dallas* , drama provider.

[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

The mature thing for Sage to do would probably have been to stay at her dorm. Considering she’s been out drinking the night before, and she still had a bit of a headache. But, she’d made plans with Dallas anyway, and she knew that he would just whine if she bailed over a stupid headache. The thought had crossed her mind, that maybe she should’ve gotten more rest, but Sage was feeling fine. The good point with Sage and alcohol is that it took her a lot to get drunk – but not a lot to give her headaches. Headaches weren’t the problem though. It was trying to convince her Mom that she hadn’t had too much to drink. Every morning she goes to her Mom’s house, too see her brother, and every time she goes there, she feels as if she’s in a fucking body cavity search. Her Mom didn’t use to do things like that – and it’d only started up recently that she would search her for pill bottles and get her to take a breath test. Don’t get Sage wrong, she loved that her Mom did that. But really, did she have to do it all the time? Couldn’t she at least put a little less paranoia and just ask her if she’d had a drink lately? She’d be honest, of course. Just… not honest about the pill part. First thing in the morning Sage headed to her Mom’s house. Thank god she wasn’t in. She ducked in to say hi to her brother, then headed to McDonalds, not really caring if she got rated out.

Dallas and Sage kind of went way back. They dated, too. Well… not really. Their relationship was… different. It wasn’t even really a relationship. Sure, they had a friendship, but their so called ‘dating experience’ was purely based around sex. Sage wouldn’t deny that their relationship was just sex, because it really was. They had sex on a daily basis – then never talked. It was just a summer vacation thing. And then she went back to Staten. But, now she was back, they were friends – except things just got… out of control. It was good now. Kind of. He had a psycho… whatever (he obviously hadn’t worked things out with that girl), and they were still friends. It wasn’t awkward. Because neither one talked about their relationship/friendship/whatever. Sage thought it was probably best she shouldn’t mention anything anyway considering Dallas seemed perfectly happy and content. But man, it was really awkward when she first got to Portland. Legit – she signed into this chat room thing, and then Dallas’ whatever was like ‘rah rah rah go die. Rah rah rah bitchy spice’. Sage, being the easy too piss off person went too far and screwed it all over. It was fine now though. She didn’t really like Dallas’ whatever much. Not after what they’d both said to each other. After a serious yelling from Dallas, she was forced to just shut up. And she did. After a few talking-to’s.

She kind off arrived earlier than planned. So Sage texted Dallas ‘Early. Come now.’ Sage was actually surprised that Dallas still wanted to be friends after the way she’d acted – she honestly wasn’t proud of what she did, but he’d said he had forgiven her… or something like that. Her head was still pounding, pounding like it’d never pounded before. And too her luck – there was no Tylenol in her car. Fan-fucking-tastic. Just her luck, right? She swore a few times, then headed inside, straight for the cashier desk with a can of seven up in one hand *which she owed Dallas* and her other scrunched up, trying to divert her attention from the obvious pain. The cashier smiled at her. “What can I get for you today?” Sage smiled half heartedly to the girl – who was really pretty – long blonde hair, blue eyes; it made Sage super jealous. “Two kid meal things… and, can you do me a favor?” The girl – whose nametag read Samantha, laughed. “Sure, what can I do for you?” Sage breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn’t a bitchy cashier chick – like the fat lunch ladies you see in movies. “I have a friend coming here – really tall, dresses usually in fail gangster clothes… tight pants, usually wears jumpers….” The cashier laughed again, and Sage continued. She placed the seven up on the counter which had a post it note stuck to it, which read ‘Here’s your soda, whinny bitch.’ “When he walks in, yell out ‘Dallas’… and give him this soda.” Samantha had a puzzled look on her face, then glanced at the post it note. “Sure thing.” Sage grinned, quickly said thanks, then took both the meals, left the soda on the counter, before walking to a table on the side – not near a window *so she wouldn’t be in view*, and behind a plastic plant thing.

this is fail. i suck at starters.

[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

It was a pretty apparent thing for anyone who knew Dallas Wells long enough that he liked having friends. Really, the guy loved meeting new people, just because it gave him an oppurtunity to make new friends. To be perfectly honest, it was an off-day when he walked down a hallway somewhere in this school and less than a dozen people said hi to him. Delilah always said it was like walking down the hall with a politician or something, mainly because it seemed like the next likely thing he'd do was shake people's hands and kiss babies' foreheads or something... you get my point. And really, it was honestly just kind of hard not to notice the guy sometimes... he was already freakishly taller than most of the people here. Throw in the obvious fact that he liked to wear exceptionally tight pants, obnoxiously brightly-colored shirts and hoodies and basically... sing out loud sometimes. Logically, he just seemed to be the kind of guy any person wanted to talk to and the thing was, he talked to everyone. Really. Dallas went out of his way to actually be friends with people, but at the end of the day, it was always going to be just Ace and Delilah who would be his best friends until the end of time, really. Or forever. Yeah, pretty much forever. Well... at least until Sage came along. It was practically a given that he and her would be epic friends... they couldn't be anything else. Surely not... in a relationship or anything. God no. Not even close.

Okay, so maybe they kind of had one... but God, it wasn't even really a relationship to begin with. It wasn't like they actually... dated or anything. It was more of either her or Dallas texting the other up, and they'd meet up just to have sex. And they didn't even talk much after. He'd basically just be all So, I'll call you and that was it. He didn't even really ask her out. He saw her in one of those bars and asked her to dance. Then they hooked up. And like how he usually did it with everyone else, it was supposed to be just a 0ne time, one night kind of thing. Only it wasn't, because he ran into her the next day and they hooked up again... and then it just became a regular thing. And fine, maybe it was not something he usually did because he had this insane rule about him not really hooking up with the same person twice and he didn't exactly tell Ace or Delilah about it... but he honestly didn't see the need to. As far as he was concerned, it was a... regular hook-up kind of thing. It was there and it was convenient for him, and that was that. And fine, maybe it does sound harsh when put that way, but he was pretty sure she felt the same way about it too. And it didn't even last long; it was just for the summer and when she disappeared, he didn't even really notice, to be honest. He eventually forgot about her until she showed up out of nowhere a few days ago -- and not for the summer, and they hung out. For the first time since they met, they actually talked. Really talked. She talked about her issues with alcohol and her addiction problems, and he talked about his spastic ADHD issues, and how he was going to school in some asylum... and basically, everything really. It really only just dawned on him that they were better off as friends. Epic friends.

Which was what they were now. Honestly, Sage was the second person Dallas would run to if he had any problems, Delilah of course always being the first. He wouldn't run to Ace because the guy was too caveman to function properly. But yeah, you get what I'm trying to say. And fine, maybe Sage's sudden arrival was kind.. of dramatic. Okay, that was understatement. It was just... pretty much a disaster, really. Delilah had freaked out completely when he told her about his past with Sage, there was this whole insane, stupid girl fighting that quite possibly gave him the worst headache in the history of his life but to cut the story short, everything was fine. Okay, not really. He and Delilah still had their issues that they needed to work out... but he and Sage were good. Because now, they were hanging out again. As epic friends of course. And she owed him two sodas. Ha.

The moment he walked into McDonalds though, and so how the girl behind the counter stared at him, yelled out his name and gave him the soda... he knew something was going on. For awhile, all he could do was stare at the girl, blinking once or twice before asking, "Did I... fuck you before, or something? How do you know my name?" He looked down to his shirt, making sure it didn't say his name or anything then down to the soda, finally reading the note. He didn't know whether to feel amused or annoyed, so he loudly yelled out, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. I am not whiny."

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[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

Being new to Portland, Sage didn’t really know anyone. The only person she knew was Dallas. She was determined to make more friends though. And not step off on the wrong foot like she’d done with Delilah. That was half her fault, as it was Dallas’. Back to the not knowing many people. Sage wasn’t much of a people person when she was… well, her ‘bland self’. It wasn’t that she found it awkward, it was just that she didn’t really have the most ‘I’m a fun person, be my friend’ attitude. The only time she had that attitude was when she was drinking. And she was sure that if she wanted to have real friends, they should know the real her… and the slightly more fake upbeat her. Don’t get her wrong, Sage loved her upbeat self – it was basically what got her into parties and what got people to notice her, it just gets a bit boring. Why couldn’t she just be upbeat without drinking? Was she stupid or something? Was something life threatening wrong with her that she was unable to be a normal eighteen year old. She thought not. Asking Dallas how he does it was a very tempting alternative, but it would be stupid anyway. The dude practically has people… worshipping him. Okay, not literally. But from what she’d seen in the hallways – he was quiet the people person. Dallas knew both sides of her though. Which didn’t bother Sage, because she knew a lot about Dallas. Vice versa between the two. And as many times as she’d said it – they were just friends. And epic friends may I add.

Whatever the two were involved in, wasn’t anything to begin with. Sage did stupid things with people all the time. And the thing with her and Dallas was probably one of the stupidest. She didn’t think it was stupid… but when she thought about it all… it seemed stupid… or at least a really weird fucked up situation to involve yourself in. Most would probably say they used each other. Which was… half true on Sage’s part. Sage… at that time was very much into sex. Kind of like how Dallas was… then and now still kind of is. She thought that it was going to be one of those ‘Let’s have sex-Leave the next morning-Never see each other again’ things – sounds plausible, right? Well… it wasn’t at all like that. They ‘saw’ each other numerous times, kind of like… a day-to-day thing. Dallas and Sage never really talked afterwards though. It was understandable. A bit. You’d only talk if you were in a relationship – which they weren’t. They were in some mildly confusing and screwed up ‘relationship’. What made it even less of a relationship was that soon after it, Sage had to go back for school. So technically, it was kind of like… a summer thing. Nothing that important. She never even thought about it afterwards. Sage went back to Staten, had her numerous flings and then her Mom decided – Hey dude, we’re moving to Portland. It was really only until then that Sage started to remember that summer. The really funny thing was that she couldn’t remember the dude’s name – only what he looked like. So when Sage showed up, it was kind of a surreal moment for her. And probably Dallas, too. They talked, got to really know each other. It was like what you see in movies. When old friends see each other after fifteen years or something along the lines of that.

When her Mom had told her they were moving to Portland, Sage thought that it would be awesome. Meeting up with whoever the dude was (obviously she knows it’s Dallas now), talk and maybe become friends. She just didn’t know the he would be so darn committed to this Delilah chick, and that she would spaz at her. It caught Sage off guard. And it wasn’t that long before she spazzed, too. It was obvious that the whole situation was way out of control. Everyone was fretting, insults were thrown at everyone. Dallas probably had evidently had it the hardest. Sage knew she should’ve stopped the first time. But she just couldn’t . She wasn’t fighting now though. Delilah and her were kind of… mellowed now. It was a relief, honestly. Now she and Dallas could be real friends. It wasn’t awkward – like she kind of had imagined it would’ve been. She just guessed that maybe forgetting about the incident…s, made seeing him now a bit more tolerable. And very… less awkward.

Sage kept an ear out for the cash registers voice. And when she heard the girl, Samantha, shout out Dallas’ name, she almost died. And hearing Dallas’ first reaction to the obvious ‘random’, sent her over the edge. Sage tried to not laugh, honestly. But man. And his second reaction, obviously towards the note, made her laugh in hysterics. “Oh, come on, Dallas!” She shouted back in between her laughing fit. “It’s funny and for your information, you are whiny.” Sage said whilst emerging from her hiding spot. “Thank you,” She mouthed towards the cashier, who smiled politely back at her. “Happy now Mr. I-demand a soda?”


I got the idea in a dream rofl. Don't ask. <3

[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

It was safe to say that this was a first for Dallas, to actually talk again to some girl he slept with some time ago. Usually, he exerted all efforts to avoid her as much as possible, or at least never see her again. And it was usually pretty easy because they were both too drunk to actually remember the other's face. And fine, maybe there were some times that some girls would remember him and immediately ask if he was doing anything that night -- he was probably just that amazing in bed. Ha. -- and he would always politely say no. And because he was just so nice and polite with the way he said it, they almost always never really questioned him why. To be honest he didn't really have a definite reason why he refused to be friends or hang out with or hook up with a girl he once had sex with... except that he thought that being friends was a completely separate thing to casual fucking. And Sage was an obvious exception to that rule but really, it was kind of hard not to be friends with her. When he accidentally ran into her again, he was just about to politely decline her offer to hang out when he sort of realized that maybe it wouldn't hurt to hang out for just a few minutes. Which eventually ended up turning to five hours, for some reason quite beyond him. And the thing was, it just cam really naturally to be friends with her. Sure, they constantly bickered; he called her a pmsing bitch for that annoying fight she had with Delilah, and she called him whiny. Which was pretty lame compared to what he called her... and something he never failed to remind her whenever they argued. But the arguing was just part of their fighting and eighty percent of it was just random things they threw at each other because they couldn't think of anything else to say.

And after that, they just sort of hung out now. Whenever Delilah had class, or Ace was missing, he hung out with her. He kicked her ass in Guitar Hero and called her a bitch for being a sore loser. It was a comfortable and completely... platonic kind of friendship. God, he couldn't even imagine himself being anything else with her. That would just be too weird, especially now that they were friends like this. And it just became some kind of unspoken rule between them that they never talked about their awkward past. He saw no reason why they should. It was a long time ago, and they were both messed up back then. It wasn't something that had to be brought up every now and then. And it was just pretty easy to have a conversation with her. He could talk to her about anything really... but he didn't. Not really. He hadn't talked to her about Delilah yet, just because he knew Sage held grudges, and because he didn't want to burden everyone else with his own personal problems with relationships. God, he never thought he'd even have a problem with relationships and now he was... it was weird how fast things changed for him. He thought he would never see Sage again after that summer, and now they were friends. He supposed things would turn out... great with Delilah, too. He liked to think so most of the time.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes in response the moment he heard her laughing from behind some plant or something. "Fuck you, Sage. I just asked a random stranger if I slept with her before," he said with a playful punch to her shoulder. This was what was great with her... it was just easy to call her names and be mean... because she knew he didn't really mean it. He smiled apologetically at the cashier and quickly looked away before he felt any weirder. "I am not whiny." He snapped at her, before actually taking a sip from the soda. "Thanks, by the way..." He followed her to wherever they were seated and asked loudly, "So bitch... how are you and that new boyfriend of yours? He's my classmate in Spanish, you know. He kind of sucks. No offense."

This is fail. Legit. Srryprettygurl.

[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

Sage didn’t think that Dallas would be interested in the slightest to hang out with her when she ran into him again. Her thoughts theory was that he just didn’t want to. But then her second theory was that he wasn’t the lets-have-a-friendship-even-though-I-fucked-you kind of guy. She knew it was the second one, though. Because only shallow guys would choose the first option, right? Besides, Sage never really expected anything. She never really was the type to expect anything from anyone anyway. Sage always tried to think of it this way: If you go back for seconds… or in her case, 10982387, you looked desperate. Sage was anything but desperate. She probably had enough sex in her life to last a lifetime anyway. She was looking more for a friendship anyway. And it turned out that a friendship was better for them. Anyone that could off hand witness their friendship would say they were made for the just friends factor. They hung out together during spare time, still had their lame guitar hero battles – mind you, Sage was un-co but always liked to say that she let Dallas win. Sure, they fought. Mainly because Sage thought Dallas was a whiny bitch – which he was, in her view anyway. But Sage couldn’t really get angry at Dallas. She couldn’t get angry at anyone unless they pushed her buttons. And the closest Dallas had gotten to pressing her buttons was teasing her about that guy, Chris, whom Dallas thinks Sage has feelings for – and for the record, she doesn’t. Bu besides their immature fighting, guitar hero battles and lame come back jokes, everything was chill between them.

They didn’t really talk though as much as they could. Sure, she’d told him about her drinking, but she hadn’t exactly mentioned anything drug related or why her Mom doesn’t exactly trust her. And in return Dallas hadn’t really mentioned the whole Delilah situation. Sage could tell he genuinely loved Delilah – everyone could. The way he got jealous really easy was just one point. She liked to think that he could talk to her about. Even though they weren’t super doper close, they were close enough to talk about that stuff though, right? Just like how Sage had told Dallas about that Chris dude – the potential stalker… according to that gossip site. Sage didn’t really tell anyone about her drug/drinking problems besides her former therapist. And she only told them because she had to in order to pass the course. And yet her Mom still ceased to believe her. That was fine though. She was fine with her Mom not trusting her that she was being mature and responsible with her actions. Okay, so maybe her actions were sometimes mislead, but she wasn’t some hardcore junky. So really, she had nothing to worry about. Sage didn’t need to be at Fitzgerald, her Mom could stop worrying and stop making her do daily inspections. She wouldn’t though. Her Mom was a very over protective person at times. But, fuck, honestly… was sending her to Fitzgerald going to do anything? No, not really. Because kids still managed to have sex, sneak in drugs and drink. Nothing her Mom didn’t know wouldn’t kill her, right?

She barely even felt his punch to her shoulder. “I barely even felt that one!” She teased and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure she was flattered either way.” It felt right when they were just joking around with each other. Maybe they should’ve mucked around rather than… played around. It felt more natural and it was pretty easy to do, too. Just like the many times they played guitar hero or some other video game, they would curse at each other, make fun if the other one died, or missed a note – they probably should’ve been doing that from the start. But it was good they started now though. Because now they weren’t…. as immature, and it was more fun. Adding to that Dallas always whined, which made teasing him even more fun. “You are too, whiny! You lost Mario cart one time and you didn’t let me stop hearing about it for ages!” Sage didn’t care if people found their conversation way too loud. It was the way they were anyway. “You’re welcome, whiny.” She said with a small grin before snatching his soda and sneaking a sip before handing it back to him. Sage groaned at Dallas’ comment about that Chris dude. “You mean Chris?” They weren’t dating. But Dallas knew how Sage would react, no doubt. “He’s not my boyfriend.” The whole thing between her and Chris wasn't even a thing. He was a stalker. Okay, not really… but still. “How about you and your flashlight, Dallas?” Sage said even louder. “Or have you traded it in for something better?”



<3 It's okay. This is fail anyway. Your's was still good.

[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

Dallas was a pretty friendly guy. Everyone in school knew that. He would make friends with anyone and everyone … as long as they weren’t interested in Delilah, then he liked them. Really, he could sit next to a complete stranger and in five minutes, they would be talking like they had been friends for years. It wasn’t just because he was so friendly that he could walk up to anyone and strike a conversation… the guy just had a lot to say. And fine, maybe some of the things he said didn’t really make any sense sometimes – admittedly, even to him – but he could talk about anything… literally. It was just a matter of him trying to stay on topic for more than five minutes. It took a lot of effort – and alcohol to get him to shut up. But he wasn’t even drinking anymore, since he pretty much promised Delilah he wouldn’t… along with the whole waiting thing. People thought he was insane for making a lot of promises… promises that would be pretty hard to keep but that was the thing with him and promises… he didn’t make them without knowing for sure that he would be able to do. To be honest, he had been let down when it came to promises so many times in his life that he didn’t want to do the same to other people. He was just that much of a nice guy sometimes… maybe too much, because he pretty much let Delilah take advantage of the fact that he was the nicest guy ever and he could never say no to her. Ever. But she didn’t even count because he loved her more than anything or anyone, and even if he wasn’t an inherently nice guy he would still be unable to say no to her. He could say no to everyone else though… Sage included. No, you suck at Guitar Hero. No, I’m better than you. No, I do not whine. The list just went on and on.

To be honest, it was kind of nice to have a friend he constantly bickered with. There were times that he was just tired of being nice and he got to be mean for awhile. Which was why when he was in a bad mood, Dallas could just go over to her and he had an excuse to be mean to everyone. Ha. Haha. But at the end of the day, his friendship with her was great. Even though they didn’t talk much about whatever issues they had – and he didn’t even really want to talk about it, so that was kind of convenient – they played video games and called each other names and… other stuff. It was really hard to picture Sage as anything else but a really good friend and to be honest, he kind of cringed whenever he thought about whatever past they had. Not that the sex was bad or anything… but when he compared all of that to what he had with her now, it was kind of hard to imagine that a long time ago, they were pretty much just using each other for the sex. Now, sex with her was just… creepy and disgusting to think about. She had pretty much become like his sister or something, which automatically made anything even remotely beyond friendship gross.

He rolled his eyes at her. “Bitch. I didn’t even punch you that hard,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the cashier who admittedly, was still staring at them. “I don’t know… maybe I actually have. We were both just too drunk to remember. But I don’t know how she could even forget when I’m like… amazing.” Okay, he was kind of bragging at this point but if we’re being honest here, Dallas really was amazing in bed. He was just good at it… no, not even good. Really, really good. And it was just because he was a whore like that. Ex-whore, thank you very much. He was a one-woman guy now and he actually loved it, believe it or not. Except for the no sex part but he was sure Delilah was going to cave in soon… especially after what they did during Math class. Ha. Haha. “Excuse me, the only reason I lost was because I made you win. You wouldn’t stop complaining that you always lose. So I purposely lost.” Okay, that wasn’t exactly sure. He was actually really bad at Mario Carts, but there was no way in hell he was going to admit that he was bad in a video game and she was actually good at something he should be good at. “Hands off my soda, whore.” He snapped at her, but smiling a bit, just to show that he was kidding. “He’s going to be your boyfriend soon. You two have potential, even if you are like… freakishly taller than him. You secretly like him.” He spoke as though he knew exactly what he was talking about and in his mind, he did. So there. “It’s not a flashlight. It’s a vagina disguised to be a flashlight. I don’t actually fuck a flashlight. God. That would be weird.”

Sorry for the epic delay prettygurl! Muse was dead. D: