&& STELLA, WOULD YOU TAKE ME HOME? / haydendenvers

[Gage Lawrence]

I'M ONLY HAPPY WHEN I'M WASTED,

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Today had been a rather nice day, and though I didn't do it usually, I thought I'd meander around the beach for awhile. I actually enjoyed it, letting the sound and feel of the cool ocean waves seem to wash away my stress. It was an alternative at least, to smoking, though there was no doubt I'd get to that later. On my drive out, I had noticed the snack shop at the pier, and it sounded pretty appealing. Perhaps it was also a good place to take down some names and numbers; after everything that was going on, it'd be pretty beneficial to meet some new people.

I parked my new black on black Chrysler 300, 2006, that I finally purchased with my parents money I had received, of course witht he sole purpose of keeping me out of their hair. But I now felt on top of the world. I was sure to lock the doors before climbing out, something I never bother with my old piece-of-shit Honda Civic. After gathering my things, I entered the little shop, and to my dismay, noticed not many people there. I sighed softly, taking off my sunglasses to get a better look at the little snack menu posted along the wall.

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TAGGED ! hayden denvers.
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LYRICS ! all time low – stella.
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[hayden]

So let’s get it over and just get naked,

With sweat dripping down your little back

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Hayden Danvers, a beautiful young woman with the curves in order and long wavy black hair falling loosely down her back, tattooed like most of her body was, after a few years of decorating her ‘canvas’, was driving towards the beach, hoping to get some private time to herself.
She looked at the human being the way, that it was born as an empty canvas and it was your assignment throughout your life to decorate it, with your personal style, and in her case: Tattoos. Piercings were part of that point of view too. Some found her kind of weird because of that way of thinking, but frankly, it did not mean much to her. She wasn’t one of those who changed because someone did not like the way she was. They could go to hell, without her even noticing it.

She got to the beach, and coursed silently to herself, when she saw the amount of people everywhere! She couldn’t find many places, where she would be able to get the slightest piece in mind, so she decided the park her Ford Shelby GT 500 in the parking lot in front of the snack-shop close to the beach. Puddle of Mudd’s song ‘Spaceship’ was coming loudly from the speakers in the car, all updated as everything else in it. It was the one thing she enjoyed the most of all her material things, and good times had been in this car, so she loved it. Of course she did.

She stood out, running a hand through the long black hair so it sat properly instead of in one big mess. She shut the door after her, locked the car and started walking towards the snack shop. They might have something good in there she could put her hunger on standby with, just until she found a good place to eat for the night. She didn’t really know the town yet, so it might would take a while to find something.

Her steps forward was laid back and her expression were somewhat a provocation on her own way that seemed to stand out and be very sexy and alluring too. She was dressed in tight black jeans and a blue and red vest, matching leatherlaces around her wrists. (The outfit on the picture above).

She glanced around the stuffed snack shop, at the people in it, before she let it fall on the ‘menu’ put on the wall above the disk, while moving her ray-ban sunglasses onto her hair, instead of in front of her dark brown eyes. She couldn’t really decide what to eat.

I’m a Holy roller and I own the spaceship

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