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ABIGAIL CARSON
Posted: Apr 12 2012, 07:27 PM


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give me a second ,
i need to get my story straight my friend's are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she's waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things though holes in my apologies i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down i'll carry you home

It was far too fucking hot out side for Abigails liking. Even with minimum clothing on, she felt like she was going to melt out underneath the sun. Granted it was her own fault. She could have went right back to the bus after the bands performance, but NOOOO, she had promised that she'd take more pictures of different parts of the venue for the bands Facebook, or Myspace, or whatever the hell it was she said she'd take pictures for. Not to be taken wrong, she loved photography. It was her passion, and definitely what she wanted to spend the rest of her life doing. If she didnt love it, she sure as hell wouldn't be here right now. What she didnt love, however, was the people she had to encounter while doing her job. The little girls that screamed every time a band member talked annoyed the shit out of her. The little twelve year old girls who said 'oh he is so fuckable' as one of the guys walked past annoyed her. It was like "Really? You're four, you dont stand a chance". Though, rather than saying that, Abigail would generally just roll her eyes and plaster on a fake smile. Its not that she had a problem saying it, rather, she knew that the band probably wouldnt like it if their entire fan base was emailing them letting them know how 'rude and bitchy' on of their crew members were. Its not like she couldnt find another job elsewhere, she just happened to like getting to travel the country for basically nothing but the cost of food. It was something that you couldn't beat.

Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, she hung her camera around her neck and pulled it out to see a text from Kash about hurrying up and bringing him food. Eh, she didn't feel like dealing with shit, she wasn't going to bother responding. If he wanted food, he could get his own fucking food. Instead, however, she did take notice of the time. She figured she'd served enough time taking pictures, she deserved a trip back to the bus to relax and drink a beer. Reaching in her pocket for her pack of cigarettes, she pulled one out and brought it to her lips before lighting it. She took a deep drag as she returned the pack of cigarettes to her pocket. Ahhh yea, that was much better. She headed back towards the buses, letting her mind wander here and there. She thought about tomorrow, and what it would bring. She thought about if she should hit the club tonight, or even what the fuck she would do tonight. Before she knew it she had hit the spot where the buses were. She debated if she even wanted to go to her bus now. No one would be on it, and really, that was kind of boring. She glanced around the different buses, trying do decide who she wanted to bother. Her mind instantly went to one person, and she mentally cursed herself for even thinking it. Nevertheelss she knew that she would end up on that bus, so she headed off in its direction.

She reached the Sail the Seas bus rather quickly, and dropped the cigarette to the ground, putting it out quickly before trying the door. She figured it would be locked, and fuck knew she didnt remember the code to get in anymore. There had been a time that it had been easy for her to slip in on the Sail the Seas bus, but that time had passed a bit ago. She was a bit surprised to find that the door was just barely cracked... meaning that it definitely was not locked, and hopefully someone was in her.... if not, well, it was a damned good thing that she had decided to come here. Otherwise it would have been easy for a crazed fan to slip on. Damn, she was almost like a hero, harharhar. Slipping in, she glanced around for signs of someone being on the bus. So far, no luck. Slowly, Abbi wandered back towards the back lounge, smiling slightly at the sound of the tv. Well thank god atleast SOMEONE was on the bus. Hopefully it was Breckin who was back there, and not someone else. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but she'd be disappointed if it turned out to be that situation.

Abigail smirked and raised her camera to her eye before snapping a picture of the boy who sat in the back lounge. "Gotcha, fucker." Eyeing a spot on the couch next to him, she sat down with a 'plop'. Tossing her legs up across his lap, she brought her camera up to snap another picture. "Oh, that one will turn out perfect I feel." Her whole persona with the boy was one of ease and familiarity. It was funny, most times she was at the boys throat, ready to chew him up and spit him out for something. But there were times like now that she was completely at ease with him, and dare she even think it, craved his company. They had dated before, not too terribly long in the past, and it had been different, and new, and scary. But it had been wonderful. They fought a lot, but she still loved the fact they were together, exclusive, two parts of a whole. Then the day came that it all became too much for them. A simple fight over what they should eat for dinner became the final straw, and it was over as quick as it had began.

She absolutely hated it, but it was something she'd never admit to the boy...soberly admit at least. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she snapped a third picture before letting her camera rest on her lap. "So, I've been thinking. As much as an ass as you've been to me lately, I think I'll allow you the pleasure of my company for a bit. I know it's quite an honor, but please don't get too worked up about it. It's just until a better offer comes along." She said giving him a smirk. "So think quickly. How are you going to entertain me?"

words:1051--outfit--meh, its okay.

THANK YOU, BLYTHE!
BRECKIN HADLEY
Posted: Apr 14 2012, 10:57 AM


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I'll take you back
to a time a place. A memory you where the angel I'd never trust to carry me.
There was a time in Breckin's life where he would say he was content and happy. He had everything he could ever want and more. Things like traveling that states, being a part of a band with a group of talented and honorable guys. As well as an amazing fanbase that consisted of individuals from not just the country, but all over the world. His family was safe and healthy and he himself wasn't alone. No, he was quite far from being alone with someone by his side; someone to declare as his equal and tell countless things in his life to. It seemed he was living like a king, until it all came crashing down. His band made a terrible mistake of signing to a different label and risking the studio and touring attention they rightfully deserved. To make matters worse, the relationship with his former girlfriend had ended. There was no way of knowing whether they remained on good or bad terms because they still acted as if they did when they were together. Which wasn't necessary a good thing if they had broken up in the first place. Something about Abigail rubbed Breckin the wrong way numerous times. She was an opinionated soul and despite him loving her for having her own mind, he hated how she constantly made her thoughts public. They could never get along about anything because frankly, they were complete opposites. Abbi took her sarcasm and joking further than Breckin ever did and that put them into awkward situations. Many times he wasn’t sure if she had meant what she said or was just playing. Either way, it left a bad taste in his mouth over and over.

His hand found his face and rubbed his eyes after the bright flash of Abigail's camera blinded him. Most couples whom break up part ways and very rarely ever come into contact again. Breckin didn't have that luxury with his former flame working on the same tour he was traveling with. He saw her just about every day; camera in and hand snapping away at any and everything she could set her eyes on. He didn't mind it as long as they steered clear of each other, but sometimes that was inevitable for them both. "I see you’ve forgotten how to knock," his drowsy voice spoke as he ignored looking away from the television and up to her. Inside his hands was a game system remote control that some would have said stayed permanently attached to him at all times. It was just a lot of hot air from those who didn't realize how big of a gamer he really was. He took pride in high scores and beating levels like any academic nerd would with straight As and a perfect attendance record. Barely paying any attention, he failed to witness Abbi making her way to the couch he was seated on and flopping down beside his form. Her legs somehow managed to land in his lap; knocking against his arm and causing him to accidentally press the wrong button on his remote. "Do you mind?" Huffing, Breckin tossed the remote onto the floor next to the gaming console before looking to Abigail.

All the poor guy could do was chuckle and shake his head at her overly conceited words. "What makes you think that I even want to entertain you?" He questioned while touching her smooth bare legs. The touch of her skin brought back painful memories that he wasn't ready to endure quite yet. He may have been the one to tell her it was over, but he still missed her more than she would ever know. He did his best day in and day out to keep that to himself and avoid her giving him an 'I KNEW IT' speech. There was just no way they would be able to make things work. They were just too damn different. Staring down at her tattooed flesh, with guilty confusion in his mind, he pushed her legs off his lap. "Look, I didn’t sleep very well last night and I’m not in the mood to deal with your jokes this afternoon." Breckin noticed how initially rude he was coming off and he did feel a tad bit bad about it. Then he just remembered how Abbi charged her way onto the band bus without any invitation and flashed her camera in his face when he was busy.

Before he was able to carry on with his bickering, his cell phone blared off a text message sound from the confinements of his boardshorts. He stood from the couch and walked in the opposite direction. Reaching into the pouch, he removed his black iPhone and scanned over the receiving message. 'fight broke out at tent. need your help NOW!!!' Pressing at the button to his mobile device, he responded to the text before slipping his phone back into his pocket. His blue eyes rose from his clothing to look at Abigail. Her tan body covered in colorful body work, even his own, always got the better of him. Did she constantly wear revealing clothing to torment him? There was no doubt inside his mind that was why she paraded around in short shorts and bikini tops when venues were packed with hundreds of horny male prospects that would jump at the chance to have what he did. Inside, he cringed just at the thought.

"Come on, I gotta go and I need to lock the bus." His tone was a lot softer than before and his eyes weren't nearly as irritated as they had been five minutes ago. "Don’t need some half ass punk getting on here and ripping us off. Had enough of that back home with local shows." Breckin blabbered on as he reached toward the portable television and shut off the game that continued to repeat on the main menu.

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ABIGAIL CARSON
Posted: Apr 15 2012, 09:49 AM


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give me a second ,
i need to get my story straight my friend's are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she's waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things though holes in my apologies i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down i'll carry you home

A smirk found its way on Abbi’s face as she watched Breckin rub his eyes from the flash of her camera. It was something he should have been used to by now. Back when they were together (and years before she even knew the boy) she was forever taking pictures of any and everything that her eyes found. She probably had a picture from every single day they were together, hidden somewhere in her photo albums that she kept. She knew for a fact that she had several photos of Breckin and herself together, and several more of just Breckin that she had taken before and during the time that they had dated. There had been a time after they broke up that she had decided she would burn the evidence that they ever dated. She had started a small fire and tossed a picture in. But before the photo could burn past the corners, she had reached her hand into the fire, risking the burn, to save the photograph from its gruesome fate. She had come to the conclusion that the photograph was from a happier time, and that it was worth keeping. She should have known from the beginning that it was never going to last. They were just too different. It wasn’t long into the dating that the arguments and fighting had started. Then it reached a point where it seemed they were either fighting, or making up, only to start fighting again. Then it reached its breaking point, and she was dumped over an argument on whether they were going to eat tacos or pizza…. In which she was disappointed that she got neither that night on top of being dumped.

”I see you’ve forgotten that I do not care about pleasantries.” she said, letting a small pout form on her lips when he didn’t even look her way. Of course he didn’t, he had a fucking game system remote control in his hand. There could have been ten naked ladies in the room and she wouldn’t bet that he wouldn’t have noticed. She knew from past experiences though that he was a bigger gamer than some people knew, and there had been several times she had been sat next to him, watching him play much like they were now. Of course, once she had plopped down next to him and tossed her legs in his lap, she had caused him to somehow mess up on his game. His reaction caused a smirk to reappear. ”Nope, I sure do not mind at all.”.

She raised a brow at his chuckling, then his words. ”Why do I think that? The better question is why the hell wouldn’t you want to? Beats just sitting here on the bus….alone. Plus, we used to have fun together.” she said, giving him a wink before her eyes lowered to see his hands on her leg. The feel of his hands on her bare flesh momentarily sent her down memory lane. It was a short lived dream however, as shortly after she had noticed his hands on her bare legs, her feet went sailing to the floor. She gave a ”Hmph” before listening to his explanation on how he didn’t sleep very well the night before and how he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her. Well… he was certainly back to being his assy self with her. ”Well when you let random people into your bunk to fuck, you tend to get not so much sleep.” she muttered as his phone started chiming from his pocket. Her blue orbs followed him as he walked away from her to read the text. Apparently whatever it was, it was something that he couldn’t risk her over seeing.

She watched him with mild interest as he texted back, partially wondering if maybe it would be him ditching her because a better offer came along. Abbi really wouldn’t be surprised. It seemed that it hadn’t even taken him a day to get over what they had had. She tried her best to not show that it affected her at all, and she thought that she did a pretty fantastic job. But there were times like now, even though he was being an ass, she realized just how much she did miss him. She knew that she could never get drunk around him, because then her weakness would shine through, and she’d never live it down how she was still trying to get over him, when he had moved on so long ago.

Resting her hands on her warm sun kissed skin, she looked away from him when his eyes finally looked in her direction. Hearing his words, she noted that his voice was not so…asshole-ish as it had been just moments earlier. She merely nodded her head as she stood up from the couch, and headed out of the bus as he was shutting his game console off. She held the door open for him, before following out herself, and silently watched as he locked the bus up. She glanced at him for a moment before saying ,”So where are we off to now? Do not think that you are going to get rid of me so easily. I told you that it was your job to entertain me, and just because a better offer has come a long for you does not mean that you are getting rid of me. I am afraid you are stuck with me for a while.” She raised her camera to her eye again as she snapped a picture of a couple off in the distance. If Breckin really wanted her gone, then she would leave, but she was banking on the fact that maybe, just maybe, he wanted her company as much as she wanted his.

words:970--outfit--I do love them.

THANK YOU, BLYTHE!
BRECKIN HADLEY
Posted: Apr 17 2012, 01:33 PM


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I'll take you back
to a time a place. A memory you where the angel I'd never trust to carry me.
Following along behind Abigail as she headed toward the front of the bus, Breckin was more relieved that she didn’t put up a bigger fight. He was basically ready to hear her plead not to leave the bus and that whatever he needed to do was barely of importance to her. Instead, she just nodded and led the way. Words didn’t leave his lips the entire time he climbed down the bus steps and shut the heavy door. He fiddled with his keys to lock the automobile securely to avoid any theft of his video games and whatever valuable stuff his band mates had lying around inside. He usually just ignored their things and kept to his own. After all, Breckin wasn’t the sharing type most of the time. The bright glare of the sun blinded his eyes as he turned away from the bus. He could barely watch Abbi lift her camera and snap a photo of a couple in the distance; totally oblivious to her photographing them. One day, Breckin guaranteed she was going to get sued for publishing images of people she didn’t have written permission of doing. He waited for that day and the day he got a phone call from her at the police station asking him to come bail her ass out. And as kind and caring as he was, he would have. Just for her.

“As much as it pains me to have you present, I’m actually not trying to get rid of you.” To his surprise, a smile crept across his face. Why did she always assume the worst of him? Was he really that bad? “You can tag along like a little puppy with me all damn day, I don’t care.” Slowly, he stepped away from the bus and began making his way across the parking lot to the venue entrance gates. He was almost positive she would follow along, therefore he didn’t even glance back to see if she was just steps behind. In fact, he continued to talk while feeling the presence of someone, probably his ex-girlfriend, near him. “I got a text about some shit going on at the merchandise tents. That’s where I’m going.” He confessed while weaving his way through the turning gates and past fans. “So, whatever idea you have in your mind about me ditching you for something, or someone…” he put emphasis on the word someone because he knew damn well what she was thinking. “Erase it now, because you’re wrong.”

It didn’t take very long for him to fight through the mass of people on the fair grounds to make it to the tents. More pleased that he didn’t get stopped by a group of female crazed fans wanting photos and for him to sign their chests. He wasn’t too keen on autographing body parts. It wasn’t something to remember forever. They had to shower and wash away his signature at some point. It was degrading and unpleasant for him to witness girls throwing themselves at band members that way. He, much like every other guy on tour, was just normal people. They were no more important than anyone else. So, groupies were unnecessary and unwelcoming in his eyes. Upon arriving to the tent, Breckin was greeted by the sight of two john does. One was sitting in a fold out chair with a bloody collar around his shirt and a wad of towels against his nose. The other guy stood on the opposite side of the cluttered table. The knuckles on his right hand were bruised and deep red from physical contact. A security guard dressed in shorts and a uniform top stood talking to one of the brawlers. Breckin made eye contact with the merch hand before taking notice of everyone else standing around and watching.

“What happened?” He questioned, gaining the attention of almost everyone that could hear over the music. He was a little pissed off that he had to come down and smooth over what went on because no one else was available. Where was the tour manager or the label owner for that matter? Playing daddy wasn’t really something he was up to doing today.

“That fucking prick shoved me,” the standing male announced. The one in the chair eased forward and snatched the red coated towel away from his face.

“Bullshit man, you didn’t even watch where you were going and that’s when you knocked into me!” Breckin’s gaze quickly darted back and forth as the two started up again. The guard already had his arm on the man’s chest holding him back while the other guy stood from his chair, ready to attack. Breckin hissed and held out his arm to gain the attention of everyone.

“Are you guys seriously fighting about bumping into each other? You’re at a fucking concert. I’d hate to see what would happen inside the pit.” His blue orbs eased in on one male as he continued to speak. “Man up and get the fuck over it.” Then his eyes slowly moved to the other individual. “Or I’ll have your asses kicked off the grounds. We’re not tolerating this shit. It’s too damn hot for it.” He could tell by the reaction from both men that they were not at all pleased with being told what to do, but neither wanted to risk being escorted out of the venue. They paid a decent amount for their tickets and had every right to be there. When neither of them spoke, Breckin took that as his cue for victory. “Alright, now that we’re on the same page, shake hands and get out of here.” There he stood, waiting for his words to be turned into actions; the whole time, completely forgetting that Abigail was either watching the whole ordeal or had wondered off to capture more still life.

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ABIGAIL CARSON
Posted: Apr 24 2012, 06:37 PM


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give me a second ,
i need to get my story straight my friend's are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she's waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things though holes in my apologies i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down i'll carry you home

Watching him fiddle with his keys before locking the bus up, Abigail wondered where exactly it was he had to go off to all of a sudden. She had honestly figured he’d be on the bus playing his silly game until he absolutely had to be somewhere else. Maybe he had just made up the fact he needed to leave to ditch her? With the way they had fought in the past….and hell, even the present, she wouldn’t put it past him to make up excuses to leave to get rid of her. She’d do it to him if his presence was annoying her. Abigail gave a slight smirk as he told her that he actually wasn’t trying to get rid of her. ”Swear? Because it sure seems like it…” she said shamelessly. I am NOT tagging along like a little puppy. Hardly. Think of me more as……hmmmmmm….the little devil on your left shoulder who will be constantly trying to talk you into not doing whatever it is you’re going to do, and doing something you shouldn’t be instead…. Or whatever it is those damned devils do.” she said shooting him a wink she figured was lost to him.

Following behind him, she glanced around wondering where exactly it was he was off to. Part of her wondered if he really was off to go see another girl. Though surely if he were, he’d just get rid of her right then? Awe fuck, she honestly didn’t know. ”Oh…” so there was something going on at the tents… maybe he honestly wasn’t trying to get rid of her. She laughed a little. Well, he still knew what she was thinking it seemed. ”You make it sound like you’d never ditch me for some other… person. She figured he knew that she meant woman when she said person.

She followed after him wordlessly after that, honestly just curious as to why he was heading towards the merchandize tents. As they entered towards a crowded part of the venue, Abigail reached out and lightly took ahold of the bottom of Breckins shirt, ensuring that she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd of people who were pushing by without second thought. ”Oy, watch the fuck where you’re going! she called after some guy who had pushed past her. She flipped him off with her free hand, before letting go of Breckins shirt as they arrived at his merch tent.

The scene before her definitely sparked her interest. She looked back and forth between the two men with blood in various places. ”Well apparently we missed all of the fun…” she said with amusement in her voice. She hung back and watched Breckin take control of the situation. She brought her camera up to her eye and zoomed in on Breckin as he told the guys to chill the fuck out. She snapped a picture and let it fall to her side again. She watched with interest as Breckin seriously took control and dominated the situation. Soon enough, he had the boys shaking hands and spitting out apologizes, however quick they were, before they were both going opposite directions.

Clapping her hands together in a slow applause, Abigail grinned and walked towards Breckin. ”Well well. Who knew you could take charge of a situation and be such a….man. It was almost a turn on.” She gave a slight smirk and glanced around his bands merch tent. ”Well it appears there isn’t a terrible lot that you can do here anymore. SO I think it is safe to say that you have time to entertain me now, like you were supposed to a half an hour ago when I asked….or however long ago it was. I cant be bothered to remember. So chop chop. I don’t have all day.”

words:970--outfit--This is so short and gross and it took forever and I suck, sorry/:

THANK YOU, BLYTHE!
BRECKIN HADLEY
Posted: Apr 26 2012, 08:13 AM


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I'll take you back
to a time a place. A memory you where the angel I'd never trust to carry me.
How was it that this woman always had the ability to get under his skin? The slightest little sarcastic remark that left her beautifully plump lips just irritated him to his death bed. He shook his head at her applause before turning his entire body to face her. She wanted his attention, his focus and his time on her. It was clearly obvious by how persistent she be. Entertain me really meant don’t leave me. At least, that’s how Breckin pieced it together. “Almost a turn on?” He questioned while stepping closer to her form. She was four inches shorter than he, which gave him the upper hand when it came to vision. But she was lower where it mattered, perverted and figuratively speaking. “You’re aching for me right now, admit it,” Breck began to tease Abbi as a slight smirk formed on the right side of his lips. That same smirk that always appeared when he turned jaunty. His deep blue eyes stared down into hers, making an unavoidable connection between the two. This position was one he had found himself in several times before and he never regretted a single one. Her body heat generated raw passionate feelings inside his chest and throat that he had trouble digesting.

Leaning in, Breckin’s jaw slid past Abigail’s cheek as he wandered toward her ear. His lips just barely brushed against the lobe and the plug that stretched her flesh. “You’ve always loved my dominant side,” he whispered gently to her. His voice was raspy and soft, but strong enough to be heard. Releasing a playful sigh, he pulled back. The smirk on his face turned into a full blown grin before he stepped aside and moved on past his ex-girlfriend. It was pretty fucked up for him to taunt her in that way knowing very well he was the one to end their long lasting relationship. Maybe he did it out of spite. Or maybe he did it to make her see what she was missing. After all, they never would have broken up if she wasn’t so stubborn and hotheaded. Now, that was one of his downfalls. Always blaming her instead of taking half the responsibility on why they could never compromise. One sided relationship had no sides in the end. Turning back to glance over his shoulder, he called out to her. Only, the band that had been setting up on the main stage began their set. “Come on, I’ll buy you a corndog.” He shouted, loud enough to draw in looks from those around the two. “You can consider it a date if it’ll make your day.”

Without waiting for her response, knowing damn well that it was going to be something arrogant, Breckin began his journey toward the food tents just south of their current location. A lot of those around for the confrontation had parted ways after the dismissal and apology exchange. So, there was more room to linger among the concrete pavement. The food tents were pretty much abandoned when he was close enough to take notice. He didn’t blame people from saving their cash for t-shirts and other good shit. Bottled water alone was three bucks. But since he was a proud member of the tour, his idea of buying a corndog was getting special treatment for being a vocalist. Being in a band had more perks than just groupies. Free food was at the very top of the list.

“What can I get you?” The concession stand worker asked while dressed in shorts and an employee’s shirt. Breckin pulled his gaze away to look at the plastered menu on the shelf behind him. As he read the words, his stomach began to growl with anticipation for food. He worked up quite an appetite playing video games and walking a freaking mile through the venue to sort out unnecessary bullshit.

“Uh,” he paused to think over his answer. “Well,” turning to Abigail, “what do you want?” He asked.

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ABIGAIL CARSON
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 07:52 PM


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give me a second ,
i need to get my story straight my friend's are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she's waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things though holes in my apologies i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down i'll carry you home

Why Abigail was determined to force Breckin into being her entertainment for the day, she wasn’t entirely sure. There were plenty of other things she could do around the venue, plenty of other people she could bother, and plenty of other places she could be taking pictures. For whatever reason however, she was set on spending some time with Breckin. Maybe she was feeling nostalgic, missing the banter the two of them used to share, or maybe she just felt like irritating him. Who honestly knew? Abigail knew one thing, and that was she was set on not spending the day completely alone. Her blue eyes watched with interest as Breckin took a step or two towards her. A smirk found its way her face at his question and she gave a small nod in agreement to what she had stated earlier. ”Almost.” She actually allowed herself a small laugh at the next words that came out of his flawless mouth. Mmmm, I’m not sure aching is the appropriate term for it.” She was completely aware of how close they were at this very moment, and memory told her that it was possibly the closest they had been since the breakup, she wasn’t entirely sure how that made her feel either.

Her blue eyes caught his staring down at her, and for a moment, she felt this connection, a spark of what used to be. Her body was responding in ways that it used to when they were together, and she hated herself for reacting the way she did at his look. She felt the roughness of his chin against her flesh, and the feel of his lips briefly brushing against her stretched ear lobe sent shivers down her spine. Why was it that he could still fuck with her this way? She managed a ”I did, the few times you’ve ever shown it.” She wasn’t going to let his actions affect her sarcastic come backs. As much has he had gotten to her, she wasn’t going to show it. She watched as he walked past her. Was he honestly going to abandon her now? That would be just like him, Abigail thought. She strained to hear what Breckin had said, as the noise from the main stage became overwhelming all of a sudden. Apparently the next band had started up. A corndog? Really. As she opened her mouth to comment on the corndog, she heard his added comment. The thought made her want to laugh. ”A date? Honey that would make your day…Plus, only you would take a girl on a ‘date’ where you didn’t pay a damned dime.” It was amazing how long they had managed to last before he had dumped her, with both of their egos big enough to fill a room.

She followed along behind him, amazed at how much the crowd had seemed to disappear after the fight had been broken up. It seemed like the really barely passed anyone on the way to the food tents, and for the first time since the tour had started, it seemed that the food tents were empty. Any other time she had gone, she had had to wait in a long line and deal with unpleasant and smelly people. She didn’t blame the people for being unpleasant though. Who really wanted to pay five bucks for something you could get off a dollar menu at any fast food place? It was ridiculous the amount the tents charged, and she blamed the price of water for the amount of people who fainted at any given tour stop.

She fell in line behind Breckin as the employee asked him what he wanted. She took the time to glance at the menu. Nothing from the place really sounded too appetizing. Hearing his voice inquiring on what she wanted, she pulled her eyes away from the menu and looked at him. ”Well you know, I’d really like some tacos, but it seems they don’t sell them here.” she gave a playful smile, joking slightly about the fight that finally managed to break them up. Taking a more serious tone though, she gave a slight shrug and a ”Whatever you’re getting I guess. Nothing sounds too terribly appetizing.” She leaned against the counter and only vaguely paid attention to what Breckin said to the concession stand employee. Her eyes scanned for a place to go after they had gotten the food. Landing on a grassy spot that was completely vacated, She nudged Breckins arm with her elbow. ”I’m going to go sit over there, it looks decently shaded.” and without another word, she headed off.

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BRECKIN HADLEY
Posted: May 2 2012, 08:37 PM


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Breckin wasn’t able to put the teasing about tacos past Abigail once the words slipped from her lips. Using their break up as a joke didn’t take too lightly to him, but he avoided an argument by just letting it go. It wasn’t about the tacos or where they were going to eat. It was about everything else leading up to that one moment. This, something he hoped she knew. The guy behind the food tent seemed to be growing impatient at how long it was taking Breckin and his former girlfriend to decide what they had wanted to eat. If this had been any other day and he been in any other mood, preferably a bad one, he would have mouthed off to the vendor. Instead, he ignored the glare he received as he scanned over the menu once more. After all, this was his job and it wasn’t like someone else was waiting in line to back him up. “I’ll have two slices of pizza.” The vendor nodded and finally got to work on heating two individual pieces of pepperoni pizza. A twinge of guilt struck his chest when he realized that was the other food choice during his and Abbi’s last argument. He swallowed hard at the mere thought. Then his gaze averted from the tent hand.

They never left her form once falling upon Abigail as he watched her stare into the distance. And when she nudged his arm with her elbow, he was all too caught up on the scent of her shampoo that lingered from her hair. “Alright,” he replied before watching her wander away from him toward the empty patch of grass across the way. The way she gracefully moved left him breathless. She really was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He fell lost in a trance with her movements; even examining her as she took a seat on the hard ground and waited for him. It made him proud that she trusted him enough not to bail and leave her sitting alone. No, she knew he would come after her and sit there, even if that meant talking about absolutely nothing. Breckin was far too weak to ignore Abigail or erase her from his life. A secret he would take to his grave if need be. So lost in his own thoughts and what was stuck in his eyes, he failed to notice to paper plates with steaming hot cheese and sauce on cardboard pushed at him.

“Thanks man.” Breckin took hold of the two plates and began his journey across a small patch of the venue to the vacant land of grass. When he reached Abigail, he held out a plate to her and waited for her to take it from his grasp before sitting down beside her. “I’m glad it didn’t rain, otherwise my ass would be all wet now.” He joked, a laugh and a full grin taking place on his face. Crossing his legs Indian style, his right hand lifted the pizza off the plate from the crust end. Then he quickly brought it to his mouth before taking a rather large bite. It wasn’t the beat tasting thing in the world, but it was better than vending machine potato chips and week old peanuts he had left over from the plan ride from California. It sure made him miss his momma’s home cooked meals as he chewed away at the rubbery slab of pie before swallowing. “Have you been getting a lot of feedback on your photos since the tour began?” It was a random and odd question to ask, but it broke the silence and turned the tension between the both of them to a friendlier atmosphere than what remained before.

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ABIGAIL CARSON
Posted: May 6 2012, 08:07 PM


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give me a second ,
i need to get my story straight my friend's are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she's waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things though holes in my apologies i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down i'll carry you home

Weaving her way through a crowd of teenagers that crossed the paved path the same time she tried to, she gave an irritated huff as she side stepped around them. Stupid people never watching where they were going, or having any regard for anyone else in the venue. She let her hands swing by her side slightly as she walked, a habit she was generally unaware of, but had been pointed out a few times by different people. Sitting down in the grass, she crossed her legs Indian style and gazed back at the food stand where Breckin was. Not that she would ever allow herself to admit it out loud, but part of her had been just a smidge hurt when he had ordered pizza. Sure, she had poked a joke about wanting Tacos, but she hadn’t ordered it had she? It shouldn’t have been a big deal to her, it was just food right? It wasn’t as if the food was the real reason he had dumped her. She understood that, understood that the last fight they shared was merely his breaking point, the point where he decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore. Apparently the bad times outweighed the good for him, and it wasn’t something he wanted anymore.

Taking the already greasy paper plate from Breckin, she gave a bit of a smile. ”Thanks. I hope this didn’t cost you a fortune.” she said, giving a playful wink. She laughed at his comment on being glad it hadn’t rained. ”If it had rained, I would probably be begging you for your shirt to sit on…. Though, I still wouldn’t say no to it, save my ass from grass stains. Just throwing that out there….” she said giving him a grin, before picking off some cheese from her pizza and popping it in her mouth. It was actually pretty disgusting. The food on tour was something she had grown accustom to though; it all sucked. Unless you went out on the town, it was a guarantee, or at least in her mind, that it wasn’t going to be very good. But those were the options you had; eat shitty food, keep stuff on your bus, or go out. She was going to learn to cook on the bus if it was the last thing she did. Granted that meant that she had to actually learn to cook something. She was a terrible cook. In fact she lived off PB&JS… well mostly just jelly sandwiches due to her big allergies to peanuts. She still ate small amounts of peanut butter anyway and dealt with the consequences.

She took another bite of the cheese off of her pizza and listened as Breckin asked about her photography. She gave a nod as she swallowed. “I am rather please at how they are turning out, the band seems to be too. I have actually submitted some of my favorites to a few magazines…. Maybe they might like them enough to put them in with an article? Who knows….”. She picked off the rest of the cheese from her pizza and put it in her mouth. It had been in her bucket list to be published in a magazine. A year ago that dream had come true. Some small online magazine had published one of her photos of the band. It was now her goal to see some of her photos in print on a widely known magazine. Swallowing the cheese, she glanced over at him. “What about you? How are you enjoying the tour thus far? Had any wild and crazy nights yet?” she said nudging him slightly again with a smirk.

She heard lots of things around tour about the different bands nights out. She was pretty certain Breckin had had a few wild and crazy nights, or at least she would be genuinely shocked if he had not. She knew how tours went, how the band guys acted on them, and she found herself getting slightly jealous over the thoughts of what he might have done. It wasn’t any of her business anymore, and she had no right to care… but part of her did. She knew she was just as guilty as he was. She wasn’t the type to stay on her bus and watch movies. She went out to the clubs, let guys buy her drinks, and on more than one occasion went back to the guys place, just to be sneaking back to the tour bus shortly before she had to be accounted for. She glanced down at her cheese less pizza, suddenly deciding she no longer wanted it. “Want the rest of my pizza? Figure it was only fair to ask before I tossed it in the trash.” she gave a slight shrug.

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BRECKIN HADLEY
Posted: May 10 2012, 04:25 AM


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Nodding slightly, Breckin chewed away at his horrible slab of pizza. The cheese was runny and tasteless, but hot enough to satisfy his food craving. As Abigail spoke, he felt a small grin pulling at the corner of his lips. Although he had never admitted to being proud of her out loud, he was indeed. She had a dream and did what she could to pursue it. Her photography was always incredible whether they were shots of the bands, scenery from the places she traveled, or just shots captured from everyday life. They all had a story and she did a terrific job portraying those stories through still photos. “That would be pretty cool,” he added after she mentioned her work being published in a magazine article. The Rolling Stones, Alternative Press, and the Hit Parader were just a few samples of music magazines that could get her name out to the public. Taking the last bite of his pizza, which only lasted through about five all together, Breck nibbled away at the tough puffy crust. He waited until he swallowed to finally reply to her question. Speaking with his mouth full was a bad habit he didn’t wish to pick up on.

“I like it; you know how I am with traveling and playing music.” He shrugged and let a gentle laugh pass through his lips. “Define wild and crazy. If you mean have I gotten so drunk I couldn’t remember my name, then no. Or if I did something illegal to get me arrested, then that’s also no.” That was all the details he decided to provide to her wondering mind. No way was he going to admit to partying and a few hookups with random girls and close friends since their breakup. He didn’t want to talk about it and honestly didn’t want to think about her response to it either. Abbi was feisty and he was all too worried she’d tell him about her own nights. With guys she didn’t know and probably never talked to again; spending time with her and touching her skin like he used to. The thoughts made his blood boil and he shifted on the ground uncomfortably. “Uh, no thanks.” He glanced down at the cardboard covered in pizza sauce and laughed. He would never understand her dislike for pizza and why she felt the need to only tear the cheese off the crust and leave the rest. “I’ll take care of it.” He offered while climbed to his feet. He took hold of her paper plate and placed it over his empty one before wandering across the grass to the trashcan just feet away.

Once tossing the small recyclable dishes into the venue garbage bin, he turned back around and began his journey to the same patch of grass he had been sitting with his former companion. He wasn’t at all far from taking a seat beside her when two females stopped him in his tracks. He stood beside Abbi and looked toward the two females that called out his name before touching his shoulder. From first glance, it was easy to see they were the typical tour groupie. They wore cut off belly shirts with short shorts and flip flops. Every asset they possessed was basically hanging out of their clothes and they wore far too much makeup. It made Breckin wonder what they really looked like underneath it all.

“Will you sign our chests?” One asked and just by the expression that overcame Breckin’s face, it was easy to see how uncomfortable he became. His face flushed and he hesitated. Looking down, he made eye contact with Abigail for a split moment. He was just waiting for her sarcastic reply to help hurry them along.

“I don’t sign body parts,” he was soon quick to declare as he provided them with a sympathetic look.

“Oh come on, please?” One smiled widely as her hand brushed against Breckin’s arm. The other batted her eyelashes and twirled a permanent marker in her hand. It sucked being well-known. Breck was faced with telling someone no and having to deal with the consequences of other fans finding out and considering him a douchebag. The honest to God truth was that he really didn’t want to sign their chest, especially not in front of his ex-girlfriend.

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ABIGAIL CARSON
Posted: May 15 2012, 05:18 PM


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give me a second ,
i need to get my story straight my friend's are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she's waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things though holes in my apologies i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down i'll carry you home

She smiled fondly at Breckin as she listened to him talk. She did know exactly how in love he was with his music and touring. In fact, she figured that was honestly when he was the happiest. Abigail laughed a little, ”Not quite what I meant, but that is good to know. If you ever do get thrown in jail, give me a call. Depending on what mood I am, I may be generous enough to bail your ass out.” she gave him a wink before turning back and picking at her pizza. God, why could they not manage to make a good pizza? Its not that pizza was that great to begin with, it was just…meh, okay. But this pizza, this pizza absolutely sucked, and she could not figure out how Breckin was managing to eat it. She pondered for a moment if he knew exactly what she had meant when she asked about his wild and crazy nights. Truthfully though, Abigail really did not want to know. He was a musician, and a damned good one at that. That in itself would have all of the ladies wanting him. Add in his looks, well, she was sure his bed wasn’t so lonely like she would like it to be, and the thought honestly saddened her…and made her a little more than just jealous.

Glancing up at him, she’d smiled slightly. ”What? Feel like you wasted your money on me?” she teased slightly. ”Are you sure? Thanks!” She handed him her plate and leaned back on her two hands, exposing more skin to the sun. She closed her eyes and let the sun soak in. It was warm out… too warm out, but somehow it still felt nice. Hearing some female call out Breckin’s name caught her attention. Her head tilted back up and her eyes snapped open. Who the hell was this. She glanced at Breckin with a small raise of her brow as one of the two ladies touched his shoulder, in what almost seemed in a familiar fashion to Abigail.

Abbi glanced them up and down….they honestly looked like sluts to her. No sooner than she had the thought, one of them asked Breckin to sign their chests. Well that had just confirmed it for her. She glanced at Breckin, expecting a cocky smirk on his face and for him immediately agree. Instead, she was a bit intrigued by what she saw. He actually looked almost….embarrassed? When they made eye contact, she shrugged slightly, just incase he was asking permission…. Not that he would have to ask permission, but she didn’t want him to not do something on her account. It actually made her a little jealous though. She knew it was part of tour life, most guys signed boobs on a daily basis…and multiple times at that. But still, part of Abigail laid some kind of claim to Breckin, and she didn’t want these girls near him.

Relief briefly flooded her as she heard him say that he didn’t sign body parts. She expected the girls to ask him to sign something else, then be on their way, but instead, one persisted further. Abigail sighed and stood up, brushing any dirt or grass off of her ass, before taking a step forward towards the girls. ”He said no. Get a fucking clue and leave? There was probably a nicer way to go about it, but Abigail didn’t feel like bothering with these two. She wanted a moment and laughed slightly as she heard one of them mutter something along the lines of bitch. ”Yes, well that may be so, but at least I don’t look like a penny whore? I’m serious, fuck off before I make you.” She was starting to highly get hacked off at these two. Luckily for all of them, the two left without much else being said. Abigail wasn’t sure how much longer she could have dealt with them.

With a slight sigh, she turned around to face Breckin. ”Right…sorry about that. You can claim you didn’t know me and I was just some crazy bitch if anything is said about this…” she honestly wasn’t sure if he would be pissed or not with the way she handled his fans. ”Though I do have to ask. Do I look as desperate and pathetic as those two did? I seriously think you should loan me your shirt. “ She hadn’t dressed the way she had for looks, it was more for the fact it felt like it was a hundred degrees outside.

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