Ashurīcho tsuki dai ni jū ichi ni sen jū ichi

Bright blue eyes followed the young man closely until he exited the CD store. A quiet sigh escaped Hillary’s lip gloss covered lips, and she turned her pupils back towards her calico.
“Well, Effi, let’s buy ourselves a CD, aye?” Hillary exclaimed with a forced grin. Her mind was fixated on the phone number. When would she call him? Would she call him? Would he remember her? …What if he didn’t?
The blonde began shuffling through CDs in the Alternative section, mostly because it was closest. Fingers lingered on one CD. Its album cover was a picture of three buildings, but it centered on the white one. In the window were four men holding instruments. Mumford & Sons, it read. She grinned- they’re one of her favorite bands.
“Hillary.” Her whole body jolted violently to the sound of a voice calling her name. She knew the voice well.
“Alek.” She whispered with disgust and fear. Aleksandyr, or more commonly known just as Alek by most people, just so happens to be Hillary’s least favorite ex-boyfriend. It’s not like she has that many though. He’s just the worst. He never really got over their break up, which happened about a year ago. Since Hillary said it was over, he’s been pissed at her.
“And what is such a fine beauty doing… here?” Hillary didn’t even give him the satisfaction of seeing the front of her face as he spoke. She kept her whole body turned away from him. In the corner of her eye, she could see about half of him. He truly was a total cutie- if he hadn’t been such an arrogant asshat, she would have most definitely stayed with him. His blonde hair- lighter than her own- was cut perfectly around his face. Behind his almost champagne colored bangs, were piercing blue eyes. They stared into her like ice. How could such a handsome guy be so… so disgusting?
“We have no business talking to each other…” Hillary mumbled with difficulty. Fingers still laced around the Mumford & Sons CD, she took a chance to leave. While walking to the cash register, she could feel the ice blues glaring at her back. Ignoring it, she placed the CD on the counter.
“Would you hurry up, cracker?” The cashier, a mocha colored woman, said with a tone that just screamed ‘I don’t want to be here’. The woman’s face said it too. But Hillary ignored that. She just wanted to get away from Alek, and out of here, fast.
“Y-yes, thanks.” Her own baby blues flickered around her surroundings. Alek was no longer to be found, and she didn’t feel any presence of someone staring at her anymore. She sighed in a bit of relief.
“Here, woman, now that’s gone’ be all, yeah?” The woman had shoved a plastic bag into Hillary’s free hand. She looked at the ‘cracker’ with boredom and disgust, obviously feeling a bit racist towards Hil.
“Oh, uh, ye-yes. Th-th-thank you.” Hillary stuttered with an insane amount of difficulty. After paying for the CD, she exited the store without a single sighting of Alek. Had he left? Maybe. Was he going to try and contact her later? Probably.
Her eyes flickered around her surroundings looking desperately for some populated area. She didn’t want to end up being stuck alone with Alek, not even wanting to know what he could do to her. Thankfully, her apartment was just a few buildings away. She couldn’t possibly have any more trouble from Alek when her destination was so close, right?
In the distance between the store and her apartment, there was an alleyway she had no choice but to walk through. It was dark and damp, you could hear water dripping from a cheap apartment building ladder. It would be perfect for any Hollywood flick. ‘No telling how many pedos could be here…’ she thought to herself. Worst of all, Alek knew she had to walk through here.
Suddenly, cold, strong hands gripped around her mouth and waist. She jumped, and desperately tried to break free from the grasp. Without the person even saying a word, she guessed quite correctly as to who it was.
“Why, hello, Hillary. What a coincidence, seeing you here. Come here often?” The sultry, seductive tone of his voice turned alarms on in Hillary’s head quickly, and she tried once more to break free. It was futile- he was just too strong for her. He had turned her around now, so she could face him, and had his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“I could take advantage of this situation, I could indeed. You love my kisses, right?” He whispered in her ear, while biting at it roughly. Hillary cringed, eyes scrutinizing the area around her. She was searching for any way to escape- for a person, a weapon, something.
He had begun kissing down her neck now, hands in her shirt, pulling it away. She was stuck between him and the wall, with his body pressed so close to hers it was near impossible to move.
“L-let me go, Alek…” She mumbled pleadingly. ‘He isn’t going to, stupid. Just let it happen. You can report it later.’ She told herself. ‘I can’t just let him do this.’ She argued. But what other choice did she have? Every time she had watched those 48 hours on ID shows, the girl had screamed, hadn’t cooperated- and because of that, the girl died. Hillary, on the other hand, didn’t want to die.
“Why, dear, you know you’re enjoying this. Come on, we’re perfect together… Let me show you.” His hands wandered down to her waist and lingered at the edge of her shorts. Her eyes, which had somehow closed, shot open. ‘He won’t do it- he wouldn’t…’ She told herself, though she knew he would. His hands were already pulling them down.
“D-don’t… I’ll t-tell the police, they’ll come a-after you…” She whispered with urgency, twisting and shifting in his arms. Her threats were pointless- he would do what he wished with her.
At this moment, Hillary did scream, not to get attention, but because of the pain that had struck into her so suddenly.

Shuirā kanō-sei ga arimasu dai jū hachi. Natsukashii.

  "It's fine." Joel sighed softly, relieved. "How about a cafe? Now?" Joel nodded. "OMG, I could go for a cup of coffee!" He exclaimed, grinning. "Or, like, maybe a milkshake or something.." The soft hint of Canadian accent shone through after his exclamation and it was quite obvious he was, well, native to Canada. He grabbed Vic's wrist. "Come onnnnnnn.." He moaned, rather teasingly, and tugged the other outside into the windy cold.




 "Uhm, yeah, I w-will.." Potts watched the girl glance at her arm a few times and he waited patiently, foot tapping quietly. "Oh, by the way, my name's Hillary. I forgot to tell you!" The girl sounded rather triumphant, considering she'd forgotten something, well, rather important. "Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Hillary." He smiled. "But, I must be going. Ring me sometime!" He trotted to the door, giving her a cocky little wink before he pulled his coat tightly around himself, stepping outside, dodging the speeding, tall man with the headphones who appeared to be pulling someone behind him.

Rōjī wa ni sen ichi ichi o jū kyū kanō-sei ga arimasu

Almond eyes widened, mouth hanging open. "Wh-what?" Joel stuttered. "No...Don't leave, please, I didn't mean to..." Vic turned and looked at Joel just as he grabbed his shoulders. Adrenaline rushed through Vic's veins, turning them into fire; this was unexpected. He stared into Joel's face, trying to find what lay there. He found panic. He can't be the upset about me leaving, can he? He hardly even knows me, Vic thought. Joel started tugging at his shoulders. What the hell...? Vic was tempted to shout "Okay, okay! I won't leave!" but he stayed silent, for fear of being seen as...he didn't know what, but it was bad, intimidated him. Then Joel's slender arms came around him, tight and possessive. If he had tried to get away, he wouldn't have been able to..not that he wanted to get away. Vic blinked, not knowing if he should hug back or not. Indecision had him for a few seconds it seemed and in that time Joel let go, sliding his smooth hands down Vic's probably scratched up arms. Vic looked at the young man, a smile twitching at his lips. Joel was biting his lip.

"Sorry." Joel sounded like he meant it. Why? Why?! Vic wanted to know.

The smile finally came through. "It's fine." He smirked at Joel. "Well...shall we get to know each other?" He raised his eyebrows at Joel, trying to judge his reaction. What the heck? I'm not usually this straightforward..EVER, Vic thought. Hmm...well, a cafe? Already said it, so let's just keep on with it! was Vic's reasoning as to why he didn't shut up right then and there. "How about a cafe? Now?" Vic grinned a perfect smile from 4 years of braces, hoping it had the desired effect.

Ashurīcho tsuki seventeen ni rei rei rei jū ichi

Hillary watched as he wrote his number on her arm, attempting to keep a straight face. She had just gotten a famous- and hot- guy’s number. This only happened in really unrealistic movies that are on Disney Channel, right? Oh, and the one liner role-plays on lame ass websites. But those don’t count, right?

“Uhm, yeah, I w-will..” She mumbled. After reading the number maybe twice, she had remembered it. This is amusing considering she has a terrible memory.

She raked through her mind desperately in search for a topic to talk about on the phone with him… When would be a good time to call him, anyway? He’s a damn celebrity, he’s usually in the United Kingdom… speaking of which, why is he in a tiny little mall in Canada? This seemed like a rather viable question. Then she realized something quite important- he didn’t know her name. ‘God, you big, fat failure, Hil…’ she thought to herself.

She blinked herself back to reality, and noticed that by some miracle, Andrew was still there, petting Effi. Hillary sighed in relief, “Oh, by the way, my name’s Hillary. I forgot to tell you!” She said with a sudden sense of confidence.

Sukairā tsuki seventeen ni sen jū ichi

Joel suddenly felt horrible. His eyes widened and his mouth slumped open and his breath caught in his throat. "Wh-what? No! Don't leave, please, I didn't mean to.." He gently gripped Victor's shoulders, lips parting softly. Fuck, what was he supposed to do? Suddenly, he tugged Victor somewhat roughly and hugged him tightly, strong arms tight and denying escape. He released the other a long 30 seconds after, biting his lower lip. Said lips were very soft from over-usage of Skittles chap stick. "I'm sorry." He said, hands sliding softly down Victor's arms. He'd acted rather spastic, yes, but it was his nature. Joel loved having friends. He had none with him, here, however. He felt so lonely. Joel needed to be with someone. He couldn't be alone for all of the shows he had scheduled in the city!

Andrew sort of stared at Hillary. "Oh.." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I..uh..like your cat?" He laughed awkwardly, scritching Effi's head a bit. "She's..soft." He smiled, the It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia theme playing somewhere in the background. "Um, well, I have to get going, love." The love was casual. He did it to everyone. Well, every lady. He pulled out a Sharpie from his pocket, scribbling something on her arm. It was his number. Andrew grinned. "Call me, will you?"

Posts before now...

These will all be in order from most recent up here, to first down there.

Rosie:

"Well, I didn't get yours either." His voice had a rather amused tone and Vic couldn't tell if he was teasing him or what. "I'm Joel. Joel Zimmerman." Joel gave a smile that basically looked as if he was cool and knew it. He seemed to judge Vic's non-reaction as he slurped his Icee. Vic's heart pounded in his chest like...like a timpani or something. Such nervousness...how did he ever tolerate it? Normalcy for me, Vic thought.

"Excuse me, that's....that's my cat, sir." The girl's voice was shaky, nervous, frightened. Vic raised his eyebrows. Did she think Joel would've...like, killed the darn cat? Jesus, paranoid much. He would've HMPH'd but he wasn't that type of person. He simply stayed quiet and observant. No harm in that, right?

"Oh!" Joel exclaimed loudly, laughing, making a few patrons glance at them. Vic almost told him to shut up because people were staring and it freaked him out, but no, he stayed quiet. "I'm sorry! Here." He stood up and handed the blonde the kitty, who seemed to purr in glee, radiating happiness to be back with its owner. Joel then looked down at Vic and extended a long slender hand. Vic took it in his, noting how it wasn't hot and clammy like his undoubtedly was, but smooth, cold, and comforting. Joel pulled him up and didn't let go. Vic stared off into the distance, thoughts wandering to places they hadn't been since...well, since before Chad, his ex.

"Oh, I'm sorry, haha," Joel muttered, an amused smile playing on his lips, and let Vic's hand go. Joel seemed to blink awkwardly and took a sip of his Icee.

Vic thought back to earlier. He turned to Joel. "You did get my name. I told you I was Vic. Or Victor, either or." He hoped his voice didn't show a hint of the anticipation he was feeling. He grimaced. "Well, I seem to always be forgotten. Not like anything I say matters anyway." His heart ached. God dammit, why does this always happen?! he thought. I overreact toeverything. "I...I better leave.." before anything gets worse. That was left unsaid. Best not to freak the guy out any more than he already had.

AJ:

Hillary smiled cautiously back at him. Well, he was fucking Andrew Lee Potts. Like, the hottest British guy ever. Well, a few others might surpass him, but he was standing right in front of her.

"You-you... I know your name, everybody knows it~!" She said with a laugh, as if he actually had to introduce himself.

"I'm Hillary, Hillary Maroon. That's... this is my cat, Effi." She said this in a quick slur of words, and silently cursed herself for doing so. Effi shuffled a bit in her arms, but she didn't dare let the little calico down. It would have been smart to have brought her cat carrier purse. But no, Hillary was just the smartest blonde in the world. So smart that she almost lost the little bratty cat.

Skylar:

Joel watched the girl leave with a little sigh, now noticing he'd still been holding Victor's hand. "Oh..I'm sorry, haha." Joel chuckled, releasing the other's hand with a soft smile, awkwardly taking a sip of his Icee afterwards.

Andrew kind of gripped the girl's arms tightly. "Oh!" He exclaimed, steadying her. He kind of cocked his head when the girl spoke. "Oh..umm..It's quite alright." He smiled. "I'm Andrew, by the way." He said, smile growing into a grin.

AJ:

Hillary took her Munchkin cat happily, and the cat immediately meowed and purred in delight. She smiled brightly at her little calico friend.

“Thank you soooo much! Like, I was looking everywhere for little Effi! I thought I’d never find her, and that the world would just… blow up! And I couldn’t have that so I ran around the mall desperately searching for my lovely little kitty…” She paused to take a breath, then realized how long she had been talking.

“Sorry, sorry, I talk too much. Anywho, I’m going to gooooooooooooo now…” She said quickly, and turned on her heels after giving them one last smile. ‘God, that guy looked like some weird pedophile guy… oh what if he rapes girls! Maybe I should report him to the police… No-no, too drastic and unnecessary..’

Stuck in her thoughts, she wasn’t aware that she was walking mindlessly around the CD store. Reality was brought back to her when she ran right into none other than…. Andrew. Lee. Potts. As soon as she did so, her mind began to scramble around and freak out, jumbling up every word she could possibly utter.

“God, Oh, I’m sorry, so…” was all she could make out, although she had meant for that sentence to come out as ‘Oh God, I’m so sorry!’. Well, apparently, her brain was too scrambled to properly send messages to her voice box.

Skylar:

"I never got your name.." Joel looked over at Vic. "Well, I didn't get your's either," He teased. "I'm Joel. Joel Zimmerman." He did the awkward smile, which either didn't look like a smile or wasn't noticed at all. He slurped his Icee. "Excuse me, that's.... that's my car, sir." The rushed, somewhat panicky voice oozed into Joel's ear. He stood up, knees cracking. "Oh!" He laughed. "I'm sorry. Here." He picked up his cup, handing Hillary the purring kitty. He extended a hand to Victor, to help him up, and he made the same awkward smiling face, as if he didn't know how.

Andrew was still kind of curled up on the floor, forehead now resting on his knees. He'd been tired before, and now he was about to pass out. He hadn't even gotten any of his coffee! He kind of sighed, stumbling to his feet, and tossing the cup into the garbage. He started browsing CDs a few aisles down from the group, hair fliffing every time he bent over to pick a CD up.

AJ:

Hillary watched, with a large sigh of relief, as a tall man picked her beloved Effi. Then, worry washed over. What if the man wanted to steal her Effi? Or harm it? Maybe he had a cat fetish! 'Ew, gross.' She thought to herself after imagining what a guy with a cat fetish would do to Effi. Or maybe he loves cats! 'That's better.'

She debated like a schizophrenic about whether she should approach the possible kitty napper or not. 'Maybe. Maybe not. No. Yes. Uhm... yes.' so, yes, she would approach, was the answer after quite a bit of deliberation. She waltzed over quickly, noting that the man had a friend. 'Better not let them take me anywhere.' She thought to herself, then grinned at the thought only briefly.

"Excuse me, that's... that's my cat, sir." She mumbled in a quick slur of words, then silently cursed under her breath for her lack of understandable speech. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a man similar to the British star, Andrew Lee Potts. She was particularly fond of his acting in Primeval and Alice, but pushed the thought of being fangirl on him for the time being. 'Effi is more important than Andrew.' She told herself sternly in her mind, though she barely believed it.

Rosie:

Just as Vic was about to ask where the shirt was purchased, he was interrupted by a hacking noise coming from the ground beside him. What the fuck? was his first thought. He turned and there was a beautiful calico kitty, just stunningly beautiful. Apparently, his acquaintance of a few seconds thought the same because he was squatting beside the thing, petting. "Awr." Oh, how adorable, Vic thought. "I have a kitty too. Meowingtons," he cooed as Vic's eyes raked his back and lower regions approvingly. The guy then pulled the calico up into his long, slender arms and scratched his head. "It's all right kitty..." Jesus, he was so sweet, it seemed like.

Vic's eyes wandered to a girl standing off to the side. She was probably 5 inches taller than him and built curvy. She had luscious blonde hair down a little past her shoulders and her bright blue eyes were focused on the cat worriedly. He guessed the cat was hers, but he wouldn't ask. Time would tell.

After shuffling his simply black Vans back and forth awkwardly a few times, Vic decided to pet the kitty too. He sat down on the floor criss-cross-applesauce, praying that the floors wouldn't ruin his brand new white basketball shorts. He reached a pale arm out to the kitty, marveling at how soft and silky its fur was. He looked into the man's pale brown eyes. Vic attempted to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. "I never got your name..."

Skylar:

At the spitting noises, Zimmerman turned and bent down, squatting. "Awr," Joel said, "I have a kitty too. Meowingtons." He said, reaching out to gently pat the kitty's back, seemingly oblivious to the hairball-coughing-up-thing. Joel continued to gently pet the cute kitty until it'd gotten over the coughing fit, then he scooped it up in his arms, scritching it's head. "It's all right, kitty.." Joel's lips parted softly and he took a sip of his Icee.

Meanwhile, Andrew very slightly pushed the door to the CD shop open, slipping in, and ducking into the Indie/Alternative section. He was clutching a bag, his wallet, and a now empty cup which had contained coffee. He'd had to escape a group of fans not 4 minutes ago, and he'd sprinted down the street to the shop. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, black loafers, a t-shirt and a short-sleeved plaid shirt. He panted, sliding to the floor and bending his right knee, other leg flopping lazily.

AJ:

"Effi...Effi?" Hillary walked about the CD store, back slumped to look around for her tiny calico cat. She cooed the cat's name a few more times, before giving up. Sighing quietly, she sat in the edge of the Foreign Music section. Nobody was really populating the aisle, except for a few stereotypical goth kids, so she decided she might as well have a look through the CDs. As soon as she stood up, the gothies looked at her with disdain and began to giggle and laugh.

"What's so funny?" The blonde asked, genuinely oblivious. They simply continued laughing, and soon waltzed away like a little parade of weirdos. Hillary snorted with disgust. She looked down at her own attire: pink and purple zebra striped tank-top, black gym shorts, rainbow checkered slip-on vans, and a couple jelly bracelets. As she thought to herself about those weird goth kids, her Munchkin cat made her way to two 'just met' young men by the names of Vic and Joel.

"Hi there. I'm Vic." said the brunette, who was also the shorter of the two. Effi, continued to observe silently. What an observant kitty.

"Hi friend." replied the taller one. At that moment, Effi felt the comings of a terrible hairball. Weezing began to occur, and alot of hissing and spitting. It was rather gross really.

Hillary, apparently with a lack of hearing, was still in the Foreign Music aisle, flipping through the CDs. A few caught her eye, but nothing that was really worth purchasing. Her mind was more in tune to thinking about her cat, and hoping no harm had come to the adorable pure bred thing.

Skylar:

Joel's head cocked softly and he smiled. "Hi, friend." He extended a rather pale, slim-fingered hand. Joel was, well, over-friendly to anyone who approached him. He eyed the other's facial features with a soft, thoughtful smile. The grey shirt Joel was wearing had a little mau5 head on the shoulder, showing exactly who he was. He put the thick, red straw to his lips, sucking softly as the sweet, sugary, blue liquid slid into his mouth and he swallowed, sort of sticking out his tongue for a millisecond as he licked his lips. He held a CD in his hand, a Duck Sauce CD, and he flipped it over, absently reading it as he waited for the other to say something.

Rosie:

Clothes, clothes, clothes, 3 bags of clothes. V-necks and polos mostly because...well, because that's what Vic liked. He tugged at the collar of his brand new v-neck that was a simple lavender. Simple was something Vic liked. He always dressed simply, ate simply, everything but thought simply.

Out of the corner of his eye, a small shop caught his attention. It was tucked in a corner where only the keenest eye would notice unless you were looking for it. A CD store? Well, Vic always could work on completing his assorted collection of well...assorted bands. He could really use a Bayside CD at the moment though. Vic practically drooled at the thought of the singer's out-of-key voice spilling his guts out to the world and how it, unlike most music these days, had gone to shit, to put it bluntly. Hastily, he rushed into the store, eyes raking the store for the punk section. A tall (well, average, but Vic was short) young man drinking an Icee caught his eye. His shirt clung to his body in such a way that...well, appealed to Vic. And the shirt itself...it just said "meh." Vic had a sudden urge to ask him where to find such a shirt and his legs obeyed.

"Hi there. I'm Vic."

Skylar:

Joel was feeling somewhat nostalgic today as he strolled off down the Canadian street. He sported a t-shirt that said, simply, "meh.", jeans, a Puma baseball cap, loafers, and a hoodie. Headphones were around his neck, blaring 'Love is Darkness' by Sander Van Doorn. He bounced somewhat as he walked and sipped a Blue Raspberry Icee with vigor. Slender fingers coiled around the cup, covering the length around the cup easily. He slipped into the small CD Store, scooting to the Electro section and browsing, humming to himself.

Rosie:

"Yeah, okay! I'll see you later, mom!" Vic shouted as he strode out the front door of the "perfect" white picket-fence house he lived in. His red Volkswagon Beetle of about a year awaited him, practically purring in anticipation to be driven. "My throne awaits," Vic mumbled under his breath, fumbling with his keys. Shiny leather interior and "New Car" air-freshener scent attempted to comfort him as he slumped against the driver's seat, dark brown hair being forced into a state of shagginess that was unintended, but Vic didn't care. Either way he felt like shit, so either way he must look it. He inhaled deeply and started the car.

"What the hell am I doing today?" Evergreen trees, probably thrice as tall as Vic lined the sides of the road. He had told his mom he had a date in town, but that definitely wasn't true. He shook his head in remembrance of his response of "Yes" to his mom's question of "A date?! Oh, Victor Harmide! Is she pretty?" Good thing he was a good liar. Who would date him anyway? Vic pondered what was just said to himself. Well, he said he was going to town and that was the direction he was headed so...