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[Kazzie Romano]

But a house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my heart to beat in
'Cause you take parts of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.

Slow flurries floated through the air like angel dust. New York City was strangely calm for it only being ten o’clock at night. Had everyone retreated to their warm homes and bunker down from the cold? Kazzie chuckled softly to herself at the thought. Home. What did that even mean? Surely it meant love and family, but she had neither of those. Quite the story she had for herself; would this be her legacy? What was she doing with her life? Softs thudded softly on the concrete and Kazzie walked along the side walk. She knew this city like the back of her hand. She had grown up here, and had fallen in love. But sometimes you risk breaking a heart when you let yourself fall.

Kazzie pulled her phone out and glanced down at the screen, there were various text messages but none from the one person she wanted to hear from. Charlie, he hadn’t reached out to her since they broke up. Kazzie would argue she had changed, but as she walked down the streets coming down from her high. reason would beg a differ. It wasn’t an addiction, and she told herself she could stop whenever she wanted to. She hadn’t gotten high since she moved schools, and there was that itch that needed to be satisfied. Being back into the city gave her freedom to be herself and do what she wanted. Some people just didn’t understand.

Kazzie wasn’t sure how she felt about her school. She had been there less than a week and already she was ready to leave. She couldn’t understand why there were so many pregnant girls, not that she had something against them. She only hoped those kids would grow up in loving households, unlike herself. The classes at school were fairly easy, and she completed her work without arguments. She hadn’t been the target of any popular girls’ escapade, or the latest gossip on some sex scandal. She just needed to keep her head down until she graduated.

A part of her wondered what her father would do if she found herself in trouble again. No doubt he’d save her solely to protect his reputation. Kazzie shook her red locks as to clear her head. She didn’t like to think negatively when she was high, it ruined her vibe. She didn’t like being upset to begin with, and this walk was to get some fresh air and relax. As of now she had only accomplished one of them. She stopped at a corner and waited for the light to turn white and signal for her to walk. How long had she’d been walking? She didn’t remember what time she left the house, not that it would matter. Her sense of time was always off, and so she learned not to worry about it.

Where exactly was she heading? Oh, now she remembered. There was a cute café tucked away in a little corner of the city. It was nice and classy, not well known, but that’s what she liked about it. Pulling her hands out of her pockets she pushed the door open alerting the store with a small bell. She was greeted with smiles and Kazzie simply nodded and made her way toward the counter. “Vente hot chocolate, please,” she ordered softly, and with a nod the barista went to work. She was cold, and though she craved coffee, she knew she’d regret it with a sleepless night. She glanced down at her watch- eleven o’clock. An hour has passed on her walk? It happened often, so no surprise there. She paid for her coffee and ordered a small muffin that looked delicious.

With her paid items, Kazzie sat down at one of the small tables toward the back of the café. She sat there every time she went there. A relaxed sigh left her lips as she took a sip. Instantly warmth returned to her and she was able to relax a little more. What was she to do the rest of the night? You knew her father wouldn’t be home, like usual. He owned another flat closer to his work when he was working on an important case. And he was always working on an important case. In her eyes, the night was young. She could hit up a few of her connections; surely there was a party to be had.

Muse: Good
Work Count: 734
Music: Ed Sheeran- Drunk
Outfit: here
Other: Open~

[Anthony Deville]

Anthony could barely sleep comfortably nowadays; his bullet graze wasn't all that deep and to be honest, it was scanning already, but it didn't make him any less of a baby about the pain, despite how much of it had lessened within the last few weeks. He was sick of sleeping on his stomach and wearing butt pads under his pants so it didn't hurt when he sat down, so, he had decided to go without for the day and he was starting to feel free, so in honor of such joy, he'd spent the afternoon baking brownies with his cousin, Morgan. Sort of. If licking the spoon and putting the brownies in and out of the oven for her counted as assistance. It didn't matter, however, Morgan had allowed him to keep that whole first batch for himself, and he couldn't wait to devour it later on throughout the day.

Unfortunately, arriving back to his dorm, he'd opened his mini fridge only to discover he'd run out of milk, and he'd run out of Keurig cups, so he couldn't make any coffee to drink and dip his brownies in either. Lame. It had been late, but it was never too late to go on a coffee run, right? He wasn't looking forward to sleep, anyhow, so he'd taken a few cold packs to sit on in his car, packed a few brownies inside a box, and started towards the city. Was this too big an effort for coffee? Probably, but anything food related was worth it in Anthony's mind, as long as his stomach was satisfied at the end of the day.

Finally pulling up to a cafe, he hid the container of brownies underneath his thick jacket, not wanting to upset the workers with bringing his own baked goods, and made his way to the counter, ordering a peppermint hot cocoa. Man liked his Christmas beverages, don't hate.

Once receiving his drink, Anthony thanked the barista, and scanned the small cafe, looking for a place to sit until he spotted a familiar face. He had never really spoken to the girl before, but he knew she went to his school and she was new -- why not be friendly? Shrugging to himself, he approached her, a grin on his face, "Hey," he greeted, "mind if I join you?"

[Kazzie Romano]

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
All of the while, all of the while it was you.

Kazzie was very much in her thoughts tonight. What else was there to do? Her phone buzzed and with one hand on her hot chocolate she pulled her phone into view. It was a text message from Chandler, her ‘guy’ best friend. While Kazzie didn’t have a best friend, he was pretty close. After Charlie broke up with her he was the only one there. He texted her at least once a day, and sometimes he’d call. He took it pretty rough when she moved, but he had no reason to follow her. Kazzie wasn’t romantically involved with Chandler, though he wished she was. She’d give excuses that she still needed more time, but honestly she didn’t want to get attached with her leaving a new school. She promised she’d visit him, but Kazzie was unsure if tonight was a good night for it. However, if things were uneventful she’d probably meet up with him.

Kazzie wasn’t sure if Chandler was in love with her per say, but he obviously was feeling some kind of way. She couldn’t handle long distance relationships anyway; they reminded her of her distant relationship with her father. But as the days passed Kazzie was growing lonelier at her new school. It wasn’t like she didn’t know anyone, but she didn’t know anyone on the level of friends. Everyone seemed nice in their own way, and maybe she just hadn’t found her fit of friends. Aside from awkward chats online, she didn’t really have a feel of people’s personalities. All the guys seemed taken, or in some sort of love triangle.

Was Kazzie really looking for a relationship? It had been over a month since her breakup with Charlie, though she didn’t officially change her status on facebook til a few days ago. Still, she’d know when she was ready when the time came. Speaking of guys, she still didn’t know the name of that one boy. She wanted to play with those curly brunette locks on his head for hours. And those blue eyes, or were they grey? Oh my. Kazzie blushed slightly upon realizing her little girl fantasizing. How old was she? Surely she couldn’t be crushing. She laughed at the thought knowing she was simply appreciating an attractive person. Besides, the chances of her even meeting this person was slim, and it was probably a good idea to just give up.

Kazzie lifted her head for a moment to observe the coffee shop. Still empty and the Barista was on her phone since there were no customers. She stared out the window for a moment, the flurries falling so gracefully. Aside from it being cold, it really was beautiful outside. Kazzie proceeded to finish the last of her muffin and she pouted slightly. If there was anything she loved more than cats, it was food. It never disappointed, and honestly it was probably her best friend. Accepting that her treat was gone, Kazzie took a sip of her delicious hot chocolate and browsed through various social networks, not caring to update her own. She didn’t hear the bell on the door ring as someone ordered a coffee, and it wasn’t until someone was talking to her did she look up.

A sharp pain resonated in her chest, but it was something she hadn’t felt since meeting Charlie for the first time. It honestly scared her, and she wasn’t sure she could trust what she felt. Back to reality she fully to in the boy before her. It was him. It was that boy. What should she do? Wait. Had he asked a question? Damn- that smile. Shaking herself from a trance she sat up slightly. “Oh, yeah please, have a seat.” She said gesturing toward the chair before her. She needed to get a grip, why was she acting like a twelve year old? “I think I’ve seen you at a party before,” she said knowing full well that she had definitely seen him, but he didn’t need to know that. “I’m Kazzie,” sticking out her hand she smiled at him.

Muse: Lovely~
Work Count: 656
Music:
Outfit: here
Other: <3

[Anthony Deville]

Anthony smiled in gratitude and nodded, "Thanks," he pulled out the chair and took a seat, taking the moment to set down his drink, glancing around a second and then extracting the container of brownies from his big jacket pocket, setting it onto the table before him, before shifting his eyes towards Kazzie's and reaching his hand over to shake hers, "Anthony," he shrugged slightly with a bashful chuckle as he said his own name. He never really spoke to girls all too often -- being quite the shy type, not always approaching people but rather being the approachee. He figured it was the bullet graze, what he considered to be a near-death experience, that gave him a tighter grip on life, the confidence to go out and take more risks with himself. So, he was talking to a pretty girl and he wasn't flipping out or being weird. In earlier months, he could barely say a comprehensible sentence to a female without messing up on a few words. Heck, the first time he'd gotten to third base, he threw up on the girl's head. Almost getting shot, in a way, saved his life, gave him that boost he needed, and he was thankful for it.

He ran a hand through the curly, brown messy bush he called his hair, before raising an eyebrow for a second when she'd brought up seeing him at a party. What par... oh! It nearly slipped his mind, "That's where I've seen you!" a smile sprawled across his face, "I knew you looked familiar," he leaned forward on the table a little, "you haven't gone to school at Somer for very long, have you?" Anthony shrugged slightly, "I came here sophomore year, was homeschooled before that. I knew a few kids here, but I was still the new guy, so."

Crawling a hand over to the container, he opened the lid, a small part of him feeling bad that he'd brought baked goods to a cafe that served their own perfectly good tasting sweets as well, but he had waited all day to get a taste of these, and along with his peppermint cocoa? It was like a mini Christmas snack, and Anthony loved Christmas. The food part of it, anyway. Taking a piece, he looked to Kazzie, and pushed the container towards her side of the table slightly, "You can take some if you'd like, I don't mind. Hope you're not allergic to anything?"

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[Kazzie Romano]

I've been trying to do it right
I've been living a lonely life
I've been sleeping here instead
I've been sleeping in my bed.

Kazzie was strangely attracted to this boy. And he wasn’t even super model hot, and yet, she was very attracted to him. She normally didn’t have an issue talking with guys. She usually was charismatic and able to sway them, but this kid was different. He seemed so innocent, and she wasn’t exactly someone with a track record you’d want your mom to see. Well, this was happening, he was sitting right before her now and it was too late to do anything. She watched in curiosity as he slyly pulled a container out of his jacket. Kazzie laughed softly under breath, glancing around and seeing that the barista was still on her phone.

Her attention turned to the container, and she wondered what it contained. “Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she shook his hand firmly, something her mother taught her to do. Her eye caught his hands movements as his messed with his hair. She instantly started playing with the tips of her own red locks, twirling it between her fingers. Kazzie let out an inward sigh of relief as he recognized her. She secretly feared that he didn't recognize her from the party, hoping she hadn't been that forgettable. As he moved closer, she didn't move from her slightly hunched position in her chair. Butterflies, holy butterflies. She nodded as he mentioned her not being there long, which was very true, a few weeks was very new. Kazzie wondered if this boy was used to talking to girls as his speech seemed pretty fluid. With any guy she talked to they would hesitate in some form. For a moment she wondered if he was trying to pull a quick one over her, surely he didn't take her for a walk in the park.

Kazzie took a sip of her hot chocolate as he made a move to open the container. “Yeah, I moved here from the city a few weeks ago,” her fingers bumped rhythmically on her drink in her hands. Kazzie’s interest switched back to the container as brownies came into view as well as a delicious smell. Did this guy know how much she loved brownies too? He had to be perfect. “Oh,” he offered her a brownie, he was perfect,“ I would love one.” She grabbed a square that seemed clear of peanuts. As she took a bite her eyes were strangely drawn to his. Was this too intimate? As she chewed, she didn't even think of the possibility that they could be drugged. This was the perfect trick to pull on a vulnerable girl alone in the coffee shop. As Kazzie finished the brownie she took another sip and waited for the world to “go dark” where she wouldn't remember anything the next. As she waited nothing happened. “These are delicious,” false alarm,” Did you make these?” Making sure nothing was in her teeth she smiled, mostly because she had thought he would drug her.




Muse: Me Gusta
Work Count: 493
Music:
Outfit: [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=86288363[/url]
Other: Anthony is perfect
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