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Matthew Sanders | The Rockstar



For years leather jackets, fast cars, loud angry music, and tattoos represented the iconic bad boy. Matthew Sanders was no exception. He had an in your face sort of confidence that made women’s knees quake and “God Fearing” people’s lips curl. He could of been the poster-child for “Bad Boy.” More so than his friends he had a subtle, smug air of cool confidence that was seldom shaken, and little managed to wedge itself under his skin. And he was content in how he lived his life; and how he was seen. The way men would send him looks of hardly concealed contempt, or women would look at him as if he would devour them, it’d never bothered him. When one peeled back all the glam and appearances he kept up for his fans and music, mot would find him about as dangerous as a kitten.

Today found him and his closely knit group of five at the local beach near his home in Huntington, Matthew enjoying the sun while Zacky and Johnny had beelined for the cool waters seconds after putting their bags down and ripping their shirts off; exposing pale and colorfully inked tattoos. Brian shortly after had disappeared with Jimmy, probably to hit on some poor girls. Large aviators shaded his intoxicating orbs; colored with seas of green and caramel shards. Matthew kept his earbuds in, laying on his back and staring up at the blue expanse of sky, deaf to the shrieking the seagulls. Music leaked softly into his ears, and for a moment he felt at peace. God knows he loved the fans, but sometimes going out in public could be a hassle. One of the main reasons he and his friends frequented this beach. The July air was simmering about him, causing a thin layer of sweat to gleam upon his fair skin.

For about an hour he lay still; just watching the world go on around him. He watched as couples strolled by, easy smiles on their lips and hips brushing. He watched as mother’s chased their children and teenagers saunter about as if they owned the place. Breathing in the salty air, body feeling cramped and stiff the muscular man decided that it would be best to go for a swim. In the water only a few feet away from him Johnny and Zacky were tossing about a football; and standing up brushing off the sensation of sand clinging to him Matthew began jogging towards the water. The first steps were always the worse, and once he actually reached the cooling surf he faltered letting his toes get used to gelid feeling waters. After a few minutes of letting the waves lap against his toes Matthew surged forward as suddenly and as unpredictably as a storm, pushing off from the sand and diving in.

Holding his breath until he felt lightheaded the man swum the rest of the way out to the other two which due to their statures wasn’t very far breaking the surface and greedily gulping down air. ”Well look who decided to grace us with his presence.” Johnny drawled with an exaggerated Southern accent that made Matthew grin; his dimples popping up accordingly. ”At least he’s a better athlete than you Short-shit.” Zacky shot back, a dry humor in his voice. Pouting, making Matthew chuckle he threw his hands up and motioned towards Zacky. ”Throw it. C’mon.” Matthew baited, an impish gleam in his eyes. Beneath the sun his beautifully inked seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow. Complying, his onyx-haired friend hurled the football at Matthew, causing him to flop sideways in order to catch it.

He wasn’t sure how long this went on, and a distorted version of “Keep it away from Johnny” ensued, making the shortest member whine with protest. He hadn’t even noticed as the water began to fill with more and more swimmers. Their careless frolic went pretty much undisturbed until Zacky whipped the ball a little too hard, causing it to overshoot past Matt and bounce off a girl’s head. Shit. Glaring at Zacky, Matthew turned around and began swimming out towards her an apology on his lips. The closer he got however he became increasingly embarrassed. She was beautiful and not your typical Californian beauty. Her face was narrow and angular, lean and seemed to have a healthy glow. Meanwhile platinum hair with dark roots was slick and clinging against her scalp. The girl’s figure was slender, though he was willing to bet she had curves he could lose himself in.

Feeling the heat creep up the back of his neck, Matthew paused, and when he finally reached her offered an apologetic smile; his gaze flickering about as if he wasn’t sure where to rest it. She looked a tad cross, and he didn’t blame her and once again he mentally cursed Zacky for being a dipshit. ”Uh, I think my friend hit you.” Matthew blurted out, his voice dark and rough around the edges, with a smoky tenor that one could simply sink their teeth into. All too acutely he was aware of his image, the big hulking bad boy with the tattoos, and as if in response, lowered his head a little. Clearing his throat, trying to get a hold on his wandering eyes Matthew instead offered his smile. He’d been told by many lovers it was plus. ”I’m Matthew, you can call me Matt, sorry for my friend inability to throw a football.” An impish sort of gleam was in his eyes. Frantically Matt racked his brain for any excuse to talk to this woman. There was something about her soft beauty that made him as nervous as a school boy. Perhaps the bonfire they were having later? It was worth a shot.
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Lyric Bradsgaard | The Model



A lone figure stood quivering in the middle of the empty house; the sound of silence pressing down on her from all sides. About her lay shards of broken plates like rubble from war. It had been another fight, yet another screaming match with her boyfriend. Taking shaky breaths Lyric decided it would be best to not wallow in her own self-pity, but instead clean up the bits of plate so she wouldn’t cut herself. Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top this shitty cake that life had presented her with? As she carefully stepped around the glass, Lyric couldn’t help but let her gaze flicker towards frames on the walls of their house, and god did those frames seem to mock her. How they held the couple’s better days, when things were easy. Before the fights and the miscarriage. Throat thickening she was tempted to smash those as well; but self-control prevented her from doing so. Her thoughts haunted the petite brunette as she snatched the broom from the closet in the hallway. It had been a fucking picture that had started this fight.

It had been sent to her via courtesy of her mother, she had never liked Brian, and it made Lyric cold. She knew that this past year and a half they’d been struggling- he’d often been moody and never home. She wasn’t much better. While Lyric only worked the occasional photo-shoot, she wouldn’t leave a dinner out for him like she used to, and far too often they slept in different beds. When he did deign to talk to her it felt forced. And don’t get her started on the sex. The last time he had truly made love to her was about two months ago; about the last time Brian had told her he loved her. But when she opened her mother’s text of Brian’s arm around another girl at some party his eyes gazing upon this blonde bitch the way he used to her, she was numb. Lyric hadn’t been able to feel a damned thing; but once her mind processed it the hurt came tearing her apart suddenly and all at once. Lyric had turned her damned phone off, cried into her pillow for the love that was surely lost between them. For what he promised would be, and what now was.

And then when she pulled herself together Lyric had waited for him at home, sitting at the table with flushed cheeks and trembling lips. How long she sat there Lyric wasn’t sure, but when the door finally creaked open the brunette could feel fire bathing her blood. He had sweeped in, and gave her a look mixed with trepidation and unease. ”You sitting there long?” That voice that used to make her shiver now left her empty and Lyric clenched her teeth together forcing her voice to remain even. ”Who is she? The girl?” At this shock fled onto his face, momentarily chased off by a righteous look of annoyance and defense. For a moment the stagnant air in the house was roiling with tension. ”Are you kidding? Is your mother sending you pictures again?” Avoidance that made her sneer while anger crept into her veins and standing up she repeated in a softer voice ”Who was she Brian? If you’re sleepin arou-” At this he scoffed incredulously, his wild hazel eyes dancing with some imagined slight.

”Are you kidding?! You’re always doing this. You always accuse me of sleeping around and I don’t know how many fucking times I have to tell you- I’m not him! She hadn’t expected Brian to drag out her ex, and it shocked her into silence for a moment. Feeling her jaw slacken Lyric’s baby blues narrowed with reproach. ”Don’t. Don’t try to avoid the question. Are. You. Sleeping. With her?” She repeated, mockingly and patronizingly as if talking to a child. Flinching as he let out a snarl of frustration, Brian slammed his fist against the wall making her flinch. ”I’m not fucking her! Jesus Christ Lyric!” Brian roared back, his cheeks tinted red with anger. She saw it coming, the way his eyes grew distant and apathetic but when he scoffed ”You know what? I don’t have to fucking deal with this.” And turned around, storming right out that door she was heartbroken. Lyric was furious, and shattered and this relationship was taking it’s toll on the both of them; yet neither could let the other go no matter how toxic. It was on autopilot that Lyric stalked to the cabinet pulling out a couple dishes and hurled them towards the door. ”Fine! Fucking go! I don’t need you anyway!” She screamed, though Lyric knew he was long gone. That was the reason that she was now in the middle of the kitchen, sweeping up the mess she made with tears dripping down her cheeks.

In her frustration she had bent down to pick up a larger piece of plate, though in her carelessness the edges sliced deep into her palm. Crying out, dropping the bloodied shard she bit back a snarl of pain. Great. Just fucking great. Today was not her day. By the time she finally cleaned the plates, Lyric was wiped. Exhausted, and lonely. Why did they keep doing this to each other? The days where they got along were so scarce and few; it felt like a daydream when they did happen. ”I can’t live like this.” She thought, the finality within her frightening. Lyric wasn’t a woman who could live like a paper doll in a big house, alone. In a frenzied desperation to do this before she changed her mind, Lyric all but ran to the stairs, taking them two at a time, turned down the long hallway until she got to their room. It was in pristine condition, thanks mostly to her, and getting onto her hands and knees pulled the suitcase they kept under their bed out.

In a blind rage she stormed to their closet snatching her clothes off of racks. She could go to Josh’s. Brian wouldn’t think to look for her there until she was long gone. She could go back to Nappa Valley. Back home. Her quiet sobs filled the room as she threw her belongings into the suitcase. It wasn’t fair. She would of given anything to make this work with him- but it felt like he just didn’t give a damn about her anymore. She had heard that quiet boy with the smile of a deadman did that. He loved you while it was easy and made you feel like it was never going to end. And when he was done with you, he left you as broken as him. But Lyric hadn’t believed it. Hadn’t wanted to believe it because nights were spent with his sweet whispers of love that rose shivers on her skin.

Nights that she wasn’t sure where she started and he ended- it was intoxicating. She’d lost track of time, though glancing at the clock she realized that two hours had gone by- and she was nearly done. She was packing the last of her underwear when she heard footsteps on the stairwell, and all too soon their door was flung open; Brian looking wild eyed and drunk. Fuck. As pathetic as it was she wanted him to stop her. To hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok. That they hadn’t ever truly addressed what they had lost. A baby. One they both wanted desperately. But he was home now and he wasn’t going to let her just storm out. Blues clashed on oceans of hazel, as stormy and unpredictable as a tornado. Holding her breath she said nothing, instead storming past him to grab the last of her underwear from the wardrobe near him. She was pulling away when she felt his grasp on her wrist, causing her to still and whip around to look at him. ”What?” Lyric snapped, her voice flat and distant.

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It was a beautiful day at the beach and it made Hannah happy to finally have a break from all the stressful college papers and tests. Hannah had been really pushing herself lately and a day at the beach was what she really needed. She laid on her towel with her eyes closed as her friends giggled about the cute guys on the beach. Hannah looked over at them, "They are humans you know. You can talk to them." She said, smiling her perfect white smile. Hannah knew the girls had planned a day for her to get her to finally relax. Hannah couldn't wait to go out that night and spend some time at the clubs. It had been awhile since she got dressed up and danced all night. Hannah heard her friends talking about how they wanted to go swimming. She had never been a huge fan of the ocean, but it seemed mandatory to at least get in once while a person was at the beach. "Fine lets go become shark bait." She said, laughing as she took her sun glasses off. She got up and fixed her black bikini before she walked into the water with them.

Hannah let out a small gasp when she felt something come into contact with her head. She looked behind her, seeing the guys that had been playing football in the water. Hannah watched as the boy in front of her seemed embarrassed about what happened. It was really cute and she couldn't help but smile back at him. Hannah looked at her friend who handed her the football, "It's okay." She said as she offered it back to him. "I'm Hannah, It's nice to meet you Matt." She replied. Hannah felt his fingers touch the tips of hers as he took the ball. She felt like a burst of electricity went off from the contact. Something about him just made her get butterflies in her stomach. She hadn't felt like that in a very long time. Hannah watched as his friends walked up behind him, seeing the shorter one snatch the ball from him. Hannah couldn't think of what to say next and she felt like a complete loser in that moment. Even though she was really pretty she never knew what to say which is why most of her nights considered her apartment and netflix. "So what's interesting to do around here?" Her friend Emily finally said to break the tension. Hannah pushed a strand of hair out of her face and looked away from the incredibly gorgeous man in front of her. Hannah looked back at him as he spoke. She found her eyes focus on his lips as he talked. They seemed almost perfect, everything about him was perfect. Hannah looked at her friend as they talked about some kind of bonfire.

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Brian sat at the bar, staring down at his beer. He couldn't believe how out of hand things had gotten with Lyric without him noticing. It seemed like their relationship was being washed away and he felt like he was drowning. Brian chugged his beer, looking up at the time. He knew it was late and how Lyric hated when he stayed at the bars too long. Brian sighed as he paid the bill, then headed back to their house. He laid his keys on the counter, frowning when he saw a light shining at the top of the stairs. What was she doing still awake at this hour. Brian slowly made his way up the stairs and frowned when he saw her packing. He frantically looking around, trying to think of something, anything to say to make her stay. He grabbed her wrist as she went to walk by him. "Please don't do this Lyric." He said in a broken voice. "Dont leave, I I'll do better." He reasoned with her. He stepped closer to her, "I can't lose you..not like this." He said as he let his hand leave her wrist. "We can get through this i know we can." He whispered. He touched her cheek, "I need you. Baby, i need you okay?" He pleaded as he grabbed her bag and set it next to them on the floor. Brian pulled her into a hug whether she wanted it or not. He rested his chin on top of her head, "We'll be okay. I promise we will make it." He whispered. He kissed the top of her head as he held her close. "Just give me another chance." He said.

Brian slowly stepped back and looked into her eyes, "I don't want anyone else but you." He explained, "You are all that matters to me." He said. He kissed her passionately then pulled away. "Can we just sleep and talk about this in the morning?" He asked. He may have been drunk, but he was falling apart slowly. Ever since they lost the baby he had been hurting, but he tried to hold it in. He knew that Lyric was a wreck when it happened so he tried his best to be there for her. Along the way he lost himself and it seemed they lost each other. Brian searched her eyes, "Please Lyric just lay down with me and we can get some sleep." He said. He could tell she was exhausted and he wanted her to rest.

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Matthew Sanders | The Rockstar



"I'm Hannah, It's nice to meet you Matt." Hannah. Matthew mentally repeated her name, deciding that it fit her well. Her voice was captivating, and he wasn’t aware as his grin widened. As she spoke he was aware of Zacky swimming over, and snatching the football out of his hands. Hoping that he'd swim away he was a little annoyed when Zacky decided to stick around and listen to the conversation. The salty air that smelled of tides and sand was beginning to grate on his senses, but he’d stand in that damned ocean all he had to in order to talk to her. Matt could see the gears turning in her head, thinking of what to say next; and he tried to tell himself that it wasn’t totally adorable the way she asked, almost breathlessly, what there was to do around here. About to answer him, his green-eyed guitarist cut in rather smoothly with ”Well we’re having a bonfire later. You should come. Beer, fire, and ocean. What could go wrong?”

Glancing over at his short friend Matthew wasn’t sure whether to thank him, or smack him. As much as he liked to claim he didn’t have a way with the ladies; there was something about him that chicks found endearing or someshit. Biting back a rattling sigh Matthew turned back to Hannah with a friendly nod. ”That’s one thing to do. Uh, probably won’t be too many people. There’ll be music… And beer.” Matthew tacked on, leaving out the part where Jimmy would probably get shitfaced and make an ass out himself, while Brian cozied up to whomever he pleased. That was just their personalities, and Matthew never took it to heart- but it still wasn’t really a selling point. ”You can bring whoever you want to. Your friends or boyfriend. I mean I just assume you came here with someo-” Hearing Zacky scoff behind him the guitarist added in his voice that wrapped around your ears like dark velvet ”Pretty much feel free to bring whoever.”

As waves lapped against his midriff, Matt suppressed a shiver, the feeling of salt chafing against him beginning to annoy him. ”I’m actually heading out to grab some food. If you wanted to come, you could help me pick some stuff out. And get a chance to see what Huntington has to offer.” Damn his brain. It couldn’t seem to form the words to actually sound like a functioning adult male who had toured countries and cities and had no shortage of lovers. But they had been dull. Listless. And it had been awhile since a woman actually made him nervous. Even from a simple brush of hands when he’d gotten the football back, it was as if he could feel her energy surging about her. But unfortunately for Matthew he felt like an out of depth, awkward, bumbling man child. He didn’t even have to look at Zacky to know that he was smirking, the smug little shit. He also didn’t have to look down at his friend to know that Matthew would probably never live down this horridly awkward encounter.

Truthfully he wouldn’t really be shocked if she didn’t want to go. But there was that damned flicker of hope burning hot in his stomach that she would say yes. That maybe he could get to know Hannah, and that maybe he wasn’t making a complete ass out of himself. Nervously rubbing a large calloused hand against his face Matthew fought back the urge to just snatch the invitation back from the air and stuff back into his lungs. ”The worse she can do is say no. Just be a man and accept it and move on.” He mentally scolded himself, the cries of gulls still hovering over everyone’s head. Around him Matthew could hear lover’s squeals and laughs; the squalls of children fighting and mother’s gossiping. Even as he felt frozen in his sea of bumbling awkwardness; life moved forward. Overhead the dazzling Aegean skies were beginning to darken, and a million shades of purples, oranges, pinks, and yellows were streaking clouds. It was breathtaking and quite possibly his favorite part about Huntington beach.

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Lyric Bradsgaard | The Model



Lyric averted her eyes as he stepped closer to her; desperately trying to ignore the way his voice trembled; or the hurt so tangible Lyric thought she could cut herself on it. ”Please don’t do this Lyric.” Brian whispered and Lyric tried to pull her hand away to no avail. What the hell were they doing this for? Why did he only beg when she was halfway out the door? She could smell the beer in his breath; and his inoffensive scent of cigarettes and that sharp cologne she had loved so much. Their soft bedroom light left her no shadows to hide her face in, nor the tears welling up in her eyes. Her jaw stiffened when Brian’s fingers gently sought out the soft skin there. Again he was whispering pleas for her to just stay. To just reconsider. That he would do better, and magically they would all be ok. Suddenly and all at once he let go of her, and stumbled forward moving the suitcase away from the door, leaving it haphazardly sticking out from beneath the bed. ”We’ll be ok. I promise we will make it.”

Was it Brian or the booze talking? Sometimes it was hard to differentiate. When he had stormed out of here; Lyric was convinced this would be the most reasonable course to take. Like a bad drama movie she loved so much- just leave in the middle of the night. No explanation, just the phantom scent of her perfume clinging to the pillows until he decided to wash her away. Even as she contemplated the idea of leaving; deep down her heart still hurt. To just witness Brian like this; Brian who had been on top of the world and fucking knew it when they’d met, so broken and lost… It tore her to shreds. Eventually her pride began to crumble, bit by bit until it gave him a glimpse of the vulnerable and hurt woman inside. The part that Lyric liked to deny existed. Before she was aware of it, he’d come back to her; lifting her face up and claiming her lips in a manner that made her stomach twist into knots. Despite her anger, and her hurt Lyric returned the kiss for every bit of enthusiasm he showed. She kissed like a bar fight, all hands and teeth, demanding and domineering.

She had missed the feel of his lips on her’s, the way he’d heat her up, how he’d subtly take control- though too soon he was pulling away and the brunette was fighting back unshed tears. Her jaw clenched as she wondered for what seemed like the hundredth time that night- what the fuck were they doing with each other? They’d build each other up with pretty words and soft kisses, only to tear the other apart to see how low they’d fall. If she could of just had their baby, if she hadn’t miscarried then nothing would be like this. Seas of pillow talks and late days spend in bed, touching and mapping out every crevice and blemish of skin would still be spent. And a child. Their baby girl would be here. Lyric’s throat constricted at the thought, and for a moment she was worried she’d have a panic attack. Her exhaustion must of shone through as he pled, in what felt like a last ditch effort since she’d unanswered his other pleas and reasons ”Please Lyric, just lay down with me. We can get some sleep.”

Any protest she had was gone as she was swept into his one-sugar, one-cream coffee colored eyes. Not a smile nor nod was given as she sighed ”Ok. Let’s sleep then.” The relief that bled onto his sharp features almost made her stomach twist with guilt. Almost. Pulling herself away from him the wraith-like woman gently lowered herself onto her bed; onto her side as he flicked the lights off; crawling into bed with her. More than once her friends had suggested they try for another baby; but the thought was too painful to even process. About her the dark pressed in about her as Brian pulled her against his chest, as if to remind her he was still there, and he was still trying.

Minutes trickled by and she could feel his breath, light and fast against the nape of her neck; apparently he was finding sleep evasive that night as well. How long had it been since they shared a bed? A month? Two? She lost count. Lyric was almost unaccustomed to how her body fit into his, and the warmth he radiated. ”Bri-” She whispered, searching for the right words. She loved him? This was fruitless labor? ”This is fucked up. We are fucked up.” She finally settled for, knowing how desolate she sounded.

Hannah watched how flustered it was and it was adorable. She could feel her friends staring when he asked her if she wanted to go with him to get something to eat and get a few things. "Sure. That sounds like fun." She replied. It couldn't hurt for her to go with someone for once. "Let me just get my things okay?" She asked as her hand touched his arm. Hannah walked off and her friends followed her. Don't you think you shouldn't go with a man you just met? What are we suppose to do while you're goin? She heard her friends asking. Hannah slipped on a pair of jean shorts and looked at them. "You guys told me to have fun and that's what I'm doing. Just hang out with his friends and i will meet you guys at the party." She said as she put her sunglasses on her head. She handed them her beach stuff, "Here please take these with you." She told them. Hannah grabbed her flip flop then turned to see him walking towards them.

God how as it that he was so nervous? She had never seen anyone more amazing in her life. The way his muscles flexed with each movement or the way his tattoos seemed to wrap around his body like a beautiful picture. Hannah smiled as he got close, "I'm ready." She said. She waved to her friends as they walked away. "So where exactly do we have to go?" She asked him, looking up at him. He seemed to nice even though he came off as the rugged type. Hannah looked at the sky as she watched it changing into those beautiful colors. It was truly amazing and she was glad she got to experience it.

Once they arrived at his vehicle she climbed inside, feeling the warm leather against her skin. It was a really nice car and very clean. Hannah looked over at him as he got in, "Where is the bonfire you are having tonight?" She asked him as she ran her fingers through her hair. She felt like she was doing a lot of talking so she stopped asking questions after that. "Sorry i'm talking way too much." She said as she looked down at her hands. She had a habit of doing that. It was often what happens when a person grows up in a high class home focused on education.

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Brian was relieved when she climbed into the bed. He pulled the shirt off that clung to his body, then he stripped out of his jeans. Brian climbed into bed with her, wrapping his arm around her. He pulled her close and kissed her shoulder before he fell asleep. He didn't hear what she said, but he held her as close to his body as he could. The alcohol had managed to keep him from staying up and thinking about all of the troubles they had.

When the sun finally came up the next morning, Brian woke up with a slight headache. He pulled away from Lyric, looking up at the ceiling. He frowned when his phone went up, answering it, "Hello?" He muttered in a gruff voice. "Yea...Yea man i will come in. Give me like twenty minutes." He said into the phone as he scratched his chest. He hung up and sat up, looking down at the floor for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked back at Lyric and ran his hand over her side. "Hey i gotta go into the studio today. Zacky needs my help with something." He said. He crawled over to her and kissed her cheek, smiling. "maybe we can like go somewhere tonight. Why don't you pick a restaurant of your choice and we will go." He said with a smirk. He ran his hand down her side, resting it on her ass. "I won't be long." He whispered.

Brian got up and got dressed for the day. He fixed his hair, then headed out of the house. Before he knew it he was sitting at the record studio trying to help Zacky figure out the next guitar riff. Brian frowned when he saw it was getting late, "Dude i gotta go." He said. He frowned when Zacky begged him to stay. Brian thought about it and how he had promised Lyric, "I told Lyric that i'd take her out." He said as he started to put his stuff away.

Brian rushed back to the house and shot the the door, seeing Lyric all dressed up, looking pissed off. "Baby i'm sorry things took forever down there. Just give me a few minutes and i will get ready." He said as he walked over to her. He took her hands and kissed her knuckles. "You look beautiful." He said, smiling at her as he looked up from her hands. "I will be back." He said as he dropped her hands. He jogged up stairs and put on a pair of black pants and a black button up. Brian slipped on a tie to match her dress then put his shoes on. If he knew Lyric they would be going to some French restaurant. Brian rushed downstairs and looked at her, "You ready?" He asked as he grabbed his keys.

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Matthew Sanders | The Rockstar



Matthew tried not to look incredibly pleased with himself as she somehow, by some miracle agreed to go out to grab some supplies for the bonfire later. It wasn’t much maybe just a couple six pack’s and some stuff for smores. Those were always a hit no matter how old people were. Glancing over at Zacky, raising a thick eyebrow he grumbled ”I’ll be back later. Pick out a spot.” With that he began to splash his way back towards shore, not too far from Hannah. ”Let me just get my things okay?” Glancing over as she brushed her fingers against his arm Matt nodded, shading his hazel orbs. ”Yeah no problem. We’re set up over there.” Pointing towards their towels and chairs he tried not to sound too thrilled. Once he was on solid ground the warm air immediately began wrapping around him; heating his cooled skin. The slow shivers receded by the time he reached their place; Jimmy propped up on his elbows like a school girl. ”Look at our little Mattie. All grown up and going on a date.” Jimmy sniffled, wiping away fake tears.

Mortification burned in Matt’s veins and glancing around to make sure Hannah didn’t hear that he shot back a little too quickly ”It’s not a date. We’re just hanging out and getting stuff for your bonfire tonight.” Waggling his eyebrows his onyx-haired friend just grinned wolfishly. ”Alright killer, easy. Don’t forget-” Sighing impatiently cutting him off Matthew grumbled ”Smores. I know.” Nodding Jimmy laid back down, closing his eyes as if to nap. Matt hoped that fucker got a sunburn. Pulling on his shirt, grabbing his wallet and keys Matthew glanced over as Hannah announced she was ready. She chattered as they walked towards the car, and a small smile that flushed his dimples out graced his lips. ”So where exactly do we have to go?” Hannah asked as she hoisted herself into the black SUV. Following suit, sliding behind the driver’s seat he spoke in a almost unfittingly gentle tone ”Well we’re just going to the convenience store to pick up booze. And some snacks. Brian said he’d handle getting wood so that’s not really our problem.”’ Easily he guided the car out of the parking lot, heading towards California’s congested streets.

Normally he hated driving, and all the fucking traffic; but it gave him a chance to listen to Hannah. To get to know her better just as he wanted. When he could he’d glance towards her as she talked, feeling like he was drowning in the most pleasant manner in those steely blues. Finally she asked, ”So where is this bonfire you’re having?” There was a short pause as it looked like she wanted to say something else; and finally she burst out ”Sorry I talk so much.” It was kind of cute the subtle blush on her cheeks and glancing back towards the road Matt chuckled a little. ”Well, we were thinking of just having it on the beach. Jimmy’s idea, and it gets pretty empty at night.” If they were lucky someone would set off fireworks. ”You’re not talking too much.” It was a solid statement that left little room for her to wriggle with. ”Besides, I’m told I’m a man of few words. We even out.”

Without looking away from the road his fingers sought out the radio, flipping it on tapping his fingers against the wheel in rhythm to softly playing, yet rather heavy rock and roll. He hated silences, and he felt that music was the best solution to solve that. ”Are you from California?” He asked suddenly, shooting a glance towards his passenger. Maybe it was a stupid, small question; but since his mind felt foggy from just trying to hold onto his cool, it was the best Matthew could do at the moment. Inch by inch they crawled along the road, ”Fucking rush hour.” Matt thought, a subtle scowl staining his smile. By this rate it was going to take them an hour to get to the market. As she talked about her life, and where she was from Matthew listened with an easygoing expression. God they were from two different worlds it would appear. And it didn’t help that his brain had decided to start crushing on her like a pubescent teen boy.

Finally, about thirty minutes later they were pulling into a shoddy looking convenience store. It was where Matthew and the boys usually went to get their things, and giving Hannah a reassuring smile he gestured with a, ”Don’t worry. It looks like a dump but they’re prices are pretty low.” Not many knew the frugal side of Matthew Sanders. Opening the door for Hannah to walk in, feeling a bit like a gentleman and hopefully that was a good fucking impression . The store inside wasn’t much better looking. The floors seemed grimy and the fluorescent lights in decrepit state. But at the counter the kind family that ran the place smiled eagerly greeting Matthew, and ok maybe he and his friends came here more often than he let on to. Politely nodding he went straight to their coolers, pulling out two twelve packs of Budwiser figuring that would keep Brian and the other boys off his ass tonight. With ease he hefted them up, glancing around for Hannah ”Mind finding some stuff to makes smores. Jimmy’s request.”

The buzzing of the overhead lights was starting to get obnoxious, and hurrying towards the counter set the boxes down on the counter. ”Here.” Murmuring almost to himself Matthew racked his brain of things to say to Hannah. Asking her what she wanted to eat was probably a start. Last thing he wanted to do was buy her boardwalk food only to find she hated fish. Matthew didn’t normally like sea-food, but a nice fried plate of fish and chips always hit the spot for him. Outside the sun was sinking rapidly and Matthew knew that it would be dark soon; and thankfully rush hour would also be over soon. As Hannah came up behind him setting the items he requested down, Matt hurriedly paid grabbed the beers and headed towards the door.

Carefully pushing it open with his foot the short-haired brunette set the boxes down next to the car. Digging his hands into his pockets and fishing his keys out and opening the trunk. ”You can just throw all that shit in the trunk. And before I drag you to some place to eat that you hate and I make an ass of myself; what are you in the mood for? I can pretty much do anything but Indian.” There was light humor in his voice, an indicator that he was feeling far more comfortable with Hannah than he’d first had. While he wasn’t the most sensational conversationalist, Matthew was clearly more relaxed and at ease than he had been when Zacky tossed a ball upside her head.

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Lyric Bradsgaard | The Model



She had found sleep to be difficult, and evasive; mostly counting sheep that night. Every so often she’d twist around to watch Brian sleeping, to see that anger and uncertainty just bleed out of his face. Like this he looked peaceful, like the man she’d fallen so deeply in love with. She was Alice and he was the Mad Hatter, their relationship lost in Wonderland somewhere. She didn’t remember drifting off to sleep, but the next thing she was aware of was Brian gently shaking her. A soft, breathy moan of protest left her lips as he began to get up, something about Zacky needing him to go in. It was his job and as tempted as she was to convince him to stay just a little longer she glanced up at him; bleary eyed and dazed. ”Maybe we can like, go somewhere nice tonight. Why don’t you pick a restaurant of your choice and we’ll go.” Brian suggested as he hurriedly pulled jeans on, and a faded tee. ”Mmm. Sounds nice.” He was trying and Lyric had to put in effort as well.

She shivered with a half-alert lust when he ran his hand down her side, resting it on her ass. ”I won’t be long.” He promised and with a gentle kiss to her temple he was gone. The bedsheets where he’d lain were growing cold and with a whine of protest she nestled herself back up in the comforters, relieved that she didn’t have any photo-shoots planned. She’d drifted off again soon after Brian left, though awoke around two; stumbling towards the shower. Shedding off her clothes she turned the water on, not having to wait very long until it got hot and stepping in she felt the tension relieving itself under the steaming stream of water. She was halfway done with washing off, soap clinging to her when she recalled Brian’s offer to go out on an actual date. It had been awhile, maybe a couple months since they’d done anything, let alone an actual date.

As much as she tried to caution herself against it, Lyric was excited. Perhaps he had meant it last night, that he’d do better and that they were really going to get better. For the first time in a long she didn’t feel so hopeless, so dependent on her medication to feel ok. After her shower Lyric forwent clothing, instead wrapping a towel around herself and heading to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup. He had said he’d be back soon and Lyric didn’t want to keep them waiting. Since he let her pick, Lyric decided that a French restaurant would be nice; it wasn’t like he hated French food and she loved it. She also loved the wine but that was besides the point. When her makeup was applied, something that bordered on natural, and her hair was twisted up into an elegant bun the slender woman sauntered towards their closet, pausing when she noticed her clothes weren’t in there.

Right. Last night. With a sigh she got on her hands and knees, pulling out the suitcase. Thankful she had packed the underwear and bras at the top and throwing on a matching lacy pair of dark red lingerie Lyric picked out a matching red dress. It clung to her like a second skin, emphasising her curves and Lyric was excited to go. By the time she finished it was about four, and there was still no sign of Brian. Waving it off the woman decided to entertain herself, figuring that he would be back within the hour. Laying on their bed she turned their TV on, flipping it to Netflix. ”Could probably squeeze in an episode or two of Parks and Rec.” The brunette decided, reclining against their pillows. When she was well into the third episode, she began to get antsy. She’d check her phone every so often to find that she had no texts or missed calls.

Hadn’t he said he’d be back soon? Then where was he? And god why did she get all dressed up. Feeling like a ditchable prom date by the time eight rolled around, the skies outside dark and black as her mood Lyric turned off the TV and let herself into their kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine. As she sat down at the table, her posture tense and stiff. The Aegean gaze would flicker towards the floor where she’d smashed the plates last night; and that same sense of anger was beginning to wash over her. Why did she think he could change? How often had they done this exact song and dance? Halfway through her glass of wine the door barged open; revealing Brian. Lyric didn’t even try to hide her anger as he rushed over towards her, already explaining himself. Baby i'm sorry things took forever down there. Just give me a few minutes and i will get ready."

Before she could remark how nice it was of him to show up Brian cupped her hands; pressing the knuckles against his lips in a surprisingly sweet gesture. ”You look beautiful.” He breathed, before promising to be back after he was ready. Glancing down at her half-finished glass of wine Lyric tossed her head back, downing the last of it. She knew her hair looked a little messier than when she had first done it; but tough shit. If he had been here earlier than it would of still looked nice. She was so lost in thought that the woman flinched with surprise when she heard his dark and pleasurable voice ”You ready?” Smiling though it was a tad chilly she replied under her breath ”Been ready for about four hours.” After brushing past him out to the garage. Letting herself into the passenger seat, flipping the mirror down to check her makeup Lyric cast Brian a glance as he got in, and sighing mumbled ”Let’s just go to the place down the street. It’s nice and it probably won’t be crowded since it’s almost closing time for them.” She could hear the subtle sarcasm in her voice, though tried to flash him a halfhearted smile. Maybe this night could still be salvageable.

Hannah looked over at him when he asked if she was from California. She shook her head, "I actually grew up in New York." She said, "I moved out her to go to college." She said. She didn't throw in the fact that it was also away to get away from her over bearing parents. She looked at him, seeing that the traffic was upsetting him. It was a typical response to rush hour though. She looked up when he asked what she was going to school with. "Well after this semester I will have my degree in microbiology." She explained with a small shrug. Hannah looked at the store they pulled up to.

Hannah walked inside with him and looked at the person behind the counter who said hi to Matt. She went to the cooler with him, "sure." She replied when he said for her to get smore things. She got the stuff then stopped at the shelf with Jack Daniels on it. Hannah bit her bottom lip lightly before she grabbed the bottle. She walked up to the counter, setting his things up there. She set the bottle on the counter and looked up at him. "Hope you don't mind." She said smiling. Hannah was glad when he agreed to buy it. Though if he would have said no she would have gotten it herself.

Hannah walked outside with him and put the things in the backseat. She looked at him once they got back in the car, "thank for inviting me tonight." She said to him. He seemed a lot more relaxed now and he still had that adorable charm.
Hannah smiled, "anything is Fine with me." She said. She really wasn't a picky eater. She walked into the restaurant with him and looked around. She sat down, looking at the menu. It was pricey and it made her nervous. "This place is a little expensive are you sure about this?" She asked him. When he nodded she went ahead and ordered. She finished her food after awhile and when they left she looked at him, "That food was great. Thanks for lunch." She said as she watched him.

She got in the car and leaned back against her seat as he drove to the beach. She got out and helped him carry the stuff to the fire Jimmy and Zacky had started. Hannah set the stuff down then looked at her friends. "do you need help with anything?" She asked Matt as she looked up at him, pushing the strand of hair out of her face.

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Brian frowned at the cold shoulder he got from her, "I'm sorry about this Lyric." He said. He pulled into the parking lot, knowing it wasn't what she wanted. He hands held the steering wheel as they sat in the parking lot. "What's happening to us?" He whispered, defeated. He got out of the car after killing the engine, not giving her a chance to answer. Brian walked inside with her and got them a table. Brian sat with her looking over the menu. He watched as the waiter brought the wine. Brian looked at Lyric, seeing she was so pissed at him.

He knew they would probably resort back to their separate rooms again. He hate sleeping alone, knowing that she was down the hallway. Brian decided on something to eat then put his menu down. Brian looked over as the waiter walked back over, letting Lyric order first. "Just steak and the mashed potatoes please." He said as he handed the man the menu. He looked at Lyric, "baby I'm sorry it took so long today." He explained finally. He hated when she acted so mad at him.

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Matthew Sanders | The Beast


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It had been a pretty great way to begin the evening. Matthew didn’t want to scare her off; but also kind of wanted to impress Hannah. So it had been down to the boardwalk for some fish and chips; even though most people pinned him for a burger and fries kind a guy. As much as he liked listening to Hannah talk, Matt began to realize that they didn’t have all that much in common. Where he liked metal she liked sugary, poppy tunes. Where he preferred black, Hannah preferred pastels and patterns. While Matthew had gotten out to see the world, she stayed in school. Not mention she was smart as shit. A degree in microbiology? Matt wasn’t even sure he knew what that meant. If there were ever two people so different; it would be them. She was your All-American sweetheart, while Matthew was a rebel. A social anomaly, an outcast that should be flipping burgers, but by some miracle had scratched and clawed his way to the top.

Granted he left out just how successful he and his bandmates were; that would be a story for another time. By the time they pulled back to the beach parking lot, she had him laughing at a childhood memory she’d rehashed for him. Cutting the engine and throwing her a grin that was filled with a more daring, impish, charm than beforehand he gestured to the back. ”I’m gonna grab all our stuff. They should be in the same spot we left them. That is if Brian and Zacky haven’t chased your friends off.” Chuckling to himself at the thought, running a large hand through his short, fuzzy hair. As she grabbed the lighter things, she and Matthew made their way down towards the spot that Jimmy had sworn to be at when they left. Once or twice, being the lithe and graceful being of light he was; Matthew nearly face planted a few times, his eyes still adjusting to the gloom of the night that had fast befallen them. Normally he would of been embarrassed; but Matthew just figured the best thing to do was pretend it didn’t even happen. Pretty easily they found, rather heard, his friends through the darkness along with unfamiliar voices probably Hannah’s friends. ”We’re back.” Matt called, setting the beer down near the circle of logs that Zacky and Jimmy must of scourged; while Brian leaned over a dark fire circle. Complete with a circle of rocks.

Matt probably didn’t want to know where they found them. Instead he hunkered down onto a log, watching with a smug grin. Brian was muttering obscenities under his lighter refused to catch the logs. Do you need help with anything?” Hannah’s soft voice, musical and enchanting caught his attention and glancing over he replied rather wickedly ”Nah. Let Brian struggle with something for once.” His stomach was full and he felt a little sluggish, around the them that salty tenor returned to the air, burning his lungs. As Matthew stole a glance at her, he couldn’t help but how odd he and Hannah looked together. Like a true Beauty and the Beast come to life, and he sure as hell wasn’t beauty. How she wasn’t scared of him, like her friends seemed to be whispering under their breaths if Matt had hurt Hannah like he wasn’t sitting two feet away and could hear them.

Lyric Bradsgaard | The Model


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The only thing in the car keeping the silence from deafening was the soft music leaking from the radio. "I'm sorry about this Lyric." Brian suddenly spoke and shifting her gaze towards him, she shrugged. "Shit happens." Trying to appear nonchalant about his tardiness she could tell he wasn't buying it. Gazing out the window as streets rolled by her thoughts were tugged towards the past once again. Late nights spent staggering on the beach drunk, days spent exploring California, and weekends in Nappa Valley. Nights spent tangled in each other, and Brian's penchant for talk so sweet Lyric could fall apart. Feeling frustration thicken her throat she was surprised when the car came to a stop, though relaxed when she realized they were at the restaurant.

For a moment he lingered in his seat; Lyric stilling as she was about to unbuckle herself. "What's happening to us?" Clenching her jaws she tried to find an answer. To stop that hurt in his voice that made her sick. Before she could come up with the words to make everything better, he was getting out shutting the car door, coming around to open her's. A dizzying mixture of guilt and anger caused a pit in her stomach, and Lyric hoped she didn't appear as angry as she felt. True to her prediction the place was near empty, a few elderly couples sitting around and enjoying the last of their meals. To the waitress's credit she didn't glare nor give them snark when they walked in; her gaze simply sweeping over them in a sort of bewildered manner. "Right this way please." She directed, sweeping up a couple menus on the way. The pair was led to a small table near the window, and after ordering some wine left to order their meals. She wasn't too hungry, perhaps more in the mood for wine and letting her gaze flicker over the menu Lyric was acutely aware of Brian's oaken gaze resting on her.

Saying nothing, sure that whatever she could say would be taken the wrong way, she decided on a simple ceaser salad. As the waitress came back with the wine, a glass was poured for Lyric as she began with Brian, asking what he'd like. Steak and mashed potatoes, not a surprising choice for her dark-eyed rockstar. "And you miss?" Giving a tepid smile she held her menu out to be collected. "The ceaser salad. Thank you." With a nod the wraith-like waitress was scurrying off back towards the kitchen. Probably to try to finish their orders as soon as possible; a plus of coming near closing time. A thick silence had fallen over Lyric and Brian, and she didn't think he'd break it. A few minutes trickled by until Brian heaved off a bone-rattling sigh of remorse. "Baby, I'm sorry it took so long today."

Nearly choking on her wine with surprise Lyric took a moment to collect herself and calmly put down the glass, giving him an even, unreadable stare. She wanted to be angry with him. To push him away and let her see what a fuck-up she was. But Lyric was selfish. She was tired of their fights and maybe just for tonight wanted to hold him close to her so his sure heartbeat would fill her ears. "Brian I'm not-" Pausing, trying to figure out what exactly she wasn't Lyric just continued in a broken tone, "Look, I know how hard it's been since we... Since we lost the baby. And I know what a toll it's taken on you and me and how hard you are trying now. I'm not mad at you. I'm disappointed. I'm fed up with everything. Of the shit cards we got dealt, and fact that we can't seem to be in a room together for more than an hour." Watching as his dark eyes went on the defensive she tacked on for good measures "When I was doing more work I know. There are long hours. I understand that because you do what you do, we have a roof and a nice, cushy life. Sometimes I just wish you weren't always gone. I wish we could enjoy that house together. But then again, you've always known that." Listening as he spoke, she glanced around making sure to keep her voice low. "No matter what happens between us, or how toxic and messed up it is, I will always love you. Just maybe not the way you always want me to."

Maybe she was a little drunk. And maybe that was lowering her filters. But God knows these days it was beginning to feel like their words had a permanent ring to them. And Lyric... Well as for her she was tired. Exhausted really of all this fighting. She was too fixated to move forward, but too stuck in the past to say goodbye. Not that she wanted to. At least, Lyric didn't think so. Her skin felt a little flush and there was a light headed sensation floating about in her brain yeah she was certainly buzzed. Perhaps next time she'd lay off the wine until they actually got to the restaurant. When their food came out, his steaming and the most enticing aroma floating from it; her mouth literally watered. Her own salad looked grand, leafy greens and steaming chicken with sprinkled cheese... It was one of her favorite dinners.

As it was set down with a side of bleu cheese dressing as asked for, Lyric wasted no time in thanking the young waitress and picking up a fork to mix all the ingredients together. Taking a small bite, there was no need to stuff her face, her eyebrows scrunching together with approval. This place may not of been her first choice; but it was damned good. Perhaps it wasn’t entirely terrible that Brian had been late.

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OOC: Gaah! So sorry this took so long. My boyfriend and I had to go to his psychiatrist appointment and afterwards we fell asleep >.<

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Hannah smiled at him when he mentioned Brian doing something, "Seems he's having a lot more trouble with the fire than he should be having." She said as she looked up at Matt. He was so much taller than her and his body was clearly stronger than hers. Something about him made her want him more than anything though. The way he had the don't fuck with me attitude, but yet he could be the sweetest guy ever. Hannah bit her bottom lip lightly as she looked at his friends. She couldn't wait to start drinking with them and get to know them.

About an hour later everyone was drinking and laughing. Hannah looked at Matt as he talked and smiled at him. She looked over as their friends talked then looked at him. "Wanna go for a walk?" She asked him softly. She smiled when he agreed then stood up and walked with him. Hannah walked down the beach with him, holding her drink. "So what is it that you do for a job?" She asked, looking up at him. She relaxed as the water ran over her feet. She looked at her drink then took a sip of it. She was feeling pretty dizzy from the alcohol, but she was still in her right mind. "You really are a lot of fun Matt." She said to him.

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Brian frowned as she brought of the baby and looked away for a moment. It was not something he wanted to dwell on. They had spent months preparing the room for the baby, but things didn't work out. For months after that the nursery slowly ate at him until he got drunk and destroyed it. Brian looked back at her, "I love you and that is never going to change." He said. Brian had always loved her and he always would. He couldn't imagine life without her in it.

"Maybe you should go back to work more Lyric." He suggested. It seemed she was sitting in the house letting things start to bother her. Brian smiled at her, "It would be great for you." He said as he took her hands. "Plus i love seeing pictures of you." He said. Brian pulled away when their food came around. He began to eat and smiled at him. Brian finished his food after Lyric then paid the bill. "You ready baby?" He asked as he got up and offered her his hand. He walked out with her then helped her into the car. He got into the car and headed back to the house. "We will figure this out." He said as he pulled into the driveway. He walked into the house with her and set his things down.

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Matt Sanders | The Rockstar


As she asked if he wanted to go for a walk with her, Hannah already climbing to his feet Matt nodded eagerly; the darkness hiding his lopsided grin. While she opted to take her drink, Matt left his. He wasn’t really in a mood to drink as he had a beautiful woman to keep company. ”Good thing you had the fuckin’ balls to talk to her Sanders” He mentally congratulated himself as his feet sunk into the warm sand. The sand was less irritable than before, now that it wasn’t on fucking fire. He didn’t miss Zacky’s catcall as the two walked away. Thankfully the dark also covered his ears turning bright red. That fucker. He was mentally listing off the ways to hide Zacky’s body when he noted Hannah talking to him, asking what he did for a job. Oh. That was a tough one. It wasn’t that Matthew disliked his job- it was more like he was worried once people found out they’d really only like him for his cash.

”I’m just in a small band.” The lie rolled off his tongue quicker than his brain could stop it. Oh well it wasn’t like she’d know that it was a lie… Until later anyway. Once or twice she stumbled along the way, though steadied herself before Matt had to intervene. Also her words were fluid and cohesive. She wasn’t drunk, probably slightly buzzed at best. Around him the beach was absolutely deserted, his favorite time of day. The two had fallen into a stretch of silence; the kind that made you proud that you didn’t need words to fill up the air. ”You really are a lot of fun Matt.” Hannah suddenly piped up; and a self-satisfied grin bled onto his lips. Shit, his awkward pubescent behavior, as horrifying as it’d been for him, appeared to make a good impression on her. ”Not so bad yourself Short stuff.” He remarked, voice gruff with amusement. Chuckling as her delicate looking hands playfully smacked his chest he added, ”Well I mean as for fun I dunno. I wasn’t the one who got into a creepy guy’s car to get booze and food.”

Matthew had always adored women who could laugh and poke fun at themselves and others; and it was truly gratifying to notice through the gloom how her eyes lit up with banter. ”So, what about you Hannah? Microbiology right? What is that? Sounds a lot more complicated than singing.” Quirking his eyebrows, though doubting she could see it Matt jumped slightly as a large clump of seaweed washed over his foot. Sucking his breath in, jerking his foot away he held back a shudder. He hated the sensation of seaweed, partially why swimming in the ocean wasn’t his favorite thing to do around here. A weak, watery sliver of moonlight fell upon the pair from behind clouds, causing the ocean to gleam dully with a silvery light. That omnipresent scent of salt and low tide was still in the air, though his nose wasn’t registering it quite as strongly as before.

Lyric Bradsgaard | The Lovers


Lyric’s head jerked up at Brian’s comment about work. ”Right, I’ve been meaning to mention that. I’ve been offered a small role in a movie. It’s being shot in Boston so I’ll be gone for like a month. It’s coming up. Waiting for Donna to get back to me on the official dates they’ll need me.” It had totally slipped her mind. It looked like a great movie, and she really only had a small role but she was still excited. After her music video a couple years ago, Lyric seemed to be getting a little more notoriety. It was nice it felt like her work was paying off. The shock on his face was evident, and she wasn’t sure if it was entirely great shock or not. I mean sure Lyric knew that he was probably proud. But then the house would be completely empty.

Maybe it would be good for them. Space under the guise of work. It would give her a little time to work her own things out; and for Brian to work on things as well. Nodding as he paid the bill, she was quiet as they headed to the car. They hadn’t planned anything to be this way; and as she slid into the passenger seat she forced her mind to remain in the present. Every so often she’d sneak glances at him out of the corner of her eyes; and even if it was forced he looked more at peace than he had in awhile. By the time they pulled into the driveway her mocha-haired boyfriend was quick to hop out of the car and open her door for Lyric. Just like old times. Offering a smile as she got out, Lyric leaned over brushing her lips over his cheek. She could tell it took him by surprise and walking into their home she set her things down on the counter, glancing around as Brian rumbled from behind her ”We will figure this out.”

God Lyric hoped so. She had never felt as happy as she had by Brian- but she’d never felt as depressed as she did with him either. They were people who lived in extremes and did not deal with black and white. They fought hard and loved harder. A weary smile turned up the edges of her rubied lips. He was right, they had never really talked about the miscarriage- just dealt with it in their own ways. They had let their hurt fester and infect the rest of the relationship, and Lyric inwardly knew they would have to come to terms with what was lost. And it wasn’t going to be easy. Lyric could hardly see a child and not feel like crying. Brian got tense whenever it was brought up. And her friends, even the ones with children, couldn’t understand. ”You guys should just try again.” Lyric had been told time, and time again.

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OOC: Oh my god so sorry I haven't been able to really update. I've been petsitting and it's been a little crazy; I've only gotten to a couple of my roleplays today >.<

Hannah laughed when he mentioned getting into his car, "I weighed my options. Getting awful sunburn and eaten by sharks or getting in the cute guys jeep." She said with a shrug. She looked down at the water that washed over her feet, pushing her hair behind her ear. She looked up at him when he mentioned Microbiology, "Its basically studying microorganisms and finding cures for diseases." She said. She smiled at him, "And the occasionally tinkering in making new ones." She said. Hannah finished her drink then carried her empty cup in her hand. "Although i'm sure what you do is more interesting. You know people constantly cheering for you, partying, and groupies." Shes said, giggling.

Hannah suddenly wondered about the girls he might have been with. She shook the thought from her head and looked up at the sky, "It's so pretty out here." She said as she looked back at him. "Don't you think?" She asked. Hannah walked with him til they got to some rocks then climbed up and sat on them. She watched as he sat next to her, looking out over the ocean. Hannah looked over at Matt, "I had a lot of fun today. More than i usually have so you are good at your job." She teased.

Hannah stared at him, watching him for a moment. Everything about him made her getting a tingle through her body. Hannah grabbed his hand and ran her fingers up his arm, "So do your tattoos have meaning?" She asked as her fingers ghosted his skin. Hannah listened to him talk and as he ended the sentence she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Hannah kissed him, letting her hand rest on the rock as she relaxed against him. His lips tasted a little like booze, but it was a nice taste. They were also a lot softer then they thought they would be.

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Brian looked at her, after putting his things away. "I'm really proud of you Lyric. You're gonna do great in that movie." He said as he walked over to her. He ran his fingers through her hair. "And once we both get back home maybe we can take a small vacation." He said as he kissed her. "Just promise me that we will still video chat like we always have?" He asked. Brian was worried that the time apart would either make or break their relationship.

Brian smiled as he kissed her again, "Come on let's get some sleep." He said. HE walked upstairs with her and stripped out of his clothes. Brian took a quick shower and sighed as the warm water hit his back. He looked down as the water drained out of the shower. He was worried that Lyric would find someone else. Someone who would see how wonderful she was. Til now Brian felt like he was the only one who saw how amazing she really was, but now everyone would know. Not that they didn't before, but it scared him now.

Brian got out of the shower, pulling on a pair of boxers. He climbed into the bed with her and smirked, "I love you." He said as he laid down, looking at her. Brian rested his hand on her side, "I'm sorry things haven't been what you wanted them to be lately. Things will be okay though." He said as he leaned in and kissed her. He pulled her close and smiled.

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Matt Sanders | The Rockstar


As the waves crashed against the shore, forever eroding the delicate bits of rock, Matthew glanced down at her with a guwaff of amusement. It had been a long time since he laughed like that. As she began talking about groupies he almost physically winced. That was probably the hardest part about getting into a relationship. His girlfriends were usually suspicious about the infamous groupies. That was more Brian or Johnny’s scene. ”I’m not much into that.” He admitted sheepishly. He didn’t particularly care for women who flocked to him simply because of his social status and lifestyle. That wasn’t to say he’d never… Partaken in trysts with lovers; he just prefered to meet them elsewhere than venues. Relieved when she switched the subject.

Lapsing into silence again his eyes scoured over the stars and waves; maybe when he retired he’d get one of those houseboats. He always did like the ocean at night. When she asked what he thought about the view, he glanced down at her and feeling a little bolder than before grinned before agreeing ”Beautiful.” However, he didn’t let his eyes stray from her face, and hopefully she would understand he wasn’t just talking about the view. Her silvery hair glittered beneath the starlight, and Matthew wondered if it was as soft as it looked. When her hands gripped his arm with a surprising strength, examining his tattoos he fought back a bit of a squirm. It wasn’t that her touch displeased him- but Matthew was the slightest bit ticklish.

He could see the question in her eyes before she spoke, and it was with a smile he gently picked her hand up, brushing it against each tattoo he explained. Some were stories, some were just there because he’d liked them. No sooner had he finished did she stretch up, gently connecting their lips. His brain froze for a moment before he responded, gently pushing forward, resting his hands on her slender hips. Maybe it shouldn’t of been surprising when he took control, gently biting her lip to make her gasp, taking the opportunity to explore her mouth. Pulling away a few moments later totally not feeling giddy because that just wasn’t in his vocabulary He was tempted to start up banter with her again, but instead leaned forward placing a kiss against her forehead. ”Let me take you out on a real date. Please?”

He didn’t want this to just be casual. Matthew felt a real connection there; something he wanted to explore with her. Maybe open up, let her in. Hannah didn’t seem like the type to only like him for material things. He knew that soon Zacky or one of her friends would come looking for them; and Matt was really not looking forward to that. Offering her hand he cleared his throat ”Come on, let’s get back before one of them fall in the fire or something.”

Brian looked at her, after putting his things away. "I'm really proud of you Lyric. You're gonna do great in that movie." He said as he walked over to her. He ran his fingers through her hair. "And once we both get back home maybe we can take a small vacation." He said as he kissed her. "Just promise me that we will still video chat like we always have?" He asked. Brian was worried that the time apart would either make or break their relationship.

Brian smiled as he kissed her again, "Come on let's get some sleep." He said. He walked upstairs with her and stripped out of his clothes. Brian took a quick shower and sighed as the warm water hit his back. He looked down as the water drained out of the shower. He was worried that Lyric would find someone else. Someone who would see how wonderful she was. Til now Brian felt like he was the only one who saw how amazing she really was, but now everyone would know. Not that they didn't before, but it scared him now.

Brian got out of the shower, pulling on a pair of boxers. He climbed into the bed with her and smirked, "I love you." He said as he laid down, looking at her. Brian rested his hand on her side, "I'm sorry things haven't been what you wanted them to be lately. Things will be okay though." He said as he leaned in and kissed her. He pulled her close and smiled.

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Lyric Bradsgaard | The Lovers


”I’ll video chat you so much you’ll get annoyed with me.” Lyric promised, a tinge of humor in her voice. Maybe they were finally ready to move on, to turn over that leaf of the miscarriage and start settling down. Perhaps they were near the end of the grieving process, ready to just purge themselves of this hurt. Following him upstairs to the bedroom, Lyric sluggishly pulled off her dress, tossing it into their hamper and taking out the many bobby pins that held her hair up. Sighing with relief as it tumbled over her shoulders and nearly to her waist; Lyric wondered if it was time for a haircut. She kind of liked it like this, but it was a pain to take care of. Shrugging it off, she crawled into bed; listening to shower running in the other room.

With a full stomach, Lyric would admit she was drowsy but a part of her wanted to wait to sleep. To make sure that he was really coming back to their bed. To entertain herself she tapped away on her phone, one of her many gaming apps up. However when she heard the water cut, and he stepped out pulling on a pair of boxers, then flopping down into bed beside her. Curling onto her side to face him as he spoke, a little smile touched upon her lips. Maybe he really was sorry this time. And maybe, she had looked past herself long enough to see how hurt he was too. When he kissed her, gentle and slow and pulled her close she inhaled his scent; she’d forgotten how much she missed this. ”Promise we’re gonna be ok?” She mumbled into his shoulder.

Lyric was terrified that she’d go to Boston and he’d meet someone. Someone prettier and smarter who could actually make him smile and laugh. A girl who’s face didn’t remind him of the child he’d lost. And there weren’t many who’d say no to Synyster fucking Gates. She couldn’t at any rate. And women had never been a weak suit for him. ”Love you.” She replied, every so softly after he’d spoken, her eyes fluttering shut. She was exhausted, and Lyric knew they would need to start having the hard conversation tomorrow. To talk about what had never been talk about; did he still want kids? Right now they weren’t in any position to think about that, but if they could make it through this than it was a choice to make. But as long as he wanted to make this work; then so did she. Those were the thoughts that accompanied Lyric as she drifted to sleep in his arms. .

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OOC: Oh my god so sorry I haven't been able to really update. I've been petsitting and it's been a little crazy; I've only gotten to a couple of my roleplays today >.<

Hannah smiled when he asked her out on a real date and she nodded. "Yea I would really like that." She replied. She climbed down from the rock, taking his hand. His hand engulfed her small one, but it made her feel safe in a way. She walked with him back to their friends then sighed when her friends said they were ready to leave. Hannah slipped her hand away from Matts, watching as they walked to the car. "I guess I will see you later. Text me okay?" She asked him. Hannah leaned up and kissed him softly, "goodnight Matt. Thanks for the great day." She said. She walked away and caught up to her friends.

Hannah woke up the next morning smiling like an idiot when she saw a text from Matt. She was so glad they were going to go out again. She felt a real connection with him and she wanted to spend a lot of time with him. There was something about the way he had a rough exterior but was a great guy underneath it all. Hannah smiled when she saw what time he was going to pick her up. Seven o'clock. cant wait. she texted him. Hannah got up and began to look for something to wear. She settled for a little black dress that fit her body perfectly.

By the time Matt was suppose to be there Hannah was feeling nervous. What if he changed his mind or something? She looked over when she heard a knock at the door. Hannah walked over, smiling as she opened it. "Hey." She said as she looked at Matt. God he was even more gorgeous than she remember.

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Brian smiled, "I promise." He said. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with her. Brian woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He sighed as he grabbed his phone, answering it, "what?" He snapped into the phone. He laid there listening to Zacky on the other end of the phone as he played with Lyrics hair. "Just deal with it Zacky I'm not coming in today." He said. He looked at Lyric, knowing they needed a day to themselves.

Brian smiled as he hung up then cuddled up to Lyric. "Love me." He teased a she buried his face on her chest. He hugged her body to his. "I think we should just stay home and hide for the day babe." He muttered. "What do you think?" He asked looking up at her.

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Matthew Sanders | The Rockstar


The bonfire had been fantastic. In fact he was relieved that Zacky had dragged him out, when Hannah had kissed him goodnight in front of everyone Matt rolled his eyes when his friends began cat calling them and whatnot. He had tried to make a beeline for the jeep shortly after Hannah was out of sight, but Jimmy and Johnny were quicker. ”So looks like you two lovebirds had a good time.” Brian taunted, while Zacky laughed. They were clearly drunk and scowling Matt shrugged.

Brian sensing his annoyance slung an arm around his broad shoulders. ”We only ask because we love you Matt!” His words were slurred and grinning Matt shook his head. ”Yeah? Well don’t mess this one up for me. Like throwing footballs at her head Zacky.” The smaller raven haired man had huffed, throwing his hands up with shock. ”Excuse me, but it’s thanks to me that you even got the balls to talk to her.” They had spent a little longer on the beach before putting the fire out and grabbing their trash. The boys had bid Matt goodnight, and when he got home he stayed up a little longer- rather thrilled.

By the time he finally woke up, Matt was in a rush. He’d slept through his first alarm, yes he was that hungover, and had taken a little too long to get ready. Fuck this wasn’t a good impression. What if she thought that Matt wasn’t showing up? Settling for a pair of black jeans and a button up, something a little classier than his normal faded band-tees; Matthew splashed on a dab of cologne and raced for his car. She’d texted him directions last night and thanks again to fucking traffic he was pulling into her driveway about fifteen minutes late. Taking a breath to collect himself and flipping the visor down examined himself. His hair was fine, that was always a non-issue thanks to his haircut, his skin was clean and he was ready to go. Jogging up the steps to the door he knocked a few times and then stood back.

From within the house he could hear her, and when the door was flung open Matt fixed her with a bright grin. ”Hannah, you look beautiful.” He breathed, his eyebrows scrunching together as he glossed over her outfit. He didn’t want to appear rude by staring, even if that little black dress clung to her in all the right ways. Nervously drawing his tongue across his lips Matt held out his arm; leading her to the jeep. Once he was settled in and they were pulling away he informed her ”I was recommended an Italian place, it’s like a half-hour away.” As dorkish as his friends were they really pulled through for him.

Traffic had thankfully lightened though it gave way for them to chatter, and when they pulled into the parking lot Matt had to admit that it looked nice. The place was in the nicer part of the area, and his reservations had gone through as there were only employee’s cars in the parking lot. He hoped. He just wanted Hannah to think it was perfect. Killing the engine and quickly hopping out to help Hannah out of the jeep he offered her his hand. ”Alright, shall we?”
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Lyric Bradsgaard | The Lovers


She’d never been a heavy sleeper. Even the most infinitesimal of offenses could wake her. So when Brian’s phone rang again for the second day in a row, it woke Lyric up for the second day in a row. With a soft half-asleep moan she stirred, picking her head up blearily to Brian’s soft familiar speak. She was positive that with that phone call he’d be gone. Out to the studio for the day and she’d be left alone again. To her pleasant surprise Brian rather bluntly told Zacky to handle it on it his own before setting his phone down and rolling back to pull Lyric towards his chest. His body dwarfed hers, and if she were a little more awake she’d find that funny.

”Love me.” Brian commanded in a voice scarce above a husky whisper that made her shiver. She knew he was joking, and offering a bleary smile she promised ”When I’m actually awake enough to remember my name.” When he suggested staying in for the day, a rather excited gleam flared to life in her eyes. ”I think…” Positioning herself so she could brush her lips across the sensitive outer shell of his ear continued in a low purr ”That sounds great.” Pulling back and settling back down into his embrace she sighed, in a playful voice ”And now I can sleep all day.”

Grinning at Brian’s cry of protest Lyric giggled, sitting up. As much as she hated mornings she was awake now, and since she’d fallen asleep without wiping her make up off, she felt kind of gross. A shower was most certainly in order, and with a yawn and a feline-like stretch the slender brunette turned her head. ”I’m gonna go shower. Be out in like fifteen.” She promised. A shower would be a good time to get her thoughts together as well; like how long would this last? Was their storm passing, or was this just the eye? Snapping the clasps of her bra open and dropping that along with her underwear to the floor she turned the water on, waiting until steam was fogging the mirrors before stepping in.

True to her word she was quick, scrubbing at her skin and washing her long silky tresses, and lingering only for a couple minutes under the water a soft purr of delight leaving her throat. Hot showers were always a good thing. As she stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself Lyric decided that since they weren’t doing anything today, a casual sort of outfit would be fine. Once she was done brushing her teeth and whatnot she picked up her discarded lingerie, depositing them into the hamper on her way out of the bathroom. Brian was still lounging in bed, not that it really bothered her.

Picking out a more worn-out looking pair of underwear and a bra she dropped the towel, sliding into them. Then it was just a simple pair of jean shorts and a flannel. When she was done, hair still dripping when Lyric flopped back into bed,glancing over at her beau. ”You really wanna stay in all day?” As long as they didn’t fight she didn’t care; but Lyric was terrified she was gonna say something that set him off, or vice versa. And the hope that she was beginning to feel for them would be smashed before her eyes once again.

Hannah smiled as he complimented her, "Thank you." She said as her eyes drifted over him. He was so gorgeous and she was glad she had agreed to go with him. She grabbed her things then nodded when he asked if she was ready. Hannah took his hand and walked down to his jeep, getting in with him. As they drove towards the place Hannah talked to Matt about pretty much everything. She wasn't one to sit in silence all the time. Hannah looked at him, seeing that he was still quiet, "You really don't say much do you?" She asked, laughing softly. She liked that he listened though. It was better than him telling her that she needed to quit talking like her family always did. She swallowed hard, wondering if he was thinking that, but just wasn't voicing it. She was glad when they got to the restaurant.

Hannah walked inside with him and sat in the booth in the corn with him. She liked the idea that instead of sitting across from him at a table she was beside him. "This place looks amazing. Thank you." She said, smiling as she kissed his cheek. She pulled away then took her menu. Hannah looked over the menu, seeing the high prices on everything. How was it that he was in a small band but paying for all of this. Hannah looked up as the waiter brought over a very expensive wine, Mr. Sanders it's nice to see you again. The man said as he poured their wine. Hannah looked at Matt, "Are you sure about all of this? I mean..." She looked at the menu, "It's really expensive." she said as she looked over everything again. She nodded when he said for not to worry about it. "Okay." she whispered. Hannah decided on what she wanted then took a sip of her wine. It tasted amazing, sweet yet bitter at the same time. Hannah sat the glass down and looked up as the waitress came over. Hannah ordered the fettuccine Alfredo with a salad. Hannah watched as the man walked away, "So tell me more about you." She said, looking at Matt. She scooted closer to him, letting her hand rest on his thigh. She felt him tense slightly though his smirk said he liked the contact. Hannah looked up at him as she waited for him to talk.

Hannah smiled as the food was brought to them, the steam coming off of it. "Wow this looks so good." She said. She began to eat, loving the taste of everything. Hannah took a sip of her wine and then went back to eating. Shen she finished she relaxed back against the seat. "That was so good. Thank you so much Matt." She said as the waiter set down the bill. Hannah watched as Matt picked it up and set it card down like it wasn't a lot. "How often exactly does your band play?" She asked trying to get more information about him. Though he still continued to be mysterious about it.

She walked out with him, looking around the area. She smiled when she saw a small art gallery down the street. "Come on." She said, pulling his hand. She looked up at him and led him into the art gallery. "Hope you don't mind." She said as she walked in, holding his hand. Hannah had always loved art and things like that. Hannah walked with him through the building. She smiled when she saw a piano in the corner that people were able to play. She had played a lot when she was little. "Wanna see one of my talents i don't use anymore?" She asked, giggling. Hannah walked over to the piano and began to play Beethoven's 5th symphony. She only played some of it then stopped. She looked at Matt, seeing he was staring at her in awe. "I'm not as good as i was." She said, laughing.

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Brian laid on the bed, watching as she started to get dressed, "Yea let's stay in today." He said as he rolled over and let his fingers ghost down her neck. He kissed her, then kissed down her neck. He smiled as he started to unbutton her flannel. She smelled amazing and he was actually really wanting her more than usual this morning. Brian moved over her and took her shirt off before he leaned down and kissed her deeply. Brian let his fingers move to unhook her bra as he kissed along her chest, moaning as his hips pushed into hers. Brian looked up at her as he took her bra off. "Getting dressed was a waste of time." HE said, chuckling. He kissed her again then kissed his way down her stomach. It had been awhile since they took their time having sex. They always seemed to rush into everything anymore. Brian kissed her hipbones before he unbutton her jeans, pulling them from her small hips. He looked up at her as he bit his bottom lip lightly. Brian pulled her panties off and kissed up her thigh. "I love you." He muttered against her skin.

[would have wrote more but i wasn't sure if you are okay with sex scenes XD]
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Matthew Sanders | The Rockstar


This girl was a abyss full of surprises. Hannah didn’t seem to mind that he wasn’t the most talkative; and it worked well. He liked listening to her and the stories she was brimming with. She talked of friends and family, though he could see how her eyes went a little flat at that. Did she have a strained relationship with them? Matt figured he’d table that and ask later. But the more she spoke the more awkward he felt about himself. Her family didn’t seem like the type of people that would be open to their daughter, a microbiologist, dating a rockstar. But, he didn’t want to focus on negatives; tonight was a night that was going to be full of positives and fun. There would be plenty of time hopefully for the world to add a little dose of reality to their relationship- if one could call it that. And god forbid if this went anywhere and her parents found out about his teenage years… Shit that would make a horrible impression. But Matthew was grown now, and he wasn’t the hormonal little prick setting fire to the school anymore.

Just as he had helped her in, Matt helped Hannah out, one of his arms coming to rest on her waist. Just because he wasn’t as well educated didn’t mean that he wasn’t a gentleman. Walking into the restaurant he almost heaved off a sigh of relief. It was as nice as the last time Brian dragged him here to be wingman. Surprised that the waiter remembered him Matt offered a small smile. ”Thanks.” He quipped simply, and to his relief they were brought to the corner booth; and able to sit next to each other. He’d always thought it was little impersonal sitting across from each other, as if they were interviewing the other. And while mechanically that was kind of what a date was; Matthew was kind of a romantic at heart.

Dinner went off without a hitch; and he felt like a damned moth drawn in by the light that she exuded from smiles, and from the mindless little brushes of her hand. If he let himself, Matthew could get set ablaze by this girl. He found they didn’t have a whole lot in common. Different socioeconomic classes growing up, Matthew had been that classic bad-boy. Skipping class, smoking and drinking, pretty much every teacher’s worst nightmare. She was a good girl, Hannah had gotten high marks, and have even been involved with some extracurricular things. She’d gone to college, he had formed a band. There were other things as well, she didn’t seem to have his taste of music, and even their style was different; but it worked.

She was different and new and intriguing, all the things Matt looked for. Also it was great to have his date not know who Avenged Sevenfold was on their first meeting. After ordering, he got himself the alfredo, and chuckled when Hannah ordered the same thing. He didn’t have it very often and he recalled last time he was here; it had been pretty fucking great. Matt was relaying the story of how his parents had been so displeased with his… Reluctance to school they’d nearly sent him off to military school had his baby sister not intervened when the food arrived. Having ate and laughed, and talked both were feeling pretty full. Asking to get what was left of his food wrapped up, he had this strange habit of not wasting things, Matthew paid the bill down and squirmed, avoiding the question of how a small band could afford something like this.

”We get gigs decently. It’s uh… Well it’s fine. I just wanted this to be special for you.” He admitted sounding sheepish. As they walked out into the cool night air, one hand holding their leftovers and the other engulfing her smaller hands; he was surprised as she led him down the street to an art gallery. It wasn’t really a scene he was into- though he could appreciate it. The high ceilings and the scent of sandalwood was faintly tangible in the air. ”I don’t mind at all.” He promised, his hazel gaze slowly scouring each and every painting as if trying to find their deeper meaning than on the surface. When she found the piano in the corner he was once again shocked as she sat down and began playing a beautiful and elegant melody he recalled as Beethoven’s 5th. He had played when he was younger and it was what turned him onto the music scene.

Her delicate hands quickly and confidently slid over keys and a few people gathered around to watch. Suddenly self conscious in hopes no one would recognize him Matthew ducked his head until she was done, getting back up and coming to his side. Giving her a look he was sure didn’t hide his awe she chuckled informing him that she couldn’t play as well as she had been able to when she was younger. ”I thought you were pretty damned great.” Matt promised, draping his arm around her shoulders. For about another hour they walked about, Matthew opening up more and more. Telling her about Amy and of escapades of his past. Every time he made her smile Matthew considered it a win. However it was getting late, and tomorrow there would be a studio session to put the finishing touches on the album they were to release rather soon and remorsefully he mumbled ”C’mon I gotta work tomorrow. I should get you home.”

Together they made their way back to his car, and they fell into a comfortable silence on the way back. By the time he dropped her back at her house Matthew walked her up to her door, the pair lingering there for a moment. ”I really like you Hannah.” He promised, gazing down at her with a small smile; his dimples coming into play. ”Can I take you out again sometime? Hopefully soon?” He didn’t want to overcrowd her or make Hannah feel like he was suffocating her; but Matthew just generally desired her company. It was crazy how someone could come into your life and within seconds change it’s course.

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Athena Parun | The Lovers


Lyric could feel the moisture on the tip of his tongue as it danced across her flesh, the feel as though his mouth was mapping out and reclaiming every bit of skin that had been neglected these past months. ”Getting dressed was a waste of time.” He teased, lips ghosting over her hipbones as she held back a shudder, allowing herself to get lost in it all. The tickling sensation of warm breath flowing her her skin, making her squirm- only to be steadied by his large hands, calloused by so many years of playing guitar. Their soft mattress was firm against her back as article by article he stripped Lyric of her clothing until soon there was nothing hiding her from him. Chocolate eyes gazed up at her, a mixture of the adoration she used to see, and a dark lust.

Kiss by feathered kiss Brian made his way down his stomach, Lyric already panting in short airy gasps by the time he got to her thigh. She was so swept up into him that Lyric missed his silky declaration of love. Already the swollen lips of her sex were throbbing, moisture beading there. She missed this, missed him, but any further thoughts were smashed into oblivion as she felt one of Brian’s fingers sunk deep within her. She nearly arched up, a soft hiss of pleasure escaping through clenched teeth. She lay in a sea of bliss as Brian drove her into a maddening want. Small hands clenched the sheets as her chest heaved with pants and moans. By this time she knew that he was teasing her; Lyric was certainly wet enough for him.

”Brian.” She managed to pant, her skin raised with goosebumps of want. Silently she implored him to take her, speaking his name like a hushed and fervent prayer. No sooner had she gotten his name out then he pulled his fingers away from her womanhood; her heart sang with relief as she knew that he was giving into her; into her desires and wants. She closed her eyes as she felt him part her legs, and slide into her. Her fists clenched the blankets and sheets as if they were the only thing marooning her to sanity as her hips came up to meet him, pulling him more deeply inside of her. She cried out as he moved inside of her, letting him fill her again and again, until all the empty places were gone.

He was in a giving mood, and Lyric greedily snatched all he had to give her; their moans and pants tangling together. He was a seasoned lover, and needed little direction moving within her faster or harder before she got a chance to plead for it. That anger and resentment she had held towards him began to melt as Brian’s moans filled her ears; one of the only things she was aware of. She breathlessly gasped his name like a mantra, her movements meeting his rhythm. Then suddenly and all at once her climax came tearing through her, causing her to gasp out and cling onto Brian as waves of pleasure broke through her body. As she clenched about him it spurred Brian into his own climax and as his movements grew sloppier and quicker he stilled and crying out as he spilled into her.

Their bodies were coated with a thin layer of sweat, and slumping down onto the pillow she was quiet for a moment, pulling herself together. That had been the first time in awhile since he made love to her, and for a moment nothing seemed to phase her. Not the light streaming in from their windows or the mess they’d made, that could be cleaned up pretty easily. Finally after what felt like an eternity of silence Lyric mumbled ”I love you too” Forcing herself to move, she nestled up against him, her eyes half-lidded with a lingering lust. She wasn’t worried about a pregnancy, she’d gotten an IUD shortly after she miscarried without telling anyone. Any thoughts of otherwise moving from Brian’s side were simply not there; Lyric was in her own state of euphoria at this point.

[Sorry my best friend got married yesterday so i was super busy]

Hannah nodded when he said he had to work tomorrow, "Okay." she said as she walked with him back to his car. She got in the car and relaxed against the seat, running her fingers through her hair. Hannah looked over at him when he asked if he could take her out again. She nodded her head, "I would like that." She said, smiling. Hannah leaned over and kissed him softly before pulling away, leaving him wanting more. "Call me when you want to do something else." She said as she opened his door. "Thanks for tonight Matt." She said. She got out and walked up to her apartment. Hannah bit her bottom lip lightly as she shut her door. She had an amazing night with him and she couldn't believe they were going to do it again.

Hannah woke up the next morning and looked up at the ceiling. She still felt something was up with Matt and the whole band thing. He sure spent a lot of money without even blinking an eye. Then again maybe he was just rich and didn't want people to know about his family's money. Hannah got up and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hannah got dressed in something comfortable because she planned to stay home and work on some school work. She sat down at her desk, turning her lap top on.

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Brian laid there with his arm around her as he looked up at the ceiling. He ran his fingers through her hair as he tried to slow his breathing. "Wow babe." He whispered. He knew that she had finally given into him and he was glad they were getting along. Brian looked over and kissed her on the forehead, "You hungry now?" He asked chuckling. He wasn't sure what all they had in the house to make but he didn't feel like going anywhere now. Brian just wanted to be lazy all day and hang out with her. For once things were going how they were suppose to.

[sorry about the short post. ]

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Matthew Sanders | The Rockstar


It had been a long day, a day at the studio to work on some of the vocals for their upcoming album that was to be dropped. The process of that was already giving Matt a headache. There would be interviews, tours, and promotions. As much as he loved what he did for a living; it could be a little stressful. The band was about to go under a microscope again, and people would make what they wanted of their newest album. And if Hannah was still around Matt would have to figure out a way to tell her that he kind of sort of lied about the popularity of the band, though already that put a bad taste in his mouth. Then, if they were still together by touring time; than the issue of tours would come up. Matthew couldn't bring Hannah and while he may have some time between shows to visit, it was never a guarantee especially when they came to the abroad tours.

And to top that all off, Matthew was just having a shitty recording day. He was having a hard time remaining on pitch while they recorded and it was horribly obvious that he was distracted. When it was nearing three, the muscular man who at this point was quite frustrated and had only gotten the base vocals down for one song. It didn't help that as the band decided that would be enough for one day, as tempers were running short mostly Matt's. As they were packing ready to head home, or as Jimmy and Zacky were discussing going to the local bar, when Brian siddled up to him, that shit-eating grin on his face. "So, how'd your date go last night?" Matthew really wasn't in the mood to deal with Brian's inquires, though reminding himself it wasn't his spiky haired friend's fault he was having an off day just shrugged. "It was fine. Went out for dinner and an art gallery."

Thankfully Brian was aware that Matt was frustrated with how shitty this recording session had gone and he just nodded. "Sweet, you taking her out again?" Raising an eyebrow Matt just nodded. She had agreed to go on a second date with him; which Matthew would need to ask her what was a good time. That cheered him up a little bit. "Yeah, I'm heading home now. See you on Friday guys." Matt called before letting himself out of the studio, already fishing his phone out of his pocket. Should he text her now? It was a little early and he didn't want to scare her off. In normal situations Matt had a little more confidence with women; but there was something about Hannah he just didn't want to fuck up. And after his last breakup, Matthew was a little more hesitant about how well this would work out.

His ex had been sleeping around while Matt was on tour, and when he came back and found out that she was leaving him- she hadn't been particularly warm about it. Arlene had in no uncertain terms informed the hazel-eyed man that it was his fault for her indiscretions. That he was always away and working; which was true to a point. Matthew was a little bit of a perfectionist and workaholic. Of course the reason for that was Arlene had liked living the high life, and that wasn't cheap. He had been working so hard to keep her happy; but she went behind his back and slept with another man multiple times in his bed. That had been a couple months ago and he hadn't heard hide nor tail from his ex; which was no skin off his back.

These thoughts accompanied the muscular brute until he pulled into his driveway around five. Traffic was a bitch as always. He hadn't really brought much with him to the recording session, just his wallet and phone, which were snugly in his pocket as he jogged up to his porch, unlocking his front door and kicking his shoes off the second he was inside his home. For about a half an hour he just relaxed, playing a bit of CoD, and fixing himself a dinner that would make his mother shake her head with disapproval. Matthew wasn't the best cook, so his frozen dinners were kind of his saving grace. He was sure that if he really put his mind to it than cooking would be easy; but he wasn't really that motivated to try.

By the time Matt was halfway through with his dinner he managed to muster up the balls to text Hannah. What if she hadn't actually had a good time? She hadn't texted him, and while it was likely for the same reason he hadn't texted her; there was always the possibility she just didn't want to talk to him. Frowning, nervously rubbing his chin Matt finished his bite and pulled up her contact information in his phone. "Hey Hannah, how was your day?" As he sent the text, Matthew decided to quickly follow up with a "It's Matt, by the way." Oh if the guys could see how horribly awkward he was right now the man would never hear the fucking end of it.

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Athena Eris Parun | The lovers


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For a moment she lay next to him, simply catching her breath. It had been a long time since they had sex, and she was remembering now that it was something he was rather versed in. "You hungry now?" Glancing at him with surprise she hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, don't worry I'll go ma-" As she spoke Lyric's phone began ringing and with a groan she shifted towards her nightstand, snatching it off before answering it. "Hello?" Even Lyric could hear the ice in her voice and whoever this was had no fucking timing. "Lyric, it's Donna. I just got emailed your schedule-" Instantly she stood up, forgoing clothes to head to the bathroom to listen. It wasn't a long call, and about fifteen minutes later Lyric tread back into the bedroom, her lips pushed into a small frown.

Brian was where she'd left him, looking puzzled and confused. "That was Donna. I'm leaving for Boston in a week." Donna had been her agent for about three years; and she was a damned good agent. Except for the fact she was almost always running around and didn't always give Lyric advanced warning about when she'd need to travel somewhere. It wasn't hard to read the disappointed expression on her lover's face, and Lyric was sure she didn't look much better either. "I'll um... I'll skype you know." She tacked on lamely, before going to their bed to flop down her sangria colored lips pushed together in a small frown. "And it'll be a month, if everything goes according to plan." Lyric tried to reason, though she doubted it did much to ease either person's discomfort on her leaving.

But they had a week together, and hopefully it wouldn't be spent tearing at each other's throats and pushing buttons. But Athena had hopes this time, this time would be the time they got their shit together. Maybe even enough to talk about the miscarriage. They had never done that and her therapist had tried to tell her that wasn't very healthy. "We'll go food shopping before I go. So you have things to eat and I don't have to worry about that." She sighed, running a small hand through her hair. This wasn't her first acting gig, but it was probably her biggest. Gone Girl was the film she'd been hired for, and her role would be playing a mistress to the guy who everyone thought killed his wife.

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So sorry it's been so long. There was an unexpected death in the family around the same time we were helping my great-gram move in. I'll be active again now that everything's been sorted.

[Thats okay i understand.]

Hannah continued typing up her one paper then looked over when she felt her phone vibrate on the desk. She smiled when she saw it was Matt. She didn't want to text back immediately because she didnt want to seem desperate. She bit her bottom lip lightly as she stared at her phone. My day was good. How about you?" She sent the message then went back to typing up her paper. She sighed when she heard a knock at the door. Hannah got up from her desk, going to see who it was. She was surprised to see her friend standing there crying. Hannah shook her head as her friend explained her boyfriend broke up with her. "Come on in." She said. Hannah looked at her phone, seeing Matt had answered her. She wanted to see him so badly right now. Would you be up for some late night mischief? She smirked to herself as she sent the message. Once her friend was asleep she figured she would sneak out and see Matt if he was willing. She had a place she wanted to take him outside of the city.

Hannah walked over to her friend, "Cassie he was a dick anyway." She said as she held her Iphone in her hand. She felt kind of weird to be comforting her friend over a heartbreak while she was working on actually having a relationship for once. Hannah hadn't been in a serious relationship for a long time and it ended because he ended up only wanting her family's money. She bit her bottom lip lightly as her friend sobbed into the pillow. She smiled as her friend fell asleep, seeing that Matt seemed interested in seeing her. Meet me outside in like 20 minutes. ;) She sent him the message then went to get dressed then went downstairs to meet Matt. She smiled when she saw him, "Hey." She said as he walked over to her. "Are you sure you are up for this? I know you said you had to work today." She said as she looked up at him.

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Brian watched her for a moment as she explained what was going on, "Lyric i leave in a month." He said. He was headed out on tour and he was going to tell her later on that day, but now seemed like the time. "I just....we will just have to deal with this." He said as he got up and got dressed. With both of them on busy schedules they barely had time together. It was one of the things that made being a celebrity couple hard.

Brian looked at her, "We will just have to work through this." He said as he walked out of the room. He knew that it was going to make this so much harder, but they were either going to stay together or fall apart. He didn't want that to happen so he was going to try his best not to make her upset.

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