`` heartless at best! (rose)

[jack]

* this smoking gun of a mouth of mine,

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HAS MANY VICTIMS TO IT'S NAME,
(but this time it was your words that killed me).[/center]

morning. or rather just another word for the original word 'sunset'. the part of the day that typically precedes midday, afternoon, evening and night - unless you're that much of an idiot and don't really know the difference between morning and night. kind of like josh.. well, at this particular moment in time anyway. it would have been a rather personal sense after having woken up, but it was an irrespective response to the current time of day. having absolutely no idea what the time was or even where he was situated. at the moment the only thing he knew was the fact that it was still dark and he was comfortable. the comfort didn't last very long though; he turned in his position and made a rather unfortunate acquaintence with something very hard (which he would later find out was actually the floor of the room he had shared with the other members of the part from last night). bleary eyed and slightly confused; the unusually proportioned male climbed to his feet, using whatever he could get his hands on as an accomplice to the proceedings. sure it took around two minutes, maybe more. but eventually he was in an upright position and his hands were all over his face. there was stubble on his chin, along with some, unidentified, sticky substance; his eyes were probably all blotchy and red and his clothe-- wait... jack patted his body down, making sure that he was still wearing his clothes. he was. close call there. imagine how embarassing it would have been to be stark naked!

shaking his head to clear the sleep out of his eyes - which is, between me and you, a rather pointles exercise - josh then attempted to adjust his eyes to the new surroundings, or old surroundings, but was, unfortunately, unsuccessful in that department. it was still pretty dark inside the room and probably outside the...wherever he was too. he had no idea what time it was and was now going to correct his earlier summary of the time of day being morning, and say that it was night - the period of time where the sun is below the horizon. yeah, that would do. bringing a hand to his head, jack went to run his fingers through his hair but only felt a bush - oh yeah, he'd cut off most of his hair a couple of weeks or so ago. damn. he was still not used to having short hair. maybe he'd grow it back again, maybe. just maybe. actually, come to think of it. he had rather liked the longer hair; it took a lot to get used to the short hair. then again... having long hair sometimes came with consequences, did it not? that and the fact that it took more care than short hair. oh, but he did like using the straighteners - when he could be bothered, of course. damnit. he'd decide later.

a loud yawn escaped his lips as he started to move towards the bathroom; as noisey as he was, jack did try to keep quiet, but there was times like these where he had no idea what he was doing and usually ended up standing on squeaky things, or stubbing his toe/stepping on something and yelling out in pain. however, after miraculously getting to the bathroom without being so noisey. sliding his hand down the back of his pyjama bottoms, jack scratched his ass; at the same time he brought his other hand up to his head and scratched the top of it. for a moment he looked like evolution gone wrong. an ape!? no, really. and it was probably d-evolution with that scene. how comical that would have been to a passerby - great picture for the paparazzi! unfortunately, it probably wouldn't have been a very appropriate action if gwen had been around. jack did try to keep his manliness hidden away, but sometimes it overruled him at the best - and most unappropriate of times. one would have thought that he'd be used to keeping it away by now, yes?

removing his hand from the back of his pjyama bottoms, jack entered the bathroom and had a quick wash and a half hearted shave. there was still stubble on his face, but not as much as there had been earlier. checking himself in the mirror quickly, he then bounced out of the bathroom and moved back to the room; locating his clothes under jeremy's and grabbing the first set of socks he laid his hands on. black skinny jeans (no, they were not jeremy's); a white print headphone detail t-shirt; high-top converse; a bandana (which he tied around his neck), and a watch. changing into these clothes was a task. especially considering the fact that he was still half asleep (nope; the wash hadn't done him any good at all), and that one leg of the jeans was inside out. surely getting dressed used to be such a simple task! ten, possibly thirty minutes later, jack was finally dressed and in the kitchen area hunting through the cupboards for something to eat. locating cereal, cereal and more cereal, he decided that a combination of all three boxes would be the best idea, since he couldn't decide. grabbing a red dixie cup from the side and smelling it to make sure it was clean. jack emptied some of the contents from each of the cereal boxes into the cup and put everything away. not adding milk to the contents, jack exited the strange house with a yawn and looked up at the sky - yes, it was still dark.

shrugging his shoulders and putting the dixie cup in his mouth for a moment; jack fixed the bandana and started to walk. occasionally tipping the cup to his mouth for the cereal and crunching on it for several moments. he had no idea where he was going - that's what you get when you let your feet do the walking and don't concentrate on where you're going. jack arrived at starbucks some fourty minutes later. he was still tired and since (well, he gathered this information) it was still quite so early in the morning, or night, or whatever; he figured that it was inevitable. scratching the side of his nose and emptying some more of the cereal into his mouth, the seventeen year old male let himself into starbucks and moved to the counter to order a cup of coffee - something that he knew he really needed if he was ever going to wake up properly this morning and remember where he had been. luckily for jack there was money still in the pockets of his jeans as he ordered. once he paid - and grabbed himself a banana-nut muffin for good measure - and got his drink, the male ventured into the corner of the infamous coffee store and sat himself down in one of the more comfortable chairs. he was there for a good hour as it started to get busy.

almost falling asleep.

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[annie]

“Ohmygosh - that’s him!”

Rose’s gaze laughing gaze was torn from her friend’s livid face and onto the place she was staring at - Starbucks. She bit her lip for a second, mercilessly assaulting the already bruised and cold bitten skin, her eyes shifting from the window from Starbucks to Tiana’s face and then to Marian’s, her eyebrows furrowing upwards as she tried to comprehend exactly what she was talking about - though Marian’s shrug indicated that she was as clueless as her about this particular matter.

Him, who, exactly?, that was the question. It must have been someone important, given the seven shades of white that poor Tee’s face had seemed to become - but, as Rose pointedly peered into the coffee shop, she found nothing unusual - or rather, no one that deserved that much attention. I mean Brad Pitt wasn’t there gobbling his daily muffin nor leaning against one of the brown stools or anything.

Which was kind of a pity.

Before she could do any further inspection on the matter, Tiana’s hand had grabbed hold of her arm and started dragging a very reluctant Rose forward - a rare feat, considering the fact that her friend managed to be even shorter than she herself was - thus obtaining Rose’s full attention spam back and focus solely on her face. Which basically looked like the face of someone who not only had seen a ghost, but was about to grace the floor with all the contents of her stomach as well. Rose’s eyebrows rose once again, this time with concern for her companion’s welfare. “What on earth is wrong with you?!” she asked, snatching her arm away from Tiana’s and instead grabbing both of her shoulders and peering into her big blue eyes that were now starting to become slightly misty. Oh yes. Undoubtedly misty. And unless Rose was very mistaken, which she wasn’t often, gooey mucus extracts and an endless flood of tears would follow.

“Come on Tee…” she cooed gently, her voice slightly softer as she pulled her friend into an embrace, while Marian petted her hair and asked “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” And then came out the words. Rather, just one word - that one single syllable that unleashed the whole cataclysm that followed. “Jim.” the girl feebly uttered, before the stream of weeping started flowing freely.

For a second, Rose’s face kept as bewildered as it had been. However, suddenly, like those light bulbs that lighten up when a cartoon character has a brilliant idea, Rose’s face lit up first with understanding - and then with something that resembled poorly contained anger. “Jim…? That's fucking Jim?!” Her previously slack jaw clenched as Rose quietly removed herself from Tiana’s arms and passed her onto Marian’s. It was never a good signal when Rose started cursing… She resolutely turned her back at her friends waving a hand at them shouting a swift “I’ll be right back” before making her way back to the coffee shop, ignoring both their looks - Marian’s agog one and Tiana’s rather terrified one.

Her arms pushed open the doors of the café as loudly and conspicuously as humanly possible, her petit and seemingly innocent figure stopping in front of the entrance, bright eyes flickering over every single presence in the room. She avoided all the women folk and jumped straight at examining the male ones, ignoring the ones aged below fourteen-looking and above twenty. Tousled dark hair, “the hottest thing alive”, yadda yadda yadda, she repeated to herself, dashing forward and crossing though the first tables, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

And then she spotted him.

He was sitting on one of the corner tables, looking as inconspicuously innocent as possible. How in blazes Tiana had been able to spot him from such a distance, she’d never know - especially since she herself who was searching for him had almost missed him. It might have been the fact that Jim looked like honest to goodness shit - despite his obvious good looks. Or that he was nearly falling with his nose on his coffee. But it didn’t matter. She would have been sorry for anyone else that happened to look so down - but not for someone who kept the first term of school shagging half the school’s population behind his girlfriend’s back.

And it wasn’t even the female population either.

She directed herself to the table he was sitting in, her eyes narrowed and her lips half pursed before she reached him. “Kennedy.” She began, leaning over and poking his chest threateningly. “That’s right, I know who you are. I bet you’re wondering who I am, right…? Well, I happen to be your worse fucking nightmare.”

Anyone who started a monologue like that deserved a little credit, at least.

Since seemingly she was getting no replies and she was thoroughly enjoying this - the feel of her boiling anger soothing at each word she said - she carried on, her forearms placed on the table as she leaned in, as if ready to bite him in case he decided to make a scene or something. “Oh, and don’t even look at me like that! I fucking know all about you and your little games! You thought she’d never catch up with you, that you were so smart, didn’t you?! Well guess again, you asshole!”

She was rather proud at her rhetoric, really.

“All she did for days was sit there and cry, and waste away her life - because of you. She’s crying because she fucking trusted you, Kennedy! Jim! Whatever the fuck your name is! In fact, I’d be scared if I were you, Jim. Because I may not be tough, but my father’s been in jail! Fucking Fe-de-ral Pri-son, you hear me?” she sounded out the word and slammed both her hands on the table for added effect, practically growling at him. This was, rather obviously, one of Rose’s spur-of-the-moment-lies - but anyways. “So you’d better watch out Jim… I bloody curse the day you were born!”

And with that, she clicked her heels and turned her back at him, proudly sashaying towards the door. She could see Tiana looking up at her in dismay through the door window and she smiled back reassuringly - that before she noticed Marian staring at someone else next to her. Someone who happened to have tousled brown hair and seemed to ooze charisma and …

No.

She looked up from him to the boy standing back at the table and back at her friends, her eyes widening slightly as she lifted one of her hands to cover her mouth with shock. The actual Jim Kennedy smiled at her charmingly and prepared himself to open the door for her to pass - that before she turned back abruptly and returned back towards the table the boy had been sitting at, a slightly frightened expression on her gaze as she braced herself for the-guy-that-was-not-Jim’s reaction to her little… outburst.

“Listen… uh… I’m really sorry about that.” she said, her big brown eyes staring into his contritely as she nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I… er… didn’t exactly mean to shout nor threaten - well, I did, just not at you - and you could have told me you were not…” She tightened her lips and gave a slight bitter chuckle. “Look, I’m not very good at this. But I’m really, really sorry.”


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[jack]

* this smoking gun of a mouth of mine,

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HAS MANY VICTIMS TO IT'S NAME,
(but this time it was your words that killed me).[/center]

apparently, not even the delicious aroma of hot starbucks coffee was enough fuel to wake jack up from his semi-slumber as he sank dangerously low in the comfortable chair. his head lolling backwards and forwards every so often and his eyes drooping. if anything it was probably adding to the whole 'i'm still tired and need sleep' effect. maybe it would have been better if he had ordered a cup of tea instead - but tea didn't go well with a banananut muffin, in his opinion; though there had been a few other choices of muffins that would have gone perfectly well with a cup of tea. 'morning crunch', 'chocolate chip', 'double chocolate', 'blueberry', and a few others that neither of us can be bothered to list. it wasn't only muffins either, there was loads of other delicious treats that the infamous coffee house had on offer. sandwiches, yoghurts, panini's, cookies, brownies, cakes; you name it in the sweet treat area and starbucks are guarenteed to have at least one version - if not two, or possibly even three versions of it.

jack was fine with his muffin and his coffee.

he was almost completely asleep; in fact he would have been asleep if it hadn't been for a bony finger being prodded roughly against his chest. the name 'kennedy' did not register in his mind, but before he had a chance to make it look like he hadn't just been falling asleep, the finger that had prodded his chest seemed to be attached to a rather attractive woman who was staring at him threateningly - seriously, he could see the venom in his eyes. jack weighed his chances of making a dash for it. whatever he'd done he hadn't done it - not that, that had made any sense at all, but if a woman was prodding him and calling him a name he didn't recognise then he must have done something so terrible that it had warranted a fake name.

or maybe it was simply because of who he was..?

the girl asked if he was wondering who she was. honestly jack didn't give a shit about who she was; he just wanted to grab her and scream in her face for waking him up like this. not that he wasn't already awake... but you know. "excuse me lo--" he never got to finish his sentence before the bloody woman took a seat and leaned across the table to him.

"easy on the goods darlin'." jack shifted his position so that he was sitting up a little more. a long, bony hand reached across the table and pulled the banananut muffin away from this woman. if he was honest, and he usually wasn't, jack found her to be slightly more than a little intimidating to him, a fact he was most certainly not proud of. he wasn't going to show that she was intimidating him either, he was just going to sit there and try to fathom out whether or not he had actually done something, or if she was mistaking him for another person.

he hoped to god that it was the latter. imagine how his mother would feel if she found out that he'd done something terrible and there had been a public display over the whole thing.

the more the girl talked the more jack found it easy to keep up with her about what was going on. and the easier it got for him to make a decision. he hadn't done anything and she was mistaking him for another person. this warranted his next look to her; eyebrows raised and knitted in a disapproving manner; his position shifted some more so that he was almost to the edge of his seat; his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

he was leaning in for her, ready to grab her if necessary.

jack just let her talk whilst his eyes wandered up and down her body. she was pret-- no, 'pretty' would be an understatement; she was hot and not just any old 'hot' she was an eleven point seven on the hotness scale - which put her above gwen. he wouldn't mind getting to know her a little more.

... a lot more.

he was definitely disappointed when she clicked her heels and turned her back on him. though that disappointment definitley disappeared when his eyes found her ass. he stared at her lovely lady hump and ran a hand through his awesome hair. his free hand found his coffee and brought it up to his lips as he continued to stare at the girls ass whilst she walked away. he was doing it discreetly of course, so that no-one would notice; least of all her.

unfortunately for the girl who had just had a go at him because she thought he was 'jim', the real jim was standing a few feet away from where she stopped. a sly grin crossed jack's face as he watched the girl turn back around and come back over to where he was sitting. he had a number of choices.

a) get angry and resentful.

b) get angry and resentful.

or c) shout at her a bit and then tell her she's hot.

it was such a hard decision to make, he was going to need an expert panel of judges to help make the final decision that could change the course of history! okay so maybe not history, but perhaps help put this little misunderstanding to the side and focus on the future? if he was lucky he might even be able to score a date out with the girl and let things progress from there. lord only knows that gwen needed a break from jack; he could be so tiring at him - and no, they hadn't had sex; she was far too young for jack to deflower, he wanted to wait until she was a little older before that happened.

the girl stopped in front of him. jack was still in the same position he had been not too long ago. he let his eyes wander lazily up her body (checking her out... again), before settling on her eyes and locking his gaze with hers.

"well, it's not like you gave me a fucking chance to defend myself, girl. i am but a weary man, tired from his travels and on the understanding that people came into starbucks for coffee not to be yelled at by a strange person who thinks they're someone they are not. you should check your sources - make sure they're reliable - before you ever do something like that again. you ought to be ashamed of yourself, making a scene like that in public. though kudos for having the guts to do it in front of a coffee house full of people at least six years or so older than yourself."

a charming grin wove it's way onto jack's face as he ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs on the floor with his toes pointing towards the ceiling.

"off you go then, on your merry way; go acuse more poor, innocent souls of treachery and don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out." he grinned. satisifed, he took another sip of his coffee and then tore off a piece of his muffin, placing it in his mouth and chewing on it thoughtfully.

girls. they never learn.

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[annie]

Had she missed the appreciative manner his eyes had wandered up and down her figure...?

Totally.

Had she missed the fact that his own figure had seemingly been created for her sole appreciation…?

Not at all.

He was terribly good-looking. Too much, if that was even virtually possible. That itself would probably explain why exactly she’d managed to mix him up with the Adonis Tiana had spent the past months gushing about - and vividly describing to her. He indeed possessed the tousled brown hair she had depicted, along with a slightly roguish appearance that was certainly pleasing to the eye - yes, even with the whole hangover look he had going on. And honestly, between this version of a Greek god, and that puppet bimbo that had crossed her on the way out… well, this one happened to look less like a sissy and more like an actual living breathing thing. Seriously, she’d expected Jim to look more like… like… the guy she had in front of her. I mean the-dude-who-was-sitting-down ought to have been flattered that she considered him worthy of a comparison with the Greek figure of Rose’s dreams.

Of course he didn’t know that, but such a minor detail hardly signified.

Now, precisely, Rose was in her best behavior, and in the process of appreciating the beauteousness of the boy in front of her. Because it was most definitely a boy. She could almost feel guilty for indulging in such mental considerations about a guy she was almost positive was younger than herself. Which made him a bloody minor. Which made him so not doable. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t look, did it…? She crossed her arms in front of her chest and patiently waited for forgiveness - her eyelashes fluttering lightly now and then for added tenderness.

And then it happened. He opened his mouth.

God.

“Excuse me?!” she half-murmured, her eyebrows raising ever so slightly, not really believing she was hearing this. Had he just pointedly called her a girl in that horribly patronizing way?!, while calling himself a man?! I mean, she was a girl alright. But he’d said it as if that happened to be a bad thing. Rose snorted lightly and shook her head. He had not just said that, and loud enough so everyone around could hear him, had he?! But apparently he had. Good god, she’d apologized, hadn’t she? And she’d done it sincerely, which was more than one could have asked. And, unlike any polite, civil person would have, he decided to get a kick out of her misery and throw her into a black whole of utter hatred against him.

The big git.

Plus. He’d just done something one must never do with impulsive people - he’d just Pointed Out The Consequences. With capitals, yes. Out loud. Because one thing was to cause scandal. Another was to have to look around and see the damage. Rose’s self-assured look faded slightly as she stole an uncertain gaze around - wondering if she’d really disturbed anyone, and if there was anyone really approving of what Mister Head up His Arse had to say. Fortunately there weren’t - many, at least. Most people were just staring amusedly at the awkward pair, waiting for some dramatic conclusion to the matter - one of them to start crying or slap the other, or something. Some were trying to pretend they weren’t listening, but the smile on their faces totally gave them away. At least that gave her a little more security.

And so she did the only thing she could do - she laughed. It was an insanely derisive laugh, tinted with a heavy doses of humour. Very bitter humour, to tell you the truth.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, love - but I think I can tell a weary man from a distance. And I respect them.” she replied, gracing him with one of her most saucy and affectionate lopsided grins - thought if thoughts, desire or even looks could kill he’d probably be sprawled across the floor dripping blood from all of his pores. Who in blazes did he think he was?, the pompous brat, to act as if he not only owned the place but had the right to be condescending about any bloody thing. “In fact, I think I can tell a man from a distance and respect him - and. You’re. Not. It.”

What was she mad about, again…? Right - at his overall attitude. And the fact that he’d just scolded her as if she were a little kid in the middle of a flippin’ Starbucks café. No one had seemed in the least interested so far - well, some people had, but more in an amused light than reproachful anyways. Meaning she’d just given someone something to distract them from whatever problems they had now and later amuse themselves at work, or home, or wherever they were headed - and not exactly spoiled their mornings. Else she’d probably have felt guilty about this whole business.

“Because men - as far as the actual ones are concerned - do not allow themselves the luxury to chastise girls who’ve already bloody apologized.” She returned the smile as sweetly as she possibly could - the nails of her right hand digging into her palm so as to keep herself from leaping at him and strangling that horrid smile out of that handsome face of his. Especially at the mention of her ass. “Have a good day.”

And off she went again - praying to every single angel in heaven that she did not trip on the way out and so make an even finer figure than she’d already managed to give and skewer away all the dignity she had left.

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[jack]

* this smoking gun of a mouth of mine,

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HAS MANY VICTIMS TO IT'S NAME,
(but this time it was your words that killed me).[/center]

he should have just let her walk away and get on with her life like nothing had ever happened. but this was jack edgar van arden that we're talking about here. he never let people walk away like nothing had ever happened. he liked to get people worked up. get them so angry and so annoyed with him that a physical fight would ensue. sure it would probably be a physical fight that he knew he wouldn't win, but all the same he'd feel proud about the fact because? because well he was jack and he did things like that. hence why he hadn't let the girl away from him, even though she had apologized to him and admitted, rather openly, that she had made a mistake. still though, he'd argued with her, said things he probably shouldn't have said and that wasn't the end of it.

jack watched as the woman before him started to get worked up over his words. he took great pride in the fact that she hadn't noticed his glance across her body, nor his own body and the way it had been filled out - abs and all. this increased his grin and inflated his ego a lot more than it should have done. just for these little facts, jack's smirk increased and his sense of pride also increased. he was conceited, yes; and he knew he was, which made it a lot worse.

his eyes wandered back up his body as he shifted in his chair so that he was sitting on the very edge of his seat, knees bent, legs apart and his fingers laced together sitting between his legs. his head was tipped up to look at the female before him, brown eyes showing signs of the weary travellor and the glazed effect alcohol had on people when they drank too much. there was signs of life; just not as much as he would have liked - he didn't seem to notice much at the moment because he was too focused on the goddess in front of him. the goddess he did not know the name of. but would come to find out sooner or later. hopefully sooner, rather than later.

perhaps he shouldn't have opened his mouth and let the word vomit escape his mouth.

perhaps he shouldn't have insulted her.

perhaps, just perhaps he shouldn't have said what he had said. maybe then the girl wouldn't be so mean and her eyes wouldn't be so burnt with indignation and wariness of him. if she thought that he was a civil person than she was most definitely mistaken. if jack van arden was anything, it was not civil, it was not courteous and it was most certainly was not polite.

the younger male continued to watch the girl before him. he took in every detail of her body. going from her lucious brown locks that fell around her perfectly shaped face. her deep brown, chocolate like eyes that sparkled and glittered and whatever else-ered. the proud rise of her chest underneath her close. the flat, toned stomach and the legs. oh god, her legs. jack took a little more time in looking at her legs and her chest more than anything else. however, his attention was turned away from her chest and her legs the moment he heard her laugh.

the lop-sided grin on her face was both sexy and flirtacious; he wanted more of that. needed more of that. the fact that she was talking didn't seem to affect him as he stared at her face. obviously he could see that her lips were moving, but that didn't mean to say that he was listening to the words come out of her mouth. he didn't even seem to care that she was insulting him and deflating his ego - and he wouldn't until it was too late.

and now he wasn't even a man.

that wasn't... strictly true. he was a man... to an extent. okay fine, so he wasn't eighteen yet, but what and when did age ever matter to people?

when she finished speaking to him, smiled sweetly and turned away from him, jack couldn't help but grin. he was not perplexed anymore and he didn't feel the need to answer her back. he didn't want to bother with the arguement in a public place. he did however, feel the need to stop her for a moment. however, he waited until she was by the door before he finally got up and placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head to one side.

"i'm fairly certain that you can do a lot better than just simply saying 'have a good day', sweetheart." he was chastising her again, demoralising her or something along those lines. the grin was still etched on his face as he strode over to where she was standing and grabbe her wrist gently with nimble fingers.

"have a nice day."

jack let go of her wrist, gave her a smile and moved back from her.

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