i know you crush me

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you could just breathe the air
OUT OF YOUR LUNGS, IT'S ONLY GRAVITY, STAY NEXT TO ME

Annie had fallen asleep on Denny. She wasn’t sure how, because she had just slept fourteen hours, as she had pointed out. But he had fallen asleep, and she had just… followed suit. There was a good three or four hour in between, but she had fallen asleep, lulled there by the sounds of his breathing and heartbeat. Wasn’t exactly a very comfortable place to sleep, but it was very nice for Annie and she guess that she enjoyed it. In the morning, they woke up around the same time, as some lovers tended to do, (although they weren’t full in the sense of that word, yet) and Annie didn’t say anything in an effort to uphold the strange sort of taboo that she had upheld. But, eventually, as the day wore on and the sun streamed through the windows with a blinding glare, she was forced to do what she was procrastinating. A (maddeningly) chaste kiss sent Denver on her way, and left Annie to brood with her cat, who still had that odd stare on it’s face when it looked at her. She fed it, and soon the stare ceased and the thing just curled up on the couch where Denny had been and dozed off. She glared at the cat, jealous. Yes, what was Annie’s world coming to when she was jealous of a cat? But she was, there was no denying that.

She was jealous because it could go on with it’s life. Annie couldn’t. Admittedly, she was at a loss without Denver here. Things felt empty and ghostly, and she felt empty and ghostly. She felt ghastly, especially knowing that he was probably doing something productive while she was just staring out her window, starving herself a little, trying to avoid smoking because she promised him she wouldn’t. She talked to Abby a little over AIM, got her excited to come see them. And then she decided to do the only thing she really knew how to do when she got this bored;

Annie began to drink.

It was a well known process that Denver, Boss, and Abby were familiar with, and so, no doubt, they would expect it when tonight came. Annie would get very, very drunk. But not enough so that she couldn’t walk, or couldn’t sing. But close… merely because she could. Annie was all about doing things for the pure reason that there was nothing in her way. And so Annie would get drunk. And a drunk Annie was a funny thing to see. Normally she was very hands-off. She could see you, okay, that was good, she didn’t need anything else. Drunk, she was very hands on. She liked to hang all over the three people mentioned above, she liked to tell them silly things, she was one of those loveable, touchy-feely drunks. Especially with Denny, even before today. She slightly wondered how they might end up now, and how they would react. Especially since she was so addicted to just making out with him. But alcohol also spiked her the odd parts if her personality; she could also be dreadfully quiet and introspective like she tended to be sober, but it was impossible to talk her out of her brooding. She was also unnecessarily violent. Well. It wasn’t really that, she just tended to get frustrated easier when she was under the influence. But a frustrated Annie led to a violent Annie, so it pretty much was one and the same.

The shifter had not eaten in almost two days, so it was no surprise that the first beer hit her stomach and the second hit her head. By the third she knew she had to stop, even in this silly state, because she still did want to sing and function a bit. So she just got a piece of string and fumbled with a tiny bell that she had found under her television set, tying them together and proceeding to get nearly three hours of entertainment from the cat.

And then she began to walk to the venue.

Part of it was some crazy way to lose more weight, but it was mostly Annie not having a car and still wanting to take up time. She sang all the way there, too. Having consumed two beers before she left, the one that she sipped nonchalantly on the way to the venue was her sixth. Which meant that Denver would have to handle her, and organize her, because she just wasn’t too keen on giving a fuck about anything at this point. She leaned against the outside wall, once she did get to the bar, having a mental debate; to smoke, or not to smoke? And then she realized she was being silly, because she didn’t have any cigarettes, and so she stumbled inside.

It was dark and chaotic inside. It set her off, immediately frazzled her mind a little. Some things set Annie off and some people could tell when she’d been thrown off her game, Denny being the only one to see it visibly, recognize it from a mile away. Everyone else had to have a real conversation with her and really think about her mental state to be able to realize that her mind had been pushed too far. She looked around the back for that boy, because she felt very lost and she just wanted to kiss him until she couldn’t see. On the way past the stage she saw a girl standing up front by the pit, and leaned forward to look at her, because something about the girl’s face caught her up. She looked like her. It sent more chills down her spine and set her more off her game. She hurried to the side, still looking for her guitarist.

”Dennnnny!” she yelled wildly, when she did see him, running up awkwardly and tugging on his sleeve. She still had to raise her voice for him to hear her, and when she did her voice audibly shook, evidence that she was already a little messed up, not just from the liquor but from what she had seen and the general chaos that she had walked into. She may have a volatile personality, but she liked peaceful scenery. ”Do you know who that chick is?”



1,051 - outfit - lyrics to crush me by go periscope - so evidently it sucked. whateeeeves. - for paigels/jenn/angel/and alice if she joins. eyedecay

[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

Abby woke up from a very long nap. In fact, it was more of a nine hour bedtime. She could feel the hangover kick in instantaneously. There was a bottle of vodka and a can of coke next to her bed. There was also some blood? She looked closer but found she was wrong. Sot blood, strawberry jam. How it got to be in her bed, smeared all over herself and the wall above her, she will never know. But she didn't concern herself with that now. She had a couple of other things she had to take care of first. Like a shower. It was always first on her to do list when she woke up hung over. Abby was moving very slowly though. It was a great effort to get up and move. But she managed. She knew that once she had a cup of coffee she would be all better. Abby didn't even bother to look at the clock. She knew she should have but she was already in the shower when she realized it.

About an hour later Abby finally got out of the shower all wrinkled up. But she couldn't help it, she loved showers. It was a place to clear her head, and because it was just far enough away from everything, she didn't have to worry about listening in on someone else's thoughts. Being a mind reader was kind of annoying at times. Of course it came in handy when someone was lying or cheating and what not, but she kind of wished there was a switch or something. But of course, like most things, Abby didn't get what she wanted. She was used to it by now though. She didn't get the mom or dad she wanted, she didn't get a little sister like she wanted, and most of all she didn't get the life she wanted. There were a lot of things she wanted to change about herself, but at this point, they were things that just couldn't be changed.

Abby wrapped a towel around her body, got a cup of coffee and went over to her closet to see what she could wear. Getting dressed was always such a challenge for Abby. She hated getting dressed. There were some days that she just found it pointless. Setting dressed. It was like a dirty word and it was such a hassle. She was just going to have to get undressed and re dressed to go to sleep or whatever else came her way. She didn't really want to think about that though. She had to get dressed. If she didn't she might either get rapped, a free ride, and or a lot of really bitchy glares from prude-y girls. So the thought wasn't all bad, but still ,she knew that getting dressed all together a good thing. She finally found a pair of shorts that she loved and her favorite flannel. Her black bra showed a little thought the holes in it, but she didn't really mind it to much. She also threw on some jewelery. She couldn't go anywhere without that shit. Abby was a addicted to jewelery and belts. They made her feel pretty. Plus without any of those things she would feel very naked. She slipped the black and white studded belt around her hips and finally looked at the clock.

She was going to be really late for her shift. Then she remembered where she should have been right now. Shit! Abby yelled into her empty house. Denny and Annie had a show. She quickly mad a call to her boss telling him that she wasn't going to be able to make it to work because she was really sick. Abby even made a gagging sound before she hung up. Her boss was a total perv, so if she sounded sick and dressed really slutty next time she was at work, she could still get payed full time. So having a pedo as a boss wasn't always such a bad thing. Abby knew the thoughts that went though his head though. They creeped her out, and some made her want to puke, but she could deal. She had to if she wanted to keep her job. She pushed that out of her mind though. She had to be prepared to deal with another crowed bar. Filled with people and thoughts. Abby grabbed what she needed off of the counter before she got in her car a drove to the bar that two of her best friends were playing at.

A half an hour late, Abby finally made it. She parked and got the hell out of her car. She rushed into the bar ordered a drink in record time before she pushed backstage to greet her friends. Abby wasn't even all the way back stage when she could hear the drunken voice of Annie yelling for her new found love, Denny. She heard the drunken girl before she saw her standing next to Denny. "Hey bitch, you couldn't wait for me before you started drinking?" Abby yelled at her over the noise with a smile on her lips. Thoughts of other people raced though her head, but she tried to focus on one voice. She picked Annie's head. she was closer and the loudest one. It was easier for Abby to focus on one person's mind, than having a hundred and some people's thoughts racing around her. If she could focus on one person, then it would only be two people in her head, not thousands. Abby could see that she was confused but that was about it. She tried not to focus to hard, she needed room to think to.

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words• 983 words! XD
notes•ohh Abby.
outfit• HERE

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

you've got the better part of me
ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL

Waking up the way he had was pleasant. It took him a moment to remember the earlier hours of the morning, but once Denver did he smiled and honestly couldn’t stop. He spent breakfast time at Annie’s still, in the clothes he’d been wearing now two days ago (yuck) before realizing that he had to go home and take a shower, change into new clothing, and get ready for the gig tonight. He had….well, not really that much to do, but he parted with Annie (obviously not void of hesitance) and went home, where home wasn’t really. It wasn’t home without Annie, but it would do until the show. Finally, he stepped in the door and realized just how clean he’d left it. IT was kind of odd for a guy to have such cleanliness, but Denny knew he’d be going out and not coming back for a while (two days), so he cleaned up and threw dirty clothing into the laundry room. That was what he did with these clothes; he took them off, threw them into the laundry room, then headed for the shower. He felt oily and gross and he knew he’d feel even worse and more self conscious if he didn’t shower before getting sweaty and gross again during the set.

When he was done cleansing his body and hair, he wrapped himself in a plain white towel and quietly, even though he was the only one home, moved into his bedroom and nearly cried. Nearly; he was just overwhelmed with how lonely he was without Annie around, sitting on the end of his bed with her legs tucked under her body that he almost gave in to his emotions and cried. But he kept it together; he held his breath and moved across the room to pull out his ‘GOD SAVE THE TEENAGERS OF AMERICA’ shirt, some jeans, and a clean pair of socks. When he was dressed, Denver went back into his bathroom to perfect the art of hair styling, and once that task was completed he moved back into his bedroom, trying to figure out what the fuck to do with the rest of the day. He had hours until he needed to leave; he could shift again but that would include getting nude and flying around with no way to count time, so Denver ruled that out. He could play guitar, but he’d be doing that all night.

Finally, he just chose to do what he’d done at Annie’s apartment; he watched television until time rolled around as slowly as it could for him, and the time changed to when he needed to leave. He picked up his guitar in its case, threw the strap over his shoulder, pushed his feet into lace-less Vans and headed out. He didn’t have a car, didn’t have the money for one, and the bar wasn’t too far so in the cool air that was probably too cold for someone to be walking in anyway, the walk wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t windy, but if it had been Denver would have been chilled to the bone. Still, he leisurely made it to the bar early, the way he always had. He was used to being at the venue, nearly set up and ready to play before Annie even walked through the door, but Denver usually only complained when she was extremely late. Things were complicated between them and their sets, especially after the last two days, but once they were on stage and performing everything fell into place and finally something about them made some fucking sense.

And then the waiting commenced. He didn’t know when Annie would show up or where she’d be when that time came around; he was used to seeing her drunk before sets, which meant she could be anywhere because that was just a habit of Annie’s. So he put himself into the set-mindset; he started practicing and tuning his guitar while at the same time warmed up some vocals. This was Denny’s ritual while Annie’s was to drink before getting on stage, but at least by the time they did get on stage they were focused and able to perform. So Denver just continued to tune both his instrument and his vocal chords when Annie burst through the door (pretty much anyway) and attacked his arm. He didn’t mind it; Denny’d been longing for her to touch him/him to touch her since he’d given her one last look before leaving her apartment.

Then she asked about a girl. What girl? Denny didn’t know any girls besides Annie and Abby, both of whom were in the room by that point (thought Denver hadn’t realized Abby had made an entrance until then). Denver turned to see who (or what, consider Annie’s condition) Annie was talking about, and nearly had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Was that…..is there…..were there two Annies? Denver couldn’t even contain the smile on his face at the thought, but it quickly diminished when he realized there was no fucking way that there was more than one Annie. The real Annie, regardless of the reality of the other Annie, was standing right next to him, holding on to his sleeve as he tried to tune his guitar to perfection. He looked between the Real Annie and the Annie in the crowed and shrugged, a really curious expression adorning his face. “I dunno,” he said softly, looking at Abby like she might have an explanation. “You’re a bartender – you know people. Do you know who that…..that Annie-replica is?” Denny didn’t know what he was asking, or that there was a possibility that Annie had a twin but….there that girl was.

“Did someone put a mirror in a hidden corner or something, or am I seeing double?” Denver was starting to freak out over this. He didn’t know anything about a second Annie and….what if he mistook this other Annie as his Annie and his Annie blew up and totally hated him for the rest of his life? Denny knew he’d hate her if the situation was flipped three-hundred and sixty degrees. Well, no he wouldn’t because Denny didn’t have the same mood swings as Annie but he’d still be jealous and vengeful. “Abby please tell me you know this girl.” He was desperate for an answer, hoping to set the night right between him, Annie, and this…mystery Annie.



1072 -- annie/sere, abby/alice, addison/jenn, and denny's the only one that doesn't start with a. -- image from safa at caution because i was lazy; lyrics to anberlin -- OUTFIT -- OKAY DONE NOW! denny's literally freaking out over this lmfao. XD

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you could just breathe the air
OUT OF YOUR LUNGS, SEE; IT'S ONLY GRAVITY, STAY NEXT TO ME

The only comparison for Annie’s mind at this point was something like a squirrel locked in a conference room of angry journalists and epilepsy-inducing lights. A far stretch as far as analogies go, but that was a good idea of what you might see if you went into her mind. And that was the brilliant thing about having Denver there; he was like that open door in that sickly room. And so she had rushed for him, and a tug on his sleeve went to clinging to his arm, and gradually to just turning and burying her head in his chest in an effort to block out all the excess stimuli. She’d already been having a rough few days, and then this, and seeing that girl that looked so alike to her was just too much for one bipolar-like chick to handle. Not to mention she had gone almost two days without eating. It was all just starting to pile up on her, and Annie’s defense to it all was like a house of cards; there would be that one jack that would just send the whole thing tumbling down into an oblivion that she couldn’t drag it out of. And, after he had pulled her through everything that had happened up until this point, her natural instinct was to go to Denny for comfort. It was odd, because she couldn’t think of anyone else that found him comforting; to Boss he was a friend and band mate, not a solace. To Abby he was just the boyfriend of one of her only friends, and while they might be acquaintances, they wouldn’t hang out if Annie wasn’t there. To his family, maybe, but she had this strange feeling that they all just saw him as a liar. To everyone else he was a an ex-con, the polar opposite of something comforting. Maybe that was for the better, though, because that meant that she got him all to herself.

My, how her thinking had changed in a matter of days. He had been her friend, someone she counted on, chilled with, but felt no real loyalty to. At some point, that had changed, and she started getting more attached, which normally would have que’d alarms in her mind, and she would have left town. But for some reason there was no alarm, so she stayed. And that attachment grew, letting it’s roots shift into something far more sinister in her mind, trust. Afterwards everything just sloshed together and grinded together like a blender and her feelings got all droopy and colorful and confusing and hurtful and infuriating. She hated when things weren’t black and white, which made her a hypocrite; because then she couldn’t understand things, and couldn’t understand other people, and she would get frustrated. That had been the point when her mood swings had given her a taste of her own medicine. And then they had dinner and she had wanted to kiss him like she hadn’t really ever wanted anything else. And then in the morning he had, and the trust that had been lurking under her skin lashed out it’s angry teeth and forced her to sacrifice herself to it, to him. Maybe Denny never saw it – and Annie wouldn’t want him to, because he wasn’t to blame – but Annie knew that it was alive, and it had hurt. To give up something so close to her hurt so terribly, and she had to rely on trust, something she had never been to sure of. Trust was a fable, trust was thin ice over the Arctic Ocean, trust was a fraying rope on a bungee jump, trust was sinister, trust was untrustworthy. She had never chosen to trust anyone (because she was born trusting her dad, and he had done nothing to contradict those feelings) but then she had unconsciously done so with Denny, and completely forgotten about it up until that very emotion reared its ugly head in her face.

Now she was feeling possessive. Maybe it was the canine in her, but she really just wanted to be with him all the time, and not let anyone else near. So she didn’t think she would say anything about it, or act on it, but she really couldn’t help that it was evident now. Especially since her guard was down because of the beverages in her belly. She just wanted to lay on him like she had this morning, for hours on end and never make a peep, just listen to his breathing and think Finally, someone took time to look at me, took time to defend me, took time to love me. And that word, love, brought another wavering round of onslaught on her mind. Love was much more felonious than trust, yet she had willingly admitted to having the emotion for Denny. She backtracked; god, she hoped she meant it. She couldn’t take it back by any means, but hopefully one day she could just be quiet for a little while, and then look him in the eyes and say it with the conviction that she really did mean it. Annie, being the contradiction that she was, didn’t like to throw around words (as much as she did). She envied Denver for his ability to keep cool and pick the perfect words, and even if they weren’t the perfect words they sounded good enough to where you could trick yourself into believing him. But she did believe him, and she just wished she could believe herself, too.

”She’s odd.” Annie slurred, in reference to the girl that looked like her. ”I-I mean… that’s odd.” She shruggled, clearly not getting the point that she was looking for, and clearly no longer concerned. Not that it mattered too much, because her voice was cripplingly muffled by Denny’s chest. ”Abby, I don’t drink for the…” she paused, swimming in her mind for the word she meant. ”..recreation. I drink ‘cause I’m good at it.” Annie just didn’t make a lot of sense right now, not that anyone could really blame her. (Although they could blame her for drinking in the first place, one might suppose.) She just needed to get all of this out of her system so she could turn around, plaster a smile on her face that really didn’t belong, and try to put on a good show, like she had so many times before.

That smile that she was so used to faking, tonight it had some legitimate reasons, but even more reasons as to not have it there. Reasons that led her lips to choose the form, and reasons that made it more shaky than the frown that had been there. Denny standing somewhere beside her was probably the biggest factor, but all the little things that had led up to them still hurt her so bad anytime she thought of it. She wasn’t sure if he would realize that, but they were really just a big collaboration of all of Annie’s faults, at this point anyway. And so as much as she loved this, she was still just as fearful, just as scared. But instead she just shrugged again, and sighed, wrapping her arms around Denny because she really just fucking wanted to, okay?




1,212 FOREAL. - outfit - lyrics to crush me by go periscope - so evidently it sucked. whateeeeves. - finally explored annie's fear of truuustingggg. (go back and read that, and pretend i said trusting in a gay voice.... seem wasn't that better?)

[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

Abby took a big swig of her beer. There was no way this was happening. She looked out in the crowd and tried to find the other Annie. She couldn't find her though. She looked in Annie's mind and was instantly confused. When the hell was going on in there? She saw so much that she didn't want to see. How Annie wasn't eating. How she was drinking more often than she thought she was. But mainly she saw a lot of Denny. Much more than she had barged for. She saw him though her eyes. How he was that rock for her. How his family saw him as a lair. Everything came rushing at her. Abby felt like she had to sit down. But there was no chair for her to have a seat in, so she just drank down another big gulp of her beer. She swished it around before she said anything. "Denny, just because I work in a bar, doesn't mean I know every single person that lives here. Sorry babe. Abby said to him. She could tell he was freaking out about this. And being the noisy girl she was, she took a peek at what was going on in his head.

Denny was also very confused. She saw what he saw as he looked into the crowd. The girl was standing right there. Abby looked over again and spotted her this time. Hols shit! there was Annie. But the fake Annie. Abby watched what went though Denny's head. He was scared that he was going to cheat on Annie with fake Annie? That thought made her laugh. But she had to contain it within herself (but a small smile did cross her lips). No one knew that she could read minds. It was her little secret. And Abby of all people knew about secrets. She knew every one's secrets. She knew how Annie really felt about Denny and vise versa, she knew they were both shifters and basically anything else that passed though their head, weather they wanted her to know it or not. But it took a lot of energy to keep up with it all. If she got mixed up, even just once, with knowing something she wasn't supposed to, she would be screwed. It was a lot to keep in. She thought about going to see someone about it. Like a therapist or something. But if she told them that she could read minds, Abby would be locked up and up in the loony bin. So she just kept everything to herself, or told her cat Lola. So she could be labeled the crazy-cat-lady-that-could-read-minds. Yeah that was a great title.

Abby went back to looking at Annie's mind. She just felt safer in there. But as soon as she had, she regretted it. All of Annie's thoughts were "ohh Denny i love you, I hate people, Denny let's fuck." Abby was not having a good time being in drunk Annie's head. Not fun at all. She listened to Annie ramble on. All of her words were slurred, but being in her mind, Abby knew what she meant, not that she could tell anyone what the drunk really ment. "Shhhh Annie, stop talking. You don't know what you're saying." Abby said with a smile and a laugh. She listened to Annie's mind a little bit longer. She listened to the drunken girl think about hers and Denny's relationship. Oh the joy she got out of that. Failing to find any interest in either of the two standing in front of her minds, she let the room fill her. And like the flood gates had opened there was double the noise as there was before. Abby took another swig of her beer only to realize that she was out. She quickly scanned the room in search of a waitress. When she finally spotted one she yelled as loud as she could manage (which was a lot louder than she needed to be) to bring her two more beers. She was going to need them if she was going to put up with this situation all night. And she was most likely going to need some popcorn when the real shit went down.

Abby wait for her beers and watched Annie and Denny. Annie was forever drunk and Abby hoped that she could get that dunk soon to. She needed a drink right now more than anything. She hated drinking to escape though. It was to much like her mom. But Abby didn't get violent when she was drunk. Her mother on the other had did. Cater beat the shit out of Abby when she got to drunk. But Abby never got mad at her. Never got overly depressed with it. She just kind of moved on. because Abby could read minds, she knew what her mom was thinking. She knew that the hits weren't directed at her, but at her dad. Both of her parents had the mind reader gene, but neither one could read minds. Bccording her her dad, Abby's grandfather could read minds, and even had the power to control others emotions. But Abby couldn't do that. On Carter's side, her mother, Abby's grandmother could read minds. She could get in someone's mind and weather you were thinking about a thought or not she could see everything. Abby knew that if she put effort into mind reading, she could be just as great as her grandparents, but that would involve effort. And Abby had a policy on effort: do as little as possible. And just the bare minimum. She didn't want to be able to go deeper into people's minds. It was their business. And she tried the best she could to stay the hell out of it.

Abby turned around when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Finally the waitress came back. She grabbed the first bottle and drained it in seconds. The second she started sipping. Letting the alcohol rush to her brain and numb some of her senses. But as strange as it was, the drunker she got, the better she was at mind reading. And the more crazy she got. But that was a different story all together. When she about half way into her third beer, she figured she should tune back into what Denny and Annie were talking about. After all she was standing right there. She had let her courtesy get the best of her. Who was that strange other Annie in the crowd?

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words• 1132 words! XD
notes•ohh Abby.
outfit• HERE

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

you've got the better part of me
ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL

Too many things were going on all at once. There was the bar music, the lights, the set up, the crowd, the girl that was starting to scare him, the fact that Annie was drunk, and the fact that Abby was getting there. Denny was just….his mind was spinning in circles so much that he could almost literately feel it move. He felt like he had to sit, hold his head, and hope things around him were all just a part of a huge, complicated dream or nightmare. But they weren’t, and there was no where to sit, and Annie was again becoming a heavy weight on his arm, but for a different reason than she had the day before. Now she wasn’t tired, she was just drunk and swirly and haze-minded minus the hash. Denny was just in a state of mind where he either needed to be alone and not talk to anyone for a few hours, or get on stage and get his mind off of everything except for his guitar.

But with that girl, that second Annie out there, he didn’t think even that would work. Still, he really didn’t have much of a choice. Of all things that people didn’t expect from an ex-criminal, Denver was one of the most loyal, hardworking people he knew, and he’d admit it if you asked him. He wouldn’t walk out of that bar until he played a fucking show; his determination to make a name for himself regardless of his past pushed him past the circumstances. However, he couldn’t do much with an absent Boss and an Annie that was all over him, though he wasn’t complaining per say about the latter of the two. Just because he couldn’t play his guitar with her against him didn’t mean he found that ‘against him’ part to be a bad thing. Actually, when Annie was ‘against him’, Denny pretty much forgot about everything else. He didn’t think about Abby, didn’t think about the Annie-double, didn’t even think about how late Boss was (or if he was alive at all); all Denny thought about was helping Annie because that’s what good boyfriends did, right?

“Yeah, it is.” It was almost too odd; odd enough to bring Denny out of the thoughts he’d buried himself into. He looked back out from the door and saw that girl again, trying to keep his mind from freaking out again. Honestly, if that happened he’d have to sneak out, strip down, and fly – it would be the only thing able to calm him down besides holding Annie (kissing her preferably), but she was too drunk to know the difference. Still, just looking at this girl that he’d never seen (obviously because the real Annie to him was in his arms) that looked like someone had taken his Annie and stuffed her in a copier machine…..it was beginning to really just take a toll on his mentality. The what ifs were running around in his head with some but thens at the same time. Things were running out of place and….Denny just stopped. He turned away from the girl, looked right at Annie, and nearly just planted his whole face against hers.

He didn’t because Abby was still standing there. Sure, she was drinking and she was doing it as she pleased, but he wasn’t about to make something public that didn’t need to be if Annie didn’t want it to be. Instead, Denny just looked at Abby and shrugged. He was trying to physically keep his cool, as to not set anyone off or anything. Even if Annie was in a drunken mind set, she was still unpredictable to Denny; she could still blow up and totally turn her back to him with one wrong move. “I thought maybe you’d have recognized an Annie not acting like herself, you know?” Unless, of course, that copy cat didn’t drink…or party. But in this town, who wouldn’t? Just because Denny preferred not to go on stage drunk like Annie did didn’t mean he didn’t drink. And he partied, just not as hard as some of the other kids in town did. He usually sat around with a drink and socialized with anyone that was brave enough to talk to the kid that wrongfully went to jail years ago.

Denny sighed, trying to keep his mind as clear as he could. He was nervous about getting on stage as it was (pre-show jitters never really got to him, but it wasn’t like he was immune to them), and on top of that he’d freaked out over something that could easily just be avoided. On the other hand, the situation playing in his head could just as easily happen, and with his luck they probably would. However, he found sighing calming in a way, so he did it again just to keep himself from shaking. He held Annie without looking at the other one of her, keeping his guitar just as close as he was holding Annie without squishing the two together successfully. “We have to go on in a few. Where the fuck is Boss?” Denny looked around the room and out the door, avoiding looking in other Annie’s direction. He cleverly avoided even looking at the section he’d recognized with her in it, and because of such an avoidance he kept her out of his mind. The only Annie that was on his mind was the real Annie; his Annie.

He turned back to Annie and Abby and sighed once more, trying to keep himself as calm as he could before he left the room to perform. He obviously couldn’t at the moment for the same reasons as before, but he knew the sooner he could the sooner he could go home and sleep everything off like it was just a bad, horrible, terrible nightmare. Just then, as if almost suddenly, what Annie had told Abby registered in his mind. Of course. he thought. Only Annie would say something like that, that she was good at drinking. Denny sort of rolled his eyes but only slightly and just as slightly shook his head. His reactions were being cut short due to his nerves and the mindless rambling in his head, but he was still able to understand what she was saying probably better than Annie could understand it herself. “That, you happen to be.” His voice was that of a joking tone, and quiet as if to have Annie totally not hear it at all. He looked over at Abby again and thought about taking a beer from her just to keep himself in focus, but he realized that just wouldn’t work.

Drinking for clarity was just an oxymoron.



1122 -- annie/sere, abby/alice, addison/jenn, boss, and denny's the only one that doesn't start with a. -- image from safa at caution because i was lazy; lyrics to anberlin -- OUTFIT -- definitely done and omfg i'm so tired. i hope you like it though <3

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you could just breathe the air
OUT OF YOUR LUNGS, SEE; IT'S ONLY GRAVITY, STAY NEXT TO ME

Annie shivered, and pressed herself up against Denny a little bit more. Well, it was now or never, she supposed. She took a breath, one last big inhale of her boy who smelled like sky, and turned away, a little had she had to be doing so. ”I dunno.” She muttered, and ran a hand through her hair. She didn’t have to keep up with the bassist. Her job was to show up and sing, and sometimes she did it a little late, but it was her job and she liked to think that she did it well. She guessed that left Denny with the task of keeping track of everyone, which was really only logical, because he was the most level-headed of the trio; Annie didn’t really give a fuck sometimes, and she wasn’t really sure about Boston’s views, because, as mentioned, it wasn’t her job to keep track of him. She sighed. ”I’m going to get something to drink, or something. I’ll see you out there in a few minutes.” She was getting water though, honest. Plus, she could have her attention-driven moments; she wanted to make a big, jumping entrance, just to completely demand the spotlight for that moment. And so she did; she walked a few steps over to the table that there were some drinks, and it was noticeable, as soon as she was gone from Denny she broke down a little. People crowded around her harmlessly were suddenly malicious and merciless, breaking into her space and seemingly intent on bringing her down. She missed him terribly, and her whole body just ached to be back by his side, and it felt like it would cure everything to give in. But she couldn’t, she just somberly drank and tapped her fingers against the glass. The haze that shrouded her mind and was normally beneficial on these nights was cumbersome in the wake of the trauma that stepping away from Denver had risen. She shook her head and tried her hardest to understand what was happening, what was happening. She turned and saw Boss walk in then, grab his instrument and walk on stage. She sighed, guessing that was her que. She wasn’t sure why, but maybe tonight her heart just wasn’t in it. But she’d be damned if she didn’t try.

She was wrong though, her heart was in it. As soon as she walked on that stage, and her gaze connected with Denny, her entire horizon was on fire. She wasn’t sure if it was him, or the beer tumbling in her bloodstream, or the lights that almost flickered angrily, abstractly. Maybe it was the noise blaring from all around her, be it Denver or Boston of the crowd, or anyone, but she could feel it then. Everything was alive. Annie felt it in her bones, in her stomach, in her heart. It was easy to let go of everything that had happened in the last couple of days in order to give it up for this. Sure, the ghost of it lay heavy on her skin like a layer of dirt, but it was easy to ignore. Because she could look at the crowd and feel energy buzz in her fingertips, drive her insane, and then look at Denny, and feel this calm unlike anything else, like she was on fire and she hadn’t realized it until his gaze put the blazes out. He was everything that slowed her down when her mind and body were a tornado beyond compare. She could get herself excited and get carried away, but she looked at Denny and felt grounded. He let her fly, but not float away. It reminded her of the feelings that she had the day before, when he stood up for her against Seth, even though he had no idea what he was getting into. It reminded her of last night, when she said that she would hold his world together. She didn’t know what she was signing up for, but it was worth it to see that look on his face, to know that she had caused it. She would keep him together forever just to see that look again, just to know that the way he felt for her wasn’t some capricious feeling that would fade. It gave her hope that she had made a lasting impression.

If Denver left her, Annie’s world would fall apart.

It would crumble into pieces, scattered across a floor that was already cluttered, impossible to bring back together. There would be no going back; her world had already been a bit broken when he came along, but then he took the time to make sure all the pieces fit together like a puzzle, and now they were in the process of gluing everything. And Denny, he was the glue. He was the seams that held the fabric of her universe together. At this moment when her voice blared loudly, he was the back bone to her, the method to her madness. His rhythm shifted to her melody like his fingers in her hands. She couldn’t possibly remember anything that was happening right now; she was forgetting the words as soon as they left her mouth. But that was okay, because there were so many things going in and out of her body at that moment that she couldn’t feel any remorse for not being able to hold on to a few things.

Once they were done and she wandered off stage, she put a hand on either side of her head, and just shook her head back and forth, because she was just kind of at her wit’s end. Her body was on fire it seemed. She picked her head up in time to see Denver come out, and she suddenly made insteneously, charging towards Denny and just jumping on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his the best she could in an effort to stay on. She kissed his neck, below his ear, because she was just feeling so crazy right now, it was like this whole thing was just some crazy dream, and she just couldn’t help herself. ”You weren’t lying, right? You’ll stay with me, right?” She whispered, dizzy from everything that had just happened.





1,050 - outfit - lyrics to crush me by go periscope - so evidently it sucked. whateeeeves. - annnnnd, scene.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

you've got the better part of me
ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL

Nothing was going as good as it had the two days prior to this show. Nothing was going to end as well, as far as Denver could see. Though he didn’t always dwell in thoughts that troubled his mind on top of his nerves, he was quite the pessimist most of the time. Therefore, his mind was practically wired to see the darker side of things, at least most of the time. He hadn’t always been that way, which meant in some situations Denny didn’t see the horrible, unwanted side of every situation. He’d see it, whether he meant to or not, and in some cases like this night in particular, he’d freak out over what was running through his head. This wasn’t some sort of paranormal ability that came along with shifting and the circumstances of his world or whatever. This was simply Denny being Denny and totally freaking out over nothing when he should just be concentrating on playing and playing well. Annie walking away from him to get a drink wasn’t helping anything whatsoever.

All he could do was sit there and tell himself not to freak out while he was freaking out. Denny didn’t know what to do really; there was the whole Two Annies thing that was really throwing him off, his nerves were messing with his head, and Annie was…..well, from what he could see she was drinking water. Good, that was just one less thing he had to stress about. Finally, Boss walked in and Denny sighed. That was another thing to cross off of his list of things to freak out over. “You’re late, asshole.” Denny totally didn’t mean that in a derogatory way, and his tone let the bassist know that. He was joking, the first time he had since he’d stepped into the bar. This was his friend, like Annie was only…..not nearly as intimate, and late or not Denver wasn’t an asshole, a douche bag, a traitor, or a pirate to any of his friends. So Denver smiled and shook his head, taking his guitar as he followed Boss onto the small stage of the packed bar, feeling alive as his body switched from stressed and nervous to running on adrenaline and hyped all at once. The world seemed to shift to him, too, and as he pushed his guitar to its rightful place in front of him, he felt the shift complete – a familiar feeling he knew well because of his own shifting abilities.

Looking at that Other Annie wasn’t so hard anymore. In fact, she was just another face below him, in the crowd, no longer a carbon copy of His Annie. His Annie came right up onto the stage at the right time and took the spotlight, bringing all of the attention to herself. Though some guys might think that was just cockiness and a need for attention, Denny knew better. Annie loved feeling like she was on top of the world, and she was when she was singing. She was great at it – better than great, but there were no words worthy of Annie’s talents. Compared to those, Denver was just the sound. He was just the audio track to the vocals that went together in a harmony like any other, and the bass backed up both with both beats and a dark undertone to the lyrics and the chords of Denny’s guitar. Things all just became noise to him; love didn’t exist, relationships were extinct, people were blurs, and Denver was just simply a guitar with arms. The world hadn’t been created, the universe was still just a dense mass of nothingness that stretched on forever and ever. Denver was a small particle in the universe, bringing it all together with Annie’s immense power, heat, and energy. Everything fell into place on stage.

And then, just as fast as it had started and come together, it all ended and suddenly…..wait – no. Denny’s world wasn’t falling apart. Just because he’d felt like it had been before didn’t mean it actually had been. The only thing that could break Denny’s world was Annie walking out of it forever. Before, he’d just been freaking out – and now he couldn’t remember over what. He didn’t even have enough time to put his guitar down before the room was spinning with that post-show victory, and his mind and body was still lost in the set. He couldn’t help but smile in a hot, sweaty glory that he couldn’t describe in any case scenario. Everything was spinning but in the best way possible; people’s faces were blurry so Denny couldn’t tell who they were – besides the faces he knew well like Annie, Abby, and Boss – and the walls around him seemed to sway like he was in a fun house. This feeling, this state of complete and utter euphony just brought Denver into a state he couldn’t be in under normal circumstances unless he was in his vulture form. It made everything he’d been feeling before the set – the anxiety, the stress, the panic – worth all of the agony and pain, even if it wasn’t exactly physically so.

The only thing that brought him out of that state was the extra sudden weight on his back. Denny didn’t have to turn his head and try to make out the face to know who it was – the weight was rather familiar after having her nearly drag him down with sudden weight the past two days. It was a constant weight, and so now that she was on his back he was able to readjust himself and his muscles and bodily functions with his muscles correctly without falling over and causing a huge train wreck of bodies in the hall. He held her as close to him as he could since she was behind him and listened to what she said. Was she crazy? Did she not take what he’d said seriously? Well, in all honesty Denny knew she did, knew that these questions were just out of precaution. He pushed her up with as much strength as he could through his arms before he answered her, taking the time to find the right words. It didn’t take too long because he wasn’t drunk – possibly just on a natural high or something – and he knew anything he would say to her would be whole-heartedly honest. He didn’t expect tears or a breakdown or whatever, but now that he had His Annie in a room with just him (maybe Boss and Abby too, Denny didn’t notice though) without having to see that Carbon Copy, things would be easier to concentrate on and honesty would be easier to deliver.

He felt her kiss his neck and really just wanted to turn around, pin her to a wall and kiss her like he never had before. He could probably get away with it because she was sort of drunk still, but Denny didn’t particularly feel like ruining this sort of…..somewhat intimate moment with heated passion that might just get nowhere. Plus, he’d told himself taking things at Annie’s pace was what he was gong to do, and with as much pride and dignity as he could, he was going to keep to his word. Annie would lead the way and Denny would follow, understanding when the next level was rewarded to him and when he had to stop and take a break. But her question….it nearly broke him in half. Her kiss built him up; her question broke him down. It was sort of ironical how one person could work in such contrasting ways, but Denny was used to it with Annie. It wasn’t fair to say he expected it, but just that he was familiar with her ways…mostly anyway.

He turned his head slightly and caught the sight of her face in the corner of his peripheral vision. “Annie, I will never, ever leave you.” He said it in a low enough voice for Annie and only Annie to hear. “I’ve never lied to you before, and I wasn’t lying when I told you I’d stick around. I’m not the kind of guy you’ll find a note from in the morning, not the kind of guy that would get bored of you or so irritated that I’ll just walk away.” He made himself seem like he really was different from all other people, and in some ways he was, but Denny was still a man. He still had wants and needs, but none of those really needed to be addressed and discussed in a conversation like this. “You’re going to have to try really, extremely hard to scare me away.”



1446-- annie/sere, abby/alice, addison/jenn, and denny's the only one that doesn't start with a. -- image from safa at caution because i was lazy; lyrics to anberlin -- OUTFIT -- i love this one after the first two paragraphs. i think that's it but whatever XD

[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

Abby watched Denny and Annie talk for a little bet longer. Hearing everything that when through their heads and she just couldn't take it anymore. Hearing them having weird, crazy, sexual, paranoid, and drunk thoughts just did not appease Abby. "Okay guys, I'm going to go and set up my camera. and umm... yeah so I'll just be in the pit." Abby said almost leaving the last word hanging. Then she turned and walked away. She was swishing around the not almost empty beer bottle in her hand. She chugged the last little bit of beer and let the rest of the voices in the room fill her head. they weren't as bad when she wasn't trying to pay attention to someone particular. Abby walked over to the bar and ordered another beer. The girl behind the counter looked at her for a second before grabbing one from behind her. Abby, of course, had to know what she was thinking about her. This girl does not look old enough to be drinking, I should really check her ID, but I just am not getting paid enough for this. And she already looks pretty tipsy. Whatever" Abby pulled out of her brain. She was done listing to how she didn't look old enough to be drinking. So maybe she wasn't old enough to be doing half the shit she was doing, but a fake ID made everything all better. And it wasn't even all that fake. Just the year was. And that wasn't so bad. Abby drank her beer and waited for Denny and Annie to come onstage. But being the impatient girl that she was, she went into the pit a little early. Not that it was to big of a deal.

Abby got in the pit and started taking pictures of everything. She only felt truly happy when she was. And watching two of her best friends up there was like a rush. She felt a smile cross her lips. She was not a people person, and being in a crowed bar like she was, taking pictures of her friends, well it had to make her happy. But she never really liked people. Even as a child. She liked to wonder off into her own little world of make believe. It was always more fun and better there. She wished she could go back to those days. When everything was easy and care free. Back before her mom beat her, back before her dad was having three affairs a week, just back before everything went to shit. But she guessed she handled everything pretty well. She hadn't ever cut herself or go crazy. She stayed sane for the most part and just ignored everyone the best she could. Her only problem was she had started smoking weed when she was thirteen, but she had quit that, at least for the time being. But she was starting to open back up again. And that was good. It was nice to not have to keep everything bottles up indies, even if she was only really talking to her cat.

Abby tried so hard to stay focused. She tried to get the best picture she could of Annie singing her ass of and Denny, well just being Denny. And of course she got a bunch of pictures of Boss too. Abby had always found him attractive in many ways, but never in the romantic way. More in the "let's go and have a one night stand and I'll see you when you get on stage" kind of way. But he was still very hot. But Abby was different from them. She was just kind of there. Fading in and out of the background. Away and off in her own world. It was a better place there and filled with things that actually mattered. She was a mind reader, and they were shifters. Well, expect Boss. She didn't quite know what he was. Maybe a normal human? She just did not know. And she was always the one behind the counter or behind the camera. They were always off on the dance floor or in stage in front of a thousand cameras. Abby just kind of existed.

Abby looked out the window at the front of the bar. It was growing darker and she could feel a rush start. She loved staying up late and being around to see the interesting people that came out at night. Even if she hated people she had to admit that some did entertain her. She loved watching the drag queens walk the streets like they owned them, and she guessed in a way they did. They were fun to look at. Then there were the druggies that she saw on the sidewalk. They always looked so strung out and lost. Gone off to bigger and better places. Like wonderland. Oh how she wondered what it was like there. In the land of make believe and pretty colors. Oh how she wanted to fly. But she couldn't. Couldn't let herself get that way. It was risky business and not something she really wanted to fuck with. But it was a good idea in theory.

When Drawing Blanks was done with their set, Abby scurried back stage to see them. She pushed though the crowd of people trying to make her way back stage again. But she regretting everything the second she had. Denny and Annie were all fucking over each other. All lovey dovey and shit. Gross. Abby looked around for Boss. Maybe keep him some company. At least he was interesting, and slightly less drunk. "Gross bro. Save that shit for the bedroom" she said to Annie and Denny when she saw them kiss. She also got a quick look in Denny's head by accident. HE WANTED TO DO WHAT TO HER? Pin Annie against the wall? Goddamn. She really needed to learn how to mind her own business. She could feel herself chagrin back. Abby spotted Boss in the corner of the room, quickly distracted by him, and she danced over to him. She could feel the liquor getting to her head now. She could feel herself flirting hard core with Boss. But she really couldn't care less. There was enough alcohol in her that she didn't really care much about anything.

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words• 1043 words! XD
notes•ohh Abby.
outfit• HERE

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you could just breathe the air
OUT OF YOUR LUNGS, SEE; IT'S ONLY GRAVITY, STAY NEXT TO ME

Denver supported her weight in more than one way, physically, emotionally, mentally. He readjusted himself so they were both comfortable, so that he could hold her up. He told her he loved her, he told her that she was alright, he would make sure she was alright. Annie might have been crazy, but Denny would never admit that he thought she was, he made sure that she stayed in her mind half the time. It was good to have that feeling of stability, especially when her mind was reeling so terribly. She felt like she was swimming in the air that was expelled from her lungs. The atmosphere pressed down on her in the oddest way, like it was trying to steal her breath, or permanently join her with Denny – not that she would complain about that. .She sighed, listening to him. “Annie, I will never, ever leave you.” His tone was hushed; the only intended audience was Annie, which made her feel better because he wasn’t saying it to say it, to fill some idea that everyone else had of them, or because he felt obligated. And when he went on to explain himself, it made her feel even better. Now she wasn’t low, like liquor was supposed to bring you; she was on a high, dizzy and out of breath from the set, sweating out the alcohol and her stomach was full of water, so it was leaving her system anyway; she was still pretty drunk, seeing as she’d had her seventh beer before walking into the venue, but she’d sobered up considerably. She sighed, and kissed him on the neck again, but this time lay her head there in the crook of his neck. She was entirely comfortable right there, and didn’t really give any thought about whether or not she was straining him. She was going to guess that she didn’t, because Denny was strong, and Annie like to think that she didn’t weigh a lot. She closed her eyes, because this was a very good place to be, even if they were both kind of sticky and pretty gross. (Annie hadn’t showered in like two days. Not that she was proud of the fact.)

She felt like she could go to sleep there, just laying against her back, although she guessed that was somewhat odd. But she liked it, and that mattered to her in the end, that mattered the most. So she just stayed there with her eyes close, kind of caught in that limbo of sleep and not sleep, not quite aware of whatever Denny was doing. It was peaceful enough until Abby came back into the room. "Gross bro. Save that shit for the bedroom" She lifed her head, and then shook it a little, tired, unfortunately more dizzy than she had been when she had put her head down. Annie finally jumped down from Denny, shaky when she hit the ground. She placed her hand on Denny’s shoulder and left it there for balance before leaning all the way against him. ”O’rly?” She joked, and then laughed, and turned, and began to make out with Denny, just to piss Abby off a little more. She knew that Abby could read minds; it never really bothered her and she never really felt violated that Abby could break into Annie’s mind. She honestly doubted that the blonde could keep up with her runaway train of thought. She was the only one who knew, and normally didn’t say anything about it. It was a completely accident that she had even found out; both girls had been wasted beyond measurement, and Abby accidently said something about Annie’s shifting, and Annie was at least aware enough to know that piece of information had never been given to the mind reader. Anyway, Annie normally didn’t really do anything about Abby’s mind reading. But right now she was feeling on top of the world, and so she would do whatever the hell she wanted. She mentally screamed Abby’s name, and kissed Denny harder.

The tension that they’d had all night was evident right then in her lips, in the way that she really just couldn’t keep her hands off of him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Annie was supposed to be afraid of any physical contact, Annie was supposed to shy away from the thought of Denny’s lips, the thought of his hands on her hips like they almost were. That’s what they both thought was supposed to happen. After this morning it seemed they had both resigned themselves to the idea of “that’ll be, one day” and yet here she was, feverishly kissing him like he was air itself. Well, one day was today – err, tonight. And she was letting Abby know about every thought that she was having right now, about how she didn’t think she could get enough. She knew that she also couldn’t handle anymore, but for the sake of spiting her friend, - and enjoying the moment – she merely focused on how good Denny tasted. And then finally, finally she pulled back. That kiss had felt like it had lasted forever, and Annabelle really wished it had. She leaned her head against his chest, and her forehead was sticky against the sweaty skin at the opening of his shirt. She laughed to herself. ’How’s that Abby?’ She could only think that for a second though, because she was flying.

Honestly, Annie didn’t think that she would ever have had a feeling like that in the world. Love had always been out of the question for her, it was never something that she had expected, and she sure as hell didn’t see it on her horizons, didn’t think that it would come as quickly as it did. It was fate, as cheesy and stupid as that sounded. How did a bird and dog find love? (Another good question was how did someone who had a beak half the time kiss so greatly?) How else would this strange girl have coaxed that strange boy out of his room, when he was in a funk that no one could pull him out of? How else could that very boy have convinced this capricious and volatile girl to stay in one place long enough to look around? And what had she done for him to fall in love with her? How had her crazy ideas and mixed up conceptions catch his gaze? Maybe it went back to convincing him to live again… And what convinced her to live her life with him that way? Maybe it was the fact that he slowed her down. Because that’s what Denver had done; Annie had always seemed to everyone to take life slowly, wait for it to come to her, because of the lazy way she acted. But he knew the truth; Annie bulldozed through life and not a thing stood in her way. She didn’t slow down. She came into a down and burned it to the ground and then left without a second thought about any of it. But not this time. He had slowed her down, made her stop and look around. And when she did everything was absolutely beautiful. But then her bad habits started throwing their ugly heads, and then she just happened to get next to him, and he said things, and then… now they were where they were. And she was done trying to question it. Because she was just going to accept it.

She laughed again, lighter, like at some unspoken joke that was just between her and Denver. And then, because she really couldn’t help herself and tonight seemed to be growing into a list of things that she was giving into, she leaned her head against his chest. His heart was beating wildly. She grinned like a cat, and looked across the room at Abby, who was flirting with Boss. ”Yo, broski, just get a bed!” She laughed again. This was where she belonged. With her friends, kissing someone she realized she loved, making fun, having fun. This was how everyone’s lives were supposed to be like, right?

The last thing on her mind was the girl that looked like her.






1,375 - outfit - lyrics to crush me by go periscope - unicorns.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

you've got the better part of me
ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL

There was probably not a single euphoric statement, word, or phrase anyone could use to describe the way Denver felt. Everything was on fire in that….pleasurable way that made you want to touch everything even if you got burned later. There was no pain to this flame, no heat other than a heat that set his whole nervous system into a frenzy and caused his bodily functions to just rage within his body, but not in a destructive way. Actually, his body felt quite constructive, if that made any sense whatsoever. Thought he’d walked into the bar and right into a tension he’d never really predicted between a drunk Annie and a Carbon Copy of her, this was totally flipped and reversed. Moods, especially his, had changed. The show had changed him. Getting in front of the people that wanted to listen to Drawing Blanks made him forget about the tension, renewed his personality, renewed his whole entire self. To him right there and then, everything was right again. Or at least everything that mattered to him was right.

His truthful words obviously paid off. Annie bought them, even though they weren’t really for sale. She believed them, and she showed them through another kiss on his neck and her head right where her lips had met his skin. Denny didn’t mind; she wasn’t really heavy to be honest, and he was more than willing to hold her up in any way he could. Denny voluntarily was her crutch, intentionally stood at a level low enough for her to lean on in every way. He put himself in that situation because he cared, and he knew he cared more than anyone ever had. He knew he cared more than anyone ever would; there would be those perverts that just wanted some ass, or those guys that thought they had a chance with Annie but….Denny knew none of them would ever be as close as he was to Annie. Not only that, he knew there was never going to be anyone on the planet nearly as close to him as Annie was. She knew things that no one else did, that no one else ever would. As far as he knew (for he was unaware of Abby’s supernatural abilities), Annie was the only one that knew that he hadn’t run over the girl in the accident that had sent him to Cape Cod’s Juvenile Detention center when he was seventeen.

Speaking of the Devil; Gross bro; save it for the bedroom rang through his ears. Denny’s eyes focused, because they hadn’t been closed but he’d been in a trance that made it seem like they had, and he realized he’d nearly just….sort of hypnotized himself with optimistic, light thoughts. He nearly glared at Abby, but the most he could produce through this euphony was a ironical smirk with a roll of his eyes. All playfully, of course. That was when he felt Annie jump off, and his arms just hanged down beside his frame. He didn’t know what to do with them now that he wasn’t holding onto Annie, but he didn’t have to worry about that for too long. Before he really had time to retort to Abby’s comments, Annie walked around him and pretty much forced a kiss. Hey, Denny wasn’t complaining. If she was taking this kind of advance, Denny was going to take what he could. Baby steps were better than no steps, he knew, so he put one hand on the side of her face he knew Abby could see, and the other hand closer to her hip but really just above her waist. It was a little awkward to have his hands in two places on her person, but Denny didn’t care. One hand was meant to show off; the other to hold and nurture.

Kissing Annie really meant everything to him. When his lips touched hers (or vice versa), the whole world around them disappeared. It was just Annie Windsor and Denny Hurley standing there, attached at the face, totally and obviously in love no matter what they said to each other (or what they didn’t say to each other). This was what love was to him, besides acceptance and belief that everything will work out. Love to Denver was when he kissed Annie and suddenly she was the only person he saw, the only person he felt, the only person or being or whatever that he knew and smelled and would ever want the way he wanted Annie. She was the latter anyway on any normal basis; she was definitely the only woman Denny would ever want the way he wanted her. That was love to him, and he knew he loved Annie even before this moment. But when she was advancing on him, kissing him whenever she felt the time was right….well, Denny didn’t really have words for the situation. What could he say? He already knew he loved her – what was more than love?

Either way, as she pulled back he almost couldn’t help himself. He almost pulled her right back to him and kissed her again, and he probably should have in retrospect, but he didn’t. He let her have her space and he kept his space, even though their spaces were pretty close and in fact, they touched no matter the space between the two of them. He saw what Annie was seeing, but slightly kept his attention on her instead of what he was looking at. He didn’t care what it was; it could have been that Carbon Copy Annie and he still wouldn’t have cared; Annie had just made out with him in front of people, and that was enough to keep his attention all on her instead of sporadically around the whole room. He laughed when she laughed, then he laughed at what she said to Abby. He gave the blond a look that told her, Karma’s coming back ‘round!, even though he didn’t mean it in a sense that would hurt her feelings. Abby was tough; for Denny to hurt her feelings for real, he’d have to try, and he wouldn’t do that. Besides the fact that she was a girl, she was one of his friends, and again Denny just didn’t do that to people that were his friends.

“Eating your words, are you Abby?” Of course he was still playing, still in that mood that he just couldn’t find a way out of. That was good – better than good, it was exceptional – and it showed in his tone. He wouldn’t have said something if he’d been in his normal mood, normality of life, but there he was pulling taboo jokes with his friends like there was nothing wrong with the one girl in the crowd that had stirred his thoughts just about an hour ago. Things had changed so drastically, and Denny didn’t know when they would end but he hoped they never would. To keep his mind from the slip of the emotions and actions he loved to see right then, he made a face at Abby as he wiggled his eye brows at both her and Boss, but then just laughed at himself and let his eyes become little slits like he was playing ding-dong-ditch or something.

Everyone was entitled to a little bit of immaturity every once in a while, even Denny, and for once he didn’t have to remind himself of such. For once it was coming naturally, and for once he was actually enjoying it fully. For once, everything was in its rightful place and set.



1268-- annie/sere, abby/alice, addison/jenn, and denny's the only one that doesn't start with a. -- image from safa at caution because i was lazy; lyrics to anberlin -- OUTFIT -- eh i'm half asleep i just hope you guys like it!

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Abby could feel her head buzzing. With the mix of alcohol, noise and being alive. She was happy to be where she was at that moment. Being surrounded by two of her best friends and flirting with a guy she wanted to get in bed with. What more could a girl ask for? She was at a bar drinking, taking pictures, and teasing guys. Three of her very favorite things. Abby was living the life she always wanted to have. She didn't think of her mom. No matter how bat shit crazy she maybe. She was still her mom. But Abby didn't have to think about her. And it was all better that way. She didn't want to think about the hits she took from her, the yelling and the cursing. She didn't have to think about any of it because she was doing what she loved. She also didn't think of her father. Or lack there of. Business trips her ass. There was a new girl working for him almost every month. And none of them ever seemed or looked qualified to work at a law firm. They looked more like they should have been working at Hooters or something. But still not a single thought went out to either one of her parents. Because she didn't need them. She was making it on her own pretty well.

Abby was to busy recklessly flirting with boss that she almost didn't hear Annie calling her name. But Abby could tell the way that Annie was still sucking face with her boy toy that she clearly had not said anything out loud. Fuck. Abby thought to herself. Annie was the only other person who knew that Abby could read minds. And Abby was stupid to tell her. Yeah it worked when they were in bars together, or when they couldn't speak out loud, Annie could communicate with her, and Abby was working on trying to communicate back to her. It was one of the few things she was putting effort into. Because this would be one of the few things that could come in handy for her. But so far, no such luck. Abby tried her best not to look over at the girl screaming her name. Abby couldn't look over there right now. Seeing Annie and Denny making out like they were would just make Abby puke up all of the alcohol she had had this evening. How's that Abby? She heard Annie scream at her.

Abby regretted telling Annie for the most part. She was also scared that Annie was going to tell someone one night while she was drunk or what not. Abby and Annie were drinking late one night and they were so drunk Abby did even realize what she was saying. She accidentally let it slip that she knew Annie was a shifter. But Annie was still sober enough to know that she had never told Abby. So before Abby could let Annie think the worst of her, she let it slip that she could read minds. And it hasn't had to many problems yet, but Abby was still worried about the whole situation. She had trusted Annie with the biggest secret she had. She was the only one outside of her family that knew about her little "talent." and Annie seemed to be okay with it for the most part. But Abby knew when to try and pull away from reading her mind. But sometimes it just wasn't her fault. It was like two people were talking to her at once. But Abby told Annie that she wouldn't read her mind when she didn't want her to. And Abby did the best she could to keep her word on that.

Right now though. She has never regretted telling Annie more. Hearing how great Denny was and how he "tasted." Yeah, it just wasn't fun. Abby tried to keep a semi-normal conversation going on between her and Boss, but she was quickly getting distracted by Annie's gross mind. Abby could finally think again when Annie pulled away from Denny. And Abby could tell without looking because there was no longer this weird twisted image in her mind. And there was no longer deep thoughts about how soft Denny's lips were. But not even seconds later Abby could hear Annie again, but this time it wasn't in her head. "Yo, broski, just get a bed!" Abby head before a laugh. Then of course she heard Denny as well, chime in with his, oh so witty comment. “Eating your words, are you Abby?” Abby smiled. She really did love having two best friends she could joke around with. "Well at least I didn't just basically have sex with the kid in the back of a bar half drunk. Because I'm a little bit classier than that." Abby yelled at them through slurred words before she laughed at them. Everyone here knew that Abby was just about the last thing from classy.

Abby got kind of slutty when she was drunk. And well she didn't always wait until she was in house, or apartment, or even the car, before she got it on. But she was never dumb about it. Because she could read minds, she could tell when they guy had something sketchy going on. Because they normally thought about it for a quick second before it was gone. But still. It was unfair for Annie and Denny to just assume that she was going to jump into boss's pants. Not that she wouldn't if he asked nicely... or he didn't have to ask nicely. Didn't really matter to her. But she wasn't going to do away with the poor bassist right then and there. Because then there really would be something for Annie and Denny to bug her about. And being the youngest one there, she was always the one to get picked on. But she didn't mind it as much. It made her feel like she was really a part of a family. Like she belonged there. Like she was loved.

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[Boston Caleb Reid]

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Most things change all the time. Relationships, fashion, even the lady who served you coffee from that one place on the corner. There wasn't a lot anyone could do about it, cause they couldn't help changing too. Death and taxes. That was what Boston could look forward to indefinitely, as far as most people he spoke to were concerned. But he thought the venues that the band played at held a lot more promise to be the same a thousand years from now than taxes did. The chaotic noise and mass of bodies didn't change with time as far as he could tell, they were always there to greet you when you walked in. Which was a little bit of comfort for Boss when he showed up mere moments before he was meant to be on stage. Not because he had overslept or gotten lost though. Boston rarely slept in, not even to a normal hour like 7 or 8. The boy got up at the crack of dawn most days with no help from an alarm clock, he was just awake then and had no hope of falling back asleep. So he got up without putting up a fight, quickly getting ready for what was undoubtedly going to be another long day. Whenever they had a show, Boss's chances of getting home early were slim to none.

Not that this was something he hated, Boss loved the time spent with his friends and all the sweaty people who came to see them play. If going to all the shows started to feel like a chore then Boss hoped he'd be able to give it up before ruining it for anyone else. He understood the pleasure that came with walking on stage, with briefly forgetting that anything beyond the music pounding in your head existed. It wasn't something you could really explain to someone who only ever watched. There was no way of telling a friend how fantastic it felt to be lost without sounding crazy, no mentioning how much you liked the recklessness that could be found in the notes slipping out from under your fingers. If he still felt that, then Boss was going to keep showing up even if he was just a little bit late.

It was his exploring that made him lose track of time, made him forget how far it was to the venue and what time he should have been there at to prevent Denny from instantly going to worse case scenario which probably involved Annie and Boss's own demise while the venue burned to a crisp. Or something like that. Boss could only make guesses at what Denny was thinking when the other two didn't show up even on time let alone early. The boy wasn't made to see what could potentially go wrong, something he sometimes felt was a difference between him and his bandmate. Boss was a bit more optimistic than that, which kept him calm even when he remembered that a good number of people were probably wondering where he was at that very moment. Boss might not be the most level-headed, a lot of his actions lacked reason and were more impulses than anything else. But he didn't have the same edge as the other two, didn't see things going wrong as inevitable. He wouldn't say this made him a happier person, or that he was in any way better than either Denny or Annie. The boy was just coasting, not experiencing the same lows but also missing out on a number of the highs. Boss's world was bright and cheerful, but painfully small at times. Which drove him to go looking for new things, still enchanted by the idea he'd had as a small child that he might one day stumble upon a place no one else knew about. Something delightfully just his.

Venues had a touch of that magic, like you could walk in and instantly belong. That this little makeshift family was a lot more than Boss could have asked for given the circumstances. " You're not on stage yet, I'd say I'm right on time," he said with a grin, grabbing his bass before heading onto the tiny stage just ahead of Denny himself. Any lingering thoughts that might have been floating around in the boy's head vanished rather quickly when the band started playing. It felt good to be chaotic and make sense at the same time, to fit perfectly with the people around you. In his opinion, the shows always ended too soon. Like he happened to blink at the wrong time and suddenly they were walking off stage while he was still with the bubbly energy that made his legs want to turn around and go right back out there. Boss didn't come right down off his cloud, bouncing around backstage without really thinking about what it was he was doing. He had started drinking a bit before he came, and had another now that the set was done. The boy hadn't had as much as everyone else though, with the possible exception of Denny who he hadn't been watching enough to say for sure if the other had been drinking or was still running on the feeling that the show gave him.

Granted, he had given up on paying any attention to the other two in the band when things started heading towards lovey dove and making out. Not that either of them seemed to notice, something Boss couldn't exactly blame them for. He could see how what they were doing was much more interesting than were the third bandmate happened to end up. Which made him unbelievably grateful when Abby walked in and seemed to share his feelings on the Annie and Denny scene playing out on the opposite corner of the room. Talking to her was easy, Boss spent enough time around her during shows like these to not feel any need to be shy around her. That and the fact that she wasn't any where near hard on the eyes made her excellent company. Even if a lot of the conversations they had were just filled with senseless flirting, they certainly helped keep his mind off his bandmates if nothing else.

Not that it was particularly easy to keep up a conversation with Abby at times, she seemed to get distracted by the others even more than Boss did which was really saying something. It didn't really bother him though, he wasn't filled with the urge to grab onto Abby to force her to focus on whatever they happened to be talking about. Her being there was enough. Boss being there at all was enough really. Being with his friends went along rather nicely with how happy playing music made him feel that he briefly wondered how bands who hated each other could possibly keep going when this was what they were missing out on. So he laughed when he heard Annie yelling at Abby to get a room, at Denny pointing out the contradictions between what Abby had told them and what she ended up talking about with him. He knew Abby wasn't about to storm off crying from what they were saying, the girl was tough enough to keep up with the other two. Well at least I didn't just basically have sex with the kid in the back of a bar half drunk. Because I'm a little bit classier than that." he heard Abby yell right back at them, unable to stop himself from laughing again before he could even pretend to go along with her and the idea of class. " Yeah you two, Abby here is a right proper mademoiselle don't cha know," he said with the same grin never leaving his face, the easy joking tone carrying no ill will with it. And the idea of having any of this change on him seemed as crazy as it had in the light of the early morning hours before.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] moi
ROLEPLAYING WITH: [/color]alice//abby, sere//annie, paigels//denny
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