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[Hannah;]

A sweet touch comes handy man,
Dont be afraid of the candy man,
I got a sweet tooth now I want a sweet girl,
'n' were straight up if we do kiss we do tell
You you, you yeah You
Pretend theyre not here just do what you do,
Ima kick back cos I got a nice view,
Wow it feels like a dejavu,




Ryan felt homesick already. It had been a day, he was half way up the drive to Windsor and he was already dying to turn around and run back home. He manned up, pulled it together and reminded himself, he was just there for a year, and if he didn’t like it, he could go home when he wanted. He turned the music up in his battered Land Rover Discovery, that was towing the spare trailer, with two unimpressed horses inside. He was listening to ‘The Streets’ that always cheered him up.
 
It was getting late now as he pulled up. Close to 8pm. It had been a long day of travelling driving to Belfast, ferry and then driving to Windsor. He was glad when he pulled up. He yawned eccentrically and then clambered out. The tempreture had dropped and he grabbed his jacket and put it on. He shivered a little and took a wander down the yard, it was still quite busy, though people where leaving about now, some horses were still unsettled but most had just had dinner and were very relaxed. He found his stables, luckily quite close to the tackroom, it was smart how they had all the doors named, stables prepared, haynets filled and automatic waterers fresh and filled. He went back to the  trailer and dropped the back gate, he then unloaded Jay. He led the exhausted stallion down the aisle, he was a calm horse anyway, but now he was knackered, he didn’t do long distance travelling, he was more than happy just to reach a stable, and have a warm stable rug put on and munch on his haynet. Ryan loved seeing him so chilled, it always calmed him. He wandered back to the trailer and unloaded Flanigan, definitely not as calm, he had his head in the air, but he still looked tired. He didn’t leap, kick or nap as he was lead into his stable, which meant he was definitely tired. As he left him to eat  he noted that the horse bit and kick on the door. Shortly after he dragged his tackbox into the tackroom, whilst an old man locked up the tackroom after him. Now, the yard was empty, as it got on to about 8:30pm. He grabbed his own bag and walked towards the dorms. He entered the building, the warm air hit him with relief but made him feel even more tired. He wandered down the lads corridor and found his room and opened it. No one inside? He threw down his bag inside the door. He took off his jacket and threw it down, and took himself towards the lounge room at the end of the corridor. It was reasonably busy. Ryan tugged down his white t-shirt with Levi on the front. He loved this t-shirt, it complimented his addidas superstar trainers and they went nicely with his diesel jeans. He felt happy with the way he looked before he entered the room full of people. He felt a new surge of energy, he loved meeting new people. He walked in and saw plenty of people making friends, watching tv, looking at stuff on laptops and reading magazines, playing pool on the pool table in the corner, and a few people stood near the small kitchenette kind of thing at the side of the room, Ryan walked over and looked in the fridge. No beer. Go figure. He wasn’t in Ireland anymore.
 
Excuse me? Are you Ryan Kildaire?
 
A small brown haired lad, about 14 asked him. Ryan just nodded. Not to fussed about this lad.
 
Jake Hobday told me to give this too you?
 
He handed him a bottle of Guiness from out of his hoodie pocket. A sticky note attached that read ‘Welcome to England! Jake!’ Ryan laughed and thanked the boy before cranking it open and taking a few long slurps. He leant back against the counter and with his gorgeous green eyes, glanced around.
 
 

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HEYSO
I gotta question
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum
Is my love your drug

With her horse happily eating hay in his stall Lauren had fallen into a dangerous state of boredom. Not only did this leave her yearning for fun, but it gave her time to think. A strange as it may seem, Lauren hates thinking. It was probably because most of her memories and thoughts landed on something dark or upsetting, in this case, her mother and the way she acted that morning. The tall brunette gritted her teeth at the mere thought of her stupid mother's streaky blond hair and condescending looks. She was just so irritating! Lauren chanted over and over in her head that it wasn't important and that she was better than to really care, but it kept haunting her like it always did when she had time to herself. Thus the reason why she avoided it when ever humanly possible. She'd tell you a boring life is for suckers, but, in all truth, a boring life for her is torture.

Hot with anger and on the prowl for some entertainment, Lauren stepped surely into the men's dormitories. Her swede booties clicked on the floor and her long legs were far too exposed for a breezy spring evening, but no matter. Pair her ensemble with a low cut tank and she might have well been wearing a sign with the words "COME GET ME." She strolled easily along, giving a few boys second glances, but none really caught her eye. She remembered the one she might stoop too of the night got old and she was still alone, but still moved on. Best part of the whole situation was that no one seemed to care that she was a girl here after hours. Dancing on the line as always, Lauren got a certain rush out of the whole idea of breaking the rules.

She was afraid she wasn't going to have any real luck when she caught sight of a familiar face, a devilish smile crossed her face and she crossed over to him. with her long dark hair and big blue eye and her general lack of clothing, it was a wonder if any boy in the room wasn't staring already. Ryan Kildaire, she recalled as she gazed at his striking green eyes and short blond hair. They knew each other alright, well in one sense, not so well in another. She wasn't being sky, however, and she snuck up behind him easily. It one fluid movement she tapped on one shoulder, spun around the other to face him, and slipped the beer out of his hand. The striking girl placed one hand on her hip and held beer in the other. long time no see, Kildaire. Did you miss me? She smiled and took a sip.

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WONTLISTEN
to any advice
mama's teelin me i should think twice
but left to my own devices
im addicted it a crisis

Her wicked smile immediately widened the moment he spoke in his rich Irish accent. She'd forgotten how good it sounded and how it only added to his already extreme attractiveness. She suddenly remembered fully why she'd gotten to know him so well in the past. The relationship could be described as a sort of 'friends with benefits' gig, only Lauren wasn't really sure she knew his favorite color so does that count as friends? Perhaps they were just benefits, both all too pleased with the way themselves and the other looked to really care about anything else. Looking at his sleek flexed muscles right now, the last thing she was thinking about was asking him stupid questions. She inhaled and looked him up and down, not at all thinking about how much better he'd look without that shirt on. awww she whined seductively in response and took a step closer. of course it is she smiled again and met his eyes.

her mischievous grin faltered when he reached up and touched her face. She almost flinched away from it, but recovered and played it off. Lauren did hot and heavy not soft and sensitive. It wasn't her style, she wasn't used to it, and she didn't like it. It made her feel like she could get tied down and gave her stomach a twist. She looked almost solemn while he spoke until he dropped his hand and gave a elfish grin. He was playing games with her, she decided. She gave him a devilish smirk that instant and crossed her arms don't play games with me Kildaire she scolded mildly then completed invaded his space. She set the bottle down and placed her hand on the counter behind him so that her arms were in the small spaces left between his own arms and his torso. I always win her lips spoke the words just a few inches from his own. Weather he was certainly messing with her or not, he point had been made. Chances are he did mean much of the touch on her face, but she knew she didn't like it and she had to do something about that now didn't she.

[Hannah;]

Cuz I don't care who I piss off, yeah
I'm a real big sinner
Sometimes I eat my dessert
Before my dinner


He loved winding her up, seeing her squirm at the first sign of genuine emotion. The way she backed of and suddenley became so defensive was rapid. She switched very quickly. He loved playing this game. Her eyes sparkled with such fire at the thought of letting him get to her and she became so defensive, it made him laugh a little, out loud. She probably wouldn't like that too much. She liked to be taken seriously. Ryan came under special exeptions most of the time though, being Ryan Kildaire. Though, he had forgotten the distinctive smell of her perfume. That put his head in a spin. There were few times he were close enough to smell that gorgeous scent. 9 out of 10 times, they were not wearing clothes.

She was truly beautiful. Though she knew it. Though most lads in the room had figured that out by now. He was the one getting the attention, trust Lauren to do him a favour without meaning it, now all the girls were wondering what the fuss was about. He felt like a king there for a minute. He thought then that he better say something before it became awkward.

I'm only playing with ya' Lauren, you know i don't do soft.

That was a sexual inuendo, in full play there. Hoping she'd catch on, he had a cheeky smile to match that gorgeous irish accent of his.

[Hannah;]

BUMP

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OUTFIT
WHATYOU
got boy is hard to find
i think about it all the time
im all stung out my heart is fried
i just cant get you off my mind

She almost faltered for a moment when he didn't speak, what was he playing at? Her hard eyes kept locked on him and a determined smirk creased her features. Lauren needed to feel like she was in control of situations and she was starting to loose it if he didn't have the nerve to respond. If there was one thing she hated about Ryan Kildaire it was the fact that he could be just as cunning and smooth as herself. He knew most of her trick and she knew most of his, but they both had secrets that the other undeniably wants to know. It was both infuriating and inescapably intriguing that she never knew exactly what was going to happen with him. As much as she fought it, he always had some control over things...annoyingly enough. They were far too similar for their own good, but something always held here there. There was some stupid little something that made her crave him. Perhaps it was the fact that he sometimes had her guessing?

Lauren's train of thought was lost once he finally did speak up. Her face still inches from his, she grinned devilishly. He wouldn't get her that easily. Its not often her nature to go off with boys right away. Lauren likes to play games, mostly so they know whose in charge. Its okay of shes trying to seduce them or something, but if they try to seduce her then it wont happen unless she can turn the tables. Which she would have to do here, of course. oh I know she whispered, ever so close to his lips. She let the heat linger there for a moment, then picked up the beer behind him and smiled. she moved away quickly and took a swing of the alcohol. Oh how she missed its fine sting, she hadn't realized its been a rather long time since she'd last drank. Like a whole two days or something like that. she leaned back on the counter and looked him up and down before smiling again. Damn he was fine. you haven't changed a bit she finally noted.

[Hannah;]

Finders keepers
Will you keep me in mind?
I like secrets
Cause they keep me in line
Old habits die hard
But I'm too young to die


Ryan loved how quick the panic set in, when she felt she was losing control. That was why the two had such amazing chemistry, he was never playing the game enough to let her have control. Maybe that difference was why she would come back to him more than once. He smirked to himself, in an almost wonder like state, he did change when he was around her. It was quite funny really. He watched as she came closer, the soft breath moved off his lips and her devilish eyes sparkled. She was so fiery and ruthless. He was getting turned on, of course, but he wouldn't let on to her, no need. However as she whisked away he watched her tanned legs spin gracefully but he rose back his eyes to her face before she caught him looking as she sipped on his beer.

Neither have you. No wee fights between you and Jake yet then? 'n slow down on that beer, its th' only one i've got.


His accent caught people attention everytime he spoke, some people would know who he was, but right now he was watching Lauren as her soft lips held the top of the bottle before she finished her sip. He reached out and gently took the bottle back. Taking a swig himself, before placing it back on the side. Lauren did look stunning, and the red top she was wearing complimented her figure beautifully.

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MAYBEINEED
some rehab or maybe just need some sleep
i got a sick obsession
im seeing it in my dream

She loved his voiced, she loved it almost more than she loved her own. Almost. But shed never admit that. She loved how everyone stared at them both, eager for the next perfect move of their perfect bodies. They were the plastics. They were who everyone loved to hate and who everyone wished they were. Their dangerous secrets people would kill to know, but they are nearly untouchable. and they knew it. Lauren smiled again, dark and beautifully, taking her eyes of Ryan for just a moment, to watch boys turn their heads away as she caught them looking. She faced him again quickly once he spoke, tossing her wavy locks about. She shrugged when he mentioned Jake and grimaced slightly.

not yet anyway Lauren spoke deviously. She smirked, took another sip then let him take the bottle from her. Thats right, I almost forgot you two were friends or something she rolled her eyes Ill never understand what people find so idolizing about the Hobdays, even their father is a cheeky bastard. Lauren had never really met their father, but she figured their whole family had to suck. Her mother especially had told her over and over again to stay away from their father.


ooc. meeeh post.

[Hannah;]

Finders keepers
Will you keep me in mind?
I like secrets
Cause they keep me in line
Old habits die hard
But I'm too young to die


He loved the way Lauren over exassurated sometimes. He sure as hell didn't idolize the Hobdays, not even close. He was good friends with Jake, and was a friend of the family, and Dustin had always been like an uncle to Ryan, and had been there to tell him what his Dad couldn't about his family, and that meant alot to Ryan, so he was a little hurt when she said about Dustin, realistically, she didn't even know the guy. Then again, that was so Lauren, any excuse, anything Hobday, was an object of hatred, he'd never quite understand.

He watched her, something in her was fiery. It was like her soul was constantly alight, defensive, proud and angry. It was so intruiging, and Ryan was always careful not to get his fingers burnt, it was odd, but the best way to get on with Lauren was to not try and figure her out. There was no point, even if you paid the best psychiatrist in all the world, he probably wouldn't be able to, and it was likely going to stay that way.

Dustin's not a bad guy Lauren, not that anything i say is going to change what you think.

He joked lightly. His face held a perfect smirk at her stubborn attitude.

And, surely i don't need to Idolise anyone, being the best in the world,and all that.

He joked again. Some people probably wouldn't think he was joking, he was up there with the best, but Lauren would understand, and probably come up with some highly entertaining put down. Ryan had to smile a little at that chance of predictability.

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DONTASK
me to sgn your skin
cant you see these little kids
and your the kind of girl id tack home to mom
if my momma was dead

She scoffed and rolled her eyes as he defended Dustin. Even just thinking about the Hobdays made her unnaturally upset. Thought she'd never say so, it was nothing but a hard core case of displacement. She didn't really hate the Hobdays, she really didn't have any reason to be mad at them even. Lauren Heart was angry at her mother for raising her all wrong, but there was only so much yelling you could do before things seemed all but a lost cause. For whatever reason her raging mother was obsessed with the Hobdays, she paid more attention to them than she did to Lauren half the time. Just the mention of their names left her fuming. She clenched her fists, but released once Ryan had finished his thought. She crossed her arms and gave him a look of superiority .

Damn straight She said in her smooth, seductive voice.

When he continued she cocked an eyebrow and let her hands fall to her sides. She shifted her weight and gave him a look of mock astonishment. He really thought so didn't he? Him all high and mighty as he was. Sure he was probably joking and she knew it, but the down right truth was they both looked very highly upon themselves....and neither really cared. Really Lauren thought if your as good looking and talented as us, whats wrong with knowing it? she smiled ever so slightly before responding.

Careful Kildaire, or your fat head won't fit through the door way. And remember... she walked slowly towards him and smiled mischievously Karmas a bitch.

[Hannah;]

Finders keepers
Will you keep me in mind?
I like secrets
Cause they keep me in line
Old habits die hard
But I'm too young to die


He laughed brightly at her comments, that irish shrill to his voice decorated the air. He saw a pretty blonde girl on the sofa’s smiling his way, as they had contact for a moment. He smiled back, his beautiful green eyes sparkling. His lack attention was quickly back to Lauren, she might throw a fit otherwise. She did look stunning today, but to be fair she knew it. Every man in here could imagine her with alot less clothing. She had a very sexual aura around her, all the time, it was enough to draw any man in, he loved the fact that he was so used to it though that she didn’t have that much control over him. She did have a significant input to his actions when they were together. He loved the way she was just a whirlwind of chaos and that it followed her anywhere. This constanst flow of drama that was so magnetic and powerful. He reached out and place a strong hand on her hip, and drew her in closer, she wanted him to want her, and he was obliging, giving her what she wanted. He loosened his grip as she came in closer.

Oh i know Karma’s a bitch, but hell, all this chemistry we are showing may make some of the guys here think you are taken.

He joked with her, taking a swig of his beer. The blonde on the sofas still watching him carefully, expectantly.

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NOGOOD
shes up to no good
but damn you look good and im drunk
now you got me kinda thinking like maybe i would
so hard to be good its so hard to be good

She involuntarily took a sharp intake of breath as she pulled her closer, but she exhaled slowly with a hint of displeasure. She was losing control, she could feel it, and it was killing her. It was more than something that made her comfortable, Lauren had to be in control or she almost feared what would happen. She could hardly handle the idea. Part of it was probably hereditary, but most of it was most likely the way she was raised. With her mothers insanely high standards and quick trigger, controlling other people was the only way she held herself together. It was a highly addictive drug that, with out which, she'd be at the mercy of the feeling of inferiority to her mother. Inferiority was one emotion Lauren would kill to destroy. Clearly, losing her rule over this situation to Ryan was out of the question.

she felt an awful sickening feeling when he mentioned the idea of being taken. No one could own her, not even him. She could own him, however, which was just about the only 'domination over a male' endeavor that she consistently seemed to fail. This both intrigued her...and drove her completely mad. Her striking eyes searched the room for a moment. She found several guys staring at her...and several girls at Ryan, especially some little blond slut in the corner. She felt emotions boil inside of her, most of which had nothing to do with the girl, but she seemed as good of a target as any. A smirk flashed then disappeared on Lauren's face. She turned back to Ryan and pushed his hand off her waist.

Well. We can't have that can we? She turned and found a small brown haired boy about fourteen looking right by her. No... she was pretty sure that was a felony. Then she spotted another brunette flashing a grin in her direction. you! she demanded taking quick strides toward him. Whats your name? With every word she got closer to him, so that by times she'd finished the short sentence, she was only centimeters from his lips. uh. uh I-Its Ca- he never got to finish, Lauren kissed him just then, right there in front of Ryan. Just to top off the bold move she turn and tossed Ryan a wink, before she caught sight of the blonde girl again and her eyes burned with anger. In a matter of seconds she was in front of her. Lauren gave her a fake smile and bet over so her warm lips nearly brushed her ear Make one more move girly and I'll tear out your throat she hissed before standing and turning to face Ryan again. I think that just about clears everything up, don't you? she said, her eyes looking fiery and a bit wild as they always did when she got worked up.

[Hannah;]

Kildaire!

As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it

He watched the distant flicker of discomfort shone in her bright eyes, and he smiled a little to himself, it was a sign of humanity in those glorious eyes that had the potential to be so dangerous. She felt threatened now though, so Ryan backed off, he let her have her space before she did anything, but the fact he had just insinuated the fact she was taken had already made her self control implode as she scaled the room, as it pretty much went silent as she wandered to Callum, a lad from his Calculus class and made out, in front of the whole room, who were totally in shock, not used to her eccentric and Lauren-like ways. Ryan laughed lightly to himself until she approached the pretty blonde on the sofa’s whispered something lividly in her ear. Ryan thought this might be the case, and that getting a girl at Windsor was gonna be difficult with Lauren hounding them off, as she liked her occasional pit stop at Ryan’s comfort. He hated it sometimes, but sometimes he loved it, the only guy who was actually liked by Lauren. He felt bad for the girl, who Ryan had figured by the people she was sat with was in the year below him. She almost cowered away from Lauren, and Ryan gave a condoling smile, to which she perked up a little anyway. He watched as Lauren came back to him, almost wild eyed, she wanted to show she had control, she had the influence she needed to have what she wanted and when she wanted.

Lauren, you don’t need to prove what you capable of, i know. The poor girl didn’t need a death threat, what are you gonna do if i find a girlfriend here? Kill her in her sleep?

He teased lightly, though, there was an underlying seriousness to the conversation.


i hate polyvore sometimes.

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THETRUTH
your kinda hot
but when you open up to talk
i can feel em going soft
uh oh uh oh

There was an undeniable truth that it frustrated her slightly that it didn't bother him at all that she'd just kissed another guy just then. why could she never get to him!? It was like he had some stupid anti Lauren drama shield! she was sure he was the only person in the world who never got truly angry with her, even when she willed it. Lauren resisted the urge to pout and instead turned and gave the blond another death stare. A spark of joy lit up inside of her again as the girl cowered, at least someone here had some sense. She glanced over at Callum who was still in some kind of shock, Lauren smiled slightly now at the reminders of her power. It felt dangerously good. Ryan finished his thought then and she was forced to look back at her failures, at least her failures looked good. Her eyes twinkled at the thought, she wondered for a moment if she would even bother with him if he wasn't good looking, she wondered if she'd stick around like she did if he didn't constantly piss her off...probably not.

Oh Ryan sweetheart she spoke with a certain mock innocence and ran a hand through his hair. Don't be silly, I wouldn't kill her

The innocence was gone in a flash. No, Lauren was not a murder, but after she got done with that girl she might as well be dead. Lauren knew just how to make peoples lives a living hell, be very afraid. All it would take was a few calls and a few lies and everyone would know that Ryan's ex girlfriend was a pregnant cheating whore. Ryan knew better to doubt her authority over things, but she feared he might actually find some kind of girlfriend type thing. The idea was almost absurd.

Besides she finished her thought since when are you the girlfriend type?

[Hannah;]

Kildaire!

As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it

He saw the great flash of pride on her face as he acknowledged her ability, She was just happy she felt back in control, though, he never flinched at her extreme actions, and it annoyed her sometimes. He did have something that always drew him back to her. It was like a horse that only you could handle, but then choosing not to, everytime, and just appreciating its freedom, and then sometimes, its just too tempting. He liked this comparison, because it described Lauren perfectly, powerful, majestic, and beautiful. He swore, whilst on tour last year, he almost fell in love with the bloody girl, but that was odd territory.

He laughed lightly as she emphasasised ‘not kill’ and smirked to himself. He remembered his last girlfriend Taylor, and she was a lovely girl, quite quiet. Lauren however, in 48 hours, had given her a fabulous reputation and several non existant STDs. The poor girl was scared off. Ryan was so laid back, he was hardly bothered, girlfriend to girlfriend, but he would like a relationship that lasted a little while, he would just have to find a girl who could cope, if one existed. It would be a rare find, maybe just worth the wait. Lauren asked her smart arse question, with a hint of interest, not interest in him, but interest in a new victim.

Since I’ve seen some of the hotties with nice personalities at this place, anyway, don’t complain, it’ll give you a new game to play, seeming as you enjoy it so much,

i hate polyvore sometimes.