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Post by sawyer tipper mccarthy on Mar 14, 2011 17:51:14 GMT -5
taking one last hit before carelessly holding the joint as she leaned into the couch, sawyer snickered to herself. she had managed to trash her older brother's house and pull out her stash for a quick hit in record time. the best part was grey was nowhere to be found! letting herself inhale deeply to keep in the smoke, she slowly released a breath as she placed her feet on the table and absentmindedly switch the television channel. sawyer wasn't even registering what she was watching but it had become boring enough to make her pick up the remote and flick to a different show that she'd change once more in a few minutes. bringing the joint to her lips again, sawyer felt the drug taking it's toll on her as she leaned back once more and placed a hand over her eyes. even though she had become pro at this, it didn't mean that the drug was any easier on her. sawyer had been doing this routine since she was sixteen and up until now, she usually smoked in the comfort of her bedroom as she occasionally leaned out the window a few times to hide the distinctive smell from her parents. since the brunette was recently kicked out of her parent's home though, she had no place to turn which was why she was now at grey's place, proudly playing with his spare key she found lodged behind the planter, in the palm of her hand. she had gone as far as raiding his fridge and pulling out random snack items she could find to fulfill the craving the drug left her after she finished off the blunt. brushing her light auburn locks out of her face, sawyer overlooked the creak of the front door opening as she continued to sit there higher than a kite while bringing the blunt to her lips often to take another hit.
greyson mccarthy . finished . nada .here [/center]
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Post by greyson finn mccarthy on Mar 17, 2011 13:32:45 GMT -5
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------- before you read, this thread and post is for sawyer mccarthy. my boy is chilling at his lakehouse and wearing this outfit. guess who made all of this shit you see in this post? me, and i worked too hard on it for someone to take or copy it. if i find it somewhere else, i will fucking kill you and hide your body in a dumpster, got that? on another note, i've got nothing to say, so you get this lovely line.
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------- everything seemed to be caving in on grey lately. and to make matters worse, a group of waitresses at fire and ice decided to get into a fight during their shifts. of course, it was grey who had to put a stop to it all. he was in a bad mood now on top of everything, and the end of his work day couldn't get here faster. as he walked out of his restaurant, the twenty-five year old ran a hand over his face in frustration. all he wanted to do right now was go home and crash into bed, sleeping the remainder of the day away. he just hoped his thoughts wouldn't keep him up like they had been. it never failed that mykayla was always on his mind. and the baby! he never stopped thinking about that. he realized that he was now going to be a dad whether he liked it or not, but there was still a chance that he may lose kay after the way he had acted and was still acting. the talk with kade had changed his perspective on the baby, but now he wasn't sure how to go about telling kay that he loved her and the baby, and wanted them both. so instead of confronting her, he kept away from her as he had been before. after driving the short distance to his lake house, grey cut the engine off in his truck and trekked inside. the second his front door was opened he was met with the unforgettable smell of weed. a sigh escaped his lips along with a roll his his blue eyes. he didn't even need to find out who was in his house ; he knew! it never failed that sawyer would find a way to get into his home and make herself comfortable. he would let her stay for the night and then kick her out the next day as he always did. he had no idea that wouldn't happen, though. "sawyer!" he saw as he rounded the corner into the living room. "what the fuck are you doing here?" |
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