Summer is no time to sit around and waste away! Wanna sleep in? Who cares?! Do it! We have all night to party, hang out with friends, live it up! We've got our friends, we've got time, we've got entire cities to just let go of our troubles for a while. These are out best years. :] Anywhere I go, I wanna shake things up.

Hello, Brooklyn
Hey, LA
Coast to coast,
I'll take you down in flames
Let the good times roll
We can let go
Everybody knows there's a party at the end of the world

 Even if summer is ending soon--even if you gotta go back to school, to work--hell if the world is ending, don't spend your time just waiting. Live it up! Laugh, live, love as much as possible. Go places. Make new friends. I spent my summer meeting new people and visit places. If tommorow was gonna be the end of the world, at least I know I lived it up!

Don't worry
I fight dirty
Tonight's like a right-hook
Knock you off your feet

Every night should be so great it knocks you off your feet, so get to it! There's still some summer left. Nothing like a good upbeat song to kick me into overdrive and revv me up for a good time. This song makes me wanna roll down the windows, air guitar in public and just have fun.

To many people today,  censorship is an everyday, natural to occur, principle. A lot of people grew up with it at home. We were all in at a point where we were told what we could and could not say. What we could not watch or listen to. Its not something unnatural. We've all experienced it. Everyone has had a point in their life and more likely, childhood when they were clearly told that no, they could not watch that show, see that movie, listen to that song, say that word, hang out with that person, wear that clothes or do what they wanted. Someone had to set that line, those rules, right? As children we only know what we hear, what we're taught and if we're able to just pick up any book and absorb its contents then the outcomes are unknown. We build our morals and opinions not only by what we learn, but by what we see when no one else is looking. Those things impact us just as much, if not more because one, no matter else is explaining them to us, and two there are no set boundaries to how much of it we see or what is shown to us. There are so many things out there. Ideas, thoughts, opinions, actions and all of these things spark those same things within a person when taken in. Some things are involuntary and some aren't. My point is, there are a lot things out there and some are good while others are bad. We know it because we see it--and sometimes we don't. Parents do what they can to dictate what their children see and hear everyday because those things contribute to the everyday mind and opinion and ultimately what kind a person they will become/have become. A lot of people think there's a certain amount of censorship needed when it comes to children but when that child crosses into adulthood, how far can we go?

Where do we draw the line and who gets to draw it?

At a certain point in our lives, are we not rightfully allowed to know what is out there? One man's art, opinion or ideas may not fit so well with another's but isn't that the entire idea of the first amendment? Every person in the grand country of ours has the right to think what they want, how they want it. We are all allowed to look at what we want and listen to what we please but when someone steps in to "protect" us, is it too much? Obscenity is not a set view. Obscenity is objective and varies from person to person. What's obscene or wrong to you may be perfectly okay with your neighbor and for that reason we are allowed freedom of speech yet everyday we find all kinds of media being censored. Music is bleeped out, scenes are cut from tv shows and movies or modified. Books are banned and taken away. How does this conflict with our right to freedom of speech and is it okay? Just how far is the government, or another person for that matter, allowed to dictate what we see and hear? What we read or say?

Who decides and what makes it wrong or right?

Government censorship of the media exists everywhere. For reasons related to politics, national security, or morality, among others. It poses a serious dilemma for journalists, who are prevented from conveying a story or situation accurately. It is also a stumbling block for artists, writers, and musicians, who feel restricted from freely expressing themselves as well as people who feel like their rights are being stepped on. (The World Bank Group.)

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I'm not stating my opinion, I'm simply stating other people's and asking: is censorship a problem? Is it necessary? Can it/has it gone too far? Who gets to decided what is and is not censored and why?

I never said it was a black and white problem. So where on the spectrum do you stand?

Main Entry: cen·sor·ship
Function: noun
: the institution, system, or practice of censoring

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1. an official who examines books, plays, news reports, motion pictures, radio and television programs, letters, cablegrams, etc., for the purpose of suppressing parts deemed objectionable on moral, political, military, or other grounds

censor

 2. any person who supervises the manners or morality of others.

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"No way," William made a way and took a sip. "Get your own."

"Aww, Share, Bilvy. "

"No," he pouted and she poked his side. "Pleeease?" To this, he let out a long fake sigh and handed her a drink. "Gosh, you're persuasive."

"You should see me when I'm trying." She tipped the drink to her lips and sipped happily, the music blasting behind them but her attention focused on him. He was so....polite. So eloquent, and smart and nervous. It was adorable because she of all people should have been the nervous one but she felt completely as ease. They're roles should have been reversed. She should have been chasing him but so far, it was the other way around. The thought made her heart rate speed up. Why was he so keen on getting to know her?

He pulled her close and let her rest again his chest; the warmth radiating from her to his own skin. "Can I have a sip?" he put his lips together in the most adorable pout and she put the cup right up to his mouth for him but he didn't drink. He was a bit too preoccupied with how the light was shining right behind her, casting the most beautiful glow against her skin. He absently took the almost empty cup from her hand and set it down. One million, four hundred and sixty seven thoughts ran through his head just then. No lie. Each one pulled at him to do something, anything because he couldn't just sit there and stare at her and he couldn't just sit there and have him stare back because oh my god, she was sending chills up his spine and making him want to gasp for air. His eyes flickered to her lips and he sucked in a breath even though it still felt like he couldn't breathe. Do it, do it, he head seemed to scream. His hand wrapped around hers, warm and smooth and he leaned into her and to his surprise, she leaned away from him and blinked.

Whoa. Red light.

William stared; unsure of how to feel. In his head, all four hundred and sixty seven thoughts ran again and this time, he saw how maybe they weren't so great. "I'm sorry." It was hard to hide the hurt on his face; he honestly hadn't expected that at all. With an expression like that was just so hard to not instant feel remorse for pushing it away but what could she have done? She wasn't into making out with guys she hardly knew. At least not when she was sober and could help it. I mean, yeah, hell, who wouldn't want to make out with William Beckett? Still, doing so, so quickly made her feel like she wasn't putting up much of a game. Like there was nothing to her when there was so, so much.

"Willi--" He shook his head as if to cut her off and turned his head; concentrating hard or anything but her. "Its okay, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be!" She blinked and swayed a little. "I'm not trying to be a bitch," She pouted and opened her mouth but nothing came out. Not looking at her for next few minutes was going to be his goal. How much more embarrassing could it get? There it was, plain and simple. Rejected, in person, straight up.

And who was she, of all people to reject him? Wasn't this the moment every fan waited for? She admired him, adored him, hung onto every word he ever sang and now she was given the chance to kiss him; to hold him and turn this situation into something and at that moment, she pushed him away. What was the problem here? The only barrier she saw was in her mind; the problem of letting herself be vulnerable. It scared her, yes, so what was she to do? How did fate expect her to get through this when all she could do was wonder if she was just another groupie; another fuck to pass the time?

"William, William" she turned in his lap but distracted himself with reaching over to grab a cup of who knows what; anything to not have to look at her face and see rejection. "Will you please, just--stop?"

A sigh escaped his lips and she stared at him, the best she could when she felt so bad for making him feel however he was feeling. How could she explain this and still make sense? She bit her lip and met his eyes. "Its not like I don't like you. Hell. who doesn't? But you're...you. And I'm me. And it would never work. And we barely know each other." It would never work? What the fuck? Where they in some soap opera or something? Already she wanted to smack herself. Why was she trying so hard to push away what she wanted?

"I wasn't trying to sleep with you." He rolled his eyes. One kiss. That was all he wanted. Right now, anyway. "If that's what you think."

"I know," She closed her eyes for a second. "What I mean is, I barely know you to jump into this; even if it is what I wanted. You think I could kiss you once be done with it?" She grinned. "Hell no." It was hard for him not to grin too.

"I don't car---"

"--I care," She shook her head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and smiled. "I really care." It was her turn to blush red; the color filling up her cheeks in the dark lights of the club. "I--" Her voice was cut short by the ringing of her cell phone. The sound was muted by the loud beat of the dance music in the air and the vibrations were the only thing letting her know someone was calling. "Crap, who's calling me..." she muttered and fished her phone out of her pocket. Cue the small groan that indicated she didn't want to be getting a phone call from this person right now. She went to shove her phone back in her pockets and William caught her hand with a small grin. "What? Who is it?"

"No one," She shook her head but he grinned; the look on her face amusing; and took the cell phone. "Jason is calling you," He half teased. "You should answer it." It was true, he secretly wanted to know why this Jason person made her irritable and if it was he who was in the way of him getting to Zaydee. There had to be more than just 'You're famous, it would never work.'

"I would but I hate him, so I won't."

"Oh, come on," He waved the phone in the air. "He can't be that bad. Just answer it."

"No," she made a face. If only he knew just how much she hated Jason. Like, with a burning passion. The kind of hate where she didn't even like to be around him. At all.

"Can I?" He grinned devilishly and at first she didn't undestand.

"Can you what?"

"Can I talk to him?" William put his thumb over the call button and grinned. She stared at him in horror, "NO! Why would you want even want to? Why would why I---" A smiled spread her lips, slowly, her face lighting up. There was a hint of slyness in her eyes and he knew something was up. "I mean," She cleared her throat. "Of course you can talk to him." She pressed his thumb over the call button and the phone lit up. Suddenly he wasn't so sure if he wanted to talk to this guy and it seemed he had no choice. Whenever a girl smiled like that, nothing good ever came from it. "Hello?" William pressed the cell phone to his ear and eyed her in curiosity; a deep voice on the other line greeting him in confusion. "Zaydee?"

"No?"

"Who is this?"

"William," The boy told him uncertainly and looked to Zaydee for help. She wasn't going to help him, however. She was just going to sit back and watch, instead because William had wanted to answer the phone and now he had to talk on it. She wasn't going to tell him that Jason just so happened to be her ex boyfriend. She had a feeling that would only up the notch on the awkward scale.

"William," the boy on the other line had a bit of a snarky tone. "Do me a favor and put Zaydee on the phone, cause I called her and I was hoping she would answer the phone. You know. Since it's hers."

"Uh...She's busy." She couldn't hear what Jason was saying on the other line but she was enjoying this anyway, because William looked like he wasn't sure whether to be confused or be an asshole. His whole body tensed up in the fraction of a second that it took for her to blink.

"What the fuck does it matter?" William snapped. "She's busy. With me." And this, well, this put a smile the size of Texas on her face and made her lean into William to get better hearing of the conversation. "How about," William was getting a little defensive. "You just not call her anymore? I imagine she'll be a little busy from now on."

She perked up. This was so much better than she had expected. "Who knows?" William smiled into the phone with the bitchyness of a girl on an episode of 'My super sweet sixteen.' "I really don't know," he went on. "Maybe she'll be brushing her hair. Maybe she'll she'll be at a party." He pretended to gasp. "We may be fucking. Either way, I'd appreciate you not getting snippy with me." It alarmed how this had suddenly turned hostile. Why was William so defensive? She had a feeling the alcohol had something to do with it. Her eyes were wide in astonishment. She wasn't going to make a big deal about what he had just said because she knew it was all part of making Jason pissed, but still.

"Yeah. And you can go fuck yourself with the end of beer bottle." William smashed the end call button and glared at the dance floor. She stared; unsure of what to say or do and after a few seconds she fingered a lock of his hair. It was still relatively short since he had cut it, but it was growing longer already. "You okay?" She twirled the brown strand of hair and raised an eyebrow when he clenched his teeth. Finally, he sighed, and nodded. "Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?"

Her jaw dropped intravenously and if she had moved her lips to speak, it would have hit the floor. "Excuse me?" How was she supposed to react to something like that? And since when did she have a boyfriend. These things would be great, if she knew about that. She almost smacked him; trust me, the urge was strong, but instead she stared at him. "I never said I have a boyfriend..."

"That's not what he said."

"Are you serious?" She stared at him icreduously.

"I don't know," He snapped. "Is it true?"

"NO!" What the fuck? She didn't even know what to say. When in doubt, Jason always ruined things.

"Well that guy was pretty pissed because I was 'answering his girlfriend's cellphone.' William made a voice and glared more, despite the fact he knew she was telling the truth. Once again, she wanted to smack him. "What the fuck! William, that guy was pissed because I dumped him and decided to hang out with someone better."

He bore a spot in the space in front of him before finally sighing. There was no doubt in his mind that she was telling the truth, yet she didn't seem to see just how afraid he was too. She wasn't the only one making herself vulnerable. He had to surpress every feeling he had about being used for fame. For all he knew, Sisky was right. "I'm sorry. I just--" He shook his head. Enough humiliation for one night. "Never mind."

"No, what? Tell me." She needed to know. The expression on his face was too much to let go. What was it that he needed to say? What was he feeling?

"It doesn't matter." He refused to let his heart get broken again. "You wanna dance?"

"You can't just change the subject!" A frown creased her lips; a pang of guilt poking her side like a child bullying her. She really hated making him feel bad.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"No--" She pushed him back down to his seat and shook her head. "Tell me. I need to know what bothers you."

"Nothing bothers me."

Cue stare.

"Really. I just, damnit. I get scared, too." William ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Its just as hard for me. I barely know you but I think about you all the time and part of me wants to kick myself because you may be just like every other girl I've ever dated and the other part of wants to kick myself because I know you aren't. Shit like that scares me and makes me wonder. I don't want some random guy calling you and calling you his girlfriend if we're dating. Which, we're not, but we could be--if you wanted to, because I like you, I just don't know if you like me--" He was rambling. Again. How many shots had he had? She couldn't think back to it to save her life. No, she wasn't drunk, but on the inside, she was like semi hyperventalating or something and trying to process all of his words at once, which wasn't working out too well. I like you. We could be dating.  If you wanted to. Was he speaking to the right person of was he that drunk? She didn't even know how to react.

She continued to stare until finally his voice trailed off in understanding and he cringed. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I just. I ramble when I drink."

"You ramble when you're sober."

"Shut up!" He grinned.

Too be continued....<3
-Zay.

Hands shaking; breath caught in his throat, Nathan stared up at her though she couldn't see him. His heart raced at an abnormal speed, clouding any clear thinking process and begged him to just lie on the floor and let himself die because here he was. He was standing on the base of cold metal stairs, eyes fixated on the love of his life--thought perhaps he wasn't allowed to use that title anymore, since she had clearly told him she didn't love him back. In one hand a drooping daisy was being squished under his clenched fingers and his other hand was balled up as if he might actually do something besides stand there, which God knew would never happened because there was too much pain residing in him. There was a physical pain in his chest and despite his usual tough exterior, tears were threatening to break free of his eyes and cascade down his cheeks like shameful exposures of his emotions. How to put this clearly so you understand...he was having trouble breathing. He was having trouble breathing. He was having trouble living because he was stuck on the fact that instead of being with him, his girlfriend---well, now ex, was at the top of the stairs, arms around someone else; someone that wasn't him.

The urge to do something, anything was there but how could he when she had warned him. She had told him with time that there was nothing left between them and she had warned him purposefully that if he back to her apartment she might see something he didn't like. There was no easy way to just leave him. She had loved him at some point but something never last and what was she supposed to do? Stay with him simply because he had grown attached. There was nothing there anymore. She had realized that and accepted it unlike he, who insisted that they were meant to be. The only way to get her point across was to make things very clear, very bluntly and now it had come to this. She didn't know he was down there, but it didn't matter. She might as well have been in this situation on purpose because it hurt all the same. That was supposed to be him. It was supposed to be him holding her that way, gazing into her eyes, loving her and instead someone else had replaced him and there was nothing he could do. How was he to live a life when she was his air? A life without her just wasn't a life worth living and she didn't seem to understand that. He absolutely hated himself for all of these emotions. If he could have bundled them up and tossed them to the ground to be forever forgotten, he would have, but things weren't that easy. Every muscle in his body was tense with anger, with pain, with confusion. He didn't even know what to do from this point. He had an inclination that leaving would be a good start  but his feet were rooted to the ground and his eyes only had one destination and that was his love kissing him. As if he actually deserved her.

Things were fixable, in his eyes. Didn't she see that? It took effort. Things just didn't come easily. She couldn't just expect every problem to disappear, every conflict to resolve itself. He was putting in the effort, why not her? His eyes grew wider by the inch. They followed the person he both hated and loved right now into her apartment and once the door was shut, he forced his feet to move but they went the wrong direction.

There was no stopping himself; he climbed the stairs and before he knew what was happening, he was kneeling by the front window and peering through the slit in the window curtain that just so happened to be in alignment with her. Wit her touching him. Everywhere. It made his skin crawl. It made his chest hurt. It made his mouth dry with anxiety. From her hips to her arms, the stranger's hands traveled and touched her. Touched the person he loved. This wasn't right at all. Other people weren't allowed to just touch her like that. HE touched her like that, because he loved her. Like a small gasp, Nathan sucked in a deep breath but no air filled his lungs. He licked his dry lips and blinked back tears that burned his eyelids with an intensity that matched the stinging in his heart. Anyplace than this place was better so why couldn't he move himself? Why was he sitting here, torturing himself; watching them? The envy inside of him was enveloping him, filling him, promising to take over until something very bad happened. It had gotten so far to this point where he couldn't even understand what had happened; how they gotten to this point. Things had started out well and now they were trash.

Nathan shifted in his crouching positions, the pressure coming off one foot to the other and leaned against the window without any regard to what might happen if he was seen. He didn't care. His life was nothing but a joke. Lying to everyone around him, pretending to be alright. Attempting to fool himself when it was obvious to everyone except him that it wasn't over. Nothing was okay. It was all a bunch of smoke and mirrors and he was stupid enough to think that pushing away the pain would make it go away. The only fact that seemed to make any sense anymore was that he was past the point of sanity. If he could be anyone else in the world, he would have taken the offer in a heartbeat. It was the only thing he was sure of anymore. The boy was falling apart on the inside to the beat of her clothes, falling to the ground. Whether he could handle seeing them was questionable. On the outside, he was silent, calm but the disguise did nothing for the emotions train wrecking inside of him. Her shirt slid off the couch to the floor, unheard of and unimportant. Each movement she made was like a cue for his heart to break a little further, sting a little longer, taking away the oxygen he had in his lungs.

Please no, he gasped for air and finally tore his gaze away from the window before he saw anything else. Nothing was left anymore. A hollow space was taking over the place where rationality should have been. The boy tugged off the necklace around his pale neck, struggling for a second, fumbling before finding the clasp and breaking it free. He hung the silver chain around the knob of the apartment door and without a second though turned to the stairs and bounded down them; his steps echoing off loudly and filling his ears. He ran. There was nowhere to go. No one to speak to. No one he wanted anyway. So he just ran and ran, one foot in front of the other, pounding pavement in the darkness; driving him through the cold breeze that whipped at his face and commanded him to return home; safe, where he could be alone but he wasn't thinking anymore, let alone caring. Several cars passed him, but none stopped nor cared for the lonely boy running along the road; eyes wild and face tear streaked. He stopped when he could longer breath for most of his oxygen had disintegrated just from the heartache and leaned against the railing that overlook the river.

The metal was cold and wet against his hands and he stood there, heart hammering against his ribcage; mouth slightly open in temptation; eye furiously blinking back tears so he could see his feet clearly step onto the railing and hoist himself up. He wiped a hand against his hoodie, then the other and careful pulled himself to stand; carefully balancing himself on the ledge to overlook the mass of black water before him. The moon above him cast a glow against him and made his pale white hair shine in the darkness. Arms spread, he threw his head back, enjoying the danger, the rush, the exact feeling he felt when he was in her arms. If this was only way to harbor that feeling for just a few more seconds then he would go all out. Nathan gulped, but he was not afraid. His smile laugh rang out in the darkness and cut through the silence, but it did not erase his pain. It didn't make the tears go away. His blurry eyes fell to rushing water beneath him. The only way to get rid of these tears were to cover them up. And river water would do just nicely. He took one breath, and smiled one last smile. A life without her was a life not worth living. One day she would realize that. One day, she would understand that he had given it all up for her. Just her. Exhale. He put one foot out and stepped over the edge.

Her hair flew one direction as she turned then did a complete 360 and reached for something else. She was flipping out here, trying to look casual but great and find her stupid socks she had lost within the last ten seconds and when that was done she could go on another exploration and find her other shoe and why the hell was everything always missing? God she needed to learn to be organized because she was never going to learn to survive in the real world if she kept living like this. This so stupid because she should have been ready like thirty minutes ago and instead she had spent the time wondering about what to wear and checking her email and all that crap so she hadn't been paying attention when William had texted her and asked her if she wanted them to pick her up and she'd replied with yes because stupid her thought she was replying to her friend's question.

Smart.

"Please, please don't walk to come in and look around," she moaned to herself. He'd just texted her to say he was entering campus and she'd have to give him directions to her dorm. She was going to dramatically moan again but the ringing of her phone cut her off and her heart sped up. "Hello?" She answered her phone in the most casual manner she could muster.

"Hey!" William winced at himself. He sounded too forced. "Uhh, we just entered the campus, I think I may be being followed and I need to know how to get you--I mean, where you are."

"Hi," she smiled into the phone. "Okay, which entrance did you take?"

"The first one by the stoplight."

"Okay, go alll the way into the back where you can see the gym with see through windows at the top, pass the motel looking dorms and there will be four giant apartment style building and go around them to the other side to Jefferson-Haynes. And I'm on the second floor, apartment d-233."

Lots of rustling filled the phone, muttering and she heard someone in the backround. "I think I see the Gym. Did you get all of that? I think. I was trying to listening but the phone was a bit static-y..."

She must have been on speakerphone. And they must have found her because she saw a really nice Jetta pulling into the parking out as she peered out of her living room window through the blinds. A jetta? He drove a Jetta? Sorry to be so superficial but she honestly had expected William to drive something more...flashy. Not that this was bad or anything. It didn't change how she saw him--it was actually appealing--it had just come as a surprise. She had really pegged him for a mustang or something.

"Zaydee?" A tiny William Beckett voice came from her phone and she pressed it to her ear. "Yeah, sorry, I'll be down in just a se--"

"--Are we invited up?!" She heard another holler excitedly. Her faced dropped in horror. Invited up? Here? To her room with her weird roommate and unorganization?"

"Shut up, Butcher!"

"You shut up!"

"Uhm, well..." She licked her lips in indecision.

"I wanna see her apartment!" Andy's voice came through the phone and she caved. "Sure, Why not?" This could not turn out good. At all. It was going to turn into a giant mess, she was sure of it. She let go of the blinds and made a face. Guys were so pushy. And easily amused. (not that she wasn't.) Two sets of thuds were booming up the metal stairs and through her dorm frame. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. She hang up her cell and stared at the door. The knock she heard was suddenly magnified by then fold and her eyes widened. Was she really going to let him come in and see her lame college dorm?

Another knock. Yes, she supposed she was. "Hey, guys," she opened the door to reveal her new friend and The Butcher, whom she had yet to meet in person. Andy pushed past Bill and put his hand. She shook politely and stepped inside. "This is cool," He didn't bother to wait for William. He immediately started looking around.

'Er...forgive him," William said lamely. "He's not house trained yet."

"Fuck you, Beckett."

She shook her head and smiled. "Hehe. So yeah...this is my apartment. Its not much, just...yeah."

"I like it," William smiled by her side and nudge her playfully. "Its full of you."

"and my roommate," she reminded him and went to close the door to her room. William interjected and pushed open the door, "No wait, is this you?"

"Yeah, but its messy in there so you don't wanna g--"

"Sure, I do. I bet its great."

"No, really, you don't," she insisted and put her hands on his chest to lead him back. "Let's go, we'll be late."

"We're in no rush," Andy pointed out and she shot him a 'shut up' look. "But...we should go anyway," He nodded and William Pouted. "Why won't you let me see?"

"Cause its messy."

"It can't be that bad."

She tugged on his hand and smiled hopefully. "Are we going or what?" And well, how was William supposed to say no to that face? He couldn't. So he sighed in defeat and followed her back to the front door and rushed to get it for her. "Ladies first."

Andy slapped him on the back, "That's why we're waiting on you, Beckett." Oh, things were going to be interesting tonight.

They descended the stairs and in turn, earned stairs from a couple of people sitting down at the bottom on some benches. People She knew. She waved and was replied with cat calls. "Where you going. Oh, baby, you got two guys? Find out if he has a brother!"

"Keep walking," She muttered quietly to William and Andy who looked like they wanted to come back with a witty reply. Zaydee moved them ahead and waited until the last moment to turn around and grin up at her friends. "Oh, yeah," she mouthed devilishly to them.

*

"Oh, look at the time," The had just arrived at one of the newest and more expensive clubs when Andy threw his arm up and pretended to look at his watch. He wasn't even wearing one. "I've got some stuff to take of, so I guess you two are on your own---"

"--Whoa, whoa, what?" William grabbed Andy by the arms and reeled him in close. "What are you doing? You said you would help me out." He glanced quickly at Zaydee who was a few feet away, waiting patiently. "You can't just leave me."

"Sure, I can. Watch." Andy took a purposeful step forward but he was grabbed back again. "What if I say something stupid?"

The other boy shrugged. "You usually do."

"ANDY!"

"Shut up, dude. She can hear you." Her popped open the car door. "Just call me when you want me to pick you guys up." The look on William's face betrayed the calmness he was trying to portray. "chill out. She's nice. Go have fun. Its only a date."

"Oh, no, it's a date!?" William hissed.

"Cha. Go make her swoon, bilvy." He pushed the tall brunette towards Zaydee and got back in the car.

Oh, God, he hoped her didn't screw this up. "Alone at last," He joked and laughed with as least nervousness as possible. For the first time since they had picked her up he was finally looking at the rest of her and not just his face. He Hadn't even noticed what she wearing. (which was a good thing.) He hated to admit it, but he was so caught up with her and he barely knew her. Pete would have a field day with him if he ever told him. So would Gabe. Her shy smile made his heart flutter. Cheesy but true. There really was no explanation why they were standing in a parking lot, checking each other out but all William could think was, DAMN, She looks good. (only he wasn't drunk.)

His eyes trailed up from her brown cowboy boots (Texas was definitely one of his favorite states) to her tan legs and his cheeks burned because he was so blatantly doing so and she was just letting him, past her blue jean skirt (Man, she really was from the south) to her tee whoch surprisingly said BLINK 182 on it. She no longer had purple hair, he realized before settle his eyes on hers. It was funny, but he had pegged her for a a punk rock, sceneish girl. Not that he had a problem with this, he found it quiet refreshing she could wear one thing one day and something different the next.

"I don't dress according to labels," she said softly, reading his mind.

"I like it."

"Nice jeans." She couldn't help it. She would forever love skinny jeans. He stepped to her; it seemed like they had been standing there for hours when in reality it had been about three minutes and looked her over one more time. "You look really nice," He smiled and picked up her hand. He squeezed it softly before motioning with his head to go inside.

The lights seemed to glow so much brighter the instant he grabbed her hand. It was like being under a hundred warm lights at a play and forgetting your lines. She could even say a word when they got to the door and thank God, she didn't have to because evidently William had already paid or because he was famous they them in. Sharp, loud music got to her before they were even all the way inside and once the door behind them closed, she was flooded with strobes lights, neon lasers and dance music. Pretty waitresses in mini skirts and practically see through button up shirts walked around with a notepad in one hand and a tray of alcohol in the other. She instantly felt inadequate compared to them. She wasn't normally self conscious but hell, you would feel awkward too seeing all these hot, big chested waitresses in mini skirts walking around with alcohol.

"Uhm, do you want anything to drink? Or we could dance?"

She turned her eyes up to William, the strobe lights behind him making his pale skin flash every other second. "why not both?" She half yelled over the music and gave him a sly grin. She pulled his hands and tugged him forward to whisper in his ear. It was so much easier than yelling. "A round of shots on me?"

A chill went up William's spine then had the nerve to crawl back up. "What's your poison?"

"I'm not very picky," She struggled to not yell in his ear and still be loud enough for him to hear. "But I like Vodka."

"I'll match you, drink for drink," He challenged and without giving her warning, wrapped his arms around her waist. "But only if you dance with me first. This time we have music." His hands sent electroshock waves through her skin. "I quite liked your singing." He couldn't hear her, but she said it anyway and turned in his hold so her back was facing him. What could she say? She liked to dance.

Three songs later, they were already sweating but it didn't make the fun any less memorable. He was having a really hard time not grabbing her and kissing her with the way she was shaking her hips and he had a feeling she knew it. The way she kept grinning...it was evil! It was like she was teasing him with her fully clothed body. Like she knew he wanted her and she was testing him or something. Or perhaps it was all in his head since technically, she hadn't done anything remotely slutty. William pulled her against his chest lightly and wrapped his arms around her; his lips resting near her ear. "How about those shots?"

Her hands sat on his. "Coming right up, hon." Once free of his hold, she left to find herself a waitress or lounge. She was walking around when her hopes fell. Crap. She returned back to William empty handed and smiled sheepishly. "I'll pay, but uhm, you may have to do the buying..."

He cocked an eyebrow at her words before bursting into laughter. She gave him a tiny glare and put her hands on her lips. "What?"

"Sorry, I just really thought you'd try first. You look twenty one." She pouted and he smiled innocently. "I mean that as a compliment. I really thought they wouldn't ID you."

"Well, I didn't try."

He found this amusing, apparent and took her hand; using the other to signal a waitress. "Can I have two shots of Vodka and....a kamakazi?" Zaydee reached for her money in her pocket and he shook his head. "Don't worry about, its on me."

"Yeah, but they were on me first."

"But I want to pay."

"Well, maybe I wanted to pay." She was fighting back another grin as he studied her; a crooked smile on his lips; his eyes furrowed as if trying to figure her out. She felt his eyes on her, but they were checking her out. They were fixated on her own eyes as if trying to pin point just who she was or what she was thinking. It both made her happy and uneasy. "What?" She moved closer to him and looked up to his face. He stared at her for a second before he blinked and finally came back to reality. "I don't know. You're just..."

"Weird?" She offered.

"Very much so. In an amazing way." Cue the eye rolling. She wasn't used to being smooth talked by rock stars. As nice as he had been all night, she wasn't going to just let him think she was easy or that she was some game. "No," William took notice to her reaction and shook his head. "I'm not trying to sweet talk you." She stood back on her tippy toes to respond. "I didn't say you were."

He pressed a hand to the small of her back and she leaned it. "Don't think I'm like them all," he breathed the words in her ear. "Cause you'll be wrong." She wanted to say something challenging like 'prove it' or 'oh, really?' but their drinks arrived and their conversation was cut short. "Thanks," she heard William say and he set the larger mixed drink on the table behind them and handed her a shot.

"Cheers."

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Sleeping was troublesome for her. She was wide awake when the Cab dropped her off at the campus; dead to the world and quiet. She took her time crossing the parking lot and climbing the stairs to the second floor. Her hand dug in the warm fabric of her pocket for her keys and fished them out; trying her best not to be loud when she opened the door. Her roommate could be such a bitch sometimes so it was a better idea not to wake her. The room was washed in dark shadows and the few rays of streetlamp light that successfully gotten through the blinds. She was going to have to trust that not have her trip because turning on the light was a no-go unless she was a pissy roommate who also wanted to know where she'd been.

She carefuuly shut the door behind her with a soft click and tiptoed across the room to her bedroom door. "Ow!" She half whispered, half yelled this as her foot collided with the side of the lamp table. "Motherfucker..." She used her hip to push open her door and once she was safe in her room, with the door closed, she was able to turn on light and move around without the fear of getting hurt. Letting herself fall on the blankets, she sighed and curled up. There was no way she could sleep now. Not after all of that. It felt like it had last all day and it had only been a few hours, plus the concert. Her hair fanned out beneath her, across the red blankets like black and purple rays. She stared up at the ceiling above her; discolored and white; worn away from the years since it had been constructed. How had any of this happened? It was all so surreal. She wasn't quite sure how to feel at the moment. Gosh, it was incredibly warm in her room that night. Usually, she was freezing her ass off because the persons she lived with 'got soooo hot' really fast. Hmm. Perhaps it was because she was wearing this great hoodie.

Her eyes went wide at the thought. Oh, no! "Crap," She muttered and grinned up at the ceiling with a sigh. She honestly and truly hadn't meant to take his hoodie. She picked up cell phone, unsure about whether to text him and let him know and decided against it. He probably already knew.

It was going to take some effort, but was going to have to fall asleep soon if she wanted to wake up in time for class tomorrow without the bitchy attitude. (She wasn't much of a morning person.) With a lay groan, she got up and walked across the room to shut off her lights. Once they were off, it was a lot easier to lay down and feel more sleepy. In no time, unconsciousness had taken over her and her eyes drifted shut.

Waking up the next morning was her first issue of the day. It involved actually waking up. If she hadn't had a chemistry test in the next hour, she would have hit the snooze button without hesitation. But alas, she could do that and fail her test. The fail Chemistry. Then fail at college. Then fail at life and it would all just turn into a big ugly downward spiral of failure that she couldn't deal with. Not today, anyway. So she got up and forced herself into the shower and out in ten minutes. Dried up, put some clothes on, dried and combed her hair, freaked out for an entire seven minutes because her chemistry notes were gone, found them, grabbed a poptart and ran to her Chem. 1403.

It took all the effort and emotion stamina she had at the moment to get through that test. Don't get me wrong, she was bright and all, but chemistry and math just weren't her strong points. Her day never got better until those classes were over and she was in photography. Her day was uneventful and filled with her recollection the night before. It was still too much to believe and if she hadn't picked up his hoodie this morning, she would have been sure it was fake.

*

"Dude, just text her already." The Butcher threw an impatient look at his friend and waiting until he paced slow enough to throw his empty coke bottle at him. It got William square in the head; perfect aim; perfect hit. "OW!" He glared at Andy and kicked the bottle in his direction before going back to his nerve racking fear of texting his new friend. "Stop or I'll happily throw it at you again."

"Throw it and I'll punch you."

The two boys seized up and stared each other down for exactly ten seconds before William broke away and went back to pouting. "I mean, God, what if she's decided it'd be too weird. Or that I'M weird?"

"You are weird."

"Not helping."

"Bill, come on, stop it. From what you told me about last night, she seems really nice and like you two got along well." As it had been put, they'd had a great time until Adam had shown up with his attitude.

""It was great, but it's just too easy. I mean, I feel like I've known her for longer than a day."

"Technincally," And pulled at the strings on William's couch pillow. "you're known her for like what? A week? Longer? You met her in Texas then met her here like fifty bajillion times and hung out with her. That counts."

"You never know. She could think I'm lik some super crazy stalker. Oh, man, maybe that's why she hasn't texted me!" A horrified look crossed his face.

"Well...uh...did you give her the right number?"

William face palmed. "No..."

"...Did you give her your number at all?" andy grinned ever so girlishly. He loved seeing Bilvy this way, it was just so damn funny.

"No."

"Moron."

"Shut up."

"Text her. Tell her to like, come chill with us. We can go out or some shit, have some drinks."

"Who all would come?"

"If you're worried about Adam, he's working on some songs at home. Look, you and I will go, and she can come along. It's really not a big deal."

"Yes, it is," William frowned. "She may be busy. She's in college."

"So? If she is, invite her another day."

"Yeah, but--"

"Do it."

"She'll say n--"

"DO IT!" Andy pointed a finger at William and commanded in a booming voice.

Willaim snatched his phone out of his pocket. "Okay, okay..." He typed a few words. Erased them. Typed some more. Erased them. A frown took over his pretty little features. "I don't know what to say..."

"Okay, just type what I say."

"Okay," William got ready.

"Hey, babe. How about you and I go get some dranks and party it up?" William made a face. A very displeasing face, in Andy's opinion. "I'm not sending that to her!"

"Yes, you are."

"I can't she'll think I'm a---" Andy grabbed his friends phone and ran away, leaping over the long leather couch to press send. William's eyes were wide and terrified. "No! What did you do?!" He punched his friend in the shoulder, eased enough to do no long term harm and Andy yelped. "You were never going to do it!"

"BECAUSE ITS STUPID!"

"But its funny."

"Fucker." The taller boy collapsed on the couch, worried and unhappy of what was to come. It only took a few moments before his phone rang and he jumped in surprise, the phone slipping to the ground.

"Ooh, ohh, what did she say?!" Andy shrieked and it was at this time that William wondered if he was secretly a girl and had been hiding it from everyone. "It says....Who is this?"

"Well tell her!" Complying to the demand, William typed out the message and sent it only to be replied with "Who???"

"Oh great," William threw his phone at the couch in frustration. "She's pretending she doesn't know me! See what you did?!"

All Andy could do was roll his eyes. "Lemme see that." He took the phone and checked the message, mouthing each word with enthusiasm much to William's annoyance and finally just looked up to stare at William like he was the dumbest person in the world. There was that kind of silence you just can't stand because you know you did something stupid.

"What?"

Andy stared.

"What?" He repeated with more emphasis.

"You moron," Andy threw the phone at him. "You sent it to the wrong number!"

He was replied with a look of disbelief. "I did not!"

"Check it." Andy pointed to the paper where Zaydee had written her number on the table. And as much as William did not want to, he did and it took a lot of courage to fnally sigh. "Oh, thank you, God." Sometimes, it was a wonder how these two boys got through a day in the real world.

Butcher just shook his head as William retyped the number and looked up at him. "This time, I'm sending something that doesn't make me sound like I tried to turn into Lil Wayne and failed."

And he did. And this time, the right person got it.

She was halfway across campus, headed back to her room when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Her eyes lit up at the message and before you knew it, she was no longer walking to her room. She was running.

*

"You don't think she'll bail, right?"

"She won't, Bill."

"Are you sure?"

"Prett damn sure."

"How sure?"

"Sure enough that if you ask my one more time, I'll kick you i the balls."

"Okay, geez........You're sure?"

"Would you like me to slap you?"

"You're not gay, are you?"

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"Do you always randomly ask people to dance?" She meant the question as a joke but his answer held a sense of importance. "No," he whispered, a small laugh escaping him before he pressed his face into her cheek. "Only very lovely people." He spoke the words very softly against her skin and little chills raced up her spine.

"You must meet a lot of lovely people, no?"

"Sure," His hands teetered on the spot above her waist and below it like they couldn't make up their minds. "But you're only one I've asked to dance." Now, was he trying to sound cliché? Not at all but he probably did anyway. "I promise," he chuckled, "that was not supposed to come out all cliché sounding." He had a feeling she didn't mind either way, she just grinned and playfully slapped his back. "Oh, please."

"Whaaat?" He whined. "I was being foreal."

"Forreal forreal?"

"Very."

'Mhmm...okay."

He pretending to groan, a playful gesture of his delight and smiled. At some point that had stopped swaying and he'd proceeded to just hold her in that position, unbeknownst that to the fact that it had happened but content when the realization came. He absently let his fingers stroke the spot behind her ear, contemplating on what was going to happen next. Had it been logical, he would have gladly stayed in this spot all night but the human body wasn't too keen on that idea so his next two options were to take her home or take her to his. The latter of options was tempting but you must know exactly what kind of light that puts a person in, Especially William, being a guy. It was better if he just didn't go down that path yet. Not tonight. He was trying to win over her affection not drive it into the ground.

"I should probably get you home." he mumbled unwillingly. Trust me, he did not want her to go anytime soon. The words caught of guard for a second and blinked. "Oh, of course. I'm sure you're incredibly tire--"

"That is, if you want to go home," he cut in. "I'm not trying to get rid of you...Really, I want you to stay. I just thought, maybe you were bored...or hungry? Or maybe tired. We can go somewhere else if you like? I'm not trying to take you anywhere--" he rambled on and on and it never occurred to him just how nervous this girl was making him. He hadn't rambled so stupidly in a very long time. "--its not like that at all, I just think you're a nice--" His head dropped for a second and he covered his face with his hand. "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"...yeah," she smiled, suppressing a chuckle. "But I don't mind."

"I do that sometimes..." he hadn't done that in so long it only made him feel more stupid. All he could do was stand there awkwardly.

"It's not a big deal, really," she insisted. "Sometimes when I get nervous, I stutter." She was trying to make him better. It was true. Jack her nerve up to ten and she was a stuttering mess. It happened when she got drunk too, but it was probably better if she didn't tell him that. Now, the question was of the game was 'what was going to happen next?' Going home was the last thing she wanted to do. She wasn't very tired at all but she didn't want to keep him out all night either. "Its up to you," she shrugged. "What do you want to do?"

Was this a simple question or a test? Damn his obsession to over analyze everything. "Uh...how about a movie?" Yeah, movies were nice. He wasn't quite ready for the night to end just yet so just about everything sounded good, as long as she didn't get bored. "Okay, where are we going?"

She had a feeling that question more awkward than she wanted it to be and she was right because now they had to decide where they were going. She honestly was a little afraid to go back to either of their places for more than one reason. The first being obvious. Hello, she'd only known him for a couple of hours. She couldn't just take him home or go to his. He was a rockstar, for Christ's sakes! Sure it was judgemental, but what did most rockstars want with ordinary girls? Sex. Yes. S-E-X. 99% of them for sure. How was she supposed to believe that this guy, of all guys, wanted such an ordinary girl to himself? Sure, he could flirt all he wanted but it still wouldn't make sense. Don't get me wrong. She wasn't horribly low on self esteem. She didn't find herself ugly and she didn't complain about her looks every five seconds but come on. William Beckett? Seriously. Someone tap her on the shoulder and wake her up. Was she really supposed to believe that he only wanted to watch a movie? A part of her wanted to believe it. He seemed innocent enough but that small voice in the back of her head kept warning her how humiliating it might be if she gave in and got used.

William pondered this question as well. They seemed to share the same track of mind at that moment. Everything she was thinking, he was worrying about too. He didn't want her thinking he was just trying to get her back to his house so they could screw. "The...the bus!" He smiled at the brilliant idea. How bad could things go if he called Sisky up and had him come watch movie with them. Then it'd be less awkward and there was no way something bad could happen.

"The bus?" She shared in question.

"Yeah, we can watch movies on the bus with Sisky!"

"Seriously?" Pardon her fan girl-ness it, it did exist. And it was excited. "Aw, that would be so cool! He seems like he would be so fun to hang out with!"

"Yeah, he's definitely a trip."

"Let's go!" She tugged on his arm. "Call him and tell him so we can go up there!" Her excitement was more than amusing. He'd never seen a girl so excited to watch a movie. Sure, they were famous. He wasn't bragging, they were. She genuinely seemed happy just to hang out. She was going on and on about movies and board games. He Hadn't played a board game in so long. Did they even have any of those? Hell, he was willing to stop and buy some if he had to do. "Okay, okay, I'm calling," he chuckled. "Don't pee on yourself."

"I might."

His arm looped through hers once more and he waited for the sound of Sisky picking up his cell.

"Yes, well. As long as no one is around, we won't get fined."

*

The sound of her cell phone ringing broke their chatter. Though she would never admit it, she was secretly damning her phone's existence because answering it meant having to let go of William's light hold on her hand. "Argh...who's texting me?" She mumbled and dug in pocket. One new text from Jason. Those words flashed across the screen and her eyes flashed in unison. If there was ever a crappy moment to text someone it was now and she knew that ignoring him would only make things worse. She had a feeling that not replying meant getting more than one phone call later and that just the thing she needed to ruin whatever fun she might be having with William later. Next to her, William was taking intent notice of her reactions. It was hard not to, since she'd pretty much stopped walking. She was too engrossed in whatever the message said to even notice but it was obvious that she wasn't delighted.

Really? Now? Jason had to start this now? She really wasn't in the mood to explain to him why they weren't together anymore. Wasn't the fact that he was a jerk enough? 'Not now', she sent him. This just wasn't the time or the place. "Sorry," she mumbled and stuffed the phone back into her pocket. "My friend was having a crisis."

"Oh," William shoved his hands into his pockets and scuffed his shoes. "Do you need to go with her?" He was praying it was a her anyway. She was quick to shake her head, "Nah...she's a big girl. She can handle it." It wasn't even a big deal but the fact that she was already lying to him made her feel horrible. One night into meeting him and already a lie that probably wasn't needed had wormed its way out of her. Not that she had meant to, but was she supposed to tell him her ex boyfriend was an obsessive jerk who was trying to get back with her? Things like that didn't exactly make for the best conversation with the guy you liked.

"Okay." He didn't really know what to say all of a sudden. The tension had snaked its way between them.

In face, the tension stayed there until the first sight of the bus bloomed around the corner, behind the building. The fact that there was someone else in the picture, made her feel a little less awkward. They had just walked a good fifteen to twenty minutes to get here and the conversation had been minimal. Not good at all.

"Sisky, unlock the door," Williams voice broke her thoughts and he snapped his phone shut lightly before he gently pushed her towards their giant tour bus. Now really, this felt too...cliché....too surreal for Zaydee. This was the scene she read in fan fiction. This was what happened in someone's dream but in real life? No.

"Uhm, actually, you know what?" She mumbled, the tension rising again. "I actually, uhm, I feel a bit tired. I think I should head home." She had to force the last few words out of her mouth and the fact that she had just said that to him, of all people, made her want to slap herself. Why on earth would anyone decide to go home when a boy like he was inviting her in? Because. It was just too good for it to not screw up. It was a dream that someone was getting to ready to wake her from and things would only get worse if she let herself go in there.

"...oh."

Oh. That was all he'd managed to respond with, 'oh.' That was the one response she hadn't wanted. Why was she even doing this. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude or anything, I jus--"

"No, no, no," He cut her short. "Its alright."

"No, really. I do want to hang out again, I had a lot of fun; I'm just tired." Liar. Liar, liar, liar. Hey, what else was she supposed to do? It just didn't feel right, you know? It felt to fake. Like she was watching this instead of it actually happening. "Maybe when you're free we can watch a movie or something..."

"Yeah." He nodded very slightly and pressed his lips together. "Sure." Now she felt like an asshole. He'd been really nice this whole time and he she was turning him down like she was even in her right mind.

Uhuh, sure. He understood. This girl thought he was trash or something. She probably thought he was a whore or something and slept around with groupies after every show. "Uh, well---"

"Bill?" A very tired looking Sisky stuck his head out of the tour bus and glared at William. Yes, he very unhappy. William has just made him drive back to the bus from where he had been sleeping in his home to watch movies with some fan he'd gotten arrested. What the hell?

"Hey, Sisky--"

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Sisky's tone implied his mood.

"Oh. Sure..." William frowned and turned to Zaydee. "Just one second." she just nodded and awkwardly looked around but it was impossible not to head them. It was like they hadn't even closed the door.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"You don't even know this girl. You missed the meet and greet just to find her. And now you want to watch movies like you're old buddies?"

"Whoa, whoa, its not even a big deal, I'm sorry. I just wanted to meet her." That line put a small smile on her face but Sisky's tore it off.

"You don't have to meet her, she's just like every other fan girl that's ever been obsessed with you. You think she's here because she wants to watch movies?"

"I don't believe this." William muttered the words and rubbed his temple. "Why are you so worried. She's just someone I met."

She really didn't want to hear the rest of this conversation. It was really awkward and she felt like she was eavesdropping. "Uhm, Willi--"

"If you need a fuck that bad why don't you call Amanda?" The question caught her by her ears and made her stop. So she was just a fuck opportunity? She was pondered the idea of staying a bit longer and seeing if this resolved. William seemed like a pretty nice guy and maybe Sisky was wrong. But no, she shook her head and sighed. She didn't have time for this, she had class tomorrow. Zaydee turned around and made her way back to the street where they had come from. She could take a hint. Sisky obviously felt like she was just a fan who wanted to screw William and she didn't have time to deal with this. Her image of his was ruined already and they hadn't even met. She always thought he come off as really nice and super friendly and she evidently was wrong. She didn't bother to say bye to either of them and deep down she knew that was rude but she felt stupid enough without speaking again.

"Goddamnit, Adam, why do you have to be like that. Just because you've never met someone nice doesn't mean every girl in the whole fucking world is gonna be a bitch." William glared at his best friend and shook his head. This was ridiculous. Ever since Adam and is girlfriend had broken up he was so sure that woman were downright bad. "Ha." Adam laughed. "Go ahead, William. I won't stop you. But when she fucks you over and gets a few pictures don't start writing songs about it."

"My god, you're fucking stupid sometimes."

"Sure. Go tell your new friend--oh, wait." Adam smiled a very bitchy smile. "She's gone." William pushed past his friend and let the bus door fly open to find an empty parking lot. "Fucking A." His muttered and stepped outside. Now he felt like a complete jerk. Arguing about a girl right in front of her. No wonder she left. She probably thought he was immature now. "Thanks," William muttered sarcastically before taking off in the direction they had came. He spotted her by a steetlamp, looking both ways for any sight of a taxi cab but to his enjoyment,, the street was deserted.

"Hey! Hey, wait! I'm sorry, that was really and I didn't mean for that happen."

"Okay."

He sighed. "Please don't be mad. Sisky's a good guy, he's just not very trustworthy of women. His last relationship kind fucked him over."

She didn't bother to reply this time. The chill of the evening air hummed its way through the trees and rest on their ears to form silence. "Don't be mad...I--I know it sounded bad but I wasn't trying to play you or anything, really." Words like his weren't knew to her. If she had a dime for every time her ex boyfriend had said that to her. How many times had she taken him back and completely disregarded how he made her feel? Too many times, she could argue. It just wasn't worth it. She didn't have time to be in a relationship right now. She was just starting at the university and she had a job. She had too much to think about without bringing a guy into the picture. "Zaydee?"

She opened her mouth then closed it again before shaking her head. "I don't know. I just--I'm starting school and my job..." How did she point out nicely that Sisky had pissed her off and she just didn't want to have to deal with drama? "You know, this is just really...sudden," She said lamely. "I mean, you're William Beckett. You had security take me out of a show so you could meet me, and now we're talking like we've known each other forever. Its just...weird."

"So because I'm famous I can't have friends?"

"No, that's not what I meant, I just--"

"--think I'm trying to fuck you, right?" William glared at the ground and shook his head.

"I didn't say that."

"Do you believe it?"

She gave herself a moment and the question over. "No."

"Then what's the problem?" He was confused now as to why she couldn't make this work.

"The problem is Adam and how he thinks I'm just another fan who wants to get in your pants." There. The truth. She wasn't down with being treated like a whore when she had only had sex once. And instead of something serious as she expected him to say, he burst into laughter.

"That's it? You don't want to be friend because you think Adam hates you?"

"Well he does."

"He does not!" He chucked some more. "Adam is like that with all girls. Except when he's in meet N Greets cause he likes to be nic...." His voiced trailed off with his ramblings again. "Yeah, Anyway. He's a really nice guy, he just needs to get to know you." He gave her his most hopeful look. "What do you say?"

"I say...Maybe." Finally, as if perfectly on cue, a orange-yellow taxi made its way down their street and she waved it down, her eyes trained on William.

"Maybe?" The taxi slowed in front of her and she knocked on the cab's window. "Do you have a pen I could borrow?" Beneath a dirty a cap, the man gave her a weird look and impatiently dug around his console for a pen. He handed it to her and rolled his eyes. Zaydee ignored his gesture and quickly stuffed her hand into her pocket and pulled out her concert ticket to scribble her cell phone number on it. "Okay. Call me?" The driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and William took the paper from her.

"I'll think about it," he joked and pulled out his wallet. She was too busy getting into the back of the car to notice until he was too late. "Smile," William handed the driver a fifty dollar bill. "Its nice out."

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XO'Keefe

So, I was laying here...and suddenly, I was just...struck. I opened microsoft word and my fingers started moving on their own and words began to form. I didn't know what the hell I was writing or who it was about or anything, it just came out. I'm rather proud of myself, I wrote and I only stopped once to use the bathroom in less than an hour. What you will find is that there are no names in this and more importantly, there is no dialouge. Just a simple one shot that formed within me. Let me know what you honestly think and if you like it enough, mention it to others.
XO, Zaydee.

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