash of the worry showed itself in her face for a few seconds at first. ”No, of course not! You are completely sober – anybody can see that” she teased him in an ironic tone of voice and batted his hand right back as he batted hers. She shook her head gently and kissed his forehead once with her soft lips before getting up on her feet and rolling her eyes at him. ”If you weren't so wasted it would not seem like I'm moving so fast.. Maybe you should consider laying off that habit of yours” she started and winked to him, before helping him back on his feet and dragging him along into the room. ”It might be now. But when you wake up in the morning with a killer headache and pain in your back, you wont think so anymore” she said with an arched eyebrow and a smile embracing her soft pink lips, as she threw herself down on the bed after having done a quick tidy in the quite small room in comparison to his place. Even though he was living with someone else it still was a huge place he lived in and she kept on being completely fascinated with it every time she stopped by. She was so used to these little rooms that anything bigger seemed odd.

Emi reached out her hands to him and very gently pulled him down to her on the bed too. He looked like he could need to sit down. Plus; she was worrying that he'd fall down on the floor if he didn't get a place to sit down. She looked into his eyes and watched the big pupils for a few seconds and that was all she needed to conclude that he was still pretty much stoned. Even though she did not really like that fact she didn't show it in her expressions at all. And even if she did, he probably wouldn't discover it anyway. ”I'm glad to hear that the party was a success” she told him neutrally in her tone and she smiled one of her sweet pearly white ones as she tilted her head gently to the side while watching him with a curious glance in her eyes. When he said 'A toothbrush?' in that questioning way she laughed a little dryly and shrugged. ”Yeah! You know the kind of brushes you use on your teeth, so your breath doesn't smell of food and smoke and weed.. Y'know. Stuff like that” she said and spoke just a little louder when she said 'weed'. Just so he got what she was saying. And as good as she could read him – he did. He did that thing with touching the owl around his neck and he looked down on the ground. Of all people, she was the one to be able to make him feel guilty about his bad habit of enjoying the drug. She didn't break in when he was apologizing in the simple purpose of making him sweat a little and perhaps thinking twice next time. She hoped to make him remember this feeling of guilt the next time someone was offering him a hit. Finally, she was unable to stop herself from smiling because he was so cute when he was babbling. She put a hand over the one of his that was holding the owl. ”Ssh.” she said and shook her head a little, before gently kissing his cheek. ”It is okay.. Just remember it next time, okay?” she told him and arched one eyebrow slightly before letting go of his hand and backing off a little. She fixed her curly red hair for a moment while watching him with a gaze that was truly forgiving. She couldn't blame him – of course he wouldn't think of his promise while being in this intoxicated condition.

She got up on her feet and found a glass of water and a plate with a sandwich on it from the little fridge in the corner of the room. She figured that it would be a good thing for him to get something to drink and eat that wasn't as unhealthy as the stuff he'd been taking in all night. So she moved over to him and reached out the glass and the plate to him. ”Have something to eat and drink, darling” she said with a gentle smile on her lips. When she had her hands free, she sat down on the bed and pulled the cover over her legs. She curled up a little and watched the beautiful beside her discretely as he ate. Well, some of the time at least. ”What do you want to do now?” she then asked him and leaned her head to the side. She was pretty sure that she would not be able to fall asleep again now. Even though it was 3 AM, she wouldn't be able to shut her eyes and sleep tightly. She never did unless she'd eaten pills or she'd been drinking or if she was tugged into someone's arms. If none of these things were there she would sleep very lightly. Easy to wake and all. It had much to do with the fact that she had grown up in this small society with people around constantly and here she was all alone. It obviously made her feel very lonely. She never really told any of her friends how bad her anxiety of being alone could get. Not even one knew it. ”I went to a wedding today.. It was really beautiful. A garden wedding so the dress was totally simple and he wore a white suit and there were flowers everywhere. I loved it” she told him enthusiastically and smiled widely. She'd been so fascinated with the simple and gorgeous wedding. And it had made her think about her own. When she found her a man she wanted to marry, she wanted the dress to be long and white and very simple and she wanted it to be only the closest family and friends invited and she really wanted it to be on the beach or some place like that. But she knew it would be years until she even had to think about that.

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Notes: It's really crappy... But I'm not really home again until sunday night, and I really wanted to give you a reply before I left :) Hope it'll do.
Lyrics: Free me – Joss Stone
Outfit: Here
Tagged: Jordan :]

[Jordan Dredd]

WITH M Y FATE, MY THOUGHTS ERASE
MY HEADS A BLUR, THE PICTURE FADES

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Jordan nodded his head in accordance with her statement, immediately regretting it as he began to have double vision. He screwed his face up, wrinkling his noes and squeezing his eyes shut to stop from seeing two of everything, especially Emi. Now, he was fond of looking at Emi, he really was, but two of her with that bright red hair was do everything but helping. He briefly pictured her hair as a firey medusa like hair that was about to uncurl from its place of rest and attack him. He shrugged off the fear inducing thought as he slowly opened his eye, to see that Emi’s hair had returned to being Emi hair- and not a bunch of snakes waiting to attack him. That was the problem when he smoked weed, he rarely had any good trips, he usually saw a bunch of fucked up shit that scared him, but not enough to get him to stop smoking the drug. As Emi leaned over him he suddenly felt his pulse quicken, something that he was not used to, there had only been a few girls in his life time that had ever been able to make him nervous. As of late it had been a foreign feeling, so much so that he almost forgot that he actually liked the feel of his pulse quickening and his stomach doing flip-flops; normally he was the one creating that feeling, it was nice to be on the receiving end for once. A small, but genuinely happy smile turned his lips up as Emi kissed him on the forehead. The affection was nice and right then he flirted with the idea of tangling his fingers in her gorgeous red hair and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. He thought better of the idea as Emi’s words roused him from his fantasy, putting the kibosh on the whole idea. “Habit-schhmabit.” he slurred, entirely too drunk to think of a better comeback. Jordan, still being dizzy from her movements waved off her comment about sleeping in the hall, he did not care. When he was drunk and ready to go to sleep he dropped wherever he was, he did not care at all in the moment and usually didn’t care much the morning after either. There were usually more pressing matters at hand when he woke up, like where the closest washroom was. Now though, he knew where the closest washroom was so he could actually pick a place that was going to be good for his back, like a bed or a couch.

Jordan gratefully accepted her outstretched hands as she aided him to sit down, he probably would have fallen over if she did not help him. He was also grateful for the fact that she did not leave him laying in the hall because now that he was sitting on a comfy surface his body wasn’t screaming at him to find a more suitable place to lay down, unlike in the hall where he was very stiff. Jordan bit the inside of his lip as Emi caught his gaze and held it, probably to check to see if his pupils were still dilated, which the most certainly were. He hated breaking his promises to Emi and he hated lying to her, so he was hoping that he could just carefully dance around the truth by omitting important details. It was too bad Emi knew him all to well, and knew how to tell if someone was still high. Her words drifted to him and then around him, he could practically see the subtitles in the air, kinda like the caterpillar in Alice in wonderland. He stared at her as she spoke, his eyes as wide as saucers as he watched the bold white lettering fall from her mouth to form biting words that reprimanded him. He felt like he was in that Dairy Queen commercial where the guy was going on about cheeseburgers or something and then he was riding on subtitles. The only differences was is that these subtitles were coiling around him, squeezing and then dissolving as the next set of titles came along. Jordan shifted lightly in his seat as the final subtitles faded away, seemingly to imprint in his mind so that next time he would think twice about taking a few harmless tokes from a bong. “Oh that kind of toothbrush.” he responded late, after a few moments of silence had settled between them. He had been too distracted by the fake subtitles to realize that Emi had probably been waiting on a response of some sort, just like how she was probably letting him stew in his juices, so to speak. If her goal was to make him fidget under her scrutiny then it was working, her stare was making him feel guilty and he was slowly working himself up. Though he abruptly calmed down as she clasped her hand over his and kissed his cheek, causing a slight rose tinge to rise under his cheeks; he hoped that she would just think it was from all the drinking. The blushing boy nodding slowly, a smile lighting up his previously guilty features. “Okay. I’ll try.” he spoke softly, as if that made his words more sincere.

His tired eyes followed her as she got up and moved to retrieve what he though to be a glass of water and a sandwich, causing him to raise his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to protest, not being particularly hungry or thirsty but stopped once the plate and glass were extended to him. He flashed her a brief thankful smile before slowly reaching out and taking the plate and glass and setting the glass in-between his legs before holding the plate with one hand and a piece of the sandwich in the other. Completely oblivious to Emi watching him he slowly began to eat the sandwich, taking tiny little bites before swallowing whatever sandwich had been in his mouth. Jordan did not like eating while intoxicated, often food and copious amounts of alcohol did not sit well with him, but if it please Emi he would at least try to eat something. At the sound of her voice Jordan placed the rest of the sandwich that he had not eaten on the plate, about half was left from the original amount, before he placed the plate on his leg and looked to Emi. Jordan looked at her blankly as is she was speaking a foreign language, he had not really been listening so he heard her but he didn’t really hear her. To fill the silence he took a long drink from the glass, trying to figure out what it is that she could have possibly said to him. Thankfully she interrupted the silence he created by sharing about her day, causing a small interested smile to colour his face. It was not just the fact that Emi was talking to him about her day, it was the subject that made him so interested. Emi seemed completely fascinated with the wedding she attended, which lead him to believe that she would probably one day want a wedding of her own; something that Jordan also wished to have one day, not that he had ever told anyone. “Wow, it sounds like it was beautiful.” he commented removed the plate and glass from his lap by placing it on a near by bed stand. Once he was sure the plate and glass weren’t going anywhere he turned to face Emi, laying on his side and propping himself up with his arm. “Have you ever thought about what your wedding was going to be like?” he asked slowly, so as sure to not slur his words as he looked up at her with expectant eyes. He was hoping to hear all about how Emi would like to have her wedding, now doubt it would be a beautiful, unique and memorable, just like Emi was.

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I CAN'T SEE WHY YOU WONT FIGURE ME OUT

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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

And if there is one thing I will say to you
It's that there is nothing you can't do

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Emi watched him carefully as he stared back at her with those distant eyes she knew too well. Only these were more distant than when he usually spaced out – of course that had something to do with the intoxication. She shook her head a little when he mumbled and slurred in his repetition of her words. She could only smile from it because even though he was smelling strongly of weed, he was very cute and very drunk. She gently stroked his chest after kissing his forehead and afterwards she pulled herself away and got him into the room, where he was helped to a seat. Of course she had wanted to do more than just kissing his forehead but as much as she wanted to just finally try to kiss his soft lovely lips, closing her eyes and curling locks of his hair around her fingers, she could not do it. Not in his sober state and definitely not now. Oh, unrequited love sucked badly. She had taught herself not to show too much how much she longed for his touch whenever he was around. She never even told her closest friends. But that would be the only two things she did not tell openly: That she was anxious of being lonely and that she had fallen head over heels for Jordan.

The red head was standing all still when she was trying to make him feel guilty. In her mind she figured that he would do well with it. Nobody ever made him feel guilty and therefore not much of him told him not to do certain things. But she could and she was going to use it to knock some sort of sense into his head and make him think twice before jumping into things. Of course she was not about to change everything he was because the impulsive part of him was fantastic when they were spending time together. But she wanted him to build up some sort og conscience to guide him along in life. It would be good for him, according to her. When he seemed to get it, even with his distant look in his eyes again, she fell back to being the soft sweet Emi she always was. She held his hand and kissed his cheek and watched him as he looked like that had some sort of effect on him and he seemed much more calm to. Even though she liked being able to make him see himself through a different set of eyes and feel guilty, she strongly preferred making him happy and calm. She preferred that with all of her friends. All in all she was a friendly person with nothing more than a great wish of pleasing the people she loved and spent most of her time with. And Jordan was the closest she'd get to a best friend so obviously his happiness meant more to her than much else. ”I'm glad” she almost whispered in her low sweet voice and wrapped her arms around him for a few seconds in a soft and sweet embrace. ”I just don't want you to get hurt or OD or get addicted” she mumbled in his ear as an explanation to why she did as she did to him when he was high. She finally pulled back a little to lock gazes with him for a few moments, but it took a little longer before she pulled her arms back too, stroked his cheek and finally fetched him some food to eat instead. She needed to distance herself from him and she knew it. Both in this moment and in general. Right in this moment because she knew that if she had stayed in the close state as before she would have done something more than just hug him and that would be stupid of her. Not exactly a tell of the intelligence she had somewhere inside. She wasn't usually stupid. In general she had to distance herself because if she didn't she would be hurt one day. By him rejecting her or, if they ever would end up together, he'd get high and do some random girl and be unfaithful. The thought was unbearable. As it was now, she could live with all the one night stands and flings she knew he had, but that was only because they weren't together and didn't have to have one another in mind when being out and fooling around.

Even though he did not eat all of the food, she was happy that he decided to try to eat a little to please her instead of refusing it, even though he might not want it at the time. The thought of the wedding she had attended made her smile and it was easy to read from her expressions that she was dreaming of her own wedding and she loved going to other peoples' weddings. You'd think that she was all about the whole wedding thing but to her that was not what mattered on that day. Yes, of course you're excited about such a big ceremony and party of your own. Every girl is. But she was looking more forward to the marriage instead. She was looking forward to spending her entire life with the man she loved and that meant a hell of a lot more to her than the ceremony and party and honeymoon together. She hoped to have a marriage like her parents' one day. One with mutual respect and accept and love regardless of everything else. Even though her parents had been together for more than 19 years they still looked at each other with love and longing. They would tease each other lovingly and Emi's father would hold Emi's mother in his arms and kiss her forehead and sing her lullabies by the fire and carry her back to bed, when she'd fallen asleep. They were Emi's definition of the perfect couple. Being a part of something as great herself, was Emi's big wish with life. Her career set aside. ”It was the most beautiful wedding I've ever been to” she admitted and laughed in a low voice and looked down at him, as he was laying on her bed. She fell down on the bed, laying on her back and watching the ceiling as she thought about her own wedding. She didn't have it all planned out just yet but she had ideas for it that she could tell him about. ”Hmm.. I want mine to be simple. I'd like it to be on the beach or a hill top or a big field of grass. And only friends and family of my beloved and mine as guests. I'd like the party to be by a bonfire with my troupe doing tricks and shows to our guest like they did through my upbringing whenever we sat together outside by a fire everybody. They would do fire breathing or artistic sword-battles or recite plays or poems. Or they would dance to us all.” she told with her gaze still locked on the ceiling. A smile was touching her lips as she spoke of good memories. ”My parents would make songs together all the time and sing and play to us all at these gatherings. I'd like my wedding party to be something like those gatherings. I'd like the women to have their hair braided with pearls and flowers and feathers. I'd like for everybody to circle up around a fire and sing songs together and I'd like the man of my dreams to wrap me up in a blanket and kiss my forehead before speaking soft words of love to me” she laughed out a little and turned her warm gaze to Jordan's. ”But all that matters in the end is that I'm marrying that man I'll spend the rest of my days with and have a family with.” she finished and nodded. With a curious glimpse in her eyes she turned over, so she was laying on her side and looking at him. ”Do you know what your wedding is going to be like? And do you even plan to marry at all?” she asked him curiously.

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[Jordan Dredd]

WITH M Y FATE, MY THOUGHTS ERASE
MY HEADS A BLUR, THE PICTURE FADES

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Emi was so good to him, even when he most certainly did not deserve it-like right now. He was piss drunk, acting like even more of a child then he normally did. This time he was like one of those annoying two year olds that made you coax them into doing anything with soothing words and gestures, like how Emi had kissed his forehead and stroked his chest before helping him up and into the apartment. Now, in the morning if he remembered he’d claim that he was just being like that so he could get a few loving gestures out of the girl because he felt that she did not appreciate him enough-which was far from the truth. He knew that the beautiful redhead adored him and she often showed him that with either her playful flirting or touchy-feely gestures, which as of late he could not seem to get enough of. Jordan knew that he had to be careful with just exactly how flirty or touchy-feely he got with Emi because there was a fine line of between being just friends or something more and he was pretty sure that more than once they had teetered towards crossing the line. Now it wasn’t really a bad thing, in fact in this moment it was really damn appealing to him, but he knew that once the morning came it would kind of be a different story. Right now he was off in lala land, so to speak, things bordered on real and shit that he was making up do to his intoxication. In this lala land small, thoughtful gestures from a good friend got confused as things that girls did when they wanted to sleep with him. Had he been just a little bit more sober and the girl that kissed his head had not been Emi he probably would have made a move on her and instead of having a sandwich, a drink and then laying down and talking they’d have been making out and engaging in some sort of foreplay. However, the boy had just a bit of common sense and realized that if he did make a move on Emi right now he’d fuck up their relationship for good because he was not ready for a monogamous relationship.

There were times when Jordan was slightly disappointed that he was not Emi’s boyfriend and she his girlfriend for the reason that he knew Emi was one in a million-as cliche as it was. He was not as stupid as some people thought him to be, he saw the way other people looked at Emi. Sometimes it was with confusion, or amusement, or glee, or goo-goo eyes, or even lust. He’d seen it all and he himself had probably looked at her every which way possible and at the end he came to the same conclusion each time: he needed to hurry up and grow a pair of balls and make a move that took their relationship past friendship. Thinking that however, was easier then actually acting on the thoughts. There had been countless times where he had almost made a move but then awkwardly moved on by making a joke or something equally as dumb before silently cursing himself for the rest of the day. He figured that there would probably be many more instances where he would do the same thing, until one day where he would actually have the courage to ask her to be his girlfriend. When that day was going to happen was beyond him, he had lately decided that it was going to happen when it happened, ‘in the right moment’ or whatever.

There also happened to be times when he was glad that he was not her boyfriend because then he would really feel guilty for making promises and then breaking them, or going back on his word and other things in that nature. It would make her ability to guilt trip him even more effective, if it were even possible because in this moment she was doing a pretty good job. He allowed a small smile to pull his lips up when she kissed his cheek before pulling him into hug; she always knew exactly how to treat him. He lazily draped his arms around her waist for the duration of the hug, nodding slowly at her words. “I know...I wouldn’t do that to myself, much less to you.” he murmured as they separated from their embrace. It may have seemed like a bit of a far fetched statement, considering the condition he was in and all the other times he had been in a similar condition, but he actually knew when he hit his limit. He just liked to cut loose sometimes, but he always knew when to stop before he ended up hanging over a toilet bowl or in the hospital because he OD; it had never happened to him and it probably never would. He may like to indulge but he knew there was a point of too much indulgence and that he was never going to reach that point.

Jordan layed there, simply watching Emi as she sprawled out, eyes up on the ceiling as she told him about her dream wedding. It brought a joyful smile to his face as he watched her, she was so beautiful, especially when she started speaking about something that made her happy. He could practically see the sparkles dancing around in her uniquely, but ever so lovely coloured eyes. Jordan closed his eyes as she began to describe the finer details of what she would like her wedding to be like, he could see all of her ideas on the backs of his eyelids as she described them, almost as if he was standing there in real life, observing this wedding. How she described the events that she wanted was like nothing he had ever heard and he had been to many weddings as someones date and no of them even came close to being as amazing as Emi’s dream wedding sounded. As her explanation came to an end he opened his eyes to find that Emi had turned over and was now looking at him, bringing a delightful smile to his face. “Wow Emi, I’ve been to quite a few weddings and some of them have been pretty amazing, but let me tell you, none of them even compare to what you just described.” he stated, pausing to take in a small needed breath. “Yours will be a site to see, it sounds beautiful.” he finished while nodding lightly. Jordan closed his eyes as he ran his tongue over his teeth at her question, he hadn’t really thought in depth about what his wedding was gonna be like, all he knew was that he was going to marry the woman that he fell in love with one day. “Truthfully, I haven’t thought much about it.” he began opening his eyes to look at her. “I just know that as long as I am with the woman I’m in love with I don’t care how it happens, just as long as we can be together.” he stated slowly. “Though, I kinda want a small wedding, family and close friends, some where outside...that’d be nice.” he added while smiling. His smile slowly turned into a grin before a small bought of laughter fell from his lips, “I’m getting a head of myself though, I mean I gotta find the girl of my dreams first y’know?.”

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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

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Some times, she caught herself thinking that Jordan might didn't appreciate her and what she did to him. It wasn't because she doubted his motives by coming to her place in situations like these – she couldn't believe it, if he did so because he needed some hugs and kisses and nothing more. It just didn't seem like the gorgeous brunette boy to do so. So he must have come to her because she meant something to him. There was times when she didn't believe him, when he told her that he loved her – as a friend of course. Mostly because he did these things; like showing up numbed by drugs in the middle of the night and demand attention. But on the other hand, he never demanded more than that, and that was odd for a guy, who had slept his way around town. Maybe he genuinely cared for her but showed it in the most awkward odd moments. But in the end it did not matter much to her, because she adored him utterly and completely. He was her closest friend and one she wouldn't live without for anything. And that meant a whole lot with this girl. She had grown up in a society that demanded for her to say goodbye to friends once a month and that had taught her not to get too attached to the people she met. She had learned to let go and live on. She was sure that wouldn't be possible if she'd ever have to say goodbye to Jordan. Not to any of the fantastic people she had met in Outlier, California. This was a place for dreams to be built and lived. It was a place to be social and it was a place to live your life to the fullest. And that was what Emi was doing. She was having her own 'new start' with new people around and new daily routines. Surely, she missed the circus life every once in a while – every day even. But she would not give up this time of her life to go back. Not now at least. Maybe later on, when school was finished. You see, Emi had a pretty good picture of her future; She believed that she would have a career in the aerial acrobatics – hopefully with the cirque du soleil – and she would get older. She didn't think that she would ever find a guy, who'd actually want a girl like her. So marriage was only hope for her, and it was a very small hope. Because of her freaky appearance and personality and background, she didn't think guys looked at her with interest. And she frankly wasn't about to pick the first man to show some interest in her. She wanted to be in love and him to be in love with her. So much for confidence in yourself, huh?
Anyway, she thought she would end her days in the circus she grew up in. Maybe spending time with teaching the new kids in her arts. Or maybe she'd teach 'normal' kids acrobatics in this world, if she grew fond enough of it.

She smiled a little carefully at his reply to her and she leaned her head gently towards his neck, as they were hugging. ”Good. You'd ruin my entire day, if you died” she said with a little glimpse in her eyes saying that it was a bit of an understatement. She would die if he left this world without goodbyes. She gently stroked his cheek and nodded. ”I swear, if you die – I'm going to kill you!” she finally stated in a clear and firm voice as raised her index finger to point it out more clearly. It didn't make sense to kill someone after they're dead, but Emi wasn't known to make sense and in the end; she had made her point perfectly clear. It wasn't okay for him to OD and die just like that. She let out a sweet little giggle and shook her head gently to shake the part of seriousness in her words away, so she didn't seem like the bad aunt telling everybody what to do and what not to do. All she wanted from him was that he'd be careful around drugs. After all, it isn't as harmless as many people thinks. You can mess up your brain completely if you use it – even if it is not often you do it. Emi hoped that he was aware of that fact, because she didn't exactly believe that it would be okay for her to correct him more than she already had. Everything in suiting amounts. She felt pretty evil when she had said too many things to make him feel guilty or the likes of it. She was sweet, caring Emi after all. Therefor she wasn't in her best element when she ''scolded' someone.

She told him something she hadn't told anyone else before. Even though she wasn't a girl to keep secrets from other people, there was some points where she'd be more.. reluctant. Like this dream that might never come true and like her fear of being alone. It was all those deeper thoughts she didn't share with just anybody else. She would have done it in her troupe. With people she had grown up with and people she trusted with everything she had, but not with these people. Being here was nothing like what she was familiar with and therefore she stood back a little around the people too. She liked to think of everybody's good sides but had been hurt before because she trusted someone just like that. This world wasn't like the one she came from. At some points she felt a bit like an alien in this society. But she decided to share this thought with Jordan. And if he knew her as well as she thought he did, he'd know it. But of course he was intoxicated in the moment and not all clear in his head, so she'd understand if he didn't notice at all. She laughed out a little with her soft and gently voice, while looking up at him with warm brown eyes. ”I hope it'll be special. And that I find a guy, who'd like to do so too...” she said thoughtfully. She hadn't really thought of that. That if she'd ever get together with someone, he'd might not want to live out her wedding dream. Obviously, they'd find a way around, but it wouldn't quite be the same. She just shook it off and laughed gently. ”But I don't think I'm going to find a guy, who loves me” she finished up with a shrug and an amused expression in her face, even though sadness was to read somewhere in her eyes. She curiously and attentively listened to his thoughts about wedding – which also confirmed that he was planning on getting married. A smile embraced her lips again as she heard him and nodded in acknowledgment. ”It sounds lovely. Like a real wedding should be ! I don't get why some people make such a huge deal out of it” she firmly stated ”I'd hate to have a huge wedding with hundreds of guests and 4 hours of speeches and a big fancy dinner. That's not what marriage is about” she did a little childish sour-face when he mentioned the girl of his dreams and she sniffled dramatically. ”Now you're hurting me, Jordan! I thought I was the girl of your dreams?” she said in a little sad voice – of course all in good fun. It was to be seen in her eyes too.

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