Post by lizz on Jul 27, 2009 14:10:12 GMT -4
TALK TO ME I'M TORN
i c a n g e t l o s t i n a v o i c e l i k e y o u r s
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[/size]tupid thoughts always ran through denver’s head. always the worst case scenarios plaguing her. there was a constant worry with denver, something about jude falling in love with anyone but her and leaving her. it just. it worried her so much. she knew it was stupid to think about it. the fangirls were always going to be there, always trying to hang around and getting something out of jude. denver would sometimes think of jude giving what the fans would want. give into the temptation of another and would leave her. whenever the worry would crowd too close in her body, almost take her over and she would shake and worry, this is what she did. she would smoke up. sure, it wasn’t the best idea, but weed was weed. besides, why would want to go against your good old friend marijuana?- - - it was humid. denver’s eyes were hooded by the heavy smoke that curled around the tour bus. she remembers the air conditioning pumping out cool air as if it was life or death. the joint held in her petite fingers was burning, sending a happy warmth through her fingers. the smoked that curled around in her throat for a few seconds dipped and turned into a happy goo. as if there was something sticky and sweet landing in her stomach. her smile was wide, white teeth visible as she giggled. the bunk was cozy, the curtain drawn closed around her small frame. denver usually got high by herself, since jude was usually hanging out with people or getting mauled by fan girls. there was a comforting sense whenever she would spark up by herself. the warmth that spread through her bones would calm the paranoia that always ran rapidly in her veins. always made her worry about what would happen.
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- - - d[/size]enver placed the rolled up joint against her smooth pale lips. the ending tip gleamed bright orange as she took a deep breath. the euphoria rushed inside of her, tapping along her bones and nerves and trailing down her thighs. the smoke left her lips easily, trailing around her lips as it raced out of her mouth. her hand swiped against the curtain to the bunk, the scratchy material vibrating against her soft finger tips. there’s a feeling of a want to escape, as she looked around in the bunk. she suddenly felt small, like she was only two feet tall and she couldn’t do anything about it. denver felt fear gripping at her back as she swiped at the curtain and pulled it back, and got out of the bunk.
- - - e[/size]verything rushed together when she got up. everything meshed together in her eyes. the bunk pressed against each other and suddenly broke apart. denver shook her head and raked a hand through her tangled brown hair. her tight covered legs carried her to the front of the tour bus. she mumbled a hello to anyone who might be there, and there might've not even be anyone there. her eyes were too cloudy for her to even care about it. the floor was spinning underneath her. she looked at the floor and laughed loud and brash and twirled with the spinning floor, the high still clinged tightly to her bones.
- - - h[/size]er mind was hazy. her body swayed back and forth when she was done spinning. the insides of her head felt like a blender or something. all the contents of her mind spun round and round. she realized that no one was on the bus. they were probably off somewhere doing something productive with their time. denver’s head stopped spinning after a while, her stomach swimming. she should’ve eaten something before getting high. looking around, denver didn't find anything fun for her in the front of the bus and sighed heavily. turning around, she went back to her bunk.
- - - t[/size]he ceiling was fun to look at, denver thought to herself. her head tilted to the side a bit, taking in the shifting blobs that her eyes made up. her hands lifted up, her finger tips traced the lines of the meshing forms that her mind provided her with. her brown bloodshot eyes closed for more than a few seconds, the dancing colors of bright blue and dark purple dancing around the never ending canvas of black. her arms eventually fell on the concave skin of her stomach, the pads of her fingers drummed against her skin. her breaths were deep and drawn out, the soothing feeling took over every bone in her small body.
- - - d[/size]rugs were always a funny thing when it came down to denver. drugs were the main influence that one night a few years ago when denver was raped. if she thought about it, she could still feel the effects of the date rape that was slipped into her drink. if she let herself think about it, she could still remember the next day. when she woke up in the bed, her clothes rumpled, but her underwear scrunched up on the floor. she remembered the feeling that leaped into her stomach, the searing hot nervous feeling that touched every part of her. it was funny because drugs were one of the main things that kept denver stable. that kept her from not wobbling down too far in the blue or soaring too high in the white, just kept her down in the gray. keep her neutral.
- - - f[/size]ootsteps. denver sat up and listened closely to the footsteps. they echoed and dragged out and she giggled. her fingers wrapped around the scratchy cloth of the curtain and pushed it back. she grabbed at the long shirt tail, pulling them back gently. she looked up and says, “ i’m really baked right now, haha[/size][/color].” she wanted to touch jude’s blue eyes the blue bright and inviting, but instead bended and reached for the little baggie in her bunk. sitting up again, she swung the little baggie, hoping to make it seem inviting and tempting. “we can share and stuff, if you want. i mean, i’m still pretty buzzed, but i mean. yeah. we can share and cuddle. we need to cuddle, judy[/size].” she said with a little smile, the movements still slow in her body.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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NOTES: i lav you and sorry this sucks, lol.
but awwwwww dude. c: