*/ teenage love affair.

[amberlynn burrows.]

AMBERLYNN ALEXANDRINA BURROWS.



" four damn years, you thought for sure, thats all you have to endure
but the whole damn world's just as obsessed with whose the best dressed,
and whose having sex, and whose throwing up before they digest "


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- - - - -Consecutive loud squeels rang out as the three year old pumped his short legs as fast as he could in an attempt at running away from his already exhausted mother. not even attempting to chace after her son, she allowed him to squeel and enjoy himself throughout the massive house that had once belonged to the late rufus howerton - the man that had supposedly once bee happily married to amberlynn burrows and had a three year old child, before his untimely death. the house had been left to the bereaved widow and his toddler, as well as a large sum of money. in all actuallity the toddler was not the man's child, but in his death he died with all the lies that amberlynn had ever fed him. "i love you," "your baby loves you," "your the only one for me," and anything else that amber had to say to satiate her husbands desire to be loved by the grecian beauty. not that she truely deserved an ounce of what she had been receiving. lies and deception had become a lot more natural - frighteningly so - to the girl than she had ever intended. the fact that amberlynn was currently newly widowed, sitting on a large fortune, and raising a three year old that was quite easily a bastard child, was of no importance to amber. was she happy? at times, of course she was, but everytime amberlynn had taken a look at her son's precious face, she saw the man that was more that likely to be his real father in him and the guilt was over-whelming. three years had gone by where amberlynn planted a smile on her face, pretending for the cameras that she was so happily married; three years had gone by where no one knew - either that or they had been bribed to keep their mouths shut - that she had cheated on her husband at every opportunity she got. from the outside looking in, the tabloids showed a very happy couple with a toddler in tow and nothing standing in the way of their "love." on the inside of their home, it was a different story. amberlynn slept in her own room - using the pretension that she wasn't ready to sleep with him since the baby was born, even three years later - and she had frequently even invited her lover over to the house right under her husbands nose. the maids knew everything but didnt say a word as they were getting paid off with very generous sums of money to keep this from getting out in the publics eyes, and most importantly, from becoming open knowledge to her wealthy, howerton husband.

- - - - -Finally the squeeling stopped as the boy decided to force his mother into a game of 'hide and seek.' he was still in that age bracket where he had it set in his mind that if he couldn't see mommy, then mommy couldn't see him. thus, it brought him to throw himself on the ground between the couch and the coffee table, with his legs sticking out from amberlynn to still spot him quite easily. the familiar grey-blue eyes scanned the family room, easily spotting the tiny feet not far off. strolling easily around the room, she pretended as if she did not spot the boy and proceeded to search for her son. within a few moments, amberlynn sun on the spot to face the spot where her son was hiding and as soon as he saw her eyes on him, he pushed himself up from the hardwood flooring and made another get-away attempt. failing in that attempt, amber was able to quickly scoop him into her arms, despite his constant wriggling around to regain his freedom. within a few moments, the boy wore himself out and gave in to amber, and allowed her to carry him off to sit him down for lunch. true, these were all things that mr. howerton had left amberlynn maid's and nannies to handle, but amber had been raised by the house keepers and a nanny and that was something she was not about to let happen to her own child. no, her son would be raised by her alone - and his father, if he ever decided to submit to the truth - and no one else. the day he was being raised by another woman or anyone else in general, was the day she died, not a moment sooner. for the time being, she was content with her baby, though. from the moment he was born, amberlynn had laid her eyes upon him and realized how much she truely loved her new baby. he was, even as conceited and foolish as it may have been, nearly the perfect child to her. he was everything she hoped to receive in a baby. although true that she had always wanted to be happily married and have a kid with someone she was in love with, but things change and a mccarthy spawn was simply a result of a lustful affair - something that wasn't anywhere near as bad as it possibly could have been. it would have killed her to have given birth to the offspring of her husband - even as completely cruel as that may sound to one on the outside looking in, but one who knew her through the four years since high school so gracefully ended, they would see why and they would know how much of a facade she was putting up to the press. the black dresses, the countless empty bottles of visine that currently littered the bottom of her purse, and the open interviews with what seemed to be a dozen different magazine's and tabloids - it was all to promote the 'grieving widow' image that everyone needed to see from her.

- - - - -Seating the squirming child down in a chair at the table for him to eat his lunch, amberlynn attempted to get him to calm down but the boy seemed to have more stamina and endurance than she could handle at one time. when the toddler continued to fuss and refused to be sat down at the table for lunch, amberlynn picked him up, with a difficult attempt at balancing his lunch in one hand, and carried him back into the livingroom to watch cartoons while eating. setting him down on the couch with the dark blue plastic plate - seeing as a glass plate would be thrown across the room to shatter within instants of the food disappearing - sitting on the coffee table infront of him, amberlynn proceeded to find the remote and find something on. behind her, he had flung himself off the couch to stand at the coffee table and eat the peanut butter and bannana sandwich. stopping the television on the disney channel, it was hardly a second before the shrill voice whined "no, mammmaaa, i no like miwey cywus." laughing at the fact that her own son had determined what she, and most other people over the age of seven, had already realized - miley cyrus and gang clearly sucked. for lack of a better term, of course. changing through the many channels, awaiting the approval of a three year old as to what to watch, she ended up leaving it on nickelodeon to watch the 'fairly oddparents.' as the boy began to mumble the words to himself, amberlynn left him to be watched by one of the maids so she could proceed to her bedroom upstairs and finally get dressed for the day. it was not neccesarily an appealing trait to stay in bed until noon on a daily basis, but at the present time, the circumstances permitted her a tad bit of leniance on the situation. besides, it certainly looked better if amberlynn was so utterly heartbroken that she was staying in bed until noon and going to parties at night. not to mention that she had taken the liberty to go to a frat party she had been invited to, simply because she could. the whole aspect of partying may have seemed a tad bit soon, but it could all be covered up by shedding some tears for the camera about how stressful life is raising a three year old alone seeing as her dear, dear husband only recently passed away. life was good, well, as good as it could be for the time being. it wasn't as if circumstances would be changing anytime soon, so why not plaster that fake smile on her lips and do everything she possibly could to try and make things right in her life. these things were not even close being her current situation involving a deceased husband, but moreso the father of her child and her feelings for said being. the issue pissed her off to no end whenever she allowed her mind to trail over any of those thoughts. clearly it was only an annoyance.

- - - - -Although, the party tonight was not merely to get herself completely trashed as some may like to think, or even as an excuse to go nagging about her child; it was an excuse to be completely nonchalant about possibly seeing some old friends again, while her insides were reeling at the concept of seeing some people she had hardly spoken two words to in the last four years. maybe amberlynn was too clingy, maybe she was foolish, childish, or completely immature for refusing to move on completely from their high school days, but she couldn't help it. the exterior would remain calm and composed, while her heart was pounding and she felt the desperate need to jump for joy and pull each and every one of her friends into a hug. this was a huge deal for her. there wasn't very many people that she had kept in touch with from high school - caesar mccarthy being on of them - and she was as anxious as a school girl awaiting her first day back from summer vacation. in four years, so much had happened, so much time had passed, any drama that had once occured between them should have passed by now. at least, on amber's front. she had gotten over most of everything that had occured during her high school career. forgive and forget had frequently been her motto, as well as her loyalty to her friends. no matter how horrible one had been to her, or what they had put her through, she had always stuck by them and tried as hard as she could to set her personal emotions aside. sometimes it got out of hand, but no matter how much a friend of her's had screwed her over, amberlynn had always made a decent attempt at trying to help them if they were struggling or simply needed someone to be there. it had been four years, and although they all had a bit of a past together, amberlynn looked at it as more of a chance for a clean slate - drama-wise - and hopefully they could pick up as friends and become re-aquianted. it was a long shot, but how could anyone simply be willing to give up on high school friendships so easily? especially if fate led them all back to los angeles. back to the town they all once partied and went to school in. amberlynn had never believed in destiny, fate, and all that mumbo-jumbo, but for whatever reason in life, they were all drawn back to los angeles for their various purposes. amberlynn never left the city, except for vacations and the likes, but had always lived in the sunny state of california; had always secretly had an adoration for the state, even when she moaned and groaned about how much she hated it in her high school years. it was teen rebellion, something she had clearly never truely grown out of. now, as for said frat party that amberlynn had been invited to this evening, she was intending to make her appearance around nine in the evening and probably end up leaving within the hour or two if no one familiar had arrived. what was the point of sticking around if she only knew one or two namless faces? there really was none. she didn't want to meet new people, she didn't want to mingle with the crowd, and she didn't want to make any new friends tonight. she wanted to see if any old friends were present, get wasted off her ass, and if neither of these thing would occur, then so be it. amberlynn had a number for delivery, and a rather large - being the understatement of the year - dvd collection that could last her a few years of sitting at home alone, if so be it.

- - - - -As soon as amber had finished getting dressed for the party, she had fidgetted for another half an hour to figure out how much she truely like her outfit. it was nothing extravagent. it was a simple, short black dress she had worn once before - ironically to her husbands funeral - but she had gotten it altered to be a bit more festive, per say. slipping her feet into solid black flatts, amberlynn fidgeted with her hair for another twenty minutes before deciding to leave it down to hang about her shoulders. it was completely unusual for her to be this nervous about going to a party, but the circumstances were different this time. in her eyes, at least. not bothering to grab a coat, amberlynn opted to drive herself to the party that happened to be hosted down in manhattan beach. it wasnt far, and she'd rather be the one to drive herself. she hardly allowed herself to do anything that would remotely seem unusual for a grieving widow. tonight was different in that aspect as well. the moment her car stopped, amberlynn turned off the engine but sat staring at the countless cars scattered everywhere and the people swarming to be part of the party tonight. shrugging the anxiety off, she got out of the car - careful to lock the doors - and sauntered towards the building. an ever so small smile was planted of her dark features as she spotted a few people here or there that she may have recognized. now, for the people that really matter. inside? possibly. that was where the alcohol was, after all, so it could seem so simply to simply go inside and get a beer. eyes scanning the room over a few times, she nearly jumped out of her own skin, and out of her current trance, finding a guy holding two translucent green bottles in his hands. handing her one of them, amberlynn had learned her lesson of accepting open drinks from guys at parties. the guy was hitting on her, and she knew better. grabbing the boys bottle out of his hand, a little trade off of the alcohol, the guy gave a quizzical look, before disregarding it with a simple glazed look that alcohol frequently gave people. he began to rant about something amber completely ignored, and she pulled out her cell phone instead to text caesar - asking him if he'd so much as oblige her request to go outside for a smoke. this was more a request to speak with him alone, and to save her from the nightmare that was currently chatting her ear off. bringing the glass heineken bottle to her lips, she let it linger on her bottom lip for approximately thirty seconds before taking her last sip, thrusting it back into the man's hands and simply walking away with no explaination. straight towards the alcohol, she grabbed a nearly full bottle of wild turkey whisey off the table, headed towards the door and into the cool night air. it instantly gave her a shiver, but she ignored it. she had no coat, so it wasnt as if much could be done anyways. walking farther away from the house, until she could only hear the faint roar of the music combined with the crashing waves of the ocean. seeing the blonde hair, she recognized the figure, faintly, but wasnt sure she wanted to intrude on the married couple. instead, standing back with an open bottle of whiskey and a cigarette in her mouth - that she had just lit - she waited around to see if anyone else was intending to come to the beach, or possibly one of them would see the light of her cigarette and decide that this could be a nice high school reunion. awkward seeing as amber would certainly be the third wheel, but interesting.

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taylor, beau dobbins;
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alexa, daisy van buren.
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[caesar mccarthy]

now I think I was wrong ,
- - - - - - - -AND YOU WERE LAUGHING ALONG

- - - - - - -NOW I LOOK A FOOL FOR THINKING YOU WERE ON MY SIDE .


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- - -Since (somehow) graduating high school, Caesar McCarthy had experienced a dramatic change in his attitude to education. No, he didn't suddenly value it as something worth putting his effort into, nor did he finally give up and quit like he'd said he was going to for most of his senior year - no, he'd decided that college was really the only way to go, and he'd discovered that he loved it. Not so much the classes, since they required at least a low level of brainpower that he wasn't willing to waste, but everything else about college life couldn't be better suited to the young man. Towards the end of his first year at UCLA, he'd established it firmly as his home, feeling right there more so than he had ever felt anywhere else in his life. As sad as it was, the college - and in particular, the fraternity he belonged to - had become his life, and whilst he couldn't love it more, this priority cast his summers into near-desperate boredom and disorientation. When he was in high school he skipped from boarding to different apartments and houses so often that he'd never had a firm home, and with his parents' divorce he'd lost his childhood home, so maybe it was a childish need for somewhere to root himself and call home, but he'd deemed his frat house his home, the kind of place people always find themselves driven back to in all situations. But it was summer, so he was left to drift for weeks on end, like some drawn out process of moving house. For the past few summers he'd tended to stick with maybe two different people's places and split his time between them, but this year he'd gotten the bizarre idea that staying somewhere different every night would be fun. At first it had been, he'd made the rounds of all the girls he knew would be willing to sleep with him, punctuated with the occasional crash at a friend's place. It had turned out to be surprisingly easy; his tendency to stay at parties until the early hours and then move on to bars meant that he only needed to sleep for a couple of hours and somewhere to shower, and since it was no great inconvenience he'd had no difficulty persuading people to help him out.

- - -But, as with most of Caesar's stupid ideas, the novelty was beginning to wear off. For a while he'd loved waking up somewhere different every morning, but blinking back the sunlight that was pouring onto the bed he was currently sprawled out on, it had certainly started to lose its appeal. The bed was more a mattress on the floor, and the sunlight reflecting off the whiteness of the walls and bed covers made the room feel floodlit to the sleepy boy. Using one elbow to prop himself up and his other hand to rub his eyes, his mind was still caught between consciousness and sub-consciousness, so much so that he didn't hear the creak of the door as it was opened somewhere to the left of him. Blinking a few times in a natural response to the blurriness that remained from sleep, soon a curly-haired woman came into focus, her face soft and pretty even in the harsh light, her lips pulled into a smile. Between her hands was a mug of what smelled like black coffee, and taking it from her, his mind tried to place an identity to the face before him as he murmured his thanks. "No problem, how did you sleep?" she responded, her words ringing with an obvious Irish accent. Immediately he was taken back to conversations he'd had with a barmaid the night before about P.S. I Love You and it clicked, with it bringing a big smile to his face. She was a sweet girl, not the kind of girl that would freak out on him if he dared to admit he didn't remember much, unlike the a rather sour experience he'd had the week before. The sound of breaking glass ringing in his ears as he recounted the memory, he shook his mind clear long enough to respond to her question and ask if he could use her shower, lugging himself out of bed and following her directions to the bathroom. Outside of the fact she didn't have curtains for some reason unfathomable to Caesar, the apartment was really quite nice. It was clear that she wasn't of Blair level of wealth or anywhere near and it wasn't anything like the decor he had become accustomed to in his teenage years at the academy or at the lavish homes of his classmates, but it had charm. The furniture was probably all Ikea, and every so often there were pictures hanging up that he was sure she'd collected from friends, since he could remember her mentioning that she went to an art school. Without a doubt, it was one of the nicer places he'd stayed that summer.

- - -Which was probably why, about two hours later, he was sorry to leave. After having breakfast with her, he'd asked to borrow her laptop and had spoken briefly with some of the Blairians that had cropped up back in LA seemingly out of nowhere, and somehow he'd agreed to meet Beau for drinks later in the day. Running his fingertips over the sleek plastic of the Macbook she'd loaned him, he couldn't help regretting agreeing to the meeting, since the thought of Beau made him physically ill. Well, not so much Beau himself, but the thought of him with Vegas. It had been four years and though the first two were the really hard ones, the thought of her with someone else still made his stomach lurch and his head pound, and that was ten times intensified when he considered the fact that this 'someone else' was his oldest and closest friend. Slamming the laptop shut as if it had personally wronged him, he tried to force thoughts of the two of them out of his mind. It had been years, four years to be precise. They'd held out, and that was more than he could say about the brief but intense relationship he'd had with the beautiful brunette. Out of nowhere he'd become ferociously frustrated, half because he was so painfully jealous of the two of them, and half because it irritated him beyond words that he still cared. Their relationship had ended a whole four years ago, and he'd slept with countless girls, been to countless parties, made countless friends in that time, theoretically he shouldn't still have been holding onto to much bitter resentment towards the two. His seldom heard logic was screaming out at him to stop fucking caring, to stop fucking thinking about them, but his anger and sheer envy - though lesser - screamed louder, and it always got the better of him in the end. Why should Beau have what he wanted all the time? Caesar had spent years convincing himself that he was just as good as his one time best friend, but it provided him with little peace of mind. The two of them had founded a - supposedly - strong friendship based on the fact that they both seemed to win in almost every circumstance, but when push came to shove and they were pitched against each other, Caesar lost every time, and he couldn't figure it out for the life of him.

- - -Despite the fact that he was kissing a girl on the cheek goodbye, a sweet girl who he'd shamelessly used for a drunken fuck and a bed to sleep in, it didn't strike him to think that maybe it was his treatment of others that put him below Beau so often. It was true to say that Beau had a tongue just as sharp as Caesar's a lot of the time, but it was also true to say that he seldom turned this against those closest to him, particularly without reason. Though Caesar embodied a typical frat boy stereotype, with his newly found obsession with drinking and partying, and his old habit of sleeping with anything that moved and generally taking everything as it came, there was always something of a trip-wire when it came to his temper. All it took was one poorly phrased question or a playful reference to something he didn't find amusing and he'd jump down someone's throat, ripping them apart to the best of his abilities. He'd said some awful things to Vegas online and he couldn't even remember what had provoked him to say them, all he knew was that he'd taken something he thought might hurt her and hit her with it as hard as he could possibly manage to. Anyone could tell you that he was arrogant and egotistical, but it was after brash actions like that that Caesar showed his more sensitive, human side, though unfortunately this was often too late. He knew he'd also said some horrible things to Amberlynn that same day, not to mention refused to hear her out on what she had to say. He was pigheaded, and if someone said something he didn't necessarily want to hear, he wouldn't hesitate in attempting to tear them apart. But of course, this didn't strike him as a possibility, not even when he was feeling intensely guilty over the horrible things he'd said.

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[beau dobbins.]

you hate me cause i'm everything
THAT YOU EVER WANTED TO BE AND I DON'T MIND
cause i love it, when you're looking at me.


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[athena mccarthy.]

But she won’t come dancing tonight,

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There were a few certain things that Athena McCarthy had not planned on doing in her lifetime- waking up in a swollen white bath that had indefinitely lost its lustre over the years, clothes absorbed with dripping water and yet, still more water falling rather grimly from the shower head above her was one of them. As Athena opened her cloudy right, blue eye she felt the effect of one of those drops of water trickle into her eye and she was automatically irritated. Her stiff back was arched in a grotesque twist, and her eyebrows formed a curvature picture, almost looking angry - as for when she moved, a pain shot through her side. Pathetically, with as much energy as she could muster Athena pushed herself up, feeling respectively saturated in a moist, thick bundle of clothes. For the few previous nights before this one, Athena had often found herself in this situation- the logical explanation of sleepwalking all seemed to familiar to her, yet, she couldn’t succumb to such a logical explanation because she herself was not built upon the foundations of logic. Athena raised a limp hand to her head, pushing her damp hair aside and opening her brown/blue eye, so she could finally see the grim outline of the dingy bathroom. Athena was clearly no money keeper, she could not afford to buy the things she had needed, so had instead, in spite of herself bought the things nobody needed - mainly consisting of the cheapest malboro red’s and speed. With that in mind however, Athena always maintained the dead zombie look down to pure effortless composure. Athena stood up and felt gravity instantly greedily pull her back down to the forsaken concave tub she had been lying in for the past 3 hours or so, Athena was not huge on sleeping whatsoever. The celebration of actually being able to move was a small one, and Athena managed to form a simple enough right step, left step in her lanky posture, one hand in her jean’s loop, the other hanging loosely yet clutched her side. The corners of her mouth turned upwards in a comma-esque style, chapped lips producing a genuinely happy smile in the face of her dog, Adonis. His ginger fur was perhaps something that Athena was proud of, she spent more time grooming her dog than she ever spent on herself- however, nobody could ever get close enough to the dog itself to comment on how beautiful it was; for Adonis was a guard dog, true to heart. Athena had never indulged upon the idea of training her dog, he was her best friend and he served Athena well - almost too well, never allowing a man or women he found suspicious within five seconds of her. Which was perfect, because it wasn’t usual that Athena had much proper, human interaction - of course, there was always the internet and Athena inevitably speaks to who she wishes on there, when she wishes too: but it doesn’t necessarily mean she ever sees the person at the receiving end of her messages.

As the dog afore her respired, Athena did too- closing her eyes briefly, glad for these few seconds that she could spare without the incessant wailing of her neighbours, It seemed that Athena could not mentally or physically grow up and she could just not adjust to the sound of others. Athena walked sluggishly to her bedroom, as slow as worms in February, standing directly in front of a reflective mirror. Athena merely moved her hips left to right and her trousers practically slid down her skinny, elongated legs - spindly fingers picking at the shirt which was now flung into the pile with the trousers. It was hard to believe that Athena would even be able to cope with the pressures of motherhood, the scars on her stomach from various mishaps almost resembled the idea of motherhood as being a horrible thing- and she didn't believe different to that concept. Athena prised off her undergarments, turning the shower speed higher - water pulsating through the metallic oval shapes- washing away the previous splatters of dirt. Athena slid into the bath, approached a standing position and half-heartedly sighed. Athena stood there transfixed on the mirror opposite to the wall, the water making her almost look like some form of siren, who she was attempting to beckon was uncertain even to her, but whoever it would be would surely have to be a person of great wisdom and patience. Her heartbeat was fused in her ears, the palpitation of it was clearly no match to the new thumping at the door - after washing her hair and rinsing efficiently, Athena, clad with nothing stepped out of the bath and answered the door, far too enthralled in the idea of going out than what she was wearing. Athena rose an eyebrow in a hostile manner, questioning the man’s prerogative. The man blinked back at her naked body, startled. Athena had noticed the bills in his hand, but she would have rather had this stranger give her the satisfaction of answering her as to why he was rather disrespectfully interrupted her. Athena snatched them in a unfriendly, inimical way - slamming the door and turning off the running water.


The sky deteriorated from it’s original, dull blue colour - the turquoise, orange, yellow, fuchsia and green came out to etch a beautiful picture, cloud’s formatted in a beautiful pearl white and gray. It was then succeeded by the black cape that it would be blocked out for tonight, as time fell through, Athena got ready- and when she was finally at a tranquil feeling, she bundled the lead onto Adonis’s buckle, opened the front door and feebly took light fairy steps on the charcoal rotating ground, which Athena had been walking on mere hours before - only that time looking far less sophisticated than she did now.




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[daisy van buren .]

daisy elyse van buren

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I love it how she breathes booze in the morning.
Man, it's so sexy how she can't remember last night.

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[piper mccarthy]

piper fawn odette mccarthy .




nOW THE ROOTS ARE REMINICSING ,
rECURRING DREAMS OF MINOR CHORDS .

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Piper never had the natural talent for anything. Unlike most people, who generally were naturally good at something, Piper on the other hand was not. Anything that she ever picked up as a hobby, she had to work especially hard at it. There were people that had a knack for soccer, or horseback riding or dancing. Mrs. Mccarthy simply didn't have any raw talent. Her husband happened to be the perfect example. Anything he touched out on his bike, or while playing a sport, it just seemed to fit. He was in his perfection, out there, and had Piper not known how much he truly loved her, she would have questioned whether or not if he loved his bike more.

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