maneater * OPEN

[kc]

everybody look at me, me



i walk in the door you start screaming
COME ON EVERYBODY WHAT YOU HERE FOR
^{MOVE YOUR BODY AROUND LIKE A NYMPHO}

Stress.  Stress is a great thing.  Everyone just freakin loves it.  The thing that makes you just feel tense all over.  The thing that also made you break out.  That's exactly what stress did to her.  As Laurel sat in her car, she examined her face she spotted a few zits that had randomly decided to just pop up on her usually clear face.  It was making her pretty pissed off.  Crap, now she knew she was going to be more stressed, because her face won't be clear now.  Yay for a never ending cycle.  Laurel shut the compact with force and groaned at her now unclear face.  She was trying to think of why she was so stressed.  At first nothing hit her, but when she turned around to but her compact back in her purse it hit her pretty hard.  She saw all of the textbooks laying on her backseat.  That's right, school work was the reason behind her stress.  She had tons of chemistry homework and a paper due in four days that she hadn't even started.  That's what she gets for having honors classes.  Thank god, her high school career was almost over.

She turned around and looked into starbuck's and noticed one of the good tables were open.  She was already going into starbuck's to get something to drink and possibly a brownie, but she now decided that she could just stay inside and try to work on everything.  Sighing, she opened the door Of her white ford freestyle and hoped out.  The tiny girl, she was only 5'1 and weighed ninety for pounds.  She was very petite, for sure.  She was really cute and pixie like though.  She grabbed her purse, her laptop case, and her text books.  She closedthe door with her but and walked towards the door.  Very slowly, but she was getting there.  Laurel was trying not to fall, she's usually klutzy and since she couldn't see over all of her stuff.

When she finally got to the door, she had a hard time opening it and no one would help her.  She eventually got it opened and walked inside.  She set all of her stuff down except her purse.  She walked up to the counter and order what she always got, a huge brownie and a strawberries and creme frappichino.  Yummy!  She sat back down at the table and got everything set up to get ready to do her stuff.  Yay.  She just stared at  the laptop as it booted up and began eating her brownie.  If only someone would come save her from this extreme form of boredom.  Just anyone.  Even if it was someone she had never met before.  That would even be fine.  Laurel pulled her iPhone out of her bag and put head phones in and turned some music on.  Well, here we go. she thought to herself.

TAG !? opennnn!
WORDS !? no idea
SETTING !? starbuck's
ATTIRE !? this
SONG !? maneater by nelly furtado
NOTES !? crrrapppppppp.  sowwy. ):
TEMPLATE !? mc calcz!?! of a thousand fireflies

[AUSTEN JAMES BRADDOX]

stress was probably one of the few words not in austen's vocabulary. growing up with a high-strung mother, he learned how to perfect things without actually worrying about it. then again he wasn't put in very many situations that caused him to stress-out. he didn't have much family or friends which cancels out drama. not that he'd be involved with drama either way. and he was intelligent enough to breeze threw school work. that was another thing he inherited from his mothers. the smarts. then again, austen had all the time in the world for homework. it was all he ever did considering he was the knew kid, knew no one, and had nothing better to do with his time. in fact, he wouldn't have been surprised to become the valedictorian of his new school by graduation but that wasn't a goal he set for himself. having the highest gpa out of his entire graduating class would only bring the focus on him and the last thing he really wanted was to be noticed by everyone else.

aj had adapted to being the new kid in town. he had been relocated to a new one practically every year of his life. the little time he spent in those homes meant little friends. eventually he stopped trying and became very anti-social. no matter how much he wanted friends, austen was just too shy to talk to anyone. which made his appearance at starbucks a bit strange. for a guy who didn't like one-on-one interaction he sure choose the wrong place to spend his day. unfortunately, drinking coffee was another inheritance from his mother. she had him started at the age of twelve. it wasn't so much the drink that enlightened them but the time spent together while doing it. the morning was about the only time they had spend together throughout the whole day. now adays his mother had been waking up a lot earlier than normal so she would just leave a cup for him on the counter though it was cold by the time he got down stairs to drink it, so instead austen retreated to starbucks. if he was going to be alone, why not be alone there.

aj was there early, fixated in the corner with his face in his laptop. there was no need for studying aside from the fact that he had nothing better to do. and being as nerdy as he was, he decided to do some extra credit work as well. so much for staying away from valedictorian. in the midst of his work, austen only glanced up to looking at the new faces that walked in and out of the store. he took particular notice to one girl that he recognized from school. she had a hard time lugging in her school work but sat contently on her own. she looked as though she had too much work on her hands. aj figured it would have been nice of him to offer some help or at least some company but the fear of interaction kept him glued to his seat. though he did glance up at her occasionally while sipping his coffee, he wondered if he would ever gather courage to talk to people. austen went to place his cup on the table but missed completely, letting the liquid spill into his lap. luckily it was cool enough to not have an effect. however it was evident that it was an embarrassing moment as his cheeks flushed red.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, laurel
they’re all, no word count
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ sorry for the shortness ”

[kc]

everybody look at me, me



i walk in the door you start screaming
COME ON EVERYBODY WHAT YOU HERE FOR
^{MOVE YOUR BODY AROUND LIKE A NYMPHO}

Laurel blankly stared at the computer screen as she ate her brownie.  She didn't have anything in particular in mind at the time, she was just zoned out.  Laurel would do that quite often.  She just couldn't help it.  If she was bored and didn't have anything specific to think about, she could do something that was second nature, like eating, and just zoning out.  As she finished eating her brownie she finally came back to reality and pulled up her research paper on her laptop.  Actually, at this point it was only a blank page.  She wasn't even sure what to write the paper about.  Eh, she'd figure that out in due time though.  Maybe.  So instead of thinking about what she should write about, she got on the internet and looked for a good game to play.  Yeah, she was a hard worker when it cane to her school work, obviously.

She glanced up from her computer and looked around.  Laurel had met eyes with a boy at another table.  He looked familiar, but Laurel wasn't sure of where she would have seen him.  School possibly?  Yeahh, that had to be it.  When she me eyes with him again, Laurel felt self concious by this.  If anyone ever stared at her, she figured that it was for a bad reason. Like she looked weird or had something on her face.  She began nervously wiping crumbs off of her which probably made her look a little stupid.  What she saw next made her feel a little less self consious.  She watched as the boy who kelt glancing a her knock his drink off if the table and onto himself.  Laurel laughed histarically.  She thought that that was probably one of the funniest things she had seen in a while, and everyone in starbuck's knew that skmethig was really funny, because Laurel was laughing so loudly.

She got quiet all of a sudden though.  She felt really bad for laughing at this guy now and she embarrassed herself as well for crackig up like she did.  Laurel jumped out of her seat and headed toward where all of the napkins were.  She grabbed a handful of napkins and walked over to the boy.  "Sorry I laughed." she said quietly.  The tiny girl handed him the napkins.  "Here ya go." she said to him.  Then she stood there for a minute.  It got a little awkward because she was just standing there not talking.  "Um, anyways, hi.  My name is Laurel Mclain." she said, smiling.

TAG austen! (:!? 
WORDS !? no idea
SETTING !? starbuck's
ATTIRE !? this
SONG !? maneater by nelly furtado
NOTES !? not any better than the first
TEMPLATE !? mc calcz!?! of a thousand fireflies

[AUSTEN JAMES BRADDOX]

austen felt embarrassed for staring at the girl. especially when her eyes would lock with his own. it one thing to stare at someone but when they caught you doing it, it was a completely different story. as anti-social as he was, aj was good with faces. watching others was all he was capable of doing. that helped when trying to figure out people. they were like mathematical problems. it took him sometime but eventually austen would come up with a solution. in a sense it was like judging aside from the fact that his solutions were 99% true. even without friends he knew the gossip around school. some thought it was stranger and stalkerish but he found it as a gift. he knew people before they knew him. besides, aj knew that judgments were made on him and normally they were wrong. it was like making up for other people's mistakes.

austen had watched this girl at school before. of course he would never admit that out loud. he never followed others while watching them. he only did that when they were around. when they left hed move on to someone else. this girl was intriguing to him. she was very quirky and bubbly. not afraid to interact with others, unlike himself. though, at the same time she was cautious. especially about herself. austen didn't understand why. she was very pretty in his eyes but he knew girls were very hard to understand. which was why he stayed away from them as much as possible. one wrong word to a female and a guy could be on his death sentence. when she continued to stare back, aj knew it was time to retreat, otherwise hed be giving her an open invitation to come over. the was the last thing he wanted but inevitable once he spilled the coffee.

at first austen assumed she would rush over and help but to his surprise she started laughing. nothing he hadn't encountered before but all the more embarrassing. his face flushed red as he scrambled to clean up the mess. it was time for him to move on to the next activity of his day. there were too many eyes on him. that was too much attention. austen began to pack up his things until he heard a small, quiet voice. he froze in place, knowing exactly who it was. "its fine." he shook his head, assuringly, not looking at her until she offered a napkin. aj reached out and took it. he patted the coffee stain, acknowledging her attempt to help. unsure of what to do, he said nothing else. these were the moments he dreaded the most. the awkward silence. though he never made them much better. for a moment he thought the encounter was over. maybe she would just walk away and he could escape but she continued on. "ya, i uh-...we have chemistry together. i-im austen." aj glanced at her then back down at his hands. he was looking and acting like such a loser.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, laurel
they’re all, no word count
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ i tired. ”