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Post by tatiana3 on Jul 18, 2009 16:26:24 GMT -4
SHAKE DOWN ON A SATURDAYsit back, gotta catch my breath -- * [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Chelsea loved the heat. She loved the feeling of a cool breeze on warm skin, how icy water would taste so great and quenching, and how even though nearly everyone was sweaty and uncomfortable, it was so much better than being freezing and unhappy. She was used to the heat too, after all she was a Cali girl from birth, and it was nice to feel at home even though she would be so far away over the course of the next summer. Although, despite the comforts that ninety plus degree temperature brought, Chelsea still found herself sitting on a bench in the shade, just close enough to the food stands that she could smell them all without it being overwhelming. This was probably the most chaotic place around tour, other than the crowds right in front of the stages, just because hungry teens were cranky teens and they often snipped at each other for ‘cutting’ or other immature and childish acts. There was so much going on too, whether it was workers yelling to advertise their cheaper prices or people getting upset when the stands ran out of their favorite kind of pizza. From her seat she could be out of the way but still close to see everything that was going on, a people watching habit that she had formed since childhood. She didn’t find it weird to glance upon crowds and notice weird quirks about them, especially since she knew she was silently judged like this every day. All the perks of being a girl crew member for a party hardy band, she supposed.
The girl rested her chin in her hand, leaning forward to look across the horizon that was laid out behind the stands. The six PM sun was sitting just off to the side, providing herself with nice shade and the crowd with some too, from the tops of the stands themselves. There were few clouds in the sky, and there was no way that it was going to rain today, but she liked watching and wishing them away anyways. Despite everything that was going on around her, she was still calm and peaceful, an attribute that had been picked up after years of practice dealing with a frantic mother and a nana who couldn’t seem to take a chill pill if her life depended on it. A soft breeze gently ran through the crowd, making everyone seem to relax if just for a second. It blew the hair out of her face and she thought about how she would go outside on days like these, sit under the lilac tree in her back yard, and fall asleep with the sun wrapping its warm rays around her body. Yes, it seemed as if others were frustrated with the heat, but the only thing Chelsea could feel about it was appreciation and respect. Her white knee-length skirt had spread out on the bench beside her, and she tucked her legs underneath her body to sit cross legged. Her top was from her bathing suit, as it was a particularly warm day and she felt comfortable enough wearing it around. And she looked too sweet to be called names about her attire, so there was no worry there. There was only one way to describe how she felt on this warm summer tour, and that was comfortable.
She noticed a familiar face amongst the unknown ones; a boy she had met during the little ‘get to know your tour mates’ parties that had gone on quite a bit before the tour actually started. Besides, she was friends with Sadie, who was in his band. Hayden Channing was undoubtedly adorable, and Chelsea would have to admit that she did find his company enjoyable to an extent that she had developed a small crush. A bit of admiration, really. She had never been able to play any instruments, she wasn’t that coordinated and stuck to the art of the camera rather than music. Being on tour meant seeing all of the bands live quite a few times over the course of the season, coming with the territory of having only an hour job each day. She’d seen him play earlier that day, and he was good. All For Scarlet was one of her favorite bands signed by Past Twelve records, just barely trailing behind Divide By Zero but of course she was biased, because she was paid to like ‘her’ own band. As he came into view better, and appeared to be looking in her general direction, she lifted her other arm and waved slightly, her chin still propped up by her hand, her mouth breaking into a wide grin. There were some people who wore their hearts on their sleeves, but Chels’s was tattooed on her forehead, and there was no way that anyone could ever call her good at hiding feelings or keeping secrets or even telling lies. There was no point in hiding anything really, because the whole point of life was to try new things, have confidence, and to put yourself out there, right?
She motioned with her once-waving hand for him to come over, hoping that she had caught his attention and not some random person’s who happened to be in his general vicinity. She mouthed “come here!” and laughed; it was strange how even the sounds she made could come out bubbly and sweet and happy all the time, not just her voice. She then realized that it would have been much more practical to just come up and talk to him herself, and it probably would have been easier to boot, but there was nothing she could do now, but sit and wait. She could always jump up and walk over to him if her tactics failed to work, because she did want to comment on how well his band played today. She tried to do things like that all the time, and whenever she saw any band member that she knew, she’d stop to say hi and see when their daily set was, because she liked to be involved in this process. She was in the middle of a summer tour that kids begged their parents to go to, who wouldn’t take advantage of every minute of it?
notes, i ramble a lot, and suck at first posts, sorry ): tagged, jess as hayden channing D: words, 1048, but these'll get longer.
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Post by jessica1 on Jul 18, 2009 19:12:34 GMT -4
HAYDEN PRETTY MUCH FELT LIKE A BIG MESS OF SWEATY YUCK. Nevada was definitely a hot place, hotter than New York had ever been. He did not find himself complaining about it to other people, but it didn't go unnoticed. How could anyone not observe the dry, scorching heat? Jeez, he was like a damn marshmallow, stuck on a stick and lowered in to the dancing flames. There were pros of such warmth, though. For instance, Hayden had never been a sun kissed boy, but hey, who knows? Perhaps this summer, that would all change. He was expecting everything to change, this time around. For crying out loud, All for Scarlet was signed! Either he was still asleep, or his wildest dreams had come true within a blink of his hazel eyes. No matter how real it all seemed, Hayden was in fact, holding on to a piece of denial. The only goal the boy was thinking about, was a shower. And possibly about a churro. Yeah, a churro. The plethora of food stands were tempting beyond belief, but he doubted he was carrying enough money in the deep pockets of his skinny jeans. It was not everyday he got free food. Nah, only when there was a particularly flirty cashier, or whatever they were called. Hayden could say he didn't use the fact that he was in one of the performing bands to his advantage, but then that would be a lie, and he was attempting to cut down on the fibs. The eighteen year old itched at the side of his face, as he milled through a see of people, ignoring when some underage fan squealed his name. He adored his fans, truly he did, but sometimes he just needed to be alone. Hayden loved the sun, except for the fact that, it lulled you to sleep. Even as he moved, the boy felt like he was ambling in slow motion, and the only way to fix it was to dump cold water on your hair, or something. Which was exactly what he had done! Hayden shook his head, sending little water drops and sweat flying from his dark colored locks and neck.
A COOL BREEZE DESCENDED ON THE FESTIVAL, and Hayden sighed with relief, tilting his chin to look up at the sky. The sun would be setting soon, he couldn't really believe how quick the time flew. Clouds lazily drifted over the horizon, but he highly doubted they would come any further. Ever day, he had looked upon them, and every day, they had gotten no closer. It was most rude of them, Hayden would appreciate the feeling of rain on his smooth skin. It was Hayden's nature to be relaxed, but now as a cool shade shadowed the kids and adults, he felt completely at peace. The nagging feeling at the back of his head, that told him he needed to shower, died a bit, as he went on his merry way. Everything seemed so glamorous about this tour. Even the light breeze, and the little toddlers covered in cotton candy. He figured that kids that age were dragged along, just because busy parents had nothing else to do with them. Hayden wasn't really in to authority figures. For an example, he disliked his parents very much. Especially his mother. Tahlia, his sister, and him would always be in their backyard playing around when she had to interrupt. There was no time to be a child back in New York, and that was perhaps one of the reasons, he acted like a four year old, now. There was no one to stop him from doing so, why not? Hayden breathed in the smells, and watched the normal humans that had come to enjoy the music. His eyes widened and the boy turned on his heels, walking backward, as a couple of pretty girls sauntered by. He was a sucker for a pretty face, and body. That was the thing that pulled him in, and after that, then Hayden would actually try to get to know a person. They disappeared in the crowd, heading toward some other band's set. Hayden snorted and swung the correct way, getting a glimpse of a bench. Almost instantly, he recognized the heavenly figure seated there, and stopped dead in his tracks.
CHELSEA DE TORRES, THAT GIRL WAS SOMETHING ELSE. He wanted to bother her, bad, but she didn't seem to notice him. Hayden had first met her in a band, crew get together thing. He had his eyes on her instantly, and they sort of just clicked. That beautiful person thing, got him interested in her. Chelsea's cheerful face triggered something in him, that got him to first talk to her. Hayden found her adorably cute, and a pleasure to have in his company. Right as he was beginning to take a step away, she lifted an arm and waved in his direction. Unsure, Hayden cast a glance behind him, frowning a bit. No one the photographer knew, except for him, was around. With a spark of triumph, he grinned a white smile back at her. Chelsea mouthed something that looked like a, “come here!” and he willingly headed her way. It did not matter if she hadn't motioned for him to come, he probably would have talked himself in to it. She was way to good to pass up. Nonchalantly, he took a seat beside her, slumping on the bench. " Hey Chelsea! " He smirked, looking up at her, from his lowered position. The young man studied her hair and face, the side smile tugging at his lips, showing no sign of vanishing from his features. Hayden squirmed in his seat like a five year old boy, who has ants in his pants. He lifted his shirt over his head, and slung it around his neck, drying it somewhat. " Damn, that feels good. " He snickered, wishing she would laugh again. His hazel iris's flicked to her's, curiosity in his eyes. " What are you doing here? Don't you and your camera have a certain Jude to photograph? " He purred, his voice velvety and full of confidence.
HAYDEN RAISED AN ARCHED EYEBROW, and crossed his arms over his chest. As he waited for a reply of some sort, his gaze traveled down her neck and to her attire. She seemed kind of bold to chill out at a huge concert in nothing but a bathing suit top and mini skirt. Well, he didn't have a problem with it, no not at all, but there weren't that many chicks hanging out in the same clothes she was. Hayden didn't care if she noticed, shouldn't she take it as a compliment? Hayden had thought about her before, like that. But, he was trying not to be such a horny guy. He was good at not thinking like that, too. Hayden wasn't those guys that were only interested in the opposite sex, for sex. Nah, he didn't want to get in to Chelsea's pants. Not now, at least. Oh gosh, he sounded like a pervert.
word count: 1183 notes: iloveyou, this was ew music:therapy - all time low tag:tati as chelsea
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Post by tatiana3 on Jul 19, 2009 1:27:32 GMT -4
SHAKE DOWN ON A SATURDAYsit back, gotta catch my breath -- * [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Chelsea’s lips turned up when she saw him coming closer, as he obviously saw her distracting arm motions and figured he could come say hello. She giggled as he looked around, making sure she was trying to get him over, not someone else - - it was cute, she had to admit. His smile grew and so did hers, his happiness reflecting off onto her. She was like that, she was a mood sucker; every time someone was upset, she couldn’t help but to feel it too. Happy people instantly made her cheerful as well, and so on. It sometimes got her into trouble, because for some reason people who were mad enough to kill didn’t like being around people who were also angry, but for the most part it made her apathetic and a good shoulder to cry on. However, she was usually around people as cheerful and excited as she was, so that was never a big problem. He looked cool and collected as he slumped over next to her, his entire demeanor radiating coolness. Not temperature wise, of course, but attitude wise. No wonder he was a musician - - because all of them had to have that confidence, that collected air of refinement and poise… okay, maybe not to that extent, but they were all pretty sure of themselves, or at least had the ability to put on that front.
“Hey Hayden.” She replied, her voice as innocent and sweet as usual. Her face scrunched a little in an inwards giggle as she realized how similar the two words were, the greeting and his name. He probably got that a lot, so she didn’t comment on that. She could feel his eyes on her, always able to detect that burning feeling on her skin that didn’t come from the sun, but rather eyes on her. She didn’t mind usually, especially since the smirk that was plastered on his pretty face obviously meant that he wasn’t unhappy with sitting with her, in fact it implied quite the opposite. She wasn’t one to over think things though, so she focused more on him. Just as she was about to open her mouth to comment on how well his set went today, his fingers moved to his shirt and peeled it off, trying to cool off in this heat. Obviously someone wasn’t as used to the sun as she was. She reached down to her shoulder bag and pulled out a half frozen water bottle, setting it out in front of him. Her eyes focused on it rather than his chest, because she knew that if she got just one glance it would be for too long and he would notice. Although she did figure he had a nice body, just because he seemed like the type to care about appearances. “I bet.” She answered, her own personal sense of confidence slightly shining through. “Water?” She offered, her eyes darting back up to his face. His eyes were already focused on hers, and being a person with a healthy self esteem, she held his eye contact.
Chelsea smiled again as he talked about her own job, solidifying in her mind that at least he remembered her, and her own profession. She had been mistaken for a merch girl one too many times in her life time, and was glad that she finally got some recognition, even if it was from a friend. Could she consider him a friend? “Already been done, but thanks for checking up on me.” She answered, challenging him just a little bit. “Besides, he really does get old to look at, despite what underage girls believe…” It was true, she was one of the few girls who didn’t stop and stare every time Jude walked around tour with his shirt off. He was a friend, nothing more, and she didn’t like to look at her friends like that, no matter how nice of abs they had. She still did her job though, and she wouldn’t say this straight out but she personally felt like she did a good job. Most of the images that she took would end up on the internet, some on their MySpace and others on their personal webpage, to be used for God knows what. From the amount of page views those pictures got every day, she figured some people most stalk them, but it was all okay with her - - after all, they were stalking the pictures that -she- took, and that admittedly felt pretty damn good.
At least Chelsea wouldn’t have to worry about staring at his shirtless body, because his arms moved to cover it pretty well. She looked down at her own attire when he did, and she felt a little blood rush to her cheeks - - a little color did the face good, right? It wasn’t like she walked around like that to ask for attention, it was just the easiest and coolest outfit she could find. It was practical because she could shoot in it, and afterwards she could walk around and not have to worry about getting too warm in pants or t-shirts (the majority of the ones that she owned were black, and therefore not practical). Of course she noticed him noticing, but she wasn’t going to comment on that just because she wasn’t the type of girl to point out being checked out. She didn’t really like it when girls acted too confident, almost cocky. She would never ask a guy about where his eyes were, nor would she be obnoxious about it and make a show out of stopping him. By wearing her attire, she was bound to have some people look at her and frown, and some who would look at her and grin a little too widely, but she knew this before she got dressed this morning - - a good part about being a De Torres was that you never cared what strangers thought about you, because they honestly couldn’t hurt you with their opinions. You wouldn’t ever see them again, so really, why did they matter?
Chelsea lifted her head from her hand and turned towards him, leaning her elbow out on the edge of the table and now resting her hand just above her ear; the warmth made her sleepy and this helped her to stay awake, not to mention it was more comfortable. She’d rather be able to hold a conversation with him while looking him in the eye, without having the distractions of all of the hundreds of people in front of them to, well, distract her. Her smile never left her face in the first place, her pearly whites looking especially nice in this lighting. “So, you played especially well today, I caught your set.” Her intentions of saying this before had been stopped with the removal of clothing, but it wasn’t going to stop her from telling him her honest opinion about the day’s music. “I mean, the entire band was good. But I really am amazed by your guitar playing. You’re really good.” She bit her lip and looked down at her knees for a moment, a little embarrassed that she had just reiterated the fact that she paid special attention to him during the band’s set, although she could always play it off. Her eyes gazed back into his, and there was no doubt in her mind that any smoothness that she had previously had about keeping her feelings secret had vanished.
notes, i ramble a lot, and suck at most posts, sorry ): <3 tagged, jess as hayden channing D: words, 1254, says word. see i do get longer D:
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Post by jessica1 on Jul 19, 2009 13:33:45 GMT -4
HE WAS MOSTLY ALWAYS IN A GOOD MOOD, being bipolar didn’t effect him much. It was only once in awhile those feelings of depression and anger came on. Besides those times, his disorder didn’t bother him much. He realized at home it happened more, than out on tour. Perhaps it was because he didn’t feel like he was on such a choke chain, like he was in New York. Hayden liked the way Chelsea’s lips curved up, as she smiled back at him. He noticed that she was a girl that radiated any kind of emotion anyone else was feeling. She usually was around him when he was in an acceptable attitude, he was a bit curious to how pleasurable her company was, when she was downcast. To be honest, that was something he couldn’t imagine from her. Chelsea always came off as a creature in one of his sister’s old fairy tale books. She was prettier, and more peaceful, full of creativity. He loved her work; she was a fantastic photographer. He couldn’t help but feel like he was sitting next to some wood nymph, in her company. Hayden did not know how he came off. He seemed like a regular dude to himself, the boy had no clue why everyone seemed so desperate to meet him and his band. Excluding the fact that, they were signed by a great record label, that could have something to do with it. Hayden did not know how to be anything but himself, he had never tried to act ‘cool’ or ‘collected’. If anything, it came natural, pft. Alright, he wasn’t that self-confident. HER SWEET, CHILD-LIKE REPLY echoed in his ears, and he blinked in response. He was used to hearing how similar ‘hey’ and ‘hayden’ sounded. It was something to start a conversation about, and it broke the ice between him and some people, plenty times before. He didn’t make an effort to chat about that, the way she moved her features, told him she had observed it. It was nice to relax after a set, he always liked to recline somewhere, with some one. Hayden was an active kid, he had a well built stamina, but running around on a huge stage for thirty minutes to an hour, did wear a person out. And then there was always concentrating on the correct notes and chords to play, and so on. His gaze traveled down to her fingers reaching in to her bag, and he watched as she revealed a half-frozen water bottle. Little beads of water formed all over the plastic, condensation occurring from the Nevada heat. “I bet.” He grunted lightly in turn, lifting a hand to his hair, and brushing it out of his face. She met his eyes, and Hayden dropped his hand back to his lap, biting on the inside of his cheek. “ It is so much hotter here, than New York. “ Italy was a warm place, but it had been awhile since Hayden had returned to his birth home. The boy pursed his lips, mulling over thoughts, and trying to think about something to say. Small talk drove him crazy, but with Chelsea, it always was okay. Just being with her, was enough, but he still had to make an effort. “Water?” He hadn’t expected her to offer him the liquid, and he wasn’t going to bother her for any. But, since she had. “ Hell yes! “ He exclaimed, grinning, and grasping the object from off the bench. Hayden twisted the cap with his quick fingers, and held it up to his soft lips. Little things, like the way cold water felt in his mouth on a hot, summer day, was what he appreciated. Hayden moved it away from his face, and nodded at her in thanks. THE FANS DIDN’T GIVE ENOUGH CREDIT to the band crews. Hayden absolutely loved his crew, some of the people in it were his best friends. For example, Jasey Rae Dobson. He could hang out with her for hours, and they would talk about stupid things or do stupid things. Hayden thanked them a ton, for advertising for the band or moving all their heavy equipment around. However, he didn’t find the time to help them with their work, whenever they were setting up, he was somewhere practicing or talking to eager girls on the other side of fences. Not being useful when he could, bothered him, he always attempted to help, but ended up goofing around, in the end. “Already been done, but thanks for checking up on me.” He tilted his head to the side, to glance at her, his eyebrows knitting together, as he snickered at her. “ Well, the girl is on top of things. “ He laughed gently at her sass, and took another swig of water. Ah, Chelsea didn’t cease to amuse him. She was innocent, like a kitten, but there were those times when she uttered a harmless challenge. “Besides, he really does get old to look at, despite what underage girls believe…” The eighteen year old barred his teeth in a friendly grin, and shifted on the wooden bench to look at her. Chelsea’s words trailed off, and a light of interest sparkled in Hayden’s eyes. “ I’ll be sure to tell him you think that way. “ The male joked, flicking his dark brown hair away. Jude was a good guy, and a great musician, older but maybe not more mature. Everyone seemed older than him, even Chelsea was, ( that wouldn’t stop him from flirting with her any ) but he could act older than everyone else, if he truly wanted. Hayden liked to have fun and act like there was no care in the world, but he could tighten up and get serious, if the need be. But, no one needed to be that serious on a music tour. It was all about letting the good times roll. “ C’mon now Chels, you can’t tell me you don’t think Jude is so hot. “ He gave her a ‘ get real ‘ look, and smirked his laughter. He teased girls all the time in to blushing and fumbling for words, although, he didn’t think Chelsea would fall for it. Underage girls, yeah, he had his fair share of those. Hayden was as nice to them as possible, without trying to seem uninterested in how they tried to grab his attention.
HE HAD TAKEN HIS EYES OFF HER BODY awhile ago, but he suppressed a grin, and tried not to feel prideful as she looked down at her clothes. A pink tint spread over her cheeks, and Hayden bit down on his lip to keep from commenting. She wasn’t red like that all the time, was it something he said, maybe did? Hayden rolled his shoulders, as if to shrug it off. Earlier, he had noticed a few people giving her dirty looks as they shepherd their kids along. Hayden hated people like that. What more would you expect from an event that teenagers usually go to? And besides, she should get some props for coming out in public in that. She looked great, and seemed confident enough, leave her alone. Hayden scanned the sea of faces, ducking behind his water bottle as some kids that had stopped him previously in the day, passed by. She propped herself up against the structure so she could look at him without trouble and block out all the other people. It was also a way to tell them that they were holding a conversation, go away. His eyes flicked to her lips and he studied her smile, and watched as they moved when she spoke. “So, you played especially well today, I caught your set.” Hayden brightened, sitting up straighter and making eye contact with her. He liked to hear about the way the band played, and he was apart of the band. “ Oh really, you liked it? “ That was a stupid question, didn’t everyone like All for Scarlet? Hayden didn’t mean to come off as cocky, but he was happy with where his band had gotten. Now that he recalled, he thought he had spied a girl that looked similar to Chelsea, while prancing around on the stage. “I mean, the entire band was good. But I really am amazed by your guitar playing. You’re really good.” The boy breathed in the fresh air, as she spoke, his heart beating a little faster, trying not to tease her anymore. Chelsea came off to him as trying to hide the fact that she had been watching him play. If anything, it pleased him and gave him a boost of confidence, he didn’t need. People were always stroking his ego. She looked away from him for a few moments, before lifting her head up and staring in to his eyes. Hayden licked his lips, looking her straight in the face. “ No need to flatter me, Chelsea. “ He replied gently, letting his arms slide to his sides. He had to admit he was a bit confused; she had just praised him for his playing and basically told him she was watching him through the set. There was nothing special about him, but why was it he got the feeling that she thought there was something different about him? Hayden smiled at her and broke the eye contact, the feeling of intensity between them dissolving. “ So, what are we doing this evening? ” He inquired, casually letting her know she wasn’t getting rid of him. word count: 1597 notes: hrm. music: damned if I do ya - all time low tag: tati as chelsea
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Post by tatiana3 on Jul 19, 2009 16:10:41 GMT -4
SHAKE DOWN ON A SATURDAYsit back, gotta catch my breath -- * [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] He didn’t touch her water at first, probably not wanting to make any rash assumptions as to the reason she took it out of her bag and set it on the table in front of them. He certainly looked tired, and she could understand that. She herself got tired just from watching Jude run around the stage, and from having to switch sides back and forth to try to photograph everyone in the band equally. It was hardest to get pictures of the drummer; he was always behind one of the band members, and she liked to get personal shots too, just because it was kind of sucky to only have pictures with other people in them too. Of course, she captured the great moments as well, like when Jude would sling his arm around Sebastian’s shoulders or something equally as fun and capture worthy. She had a good eye for it, that’s for sure. “You’re from New York?” She asked, her curiosity taking over. Sure, the rest of the band was from there, she knew that, but he didn’t seem like the typical NYC boy. Although, that taught her to judge a book by its cover. She could tell he was thinking, thinking about what to say next, but luckily the water saved the say. She watched him take a sip and grinned - - the boy did look parched, and that seemed to help. She always liked to be a caring hand in any kind of situation, especially one that could result in dehydration or worse. She tucked her hair behind her ears, her eyes scanning the crowd once more, just to make sure no one was watching. Not like it mattered, but it still got uncomfortable sometimes. And she didn’t want to be interrupted by one of his fans, because that had happened with some of her other ‘famous’ friends before. That was another reason she preferred to be friends with the crew members, because they weren’t harassed quite as often and candid pictures of them didn’t usually end up on the internet. All she could recall was this really horrid picture of her talking to Jude that wound up on some girl’s flickr…oh, that was awful.
Chelsea bit her lip and nodded, not in a nervous way but in a tone that said that she was trying to keep her self confidence in check. She never had an ego problem, she was too nice for that, but she was used to compliments and she knew that she did good work. Maybe she was a little more confident on the inside and in her own head, but she would never talk about herself as if she were a goddess in the real world; self promotion like that wasn’t her cup of tea. “Go ahead and tell him!” She said with a laugh. Really, it would be good to keep that boy’s own ego in check. She wished there were more girls like herself, just opinions-about-Jude-wise, because she knew it made Denver a little jealous when it came to the hundreds and thousands of girls trying to steal her boyfriend. Denver was her best friend, and therefore Jude was the best friend’s boyfriend; of course she didn’t think of him like that. And while he was an attractive man, she wasn’t attracted to him, if that made any sense at all. She thought for a second and then remembered that Hayden was a good two years younger than her, a fact that had slipped her mind until now. It didn’t matter to her, as she found age to be just a number as long as it didn’t get too out of control. She wondered if he knew she was already twenty, or if it had slipped his mind as well. Hopefully that wouldn’t matter to him, not like it should. She thought too much about these things sometimes, but who really knew? He looked at her, that look that said, “don’t lie, I’ll know if you are.” She shook her head softly, her hair falling from its position of being tucked behind her ears to falling to frame her face. “Honestly, I don’t!” She exclaimed, thinking of Denver once more. “And he’s dating my best friend, sooooo.” She finished, although she wouldn’t be interested in him even if he was single. He wasn’t her type, to be honest. Not like she really had a type, but still.
She breathed a soft laugh as he hid his face behind her water bottle, obviously trying to hide from fans, or maybe a certain select few who had been stalking him, she didn’t know for sure. It wasn’t a great attempt, seeing as it was just a water bottle and someone could easily identify him by his attire if they had seen him before that day, but she appreciated it anyways. Their body language was now such that they were obviously deep in conversation, not to be bothered. She liked to think that most fans and most people out here were respectful enough to not want to interrupt people who looked to be friends, because she knew for a fact that some fans were scared to approach band members unless they were either on their own or with the rest of their band. She was like that as a young teenager, and she went to shows not too often but enough to meet a few famous people in her time. She personally only went up to band members when they were standing around the merch tables, just because she hated to be a bother. That fact still stood true to today, the whole not wanting to be an annoyance to anyone. That’s why she always tried to guess the person’s mood before approaching them, though sometimes she failed at that too. Famous people were different than normal people though. She was very outgoing with most people that she met around tour and in her daily life, always being the kind of person to say hi to a stranger or to even make a little small talk in the line at the grocery store. Sometimes ‘normal’ people needed attention, attention that those who had fan sites and hundreds of thousands of friends on MySpace really didn’t have a use for. She figured they appreciated that too, how some people could be fans of the music without obsessing over the people who made it. Again, she had too much first hand experience with that.
“Yeah, I did. All For Scarlet is one of my favorite bands, you know.” She hoped that helped to not seem like she was there just for him, because that entire statement was true. Gare’s voice was pretty, there was no doubt about that. Besides, she couldn’t help but to be amused at how many redheads were involved in that band, whether they were in it or just crew. How was it possible that such a minority could be a majority somewhere? It was really insane, and it made her giggle a little picturing everyone else in the band with red hair. Yeah, it definitely look a special someone to pull it off. She had to grin when he licked his lips, all traces of water now gone. They did look soft, she had to admit. “I’m not trying to flatter you.” She defended honestly, sitting up a little more as her side started to hurt from her position. “Maybe I’m just trying to butter you up so that you’ll teach me how to play as well as you do.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, her eyebrows raising to be the perfect puppy dog face. She didn’t press the subject any further though, and instead let him ask his question that was worded ever so carefully. “We?” She questioned, repeating his use of a personal pronoun. “Well, I was going to get some food, and you’re more than welcome to join me.” She stretched her legs out and swung them onto the side of the bench, standing up to stretch and to possibly join him in some grub. She looked down at him, her hair falling from either side of her face, and then offered her hand to help him up. She looked around at all of the tents, and tried to think of something that she could eat without dying. She was allergic to, well, too many things for her liking, ranging from a few various fruit to peanuts. She couldn’t have dairy either, because she was allergic to that too. At least she had gotten over her garlic allergy, otherwise she would have been very, very unhappy. She could always rely on the small stash of food that she had hidden away on the Divide By Zero bus, things that she wouldn’t let anyone else have except Denver when she was high and just needed some food.
notes, off to the food stands they go? tagged, jess as hayden channing D: words, 1482, says word. see i do get longer D:
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Post by jessica1 on Jul 19, 2009 17:34:41 GMT -4
THERE WERE DIFFERENT KINDS OF ADRENALINE RUSHES from a concert. There was the adrenaline when you were in the crowd, and when you were up on the long stage, with different colored lights on your back. Hayden was lucky enough to experience both of those. His favorite had to be on stage, though. He was only human, and he had to admit that he always got nervous before a set. It didn't matter how many times he did it, everytime he studied the young kids in the crowd and whooped and hollered just to make it fun, he tried to get rid of the butterflies in the pit of his stomach. The boy often wondered if the band members in Aerosmith or Metallica ever got a case of stage fright. Hayden had chatted with the 'famous' persons his age, and they seemed to share his feelings. Usually, by the time All for Scarlet's first song had ended, he was comfortable looking down on the crowd. It annoyed him sometimes, how there were huge bodyguards standing behind fences in front of the stage. A lot of the time, Hayden wished he could really just connect, personally with the fans, but he supposed that was what signings were for. Seriously, he didn't want to be raped or mauled at such a young age. “You’re from New York?” Her question was a little bit, ..odd to him. The band was described as ' right out of the big apple ' . Of course he was from New York, sort of. " Well, I was born in Italy ," He shrugged, and nodded in her general direction, not exactly at her. " My family moved to New York when I was younger. " Ah, Italy. He missed Europe, a ton. The food was so much better, and it felt more like home. Sure, America was great, tons of people in third world countries wanted to come to the states, but the romantic city would always be his true home. " Maybe I'll take you there some day, eh? " He said out of the blue, his lips tugging in to a flirty side smile. The boy was kidding, but no joke, if she wanted to go, he'd be happy to take her. Shoot, he'd probably have more fun than her if they took a trip to Italy.
AND THERE WAS THAT LIP BITING THING, again. He absolutely loved it when she did the little action, then she looked more like a little girl than ever. Well, he wasn't lusting after a little girl, hell no. Her personality favored a little girl, but everything else was one hundred ten percent woman. In fact, Hayden couldn't understand why Chelsea wasn't more of a bitch. He didn't want her to be a bitch, but she was hot. He noticed how the other guy's in crews and bands looked at her, unless they were gay. Which there were some of those around here. Perhaps bitch wasn't the correct word, neither was whore. Why wasn't she more...cocky? Yeah, that could work. Chelsea didn't exactly have a huge ego, unlike him, on his part, he was pretty good at hiding his ego. “Go ahead and tell him!” She giggled, and Hayden let out a weak laugh in turn. Nothing was funny enough to make him go off, but she was contagious to him. He grinned, and raised an eyebrow, as if to challenge her, she shouldn't think he wouldn't, because he would. Jude shouldn't get to unsettled over that. So what, one girl didn't think he was that amazing? “Honestly, I don’t!” That was relief to him, some what. He didn't press the issue, instead he glanced at her, serenly. " What do you think is 'hot', then? " He inquired, shamelessly, gazing at her intently. The male was curious to know, not that he thought he had a chance, it was sort of a hobby to him, to get a girl to spill what she thought attractive in a dude. “And he’s dating my best friend, sooooo.” Hayden snickered, shaking his head. " I've had my fair share of that..." The guitarist mumbled in to the water bottle, rather then to the girl. It wasn't something you shared, but it happened to slip out, and he quickly clamped his lips shut.
THE BOTTLE DIDN'T PROVE TO PROVIDE ENOUGH shelter, to not be identified, but fortunately, the girls didn't look his way. He breathed a sigh of relief, as Chelsea laughed, and smiled. She would be surprised how much he and his band members got mobbed, or not, she probably knew. But, it did happen on occasion. And it was definitely damn scary. That was probably the down of being in a signed, famous band. Hayden would hate to be Hannah Montana, that 'celebrity' had five year olds basically crawling all over her. No thank you! Hayden had met some rather shy fans and then the bold ones, out of the two groups he appreciated the bashful ones, more. They were mostly respectful and didn't throw themselves at him. Oh, you know, they were...themselves? Hayden was a band person himself, he wasn't shy to meet people in other bands, now. It was kind of just like introducing yourself to a long lost family member, or something similar. “Yeah, I did. All For Scarlet is one of my favorite bands, you know.” He had been resting his head on one of his knees, ( which he had pulled up, foot propped on the bench ) but he instantly snapped his neck to look at her. Ha! All for Scarlet was one of her favorites, hm? Hayden liked the sound of that, " Woah, we just might be good, if we got to that status. " The young man laughed, scratching at his wet hair. Sadie and him were one of the few brunettes. It was hilarious how half the crew actually had redhair. He got to go around calling his friends firecrotch all the time. It was pretty fucking fantastic. Hayden wasn't to worried about where his face ended up. He was fully aware there were some creepers out there, but they didn't freak him out as much as some other people. It was really rather flattering that some one cared that much, but at the same time, not at all. Mind fuck.
CHELSEA GRINNED AT HIM, FOR WHAT, he did not know, but he must have done something good to get graced with another one of her special grin's. Hayden returned the gesture, resting his head against the back of the bench. He tilted his neck slightly, so that he could still peer at her. “I’m not trying to flatter you.” The eighteen year old frowned, letting the water bottle sit in his lap, as he cracked his knuckles. " Oh really? You do a great job of it, though. " He stated simply, lips twitching. Looking past her, he placed his hazel orbs on the numerous ads and neon signs. Jeez, he could just sit here forever, and sooner or later, he would have to peel his skinny jean clad legs off the wood and go actually do something. Woah, that sounded weird coming from him, Hayden was an active boy. So, he thoughts reverted back to the age difference. Chelsea was twenty, and he was eighteen. It didn't matter to him, but some people that it was awkward when the man in the relationship was younger. Why? Pfft, who knew. Not saying that they had a relationship... . “Maybe I’m just trying to butter you up so that you’ll teach me how to play as well as you do.” He nonchalantly lifted himself from his slouched position, narrowing his eyes at her. " Alright, see? You're just amazing at handing out compliments, " He held hands up like he was getting told to by a cop, and leaned away from her. A smile burst across his mouth, " Of course I can teach you." He said softly, staring in to her pleading eyes. He looked away, just in case her pouting lips prompted him to do something he would regret. . “Well, I was going to get some food, and you’re more than welcome to join me.” And that, he would do. Hayden had no where to be. He had signed everything, talked to everybody, and played his best. He would happily come along with her, he only hoped she didn't mind the smell of sticky guitar playing boy. He hastily put his shirt back over his head, frowning over it unfurled over the rest of his torso. Hayden took her hand as Chelsea offered it, and nimbly stood up, without using her.
SOMETHING SHIFTED IN HIS BACK POCKET, as he moved, and Hayden quickly remembered his V.I.P pass. The boy paused and retrieved it, quickly slinging the hard fabric over his head. " This will get you some things. " He grinned, slyly. He didn't let go of her hand as they walked, mostly because some people that would recognize him probably wouldn't disturb him if he had physical contact with a gorgeous girl, nor if he were walking close to her. Which he was. In the midst of all the vendos, Hayden glanced down at her hand, and brought it up to him, looking down. The boy studied it for a moment, brushing his fingers delicately over her's and her knuckles. " I can definitely teach you how to play.." Hayden trailed off, smiling sweetly at her, and letting their entwined hands fall back to their sides. word count: 1602 notes: uhm, spell check won't work. sorry! D: music: stella - all time low tag: tati as chelsea
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Post by tatiana3 on Jul 19, 2009 23:18:48 GMT -4
SHAKE DOWN ON A SATURDAYsit back, gotta catch my breath -- * [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Chelsea absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair, it being less curly than it usually would be. She sometimes straightened it, just for the fun of doing something new, but over all liked her natural curls. Not many people had it, and it worked well with her whole look - - Latina princess gone music addict, she supposed. The fact that he was from Italy shouldn’t have surprised her, because he did look different. Thinking about it, he did have a European glow about him, a kind of superiority only not really. “That’s really, really neat.” She answered, her lingo outdated but still applicable, if anything. She wouldn’t claim to be the most hip person in the world, but she did what she wanted words wise. She chose her diction carefully, and strayed away from those annoying fad words like “sick” and “legit.” She’d rather seem smart and maybe a little dorky than be caught using something that obnoxious and hipster. “We’ll see.” She answered quickly, not wanting to take up an offer that may or not be a joke, while not wanting to pass it down in case he was serious. She hadn’t spent enough time around the boy to know whether or not he would honestly offer to take a friend back to the home land, or if it was a line that he used while being completely unserious. His smile was flirtatious and rather cute, causing hers to get bigger too. Luckily she wasn’t self conscious about her smile or her teeth, because otherwise she’d be very unhappy right now. She doubted that her lips fell for even a moment during their conversation, but then again, Chelsea seemed to always be smiling and happy, nothing new, right?
Obviously it was contagious, because he seemed to be smiling and laughing more than she had seen him do either before. He was asking her what she thought to be hot? Well, she couldn’t very well say him, that would be too forward and absolutely too uncalled for. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the confidence to say so, it was more like she hated to be that girl, who called all the boys sexy just because. “Oh, a nice smile and great hair.” She answered, her answer true but not complete. She watched his features as he gave a comment that was honest, but judging by his reaction after he spoke it, he didn’t mean to say it out loud. She ignored it, not wanting to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he already appeared to be. She always looked out for people’s feelings and emotions, because honestly, who would want to upset someone on purpose? That was just rude and inhumane, two attributes that did not describe Chelsea in the slightest. She’d rather just give compliments, be cute and innocent, and stay nice forever.
His gaze turned straight to her, the mentioning of his band being up there on her list of favorite music. She bit her lip again - - what a horrible habit! - - and nodded. “It’s a big honor, feel proud.” She half teased. None of her teasing remarks could ever be directed towards a person, and usually were jokes about her own fake ego. She’d never tease a person that she didn’t know super, super well, because she never knew what made people feel uncomfortable or what traits a person held too personal or what not. She didn’t need to walk on egg shells to not offend someone, she just chose to stick to things that couldn’t possibly be offensive. “I know I am!” She said brightly, putting her hands together in excitement. “Yay!” Chelsea exclaimed, “And for that you’ll get a hundred hugs.” It wasn’t the best payment, but she wasn’t about to offer him money - - friends didn’t do that kind of thing - - and she wasn’t going to let him do that without something. She knew it would take a lot for her to actually learn, because she had tried in the past via the internet, or videos, and even through one giant class that she did absolutely horribly in. Then again, none of those things were an actual one on one teacher, who had been involved in music probably for quite some time, who also was a signed guitarist in a very popular and famous band. If anyone could bring out her musical side, it would be him.
Chelsea’s eyes focused on Hayden as he readied himself to stand up, throwing his own semi-sweaty shirt over his body. She was kind of disappointed, but it was probably better this way - - she didn’t want the two of them to look slutty together, with a small shirt and no shirt. She watched as he took her hand without even using her hand as leverage, something that most people actually did despite her genuine offer for help. She awkwardly waited for him to take his hand back, but that moment didn’t come. She wiggled them a little to intertwine better, figuring that if he was going to use this V.I.P. pass he might as well pretend like they were more than friends, or at least be able to look like they were good, good friends. She held friends with her female friends sometimes, when skipping around the mall or wherever just as friends. Although this seemed a little more than friendly, but she couldn’t really judge these things. He was flirty, but some people flirted with everyone, whether they be their friends or strangers or people of the same gender accidentally. “That’s quite sneaky of you.” She replied, not minding if she got one afternoon of special treatment. She wasn’t sure exactly how special this treatment was, but she wasn’t going to abuse it too much.
His fingers brushed over her hand a little more, and he looked at their intertwined fingers with a smile. Well, this wasn’t uncomfortable for him, so it shouldn’t be for her either. She smiled at him back, swinging their arms slightly. Okay, she had to admit that they were being kinda cute, and she could tell by the jealous stares from random girls around them that Hayden was a well sought after guy, at least by random girls who really knew nothing about him, who just knew that he was a pretty face who was good with his fingers. At guitar of course. “Alright, make that a thousand hugs.” She offered, nudging his shoulder gently with her own. Her black flip flops smacked on the ground behind her, and the noise was too obnoxious for words. She stopped walking for a minute and then kicked them off her feet, bending down to pick them up. She put them in her shoulder bag - - all of this with one hand, and then continued their trek around. Looking up, she read each of the food signs; it was hard for her to eat out here, and she personally preferred eating her own food, but there was nothing she could do out here without her own stove and fridge. Being allergic to things was difficult, but she could make due. Some reactions were worse than others, but she of course tried to avoid certain things all together.
“Teriyaki sound okay?” She inquired, rice and chicken seeming to be the safest thing around right now. She would have to talk to each of the cooks to make sure she wouldn’t die or something, and there were too many people around for her to want to do that right now. Besides, that would be a little embarrassing, and she didn’t want to make a fuss with Hayden around. Despite his offer of ‘special treatment,’ she still headed towards the end of the short-ish line, walking slowly to drag out the time they would have intertwined. Little moments like these were worth too much to let go, so she was going to make it last a lifetime. She leaned over to lean into his shoulder as they stopped in the back of the line, behind some girls who happened to turn around to stare. She was used to glances, but this was especially weird. Not bad, just odd. She did have a crush, and if that happened to turn into more, she realized that she would not be one of those clingy, over protective, and jealous band girlfriends who got so much crap talked about on the internet. Denver was kind of like that, bless her soul, but she could understand it all - - however, Chelsea on principle was a trustworthy person, and jealousy didn’t run in her veins.
notes, oh man i'm watching mamma mia! tagged, jess as hayden channing D: words, 1444, you're beating me xD
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Post by jessica1 on Jul 20, 2009 18:10:41 GMT -4
HE DID NOT FEEL ITALIAN, in fact, he was pretty sure he wasn't Italian. Well, maybe a little bit. His father and mother weren't that olive skinned, and half of Chena Channing's family lived in Alaska. Yeah, there wasn't much of a chance he was pure Italian. But, for now, he would let Chelsea believe that. It wasn't really lying, was it? He lived in Italy because he could, he thought. Or maybe because his parents did not like America. That was false, he had also lived in New York half of his life. He had gone to elementary and high school there, if his ' guardians ' didn't like the states, they would have moved to like, Ireland or something. Ireland would be nice to go to, perhaps he would go there next and look for the loch ness monster. Or was that Scotland? “That’s really, really neat.” Hayden shrugged, pressing his lips together gently. He liked the way she talked, using words that tons of people never used these days. Just another reason he was led to believe she was absolutely cute. “We’ll see.” Her reply was rushed and a little blunt, but Hayden didn't mind. He would have thought it was a joke, if the roles were reversed. He watched her smile grow, and he couldn't help but grin a bit. They weren't that close, so Hayden was not about to try and convince her to come to Italy with her. Chelsea De Torres was a smiley girl, he had noticed, since meeting her. Hayden did not grin twenty four seven, but, he came off a grinning fool around her. He wondered if she noticed, but it would be sort of strange to ask her if she thought he was more..happy.
MOST GUYS DIDN'T LIKE the reserved girls. Well, not even reserved, just not obnoxious. The twenty year old beside him was definitely wasn't five year old like, and it was a nice change. The woman he hung out with ( apart from Sadie ) were crazy and mostly sluts. Hayden hadn't admitted it, but girl's that tended to walk around in nothing caught his attention, but they didn't gain his respect. They had little to know respect for themselves, and mine as well be looked at like objects. To keep things clear, he was thinking more about the fans, not the girls in his crew. “Oh, a nice smile and great hair.” Hayden smirked sideways at her, scratching at the back of his neck. He wasn't sure he had a nice smile, but hell yes, he had great hair. " Sounds like Jude. " He teased, laughing directly at Chelsea. Hayden sobered up, biting at his bottom lip. He silently thanked God, or whoever, for her not pressing the issue. The boy did not exactly want to talk about who he had cheated on and whatnot.
HAYDEN RELEASED HIS LIP FROM HIS TEETH, right as she bit down on her's. Hayden suppressed a comment and a smile, looking right up at the dusk sky. One great thing about Las Vegas, Nevada was the sunsets and sunrises. The usually light blue left the sky as the sun dipped below the horizon, lighting the atmosphere on fire. Luckily, the day would be ending soon, and he could relax and just watch the stars come out. It was hard to do that, though, considering all the night pollution. Life in the fast lane did not start until night time in Sin City. “It’s a big honor, feel proud.” A chuckle escaped passed his pink lips, as he shook his head. Hayden felt like Chelsea should be that confident, but he knew the older girl was like a humble little lamb. Sort of. Her jokes were never to serious, and some of them conveyed fake emotion, when it came to being superior. Hayden was a bit more crude, even though he tried not to rat on people he did not know very well. He was good at not taking things to heart, most of peoples' comments did not bother him much. “And for that you’ll get a hundred hugs.” Hayden heard her little exclaims of excitement, but he only really responded to the ' a hundred hugs ' thing. He wasn't a horndog, but he had to admit it would be fucking awesome to come in to physical contact with her. " Anytime, I like the sound of that. " He snickered cheerfully, looking ahead. He would teach her gladly, without any kind of payment. If it meant spending time with her, and helping her learn an amazing skill, why not?
HER HAND FIT WELL TO HIS, and Hayden was hoping she didn't want it back. Her fingers wiggled in his loose grip, and at he was about ready to let her go, before he observed they stopped moving, and their hands were laced together, more tightly. A coy smile flickered over his lips, as he glanced down at her. Hayden was not unnaturally tall, but she wasn't exactly short. He preferred being taller than the girls he associated with, and being able to study her from where he stood, made him feel more sure of himself. The eighteen year old held hands with people and hugged them, he actually encouraged contact, it didn't matter how old people were or what gender. He cuddled with Garrett all the time, Hayden was somewhat of a touchy dude, and not in a perverted way, maybe sometimes, though. Boys will be boys. “That’s quite sneaky of you.” She replied, and Hayden nodded. " Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Just depends on how good I'm looking. " And also the type of person behind the counter. His little tricks mostly worked on the young female teenagers who took up the vendor spaces for summer jobs. Actually, he had never tried on a dude, perhaps he would in the near future.
THEIR ARMS SWUNG LIGHTLY, and the guitarist figured it was just from the momentum of their walking, but as he glanced down, he realized Chelsea had started the little motion. He felt like a straight-edge holding hands and acting all cute, but he felt content and full doing it, and Hayden wasn't planning on stopping, unless she insisted. The young man wouldn't force her to do anything, if she felt uncomfortable doing it. Hayden ignored the people staring at the pair of them, even though he could feel their lurking eyes. “Alright, make that a thousand hugs.” He frowned, licking his lips, glancing at her. " Man, I've been doing well today. " Hayden laughed lightly, nudging her shoulder back, but it was gentle as if he were playing with a newborn kitten. He was caught off guard when she suddenly stopped walking and bent to pick up her shoes. " All natural?" He grinned, slightly questioning her, silently appreciating the way Chelsea did not let go of his hand.
HE DIDN'T FEEL ALL THAT HUNGRY, but as they neared the plethora of food stands, his stomach began to grumble. It wasn't loud enough to hear, but he could definitely feel it alright. Hayden was not exactly sure what he wanted to eat, he was took after goats, and could basically devour any type of food, the kid was open to trying new things, as well. “Teriyaki sound okay?” He instantly responded, shaking his head 'yes'. " I love that stuff." The boy smirked, altering their course to one of the places that sold it. He usually walked faster than the current pace, but he wouldn't rush her, or the time he had touching the girl. She pressed her shoulder against his, somewhat lingering behind him, as they arrived in the line. His eyebrows tugged down, searching for the source of her discomfort, he could easily tell she was. A few chicks ahead of them were curiously staring, and whispering things to each other. Hayden was itching to yell something at them, all of a sudden annoyed. Couldn't he be left alone? Instead of saying something snarky to the adolescent kids, he waved once. " You okay?" He inquired, turning his back on the 'fans'. Or whatever they were.
word count: 1362 notes: D: yeah music: watching ncis|clocks by versa tag: tati as chelsea
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Post by tatiana3 on Jul 21, 2009 3:00:55 GMT -4
SHAKE DOWN ON A SATURDAYsit back, gotta catch my breath -- * [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Hayden smiling made Chelsea smile more, which made him smile more, which made her smile more… her smile was contagious, and since she caught onto them so much, it was a big, happy circle that just never seemed to end. Even though he was currently teasing her about Jude, her best friend’s boyfriend, the smile never seemed to fade. She just laughed and lightly nudged him again. “Sounds like a lot of people out here, you know.” She said slyly, taking a sneaky glance at Hayden’s head of hair as well as his Cheshire grin. Yep, he certainly had nice hair and teeth, and while he probably knew that, he might not have known it in her context. Yeah, she had a crush. This whole hands holding thing wasn’t helping that much, but it was still cute and she liked the contact, even if it would only be in a friendly, platonic manner. She wasn’t the type of girl who would only hang out with a guy if he liked her or showed her affection in that manner, and just being friends with Hayden was enough, really. He was a cool guy to hang out with, not just a pretty face, and definitely not just the guitarist from All For Scarlet. She would never just see him as his status symbol, because that was just… it was so disgusting to her how girls could like someone just because they were in a band, or happened to grace the cover of AP Magazine, or had a music video on MTV. She could never be like one of them, never in a million years. She would like someone for who they were, not what they had accomplished in their life time. If they had happened to have great accomplishments along with a great personality, then great. If not, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
Chelsea twisted their fingers together, turning towards him a little. “But don’t cash them in all at once, cause I wouldn’t be expecting too many more after that…” She fake warned, her tone having the slightest hint of seriousness. “Cause you won’t get them!” Again, a total lie. Chelsea loved to hug and snuggle as much as she loved to smile, and that was certainly a whole lot. She always slept with a pillow for this reason, so she could hug it in her sleep. Sure, she preferred a warm boy, but there was little you could do sometimes. She looked down at their hands again, marveling at how they fit together quite well. She had tiny hands, and his weren’t too large and didn’t squish hers in comparison. His also were surprisingly soft, unlike the callused guitarist hand stereotype that she had kind of set in her brain. That was one thing she wasn’t looking forward to when it came to learning the musical instrument, the torture that her hands would have to go through while first getting used to the roughness that was guitar strings. Still, it seemed like a good trade off for a skill that she could potentially use in the future, if she got good enough.
“So it should always works then.” She complimented slyly, one of the sides of her mouth turning up to almost make a smirk. Chelsea De Torres, smirking? That was a rare sight, that’s for sure. “Just kidding, I don’t want to stroke your ego any more than I already have.” She added , looking down at her bare feet in the grass. She scrunched her toes and then looked back up, the feeling of grass beneath her feet so much better than the plastic of flip flops. When she was in high school, she was known as the ‘Shoeless Wonder’ because she would always take off her shoes during glasses, walking around in her socks or bare feet just because it felt so much better. The best memories she had were of walking around in the park around the corner from her house, leaving her shoes at home and letting the cold grass cool off her feet that had gotten burning warm from the concrete sidewalk that had absorbed the day’s heat. She liked the different textures under her toes, and it made her feel like a little kid again to be able to turn around without worrying about getting herself dirty. She may have been on the girly side of the spectrum, but she still liked running through sprinklers and getting a little dirty. Besides, this grass was especially soft for a summer tour venue, that kind of surprised her. “You should try it. Take off your shoes, right now!” She asked more than demanded, her eyebrows coming up in the middle to sort of plead with him in a cute way.
“Good, me too. And I can actually eat it.” She laughed, amused at her own situation just because it was such a hassle, but it also encouraged her to eat a little better. She now completely OCD-ly checked the ingredients in the food she bought, and then also noticed all of the preservatives and gross things that were shoved into junk food, so she happened to buy more organic things than not just because the ingredients list was easier to read without those ‘tose’ words and stuff. Besides, she liked to know what she was eating, just in case she had an allergy attack or something. For peanut reactions, she had an epi pen, and everything else she just had to wait out - - she would just break out or get a really bad stomach ache, as long as she didn’t eat too much of it. She also hated being allergic to dairy, because unlike those who were lactose intolerant and could just take a pill to help digest it, Chelsea actually couldn’t eat it without getting the most obnoxious rash ever. She definitely stayed away from that, because while stomach aches were just internal and she could deal, rashes were ugly, itchy, and put other people off quite a bit. Thus, she stayed away from anything that could possibly have any dairy in it, and she didn’t really trust other people’s cooking.
Chelsea’s eyes rose to meet Hayden’s, but his were focused on the backs of a group of girls ahead of them. Her gaze wandered over to them too, and she realized that they were actually whispering too. That bothered her a little, just because they were making assumptions off of this one time that they had seen the two, without getting any facts or talking to them or anything. However, she didn’t know these girls, and they probably were just looking for some cheap thrills by talking about people they just wished they knew, so she ignored them, and pretended that she couldn’t feel the icy dagger stares that were being shot at her bare back. She looked up at Hayden again, and he seemed to be getting irritated by them. She would probably get mad too, if she got talked about like this every single day for the most part like he probably did. There were too many trashy gossip sites, too many gaggles of girls who couldn’t keep their mouths shut, and too many Livejournal groups dedicated to this trash, these rumors that were based off of things like this - - girls seeing two friends stand in line together at a festival, who would assume it was something more than that just by their body language. Like they knew anything. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine!” She said brightly, knowing that a couple teenagers with bad attitudes couldn’t change her outlook on this experience. Besides, she was the one holding hands with the rock star, so she had no room to complain. She had to giggle at his wave though, because their passive aggressive techniques were met with a fake friendly greeting in return.
The line inched forward quite faster than expected, and Chelsea found the two of them at the counter in no time. She smiled and brought a hand to her chin, lightly tapping her index finger against her lip as she thought. “No peanut oil, right?” She asked, and the younger woman behind the cash register shook her head. “Great.” She answered, picking just plain chicken teriyaki as her meal. She didn’t want to be too adventurous today, because the events leading up to this meal certainly weren’t boring enough for her to try something super spicy or risky. “And you? I’m not gonna let you abuse your powers today, and I’m going to buy you dinner.” She insisted, nodding her head quickly in an act of stubbornness and defiance. Screw the social rules, she was going to be nice and give the guy a break. “Consider this... secondary payment for your lessons? Maybe I’ll think of more ways as we go along, who knows.” She smiled and pulled a twenty out of her pocket, readying herself as she waited for him to order his own meal. She figured they could go back to the bench, eat real fast, and then maybe walk around a little, but it all depended on how quick he wanted to get back to his bus and if she would get called by the band to take some ‘candid’ photos or something. Hopefully neither would happen, because she was enjoying every little moment she had with her friend, realizing that her crush was most definitely a little bigger than she had thought before. She bit her lip and reached out to meet the cook’s hands as he thrust the bowl of Japanese food in her direction, setting it down on the ledge as she continued to wrap herself up in her thoughts of the day.
notes, ic has inspired me kinda? tagged, jess as hayden channing D: words, 1628, it picked up D:
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Post by jessica1 on Jul 27, 2009 17:39:26 GMT -4
IN ALL HONESTY, HAYDEN ASSUMED THEY looked like smiling fools. He couldn’t seem to sober up enough to be serious around her, actually he felt pretty giddy. Hayden didn’t mind what anybody thought, he would smile and act like a five year old if he wanted. The boy had seen plenty of rumors about his band and himself. None of them really drove him to be upset, nah, people could speculate all they wanted. Most of his fans did not know him personally, why bother getting upset over their unimportant gossip? Half the time, he just signed objects and chatted about things that would not matter in ten years. It was easy to do, and made him feel content. Hayden did not need fans; it was just about the music, the people who for some reason adored him and the rest of All for Scarlet, only added to the ride. He smirked as the girl innocently nudged him, laughing softly. “Sounds like a lot of people out here, you know.” Hayden noticed a different tone of voice from her, and he curiously looked down. The boy caught her studying his features, causing him to bite his lower lip. He did not want to say anything to her that would seem oh…provocative? He had been called that a ton, and it would be easy to let words like that slip out, the way her eyes scanned across his face. He pressed his fingers against hers, casually nodding at her statement. He was happy just talking to Chelsea, he did not need much from her; a nonchalant conversation was enough. He found himself getting along with just about everybody easily, so why would she be any different? It would be a lie to say he wasn’t attracted to her, because he was. By all means, what person with male organs wouldn’t be? There were tons of pretty girls out there, and he bet he could experience a fair share of them, most he never felt the sudden urge to try for. He wanted to give Chelsea a good impression of himself, but he was not willing to change who he really was, for a girl. At least, not yet. Hayden never thought he would find, the woman that drove him crazy. He was accustomed to a mediocre relationship that lasted for about, four weeks, before he got bored, and dumped whomever he was seeing. Dating and girls were a funny little fame he liked to play.
THE GUITARIST GLANCED DOWN AT THEIR laced together fingers, his hair sliding in to his vision, as she twisted them tighter. The boy shook his dark head of hair, regaining the line of sight that was needed. Hayden’s hazel eyes traveled along her body, without being commanded to, as she angled herself toward him. It was unintentional, but probably the second or third time the action had occurred that day. There should be no doubt in anybody’s mind, that he was definitely boy. “But don’t cash them in all at once, cause I wouldn’t be expecting too many more after that…” He tore his eyes away from her Latino figure, meeting her face. He frowned, face falling just a little. “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll spend them wisely. And I’ll ask for them when you least expect it. “ His voice just a serious, but with a hint of a playful tone. Even if he did run out of her hugs, he would desperately try to weasel her back in to her arms. Yep, Chelsea was pretty much screwed in that department. He blinked, as the photographer bent her head to observe their hands. He wondered what she was thinking, hoping she didn’t want him to let go. The tips of his fingers were a little tough, from holding down and releasing guitar strings, but other than that, he saw nothing wrong with them.
CHELSEA WAS CAME OFF TO HIM AS A RATHER childish girl. In a good way, the innocence and obliviousness. He saw her smiling gently more than smirking, and so the sudden curve of her lips drew his orbs back to her face, instead of the people milling around the festival. “Just kidding, I don’t want to stroke your ego any more than I already have.” He laughed out loud, as Chels watched the green blades of grass, below her feet. “ Sorry to say, but I think you might have ‘stroked’ it, to the max. “ He replied, swallowing and grinning lightly. He wasn’t like Chelsea. His usually wore shoes, almost all the time. The thing he liked to go out with, a lot, was a shirt. In Italy it had become a habit to leave home without a shirt and dash off the beach, and he still found it satisfying. He imagined the abundant plant felt good underfoot, it just didn’t cross his mind to remove his shoes. “You should try it. Take off your shoes, right now!” And that, was something he did not want to hear. Hayden looked at her, noticing the way she sounded so excited about it and how there was a bit of a questioning to it, more than a demand. The boy did not want to come off as a close-minded jerk, and so of course, he would do it. He stopped walking, and bent down, picking at the laces that held his old style vans on. The boy tied the strings together on each shoe, and then proceeded to sling them over his neck. The grass was definitely dry, but he felt cooler, instantly. He was still wearing black socks that came up to below his ankle, and he would have appreciated it if she didn't ask her to take those off, too. But, he would should she request it. Hayden met her eyes, flashing a sheepish grin, and running his free hand through his hair. " You were right, feels good. " He wasn't one of those people that was allergic to everything, in fact, he could basically pet anything, eat anything, smell anything. He nodded as Chelsea laughed, explaining that she could eat the place they were heading to. " What else are you allergic to? " He inquired, harmlessly trying to get to know her better. Hayden should have been bigger than he was, but he was severely active and all the unintentional exercise had built him a strong, quick metabolism, he was a bit of a rail. The eighteen year old knew some people from school that should have been living in a plastic bubble. He always felt sympathy for those type of people, tiny things got them coughing up a storm, and he did not think he could live with that. He would rather be bi-polar than allergic to stuff.
HE WAS DESPERATELY RESISTING GLARING BACK. Hayden had a hard time tearing his eyes away from the girls, who had at first been staring, but were now whispering. His body was turning toward his companion, but his bright eyes were still stuck on them. A scowl crossed over his lips, as he finally focused on Chelsea. " Sorry about that.. " He sighed, words dying off. All the people in the world could write what they wanted over the internet, he knew what was and wasn't true, but he despised being gossiped about where he could see it live, happening. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine!” He grinned weakly at her, adoring how much of a good sport she was. Even if at first, she had hid herself behind him, she was polite and kind when being talked shit about, because that could only be what a couple of fourteen year old girls were saying. The line moved faster than he thought, and before he knew it, the previous annoyances were no where to be seen. He smiled on the inside, glad that pests like that weren't around to put him in one of his moods. Hayden's mind wandered across the grounds, as Chelsea ordered before him. The day had gone well, and this encounter had to sum it all up, no doubt. “And you? I’m not gonna let you abuse your powers today, and I’m going to buy you dinner.” The male snapped out of his reverie as her voice touched her ears, and he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head at her. She shook her head convincingly, and he realized he would have a hard time getting her to let him pay. Hayden licked his lips, shrugging, " Lemme have the same thing. " He replied to the girl behind the counter. He was not one of those people who took ten years in line trying to figure out what they wanted. Chena Channing did that, and whenever they had been in food lines, she had utterly embarrassed her son. She was a woman who asked the God damn waiters to wash their hands and all that crap. Oh yes, the whole nine yards. Because of that, Hayden always made the effort to take as little time as possible in a line, he had experienced the frustration. “Consider this... secondary payment for your lessons? Maybe I’ll think of more ways as we go along, who knows.” Hayden scoffed at his friend, shaking his head. He didn't need any type of payment from her, he already had plenty of money and attention. " I already told you, I'm going to teach you because I want to. And it would be fun. " He pinned the photographer with a sincere gaze, but other than that, he appeared as a boy who had just got caught coloring on mommy's white walls.
THE WORKER HANDED CHELSEA HER FOOD, and disappeared, he assumed going to fetch what he had ordered. His expression was grim, as he gazed at Chelsea. “ I can’t allow you to pay for me. “ Yes, he was attempting to see his side of things. “ Pleaseee? I can pay for myself, and you. “ He cooed, his voice soft like velvet. No matter how charming he sounded, in the pit of his stomach, he felt like Chels was going to hold on to what she wanted to do. The employee returned, carrying a white Styrofoam box, which she placed on the counter, waiting for whoever was going to pay. The stranger’s eyes focused on Chelsea, her being the only one with a twenty out in the open. Hayden mumbled something, and took his meal from the chipped counter. Somehow, he would repay her, but he could hear the people behind them shifting around, and he didn’t want to take any more time than they already had. The boy pushed out his bottom lip, pouting at her. “ You’re to nice to me. “ The teenager stepped out of line, off to the side, walking a few paces away. He stopped waiting for her, mulling over how he was going to repay her. Money was not the only form of payment, y’know.
word count: 1835 notes: i absolutely hate this. it is so rambly. and spell check won't work. sorry. ): music: there for tomorrow <333 tag: tati as chelsea
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