the missing piece , sage

[CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH LYDON]

Chris probably thought he was a lot cooler than he actually was…no, scratch the probably, he definitely did. His head was way too big for someone his size…metaphorically, of course. Somehow he drilled it into his head that he was the most charming bastard on earth, that everyone loved him…and that he was better than them all, of course. Because he was. How these thoughts had managed to enter his head was kind of a mystery. It wasn’t like he was some kind of golden boy and his parents told him he was perfection on legs. The most his parents ever said to him was telling him to leave them alone. Maybe it was even because of that…no one else on earth seemed to want him, so he simply convinced himself a million times over that everyone did. And if they didn’t it was only because he was way too good for them. And yet despite that he didn’t really come off as snobby…just stupid, really. Vain, big headed, narcissistic, take your pick. And it was because of all of this that he wasn’t the most likeable guy on earth…and because of this that he never seemed to notice how not-likable he was. The few friends he managed to acquire in Portland used him for his money…as had all of his friends back in LA, really. He was a pathetic excuse for a human being…but in his eyes he was the master of the world, so he was fine, thank you very much. But of course even the ruler of the world got hangovers. Especially when he spent the night before doing shots with some strangers at some bar or another, and going home alone. By choice, thank you very much. Despite the fact that he’d have the occasional one night stand, he wasn’t a man whore or anything like that. Really. At all. He didn’t even have sex with anyone unless he liked them, thank you very much. Even if he only liked them for a night, and only after a few shots of tequila.

And of course it was because of his pounding head ache that he was making his way for star bucks…in his pretty yellow car. That he hadn’t exactly purchased with his own money. And he was pretty sure everyone who saw him driving it thought he was gay, but whatever. It had been fun to steal. No one really understood his reason for stealing cars…boredom. Maybe it was because his real reason was actually attention. Growing up he hadn’t gotten much…attention, at least not from the people he wanted it to. The only people who seemed to give him a second glance were the people his parents paid to look after him. And much like any child he wanted some sort of affection…so if he had to jack a couple cars to get a few words from his parents, so be it. Although that was what had landed himself in this place…so fucking far away from home he could barely breath. And alone, with even less attention than before. No one here knew who he was…at least not as many people who did back home. He was honestly having trouble coping with all of these changes. He wanted nothing more than to get better and go back home, with his “friends” and his old school. Sadly enough apparently he had to get “better” first, and it was hard for him to get better when he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He stole a few cars. So what? He needed something to drive…and it was fun, the rush he got from it. The fact that he could actually do it.

Stepping out of his car he shut the door, his almost child-like hands running over the exterior in an almost loving way before he locked the doors, walking inside star bucks, his head high, as usual. Even away from home he could make it seem like he was the king of the world…even when the place still made him nervous. He just needed some fucking caffeine in his system. And as his head throbbed once more he walked over to the counter, his eyes scanning the menu, not even really taking anything in. Overly priced coffee always confused him…why couldn’t he just order a nice cup of black coffee like any normal human being? And of course he completely ignored the fact that people behind him were getting annoyed by how long he was taking, and pulled out a fifty dollar bill from his wallet. One given to him from his parents bank car. “Just give me some coffee.” He said vaguely. “None of that girly stuff.” Once his large non-girly coffee was in his hand and his fifty was broken into several smaller bills he looked around the place, fully intent on sitting by himself…even though he hated nothing more than being alone. And then something caught his eye. He was almost positive it was…Her. This girl he’d been thinking about a lot lately. Sage, her name was. He didn’t even know why he was bothering with her, other than the fact that she seemed utterly unaffected by his charm. Maybe that was why he found himself walking over to her and sitting down, smiling at her. “Mind if I sit here?” He questioned…although it was probably a little too late to actually ask permission.

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Lyrics , the missing piece - forgive durden
Notes , this is kinda fail. D; sorry.
Credits , me. for everything.

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[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

Before, when Sage was younger, she wasn’t… how she was now. Sage didn’t completely change though. She didn’t start to be a huge bitch, she didn’t think better of herself – she just simply… changed her actions. The thought of drugs and sex use to be repulsive to the then young Sage. Probably because she had to look after her brother and back at Staten, she didn’t really have the… influences, that she did here in Portland. Now being in Portland (and that previous and now very awkward to mention summer), Sage was way different. Sex wasn’t a really huge thing. But the alcohol was. It wasn’t really a surprise that Sage was a bit of an alcoholic. The first time she had alcohol, some random dude had said, and this is a direct quote. ‘I find you hotter when you’re drunk’. When she asked why, the dude just said that she wasn’t as up-tight and had the personality of one thousand Christmas lights. Ever since then, whenever going to a party, Sage made sure that alcohol was in toe. One of her previous therapist said it wasn’t healthy for her to be doing that. She said her drinking habits were that of a forty year old man in the NAVY. Sage ignored her though – just like she did to everyone, including her own Mom who had only the best interest in her health. No matter how many times she said that she’d be fine, her Mom just kept nagging her, telling her to cut back on the drinking. If anything, that just pissed Sage off. Sage hadn’t had a drink in… about 39 hours. That itself was a huge fucking record for her. Okay, now she’s sounding like an alcoholic. She really isn’t though. She doesn’t rely on it like a heroin addict, nor does she steal money for it – it’s basically… a necessity. Something she needs… but doesn’t really… okay. So she was a teeny bit of an addict. Sage could stop if she wanted – but people would just have to find a bright light in her, which was obviously nowhere to be found.

Why was Sage at Starbucks? She didn’t really know herself. Usually she didn’t like coffee, but lately she hadn’t been able to get much sleep. What with the fighting going between her and Delilah – it’d stopped now, but still, sleepless nights always happened when Sage got really pissed off. She just took a taxi there anyway. Starbuck’s usually had a full car park, and really, who would want to park down the street just for coffee? If it was for food – what she most craved, sure. But coffee? Something Sage didn’t really enjoy, walking miles to and from her car was stupid. Even as Sage sat there, with a cup of coffee, untouched, she couldn’t help but wonder how she really got to the loony bin of a school she was currently… ‘attending’. She really wasn’t a full blown addict. So why did her Mom send her to the place? Did she just want to get rid of her – was she ashamed of her? Those thoughts had flowed through her mind countless times, and still did to this very day. God forbid if her Mom was that ashamed of her. Couldn’t she had just sent her to another therapist? That would’ve ‘helped’ her more than this school. No one cared about anyone there – because everyone was the same: fucked up. No one really thought they were better then everyone else. Because our parents/care givers were all under the same false illusion. No one was really sick, except the bulimic kids and stuff, but Sage… Dallas… and heck, Delilah, were more normal than everyone combined. Would that change her Mom’s mind? No. Because Sage had already fought with her about it.

She didn’t pay attention as people walked in and out of the coffee house. Even as people placed their orders, complained about the coffee or screamed at their children to stop playing with their drinks, none of that seemed to have had any type of simple effect on her. It was as if Sage wasn’t really there. The only thing that made her… there, was the burning sensation that the hot – now warm, cup of coffee that was still in tight grip of Sage’s hands. Her hands began to loosen and started tracing around the edge of the cup. Why couldn’t her Mom just let her move back to Staten. In fact, why did they even have to move to Portland? If she hadn’t off come to Portland, things wouldn’t have been so awkward. Forgive her for her emo mood, but lately… she’s been a bit off. And when I say lately, I mean the last 39 hours without alcohol. No one she knew was at Starbucks, which was good. Because at the moment, Sage just really wanted to be alone. Of course if it was Dallas, Sage wouldn’t object – Dallas was always welcome for a talk. But anyone would be politely told to go away. Politely being a quick fuck off. When she heard someone approach, her eyes did this weird drawn-back-to-the-real-world thing and before she knew it, someone was sitting across from her. And it wasn’t a welcome someone. It was Chris. This apparently oh-so-charming dude Sage had talked too through the IM chat room. In fact, it wasn’t even really talk. It was more of… him talking about how he was so charming and Sage trying to get him to gtfo. Of course, she never told him to leave, but she tried to make it obvious that she wasn’t interested. Which, Sage really wasn’t. “Well, I actually do mind considering I’m not really in the mood for people.” She said, trying to make her tone thorough and clear.

Your's was good. But mine is fail alkasus.

[CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH LYDON]

The easiest way to get Christopher’s attention was simple. All you had to do was act like you didn’t really want it. Of course he didn’t have any attention disorders or anything…on the contrary, one thing could hold his attention for a long time. Like learning how to hot wire cars, or even the millions of other things he’d learned about cars…those things were probably going to do him a lot better in life. Like the fact that somewhere along the lines he’d learned how to fix an engine…and okay, he could unlock a door like nobody’s business. Back in LA he’d actually had friends call him up because they’d locked their keys in their car, and he was just that talented. And unlike a lot of guys he didn’t get bored of girls easily…maybe because he didn’t really have all that much luck with them. He wasn’t like some guys…blessed with the tall, dark, handsome thing. Instead he was kind of short, kind of awkward, quite possibly a little…fluffy, if you will. Even though he thought he was ridiculously good looking, with his cute scruff and the fact that he looked like a teddy-bear-muffin-boy, all the girls he was interested in hardly paid him any mind. Including one he’d really only met online. Chris wasn’t one to go around looking for random girls to chat up online, really…but when one magically appeared who was he to say no? Especially one who didn’t seem to want his attention at all…and she intrigued him, in an odd way. She seemed mysterious and yet open at the same time…if that even made any sense. He kind of wanted to figure her out, and at the same time he wanted her to remain a mystery. All he really knew about her was that she was going to Fitzgerald…which meant she probably had something wrong with her. But of course that only made her even more interesting to him. Usually Chris wasn’t one to care about other people…but for some reason he found himself wanting to know more about her. He kind of wanted to know everything about her…not in a stalker-ish way, really. Despite the fact that a lot of his pick-up lines were slightly pathetic, he wasn’t so pathetic as to actually stalk some poor girl. He’d just…keep trying until she finally gave in.

Really, he didn’t even know what he was looking for from her, or what he wanted her to give into. Other than his charm…he honestly didn’t know the girl. At all. He knew her name, her location, the fact that she was pretty…and taller than him, which should have been a turn-off. And the fact that she’d randomly asked him if he thought she looked like a man…which no, she didn’t, thank you very much. And that she seemed kind of…he couldn’t really think of the word for it. Either way she wasn’t interested in him in the least, that much was obvious. Even though he’d thrown his parents around in front of her, and talked about stealing cars, and thought he’d turned on his charm…she seemed to want no part of him. Which of course only made him want every part of her, because he was impossible like that. He wasn’t like most other guys who would just crawl off into bed with anything that gave him a second look, he liked having to work a little bit…and nothing turned him off more than easy-trashy-sluts. Of course he’d have one night stands like anyone else on earth, but only after a couple drinks, when he standards lowered…and he always felt a little weird in the morning. Because the girls were always much less attractive when his eyes weren’t pretty much crossed over and he had total limb control. Of course Chris wasn’t an alcoholic or anything, and he steered away from drugs completely. He was just a normal eighteen year old boy, he liked to party, it was his favorite way to meet new people. And fine, he was lonely here…and he hated nothing more than being lonely. So how better to cure his loneliness than to surround himself by a bunch of strangers and buy himself a couple drinks? And if a pretty girl attached themselves to him, so be it.

And of course when Sage said she didn’t want him there, that she wasn’t in the mood to talk to people…it only made him want to talk to her more. He usually wasn’t the type to go as far as to want to figure people out, but she was an obvious exception. HE was usually too busy worrying about himself, thinking about himself, bragging about himself…to care about other people. But this girl was just intriguing him more and more as the time went on. He didn’t even say anything for a few moments, didn’t acknowledge the fact that she’d so bluntly asked him to get the fuck out, and instead took a drink of his drink, before putting it back down on the table and allowing his eyes to wander over her face. Psh. She didn’t really want him to leave…that much was obvious. At least in his pathetic brain…but maybe he was just that fucking lonely - as per usual - that he would dilute himself to thinking she wanted him to grace her with her company, rather than go sit alone at one of the numerous empty tables…or go join the old lady off in the corner. Although if he needed the latter didn’t sound all that bad. “I don’t think you really want me to leave.” He said, after a few moments of what probably should have been an awkward silence. Shooting her what he liked to think of as his charming smile, and what probably more resembled a five year old trying to get something from his parents, he took another drink of his coffee. Even if this woman didn’t seem to be interested she was good for one thing. Distracting him from his horrid head ache. “So how are you doing today, pretty lady?” And to think he actually thought he was charming. But girls loved compliments, right?


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Tags , sage hunter
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Lyrics , the missing piece - forgive durden
Notes , yours was sexy <3 this might make little to no sense. it's seven AM. ._.
Credits , me. for everything.

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[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

This dude, Sage had already figured out, that he was honestly… not really her type. She wasn’t sure if it was his pub slang pick up lines, or the way he bragged about himself – like he was a really fucking important person. Which he wasn’t. Sage didn’t see what was so special about him anyway. The dude was probably talking himself up in the hopes that she’d pay attention to him. The whole time she just wanted him to go away. That was the honest to god truth. People like Chris kind of annoyed her – regardless of the fact that everyone annoyed her. What made it more annoying was he acted as if… she was a pawn in his game. That’s how it came across anyway. He was saying stuff like ‘You’ll give in.’ Seriously. Who the fuck says that besides someone like Chuck Bass… or that brunette chick… Blair Waldorf? Yeah. Blair. Regardless of the facts, Sage really was not interested. And if she came across as interested, she felt sorry for the guy. Honestly. Sage wasn’t the person to intend to send out mixed messages. And if the guy had some kind of mental disorder, and if she was interfering or causing some kind of… mental defect, the kind that leads him to believe she’s even remotely interested, then she felt more than sorry. But honestly, besides his ass hole factor, he seemed more then sane. So probably it was just his cocky attitude blocking reality from sliding into his thick skull. The guy though… was, and Sage resented even thinking this, he was kind of cute. Only kind of. And as soon as that thought slipped into her mind, she resented even going to the stupid café’. Sage refused to go any further than that one… pity of a thought. If she weren’t in public, she might’ve slapped herself. But hey, why come off more crazy than you already were? Still, the thought of anything with… someone like him was kind of a turn off. One, she didn’t like people flattering themselves. Two, she didn’t like people in general. Three, he used pick up lines on her and four – she wasn’t interested. How simpler could it be, honestly?

Why did he even show interest in her. Sage had only been in Fitzgerald for a while. Barely knew anyone… popular – besides Dallas. Sage wasn’t even on the radar. She stopped thinking about it anyway. She wasn’t interested. All she wanted to do was leave the hell hole, go back to Staten and probably never return to Portland. If the boy still continued with his act, Sage didn’t have a clue how to make it any clearer that she wasn’t interested. Maybe they could be friends. But even that would be impossible. Sage was a picky person – she didn’t like to have friends that pushed her buttons all the time. And it was obvious that any form of a relationship between the two would be impossible. So she didn’t know why he kept trying. Usually if Sage didn’t like a person, she tried to make it clear before she did anything stupid. Like that one dude, who was mind you attractive, but treated women like objects, tried to talk Sage up. Mind you, she was drunk – and when she gets drunk, her actions are misguided. She ended up sleeping with the dude. He was the only person she regretted sleeping with. And ever since then she’s always watching her actions. And if she didn’t come off clear enough, she kept repeating herself until the dude got the message. That’s what she planned to do with this Chris dude. She wasn’t going to make conversation. She was just going to be blunt about the idea, in the hopes that he would finally get the picture.

Of course he hadn’t of left. Sage swore under her breath and looked outside the window, trying to ignore his presence. She really was in no mood for whatever shit he had to say to her. Honestly. She just wanted some alone time and bam. Out comes her favorite person. Her hands clenched the mug again, which now felt luke warm against her semi-cold skin. Sage didn’t bother to drink the coffee now, so she just pushed it aside and rested her chin on her hand. Even as she was looking out the window, she could feel his gaze on her face. Why he was looking at her, she didn’t know. But it just made it even more awkward. And as the bland Sage did when she found situations awkward, her skin heated up and she awkwardly cleared her throat. It was really awkward. She didn’t even know the kid and he was staring at her. That’s all Sage knew. That – practically a stranger, was staring at her. If Sage ever told Dallas this… he wouldn’t let her live through it. He was giving her shit about it the other day. But as per usual, she would tell Dallas – that he’s now officially higher than a weird kid. He’s also freaky too. In a non-offensive way though. His comment got her to come out of her trance. She tilted her head slightly. “Why would you think that?” She said, more bluntly then before. “…Is nothing clear? Is the fact that I’m not really interested clear?” Her gaze went back to the window. Nothing remotely interesting out there. A few people walking the streets, a few cars driving by. Other than that – nothing to capture Sage’s attention. But his whole, pretty lady comment did. “That’s a stand up from hey gurl.” Sage joked in all seriousness. “Do you want the truth… or for me to lie to you?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think you’ll prefer the lie rather than the truth. Just saying.”


Probably makes no sense. I think I repeated myself. The words wouldn't come out right XD

[CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH LYDON]

Chris kind of wished he could be the kind of person that only a mother loved…because then at least his own mother would love him. When he was drunk, like really drunk, the first thing he did was start crying about how his mommy didn’t love him. Which was probably highly entertaining to some, but quite embarrassing to him, especially when people reminded him of it the next day. He definitely wasn’t the funnest guy to be around when he was drunk. Okay, the first few drinks were pretty funny. When all he’d do was shoot off at the mouth and show off the fact that he could do hand stands (no he couldn’t, but sometimes he liked to think he could), but once he was to the point where he was just a whiny bitch it was only fun for people who weren’t him. He wasn’t even the kind of guy who just got really horny and started hitting on anything that shaked their ass in his face. When he did end up with the occasional hook-up when he was drunk, he pretty much just wined to the girl about how pathetic his life was until she shut him up with the only way she could think of. Ha. He was really just too pathetic in too many ways to count. Despite the fact that he didn’t fear commitment, and actually liked being in a relationship, he had only been in, like, three in his life. And none of them were all that fabulous, really. His first he’d only been like thirteen, still a sad little virgin boy, and pretty innocent. He’d kind of led a sheltered life style…unless you count the fact that he started stealing his dad’s porn when he was fourteen. That particular lady had lasted a week then left him because she was leaving LA. He’d been heart broken for three months until he discovered his first playboy magazine, which somehow mended his broken heart. And then there was his slightly more mature relationship at the age of fifteen, when he had his first real date…and lost his virginity. That time he’d left her after nearly a year of dating because there were some photos passed around the school of her getting it on with his best friend. So in that relationship he lost both his best friend and his girlfriend…and shortly after he’d started stealing cars, but when asked the two had nothing to do with each other. And then there was his last relationship, which had been much like his first only he wasn’t a virgin by far. They’d dated for roughly a month…and then his parents sent him to this hell hole right when he was really starting to like her. But of course he’d obviously quickly gotten over her…she hadn’t been that special to begin with.

Chris was a fairly happy person, though. Which was why he really only whined about his life when he was drunk…a couple bottles of gin seemed to turn him from overly-happy, overly-oblivious to sad-and-even-more-obnoxious-than-he-was-sober. But he really wasn’t one to complain much when he was sober…maybe because he was always the optimist, always saying things were going to turn in his favor, that people were going to warm up to him…that girls who seemed to have no interest in him were going to fall under his charm. But he was also an extremely…persuasive guy. And at the moment he was firmly convinced that his only reason for living was to get this girl, despite the fact that such a goal was extremely pathetic. But Chris never really claimed to be anything but. On the contrary, when called as much he’d just shrug his shoulders and smile…like the charmer he liked to think he was.

This particular girl was obviously just taking her own sweet time warming up to him. Which only intrigued him more. If he were smart he would have left her alone…since they were attending a school for completely insane people, and any moment she could snap and try to kill him, or something along those lines. Then again, he never claimed to be the brightest bulb in the factory. That was probably the one thing he didn’t say to stroke his overly large ego. And of course instead of easing away and leaving, like any normal person would be doing with a possibly insane person, he just kind of made it a goal of his to make her warm up to him. Her goals were simple. Get the hell out of this place….and now, a newly added one, get this girl to like him. How he wanted her to like him he was unsure. He wasn’t even really sure of why he did…but it didn’t even really matter. As she pointed out once more that she wasn’t interested he merely shrugged his shoulders in an off-handed way. “You’re not interested…yet. Give it some time. My charm is bound to work.” That much he was sure of. Kind of. With any other girl he would have been absolutely sure…but most girls were a lot easier than her. And most girls were impressed by his parents…and she wasn’t. Which admittedly he liked…it was kind of refreshing…but at the same time it was highly annoying. A bit of a laugh escaped his mouth as she said that his comment was a step up from his former ones…which she was right about, he was pretty sure. Still, he made a mental note that she reacted better to cheap flattery than just trashy comments. For a moment he looked thoughtful, as though trying to decide if he actually wanted to hear the truth…and then smiled at her. “I think I can handle the truth.” He replied seriously, his fingers tracing patterns on the table absentmindedly. “It can’t possibly be that bad. Probably not even half as bad as my killer hang over.” The sad thing was he was trying to impress her…she’d said she liked partying, right? And guitar hero…which he kind of failed at, but he wasn’t as bad as some people. And he openly admitted that he sucked. He was more of a Mario Kart kind of guy.

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Lyrics , the missing piece - forgive durden
Notes , i ramble far too much. jsyk. haha.
Credits , me. for everything.

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[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

The closest thing that Sage had gotten to a fully functional relationship was when she was sixteen. No joke. She went out with this guy named Nick. He was a bit of a sweet heart, but had a really bad reputation when it came to cheating. He was the kind of guy that found it hard to keep it in his pants. Sage tried her best to divert his attention by wearing skanky clothes, proposing sex every night – and yet the bastard still cheated. When Sage found out, it really hit her hard. She’d tried so hard to not lose him. It wasn’t really love, she wasn’t head over heals for him. She just didn’t want to look like an idiot. Which she did in the end. People didn’t stop gossiping about it for ages. It was the most embarrassing thing Sage had ever been through. Having everyone talk about how your boyfriend cheated on you, having people say ‘I told you so’ – yeah, you get the idea. Naturally Sage wouldn’t have been able to stand in a relationship without leaning on the other person. That being said, she couldn’t ever do… couple stuff. Romantic dinners never happened mostly because that wasn’t really her style. And with Nick, his sweet heart moments consisted of staying at his Mom’s bachelorette pad for a weekend, getting drunk and partying with people twice their age. Not that she didn’t mind the partying and drinking, but as proven by her dislike to Chris, bachelorette pads in Manhattan weren’t her thing. Sage never grew up with that kind of lifestyle. Her dislike to rich people wasn’t because of that though. Sage just hated how they all seemed to flaunt their money, fancy cars and plastic surgery jobs. It was like… she was Jenny Humphrey… kind of. Not in the sense that she wanted to be someone, but the fact that she really had to work hard for anything she wanted. Her Mom never had the money to send her to fancy schools or to dine out like a proper family. Most of their money went to paying rent, getting groceries and making sure that she and her brother, Zac, had the most common necessities to pass school and get a functional education. That was fine with Sage though. She didn’t need all those fancy things. She was fine with clothes from Wal-Mart, paper bag lunches and cheap toys from places like the Salvation Army. It’s how she was raised. And when you’ve been use to the same customs for eighteen years, it’s all you really know. She had nothing to complain about. Sure people had teased her when she was in the lower grades, and sure she didn’t have many friends – this probably contributed to her lack-of-an-out-there-personality, but she was happy. Sage was never depressed, so that couldn’t have started this new… lifestyle. But if someone was to ask her why she started drinking, her answer would be: I don’t know.

Her drinking habit was pretty much as closed topic. Only a few people knew about it. And the only person at Fitzgerald that knew about it was Dallas. The closest she’d gone to mentioning her habit was when Chris had asked her what her interest were. She’d answered with partying and drinking. Sage didn’t mention that her drinking was more frequent than a weekend party here and there. And she wasn’t sure she would. In her mind, Sage thought rich people had the tendency to judge people. It always happened on Gossip Girl anyway. How they always gossiped and picked on the littlest thing wrong with a person. She didn’t see why Chris wouldn’t be any different. But then again, maybe he was. Considering the fact he openly said he liked to steal cars, maybe he wouldn’t judge her. Still, Sage couldn’t be to sure. What if he became really popular and told everyone her habit. Surely no one would stoop that low. Sage wasn’t ashamed of her drinking though. So she really had nothing to worry about. She just didn’t want to go through a long period of shame again. It would be the Nick drama all over again.

Sage didn’t see herself liking Chris anytime soon. Everything that seemed to have come out of his mouth seemed so… overly confident. It all came across as overly cocky in all honesty. She could give the guy a chance – if she wanted too. Right now thought she just wanted him to go away. Honestly, what was his deal anything? Did he get some kind of sick pleasure from seeing her get a bit angry? Or was it a game he played with every other girl? Annoy the hell out of them, pester them… god. It really did seem like a big game. And it was a game Sage didn’t want to play. If she had to leave the table herself she would. Some people might’ve considered that t be rude, but oh well. If she had to be rude to get the guy to understand she wanted no part of him, then she would. Guilt would subside, wouldn’t it? Her head rested lightly in her hands and she tried to look as if she weren’t paying attention. When she kind of was. Sage wanted to be on guard just in case he said anything… stupid. The annoyance of having him talking to her rose again and this time she just laughed. “You’re right. Oh gosh, Chris, I’ve fallen for you hard.” She rolled her eyes and looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m really not interested and probably never will be.” If Chris had thought that flaunting his rich ass would impress her in the slightest, he was obviously wrong and needed to get to know Sage a little better. She couldn’t have cared less if he was the richest man on Earth. Sage still wouldn’t have given him the time of day, that was for sure. “Your choice.” She leant forward slightly. “I haven’t had a drink yet, so I came here to… get closure, I suppose.” Sage thought about what she was saying but didn’t give it a second thought. She leant back into her seat and stared out the window for what felt like ages, then looked back at Chris. “And then to my not so pleasure, you come here and remind me that I’m still in this world. So I’m pretty much pissed off.” Sage smiled, not caring how crazy she came across. She could’ve been more brutal. And besides, half of that was a lie. She wasn’t pissed off – just bothered. “How’re you now?”



Probably makes zero sense. And your rambling is contagious.

[CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH LYDON]

Compared to the majority of his family, his old friends, and people he knew, Chris was like the king of the non judging breakfast club. How could he not be when he got his kicks from stealing cars from rich old men going through their mid life crisis? His parents probably didn’t have much room to talk either. He was pretty sure his father was secretly a stoner, it was probably the only way he could take talking to a bunch of stuck-up musician snobs even though he was one of them, and his mother started every morning out with a glass of vodka. Not to mention the fact that their relationship wasn’t even fully functioning by this point in time, even Christopher knew that. So who was he to judge the way anyone lived? While he wasn’t’ a big fan of drugs, he wasn’t a jerk who judged people addicted to them…it was an addiction. Like smoking, drinking, or stealing random cars. Ha. Chris really didn’t have any actual addictions…while he liked to party and drink like any normal eighteen year old boy, he didn’t usually go overboard with it. Usually just on the weekends, or when he heard about a good party. Admittedly he partied a lot more back in California…because it was kind of hard not to party, living in the heart of LA. And partying was really the best way to make friends these days. You go to school and sit in class and make none, but when you do a couple shots of tequila or play an epic game of quarters you get people throwing their phone numbers at you. The only bad thing about this was the fact that Chris seldom liked people he liked when he was drunk once he was sober. He tended to find them annoying, or stupid, or just…not as fun as they were drunk. Or he found the girls slutty and dumb and not worth his time.

This girl was kind of confusing, he couldn’t help but note…but in a good way, oddly enough. Or maybe he was just overly confident in thinking that she was acting like she didn’t enjoy his company, but really did. She didn’t seem like she had many friends…she wasn’t exactly surrounded by a group of people at the moment, was she? And he didn’t have many friends yet either…so as far as he was concerned they were perfect for each other. And he was pretty sure every girl on earth with a limit amount of friends, sitting alone in a coffee shop would secretly be glad if he decided to sit down and chat her up. But once again, that was probably just him being a cocky bastard. Truthfully he wasn’t usually this…bad with other people. Despite his obvious cockiness, that usually got on peoples nerves, he usually knew how to take a hint. If someone asked him to leave them alone he’d drop the conversation and let them go on with their life, finding someone else to harass. But he really just wanted to figure her out…and he was sure that she’d like him if she gave him a chance. And fine, he liked her. He barely knew her or anything, but he liked her. She wasn’t like most other girls, she wasn’t fawning over him because of his money or the credit card in his pocket, or the fact that only six months ago his father had released some big album. It was refreshing…some would find it annoying, he found it to be the opposite. And she was kind of funny, even if she was probably trying to be rude or something. He let out a loud laugh, shaking his head and smirking. “Ah ha! I knew it. I’m irresistible.” While his voice had been serious only moments earlier it was now teasing as he wiggled his eyebrows at her in a mockingly suggestive way. And of course he wasn’t even falling for her obviously pretending she wasn’t paying attention…he happened to know he wasn’t that easy to ignore. He made sure of it. And of course he completely brushed off her saying that she wasn’t interested, and shrugged his shoulders…because he was pretty sure even if she wasn’t, which was unlikely, she soon would be. Her comment about the drink confused him slightly, however…it was early, should she be drinking so early? It kind of concerned him, for some reason that was quite beyond him. His lips turned down in a frown and he looked thoughtful for a moment. Was it any of his business? Probably not. “You shouldn’t be drinking so early.” He said simply, not wanting to seem like a judgmental asshole. He really wasn’t. Not like the rest of his family, at least not to their degree. The smirk reappeared on his face as he went on to say that she was pissed…for some reason he highly doubted that. This woman was sending him some mixed messages. She seemed slightly friendly…and even went as far as to ask how he was doing. Definitely not pissed off. “I’m fairly good. I have a horrible hang over, my head is pounding, but you’re doing a good job of distracting me. The only down side is there’s this amazing girl I keep trying to talk to and she just doesn’t seem interested in me. It’s kind of sad.” See? Charming.

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Lyrics , the missing piece - forgive durden
Notes , a bit less ramble, yay <3 hahah
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[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

Sage’s partying was never really a problem as much as it was her drinking. Her Mom had even said that it was okay if she went to party’s on the weekends or went to club openings with her friends. She didn’t understand why drinking would be a problem and not partying considering she partied as much as she drank. Sage ever really only drank at parties. She was never allowed to drink at her house – those were her Mom’s specific rules. That didn’t really stop her though. She use to sneak drinks in all the time. Her hiding places? Cleaning supplies cupboard. Her Mom never really cleaned the house, that was one of Sage’s chores. So her not cleaning meant she’d never have to look in there. After a while though she stopped hiding drinks and brought them in, showed her Mom, and drank them in her room. Her Mom kind of gave up after that. Sage’s Grandma use to call her Mom a bad parent – just because she openly knew that she was drinking. Her Mom wasn’t that much off a bad parent… or a good parent. Okay, for a while, sure, Sage was left to look after her brother – but only because she had to. Her Mom was working two jobs – she barely had enough time to do anything family related. Sage just told her Grandma straight out that her Mom tried to stop her drinking – and for the first and last time, she admittedly said she had a bit of an addiction. She did the whole thing a junky would do – promise to stop drinking, go see a therapist ect. The therapist thing she did; numerous times. But the whole stop drinking thing was never accomplished nor tried. From then on her Grandma didn’t say another word though. Which was a huge fucking relief. As much as she loved her Grandma, she was probably the most nagging person ever. Even Sage’s Mom said that when she was a kid, she use to give her the sex talk every day. She’d even went as far as to take her to the doctors and get pregnancy and std tests once. Sage thanked the heaven’s her Mom wasn’t like that.

Usually, Sage would’ve just left the table as soon as he said one of his pick up type lines. But something was honestly keeping her there. Okay, so even if she was staying, she still wasn’t exactly giving him the time of day. She was trying to make her responses clear, quick cut and… bold. Coming off as an idiot with something she’d say to Dallas wasn’t good enough. She thought her responses were good enough. Sage was pretty sure everything she said was sounding stupid, regardless of how much time and thought she put into every detailed word. And honestly, she really did put a lot of thought into what she said. Everything he seemed to have said sounded hopeful, and she just wanted her responses to sound… you’re-not-getting-any. Makes no sense, I know. But you get the picture: She’s not interested in the slightest. Something dawned on Sage’s mind. Why hadn’t he given up? Don’t guys, once they get rejected give you a few quick you-want-me lines, then leave and brag about how much of a slut you are anyway? Why wasn’t he doing that. Going to people and saying ‘She wasn’t worth it’. Most guys would’ve done that by now and not stay and make conversation. It was rare… but at the same time, Sage kind of liked it. Regardless of that, she still wasn’t even remotely interested. No matter how many times he said he was rich, or cute or charming, Sage would not swoon over him. Sage couldn’t help but laugh at his whole irresistible comment. How could he make those comments in public without the fear of humiliation? Wasn’t he worried that someone would like, laugh at his obvious cockiness. If Sage were a person nearby, she would’ve. Her eyes were now glued to the window again. For probably the tenth time in the last minute. And this time she was looking away because she was getting a really awkward feeling in her stomach. She passed it off as the stench of coffee though. She looked back at his comment about the drinking. Okay… no lecture. That was a good sign. She was sure that he was going to say something really cocky. You know, something that probably his rich ass parents would’ve said. Or at least give her shit about it. That’s what normal people would do, right? Call her an addict, or a street whore. Heck, maybe even say something like ‘Do you do crack, too?’ “Happy hour is from four to six.” She commented simply, not caring if she really did sound like an addict now. Mixed messages? Probably. Did she really care? Not really. At his comment of having a serious hang over, Sage grabbed a white pill from her front dress pocket. “Take this. Soothes like a charm.” She pushed the pill towards him then put her hands awkwardly in her lap. The pill really was for headaches though. Nothing suspicious. “…Why don’t you leave the girl alone then? Maybe she’s not interested for a reason?” Sage wasn’t stupid. She knew Chris was talking about her. She hoped that maybe this would make him understand.




Idek. I think this is shit. /Vent

[CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH LYDON]

Despite what many people thought when he told people about his parents, about their money, about where he grew up, he knew nothing of maternal affection, or even love. His parents had spent a majority of their time in their offices working, out drinking, or even fighting…but due to the fact that he’d lived in a large place it had been easy to escape the yelling. By the time he was fourteen they had literally gotten to the point where they were sleeping in separate bedrooms, probably only in the same room long enough to have sex and call it a day. If even that. But of course he didn’t blame his parents for being the little slightly fucked up right boy he was today…maybe just the rich part. Even if he probably could have. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how to care or anything…he did, actually. He just acted like an uncaring douche a lot because he hardly found people worth actual affection. He truthfully thought he was better than most people, that a majority of people were hardly worth his time. He really wasn’t that bad of an upper class snob, but he happened to think he was better than most people…and he wasn’t afraid to say it, either. He wasn’t afraid to say anything, really. Christopher’s social filter was pretty much non existent. But he was well aware that everything else wrong with him - mainly the stealing - was not because of his parents. It wasn’t their fault that he craved attention…it was just their fault that they refused to give it to him. Really, the attention he got from everyone else didn’t even matter. He just wanted his parents to give him a look, scold him, tell him what he was doing was wrong…instead of just sending him off to some school. All the attention he got from numerous other people didn’t even matter to him at this point in time…except for the attention he got from this Sage girl.

Or rather lack of attention. But he was determined to get some…no, not like that, just for her to give him a second glance. God. And it was already kind of working…which didn’t surprise him because A) he was a cocky bastard and B) he liked to think he wasn’t that easy to ignore. If he was she’d just walk away or stop talking to him, and she was doing neither. And he knew perfectly well he was probably wasting his breath, and his time, and he barely knew her…certainly not enough to know if she was worth his time. Though he didn’t exactly take his time to know people before deciding they weren’t worth his time, so why do the opposite? And he was definitely reading all these little signs wrong, like the fact that she wasn’t punching him in the face, or walking away, or anything like that. And any other guy on earth would tell him to forget about it, because she didn’t seem interested. No, she probably wasn’t even interested…she told him repeatedly to forget about her and leave to alone, and so on and so forth, but of course he was either to ignorant or just didn’t care. Or maybe he really thought his so-called charm was going to help him out in this particular situation. Or maybe a little of both. And in his little mind he could already see her starting to bend…or at least she wasn’t exactly telling him to leave anymore, and she didn’t seem all that annoyed. A few more cheesy comments and he was pretty sure he’d be in…but of course he was just being always the optimist. And she’d laughed at something he said…that was a good sign, right? Girls liked funny guys, right? Although…she was probably laughing at him, not with him. Either way it made him smirk a little bit. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her face once more as she looked out the window…wondering what she was thinking about…and noting that she was pretty. But he’d already noted that about a million times. It was hard for anyone not to, he imagined. And while he might have lectured some people about their drinking, he just shrugged at the happy hour comment. It was none of his business…really. Even if he couldn’t help but feel concern…but now he kind of had a feeling as to why she was here. As a pill was placed in front of him he couldn’t help but look at it warily…she really didn’t strike him as a drug addict, but he didn’t want to get into any of that. Even if it was for a pretty girl. He didn’t need another reason to be kept ransom by this school. But at the same time he trusted her…so he just shot her a bit of a smirk and jokingly said “If you try to take advantage of me my parents will sue you,” Before popping the pill in his mouth and washing it down with his coffee, hoping it worked, even though she was doing a nice job of distracting him from the pounding in his head. A small sigh left his lips as she suggested he leave the girl alone and he rolled his eyes. “Besides the fact that the girl doesn’t really want to be left alone?” He asked, in a teasing way. “Because I like her, I guess. Even though I don’t really know her all that well. Yet.”

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Lyrics , the missing piece - forgive durden
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[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

If Chris didn’t act like a… well, a Chris, Sage probably would’ve been a bit nicer to him. She was being nice though. But she would’ve been… nice. As in, not give him the talking back and not being so… over protective of herself. Sure, he seemed like an… okay, person. Maybe deep down he was nice. She didn’t know why his comments weren’t flattering too her. Aside from her dislike to rich people, usually comments like his would make her cave and she’d immediately let him in. But she wasn’t. Most people that knew Sage would know that her barrier wouldn’t stay up for long – that she’d cave sooner or later. But she was determined to prove those nonexistent people wrong. If she had to tell herself over and over to not give in, to not let his comments get to her she would. As much as she probably seemed interesting to him, Chris had a type of vibe Sage wanted to explore, too. She didn’t know much about him from what he’d said. Sage actually really wanted to know if he was a genuine nice guy. She’d never admit it, but hey, a girl could wonder, right? Wondering was probably the best idea anyway. She decided that if she figured out stuff about him from a distant, that it wouldn’t be as noticeable opposed to asking him questions. This whole situation was confusing. Sage was confusing herself with wanting to know him, not wanting to know him and to have no part in whatever he was doing. But as the time grew on, Sage found herself wondering more and more about Chris. He’d openly said that he stole cars. He broke into them and stole the cars as a so called hobby. There had to be more to that then a hobby, right? She knew most people had a motive behind hobby’s. Had he seen his Dad do it? Or was he just a really fucked up person who thought stealing cars was cool? Those were just few of the questions Sage wanted answers too. And she was going to find out more about him even if she had to like get it from a private detective. Okay, she wasn’t that determined. But you get the idea.

When Sage started to focus more on her thoughts, she wasn’t aware that she was becoming more comfortable with the situation. Before she was rigid, and glancing out of the window in hopes he’d leave her alone. But now she was more… relaxed, and her perplexed thoughts about how cocky and obnoxious he was seemed to have subsided. Mainly because she knew that ever human being had a sole and not everyone’s had to be bad, right? If it was though, she’d tell him to fuck off. Simple as that. But, she had to kind of give the guy a chance to at least get a decent conversation. She still wasn’t interested though. Maybe she was leaning towards a friendship, but even friendship seemed farfetched. Anything at the moment seemed farfetched – she hadn’t forgotten his pickup lines. At least he hadn’t continued on after her whole happy hour comment. That was a genuine good guy sign? At least he wasn’t nagging her about it, kind of like some guys had. Dallas tried to nag her about it, but she told him that he shouldn’t nag her when he was practically – at the time, a man sleaze. When she handed the pill to him, he’d given her a kind of look. And something struck her a bit, and she waited for the whole drug speech, but he hadn’t said a thing. It wasn’t like she handed out shady drugs to people. She didn’t make profit of any sort. Those pills were honestly just for her own use. But she felt like being nice, and it was only a small Tylenol type pill – nothing harmful and nothing to fret about. If she were to sell anything it would be vodka. Because boy did she have more than a few bottles – and big bottles may I add. And a lot off people at parties came to her for their drinks. Most of the time Sage was willing to give them a bit; But sometimes she politely – at times, rudely, told them she didn’t want to ‘waste it’. Most knew she had more than three huge bottles so there really was no wasting her vodka. Sage grinned slightly at his whole advantage taking joke and decided to add a not so funny in her point of view joke, too. “I’d only take advantage of you if you were drunk. And probably only in your dreams anyway.” Perverted and a bit weird – nothing like what Sage would’ve said to Chris. But as said and noted before, she was becoming more relaxed as the minutes past – and she hadn’t even had a single drink yet! Sage mocked him and rolled her eyes, too. “What if it’s really you who doesn’t want to be left alone?” She raised her eyebrows and teased him back. Not oblivious to his teasing as he apparently wasn’t to hers. “Well,” She started. “Get to know her. Maybe there’s a few things that might drive you away from her?” She smiled, then shrugged. "Or maybe when you find out about who she really is, you'll decide that she isn't as great as you thought she was?" Tough break for Sage if he judged her that much. She wasn't that much of a bad person. So not much to drive him that far away.





Your's was good. This is fail I think.

[CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH LYDON]

Good proof that Chris wasn’t as judgmental as his parents, their friends, or anyone he had known back from LA was the fact that he stole cars as a hobby. And of course there was his best friend...who stole more than just cars, and wouldn’t even explain his reasons for doing so. Although Chris hardly explained himself either so it all worked out. Add to it that his best friend was actually a drug dealer and if you took a few moments to question about it, you’d know he wasn’t really one to judge. Of course his friend actually didn’t do the drugs…he literally just sold them for money, which Chris couldn’t understand, due to his rich family, but at the same time he could empathize with the guy. He’d probably never be able to understand people without much money, because even after he was all grown up he’d have a trust fund with his name on it…but sometimes he wished he could trade places with Felix, or someone like him. All he really wanted in his life was a family who actually cared about him…and most people who actually had that just wanted money, or love or something. And while love was a plus, and money was something he was used to, he didn’t really need either. Okay, maybe if he ended up bankrupt he’d realize how much he’d depended upon money…but whatever. For now he’d just be happy if his mother gave him a hug once in a while.

Despite the fact that Chris was the first to admit that he was horrible at reading signs, telling what was going on with people, reading their moods…he could slowly feel this girl’s barrier going down. Of course it was only to be expected…his charm worked on everyone. Or at least he liked to think so. And of course he completely blocked the millions of times girls had spilled their drinks on him, when he hit on them drunkenly. Thought if the first thing he said was that he was a rich bastard he usually got quite the opposite of a spilled drink all over his top. He was admittedly quite surprised that this feisty little girl had yet to spill any sort of drink on him…and quite glad since the only drink around was his coffee and that would probably hurt more than a little bit. Although it would definitely be a new experience…he’d yet to have hot coffee spilled on him. And with his good luck of late he could just see it landing in his lap…which probably should have made him want to cool it down with his so-called “charm”, but in his mind it was working…so while he wasn’t exactly going to turn it up a notch, he wasn’t going to turn it off either. And she was obviously quite warmed up to him already…she’d laughed at some of his jokes, even if there was a possibility that she was laughing more at him than the jokes. And she’d offered him a pill for his head ache…and while he’d been suspicious for half a second, it wasn’t exactly doing anything to him, so he was pretty sure he was safe. And hopefully would soon be head ache free. Not to mention the fact that she was no longer asking him to get the fuck out or anything…or leaving for herself, which was definitely an upside. Only unlike most men he wasn’t quickly boring of her because she was becoming easier, no longer that much of a challenge…if anything the fact that he was seeing her relax right before his eyes made him only want to get to know her more. Now that he was starting to see she wasn’t just some kind of bitch, or something, which had initially been his reaction of her. “I wouldn’t even mind you taking advantage of me. So I guess it technically wouldn’t be taking advantage.” He joked lightly, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive way. “But I’ll keep the drunk thing in mind. I actually stuck at holding my liquor.” That much was the truth…and he’d openly admit it. Which was why he never lasted that long partying before his friend Felix was dragging him out of wherever they were gracing with their presence by his hair. They’d once even got so drunk that the two shared a short kiss…because some chicks they were hitting on said it would be sexy. But they didn’t exactly speak of that any more. And the truth was? It really was him who didn’t want to be left alone. Other than Felix, his best friend since hw as fifteen…he had pretty much no friends here. And she was the only person he’d actually brought himself to try and speak to…so far. But of course he couldn’t admit that…and sound like a total pansy. So instead he just smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders, trying to be mysterious, but most likely failing. “I really don’t think there’s much that could drive me away from her at this point.” He said bluntly, looking her right in the eye and smiling sweetly. “I’m really not as bad as you…or most people think.” He said offhandedly, taking another sip of his drink before setting it back down on the table and looking around. “hey, want to hold hands?” He didn’t even know why he asked it…other than that he saw her hand and it looked nice to hold. He honestly couldn’t even begin to understand his motives as he smiled at her and honestly expected nothing but rejection. Because that was pretty much all he was getting from her so far.

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Lyrics , the missing piece - forgive durden
Notes , <33
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[SAGE KEELY HUNTER]

Sage wasn’t much of a major dependent person. Sure she wanted people to like her and wanted more friends, but she didn’t really depend on having a ton of friends. She was perfectly fine with one or two friends here and there, and that was how she preferred it anyway. If everyone at Fitzgerald hated her or if Delilah decided to take Dallas away from all his friends, it honestly wouldn’t bother Sage that much. Sure it would peeve her off, but it wasn’t like one of those The Hills episodes where you see that blond Heidi shitting herself because someone stole her best friend. On the inside Sage might act like Heidi, but growing up in a world where you don’t really have much to be dependent on… doesn’t really leave much reason to act like a spoiled brat. If anything Sage was more dependent on people. In relationships, ‘friendships’ and even group session things. Real dependent when it came to relationships. That’s why Sage hoped that Chris wouldn’t keep going at her because really, if they ended up having any form of… distant relationship, it’d either end up in disaster or it would be mildly regretted on both halves. She couldn’t hold up relationships anyway. She hadn’t even had one before. Her and Dallas were far from a relationship. What if she and Chris just ended up like her and Dallas? It was plausible, right? He wasn’t that much of a turn off in the looks… and he was kind of funny, Sage had to admit that. And the only form of a real relationship Sage could see between them is if he offered sex and she took it. Even that seemed farfetched. They didn’t know much about each other. Then again, neither did her and Dallas. There’s room for improvement, right?

It wasn’t that Chris’s so called charm was working on Sage. It was honestly just her conscience saying give the guy a chance. But even if she was giving him a chance, Sage was finding it easier to be herself now that he wasn’t really even trying with the whole bar pick up lines. Usually when guys hit on Sage in bars, she had to be drunk or at least have had a bit of vodka in her to give them the time of day. If she wasn’t in the hands of vodka, Sage would tell them to go away and find their group of horny male friends, find a playboy magazine and jerk to that. And that was as polite as she’d be. The main reason non-hyped-Sage was rude towards men at bars was because most of them were sleazes, looking for someone to cheat with on their wife. As flattering as it was to have guys hitting on her and as pleasant as sex was, normal-bland-Sage, was nothing like that. Chris didn’t really seem like one of those sleaze guys though. Sure he seemed like… a unique person, but he was defiantly far from a sleaze. He wasn’t calling her sexy, wasn’t complementing her looks too much and wasn’t staring at her boobs – which was the first thing sleazes would do, right? Sage kind of liked that about him. Even though he had his pick up lines, cocky attitude and his bragging self, it was nice to have a conversation with a boy who wasn’t interested in sex. She wasn’t sure what his plans were with her though. He clearly showed some interest in her, which Sage hadn’t really shown until now. She tried to mask it over with checking her cell phone, playing with the ring on her finger; yet she was pretty sure it was just coming across as awkward so she stopped immediately. If she came across as awkward that might make him think she was flattered, right? Mixed signals were the last this whole thing needed. And they weren’t exactly what Sage wanted to be sending anyway. Okay, maybe he was just interested in sex – well, that’s what his comment had suggested. She just shrugged her shoulders which was a bad idea because that relaxed her. “Talk to the other Sage if you’re really just interested in sex.” Probably bitchy of her to say that, but really, if that’s all he wanted, he probably should gtfo. “Oh really now?” Sage said and raised her eyebrows at his drinking comment. She hadn’t pictured him that much of a drinker. Okay, she had, but she didn’t expect him to really admit it. She knew he was a party dude, but Sage didn’t know how much of a partier he was. Sage wouldn’t mind experiencing his partying firsthand though. Maybe they could be friends. Maybe was always farfetched. Who knows, maybe her and Chris could just kind of be like her and Dallas. Hanging out didn’t seem so bad. He hadn’t of had to known too many people here, right? Sage didn’t know many people either. So that was fine. As said before, few friends were okay for her. Sage just smiled at him when he said that there was nothing that could drive him away. Half of what Chris said was actually kind of charming, but then something would come out of his mouth and dissolve it all, making him like any other rich boy. A total turn off. “Hold hands?” Sage looked awkwardly down at the table, confused about it all; not really understanding how they’d gone from headaches to holding hands. “Why do you want to hold hands?” She asked him, looking straight at him, not really caring about his reason, only caring about what he wanted out of her.

:DD.

[CHRISTOPHER JOSEPH LYDON]

Despite the fact that there were numerous things that could be said about Christopher, and not all of them were pleasant here was no denying that he wasn’t just one of those horny bastards who fucked girls then forgot about them. Well, not all of the time…he had a good amount of drunken hook ups and one night stands, but he wasn’t an asshole who left the girl in the middle of the night, or avoided her or whatever. He toughed out the awkward morning in the morning…and if she asked for his number he’d either give it to her, or flat out say she really just wasn’t his type. Usually the former. It was actually less rare for him to wake up alone, and grumble about some bitch who couldn’t even bother to leave a phone number than for the situation to be in reverse. Of course he was still a guy…he and his friends still sat off in corners talking about how hot girls asses were and such, he just knew better than to say it to their faces. Unless he was drunk, in which case all bets were off. And fine, he’d said a few things that had gotten a couple drinks spilled on him in his life time…but that was actually usually for his overly cornily sweet weird pick up lines. Ones he usually found via google but he’d never admit it. So no, while sex was obviously on the mind, just like every other guy on earth, he really wasn’t just looking to fuck Sage. If he was he’d probably have flat out told her by now…not pretty much stalked her and tried to woo her with his words. He was pretty sure getting her in bed wasn’t going to be that hard if he did want to do it…not in a rude way or anything, he just knew how to get a girl’s panties to drop. Or at least he liked to think he did. It probably wasn’t very true. But either way if he just wanted t sleep with her and then completely disregard her he would have given up by this point…sex really wasn’t that important to her. No, he actually liked her, even if he couldn’t put his finger on why he did…she’d kind of become a bit of an obsession with him. She was a challenge…she was different than most girls…he didn’t even know. It didn’t even matter.

Chris was really just a blunt kind of guy. He wasn’t going to hold back on most things. Which was really why he’d told Sage about his car stealth…he wasn’t some freak who thought it would impress her, he was just honest. And he could have been there for a million worse reasons, he wanted her to know he really wasn’t all that bad. He wasn’t going to like…knife her in her sleep or anything. Even if his reason for stealing the cars was legit pathetic. It wasn’t like he stole anything of great importance, or that he stole the cars to sell them and make money for his mom’s operation…his reasoning was selfish, much like himself. He couldn’t help but frown a bit as she told him to talk to the other Sage if he was interested in sex…what was that even supposed to mean? Did she have multiple personalities or something? He didn’t even really care…even if she did it would only make him want to get her even more…whatever the hell that was even supposed to mean. If he was being honest with himself he’d admit that he didn’t even really know what he wanted from her…but it wasn’t just sex. He was actually kind of offended that she would think as much. “I was kidding. I’m not just looking to fuck you and screw you over.” He said bluntly, shaking his head in misbelieve. “Do I really seem like that type of guy? I really don’t think I could even be that type of guy…I’m not ridiculously good looking. Well, I mean, I’m obviously not sexy, but not in the tall dark handsome way. You know? I’m more…short cute teddy bear kind of guy. Which turns you on. Admit it.” He was mostly teasing…and trying to lighten things up…and get her to think he wasn’t just trying to get into her pants. All at the same time. Because he could do that, magically. And he was pretty sure the second he saw her look confused that the holding hands thing had been ridiculous…he honestly had no clue why he said it. Other than the fact that…actually, no, he had no clue why. It had just seemed like a bad idea at the time, and now it seemed ridiculous. But of course he didn’t show how embarrassed he was, instead he didn’t flinch and just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. We don’t have to. It was probably weird of me to suggest.” No, it was very weird…he didn’t even know why he did it. He didn’t even know what he wanted from her…this entire thing was just kind of pathetic. But it wasn’t exactly like Chris to slouch away like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs or anything. Which was why he was still sitting there, no matter how many times she’d turned him down.

Status , done
Words , 900 words without coding
Tags , sage hunter
Outfit , click
Lyrics , the missing piece - forgive durden
Notes , word count fail D;
Credits , me. for everything.

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