now you running wild , dallas

[VIVIENNE LYRA OLIVIERA]

Viv ran her hands through her hair for the millionth time. It seemed as though nature was working against her today; her usual scruffy-but-cute locks had suddenly turned on her. They were knotted and tangled, and instead of looking cute she simply looked disheveled. Not too mention they were a tad greasy, since she hadn’t had time to really wash her hair in the shower this morning. No, her head was too busy pounding for that to happen. Even the lull of water over her body, supposedly refreshing and renewing, did nothing to help her. Her head was pounding and she was tired beyond belief. In every sense, she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed. But instead of the bed, it was more the wrong side of the bathroom floor, arms still clutched around the base of the toilet seat, the vague taste of puke in her mouth. Her make-up was smeared and her hair knotted and gross, laying in a strange manner. Still, anyone else besides Viv would say she looked kind of hot, in that mad and messy morning-after way.

Even after a quick shower, the remains of last night were still on her. She had a bruise on her hipbone, which she couldn’t remember getting; the majority of her make-up remover failed to clean off the sooty black from her eyelashes and lids; and of course, as mentioned, her head was pounding. In simpler terms, she was hung-over. So after brushing her teeth, combing her knotted hair, and throwing on a comfy shirt with skinny jeans, she texted Dallas. “starbucks in 5.” She needed a cup of coffee, immediately, and she needed a long talk with Dallas. Since she didn’t normally drink coffee, she didn’t have a machine or any instant coffee on hand, so Starbucks was the best choice. Before leaving, she stuck a bit of bread in the toaster and threw on her warmest hoodie. She watched the toast pop out. That toaster was the best thing in her whole dorm, and one of the only things she ever really used to cook. She took the toast out, and without buttering it, held it in her mouth as she walked out of her room into the hallway. Luckily, Starbucks was a fairly quick walk away from the loony bin where she went to school.

As she walked down the fairly cold and windy street, she gnawed at the toast. It was dry and cardboard-esque, but it settled down her growling but nauseous stomach a bit. She was rather hungry- after all; she had been vomiting for most of last night… or technically this morning. At the same time, she felt like she was going to vomit, again. It was a terrible combination. Ignoring it, she tried to remember last night, starting from the beginning. Her mate’s mate that she met once at this party in downtown Portland had invited her to what he promised was “The bash of a lifetime” at some random club. Even with a stupid name, the party still sounded pretty fun, and Viv knew some people who would be going. Beforehand, she’d gotten all tarted up for the occasion. She hadn’t had a party in a while, and that night she was ready to let loose. And when Viv let loose, she went absolutely bonkers; it was a miracle she didn’t have her stomach pumped. She’d started out taking shots with her mate, who was an excellent drinker. After that, the rest of the night was a vague blur… she recalled dancing on tables, grinding with a tranny, doing jello-shots off of some random body-builder-looking guy, and… oh dear… Dallas.

Dallas had shown up fashionably late, wearing another ridiculous plaid hobo shirt that he’d just purchased. Viv was busy grinding with a random guy named Julio that came from Brazil. In between songs, they were having this ridiculous conversation in Portuguese. She didn’t really remember exactly what they were talking about, but llamas and hammers were somehow involved. Soon enough, she ditched Julio to go talk to Dallas. “OI!” She’d screamed over the music, smiling at him. He smiled back. In fact, the grin on his face was wider than any she’d ever seen before. She didn’t remember his exact words, but it went along the lines of, “I can’t stay too long. I have the best news though… Delilah and me are going out!”

It took awhile for the message to sink in, and when it did, Viv just faked a smile and said, “Congrats, mate!” Then she ran away, wishing she could have said what she really felt. It would’ve gone along the lines of… Fuckshit.

That was why she texted him to talk. She wasn’t completely overjoyed with Dallas’s new relationship. On one hand, it was nice, considering that Dallas would be happy. After all, anyone with half a brain knew that the two were in love since forever. But there was one teensy little thing that made her stomach sink, one tiny little problem. Viv had sex with Dallas. It was a while ago, and they’d never really talked about it since. But it was always there, nagging at the back of her mind when she talked to him. People were never really the same after you have sex; the whole relationship was slightly altered. Though, it wasn’t as though Viv was in love with him. It was worse. It was that Dallas was in love with Delilah, and currently dating her. And Delilah was… a bitch. Not even just a bitch, though, a cutthroat crazy bitch. She wasn’t like bitches at other high schools, who just try to make your life miserable… she was a bitch at the “loony bin” that Viv called “school.” Which meant she was fucked up, and in this case, anger-management, bipolar, schizophrenic kind of fucked up… And Viv had no idea what that meant for her. For all she knew, Delilah might just totally kill her in her sleep without batting an eyelash. To say the least, Delilah scared Viv, even more than the boogeyman in your closet scares you when you’re four. A lot more, actually.

Viv had to talk to Dallas, or Delilah might find out some way… unless she already had. So, basically, Viv was screwed. Which was sort of funny, because being screwed had all started with her getting screwed… Wow, if she was starting to think this way, she really needed some coffee.

Fortunately, she’d arrived at Starbucks. A tinkling sound ran out when she pushed open the door, but to her it sounded like her head was being ambushed. There wasn’t much of a wait, because it was still pretty early in the morning, and she managed to get a plain black coffee with cream quickly and nearly painlessly. After handing the barista some money, she dashed to a seat and took a sip. Instantly, her tongue was scalded. “Bleedin’ hell!” she swore loudly under her breath. She took off the lid and began to blow on the dark liquid, forgetting completely that she was actually waiting for someone. It wasn’t until she stopped blowing that she realised that there was, in fact, someone besides her at the tiny table.

Dallas Alexander Wells… He looked quite good, even after a wild night. Viv actually felt a bit awkward, sitting here, across from a friend she had once fornicated with who was now dating a complete psycho. Her head’s constant aching didn’t make the situation any easier on her. But she knew she would have to say something, eventually. So she smiled softly and said, simply, “Oi, Dallas. I just wanted to ask you something really quick. I know it’s weird, but err… Did you tell Delilah we had sex?” There. Like that wasn’t awkward.


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tag… dallas
notes… UPDATED. hopefully better than before. (:

[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

Dallas had this rule about fucking random strangers; he never talked to them the morning after. Usually, he made it a point to get up earlier than the poor girl even if he felt like he was going to die of a hang over or something, just so he wouln't have to go through the whole awkward morning after conversations that included him saying it was great even though it might not have been, or making up some stupid and lame excuse just so he had to leave. He had been through too much of those to even want another one, so he took it upon himself to just wake up earlier than the girl and leave unnoticed. The way he saw it, it was a lot better and easier than having to make an obviously far-fetched lie and watch her reaction, if she was going to cry, or not care at all or more likely, beg him to stay longer. Which he couldn't stand at all because he was just a ridiculously nice person, he'd eventually find himself agreeing to say even if he didn't want to. But that was just one time and after it did, he swore he would always wake up earlier than she did. And the thing was, he didn't want any awkward conversations about the sex they had if they ever met up again... which was pretty much why Dallas tried not to have sex with the girls from school. It just made things ten million times more awkward when he ran into them and somehow, no matter how drunk he had been that night, he just remembered her face and it was all weird... which was why if he ever saw a girl he slept with in school, he made sure to never talk to her and pretend he didn't recognize her. He supposed the only exception to that rule of his was Sage and it was only because they were like, a billion times better as friends. Everyone else was just kind of... weird. Oh wait, there was Viv too, but he was honestly a lot closer to Sage than he was to her. Sure they had what, two classes together? There was no way he could really avoid her so he ended up talking to her and she wasn't all that bad. She was pretty funny all stoned but that was it.

And of course, he didn't exactly tell Delilah that he had once again, slept with another girl from their class. It wasn't like he purposely didn't tell her and was trying to hide things from her. God, it wasn't even like that. It just slipped his mind because it really didn't matter all that much... okay, that sounded kind of harsh now, but whatever. It was the truth; Dallas slept with a lot of girls and they just didn't really mean all that much to him. But obviously, he didn't sleep around anymore... not since he promised Delilah he'd stop whoring around while he waited for her to make up their mind about them. And he wasn't going to lie; it was difficult. It wasn't that he was attracted to other girls or anything... God, no. It was just the lack of sex, something he honestly had a lot of most of his life so just cutting it off completely all of a sudden, well... it wasn't easy. He even went as far as using the plastic vagina disguised as a flashlight that he had drunkenly bought as a joke... but he was dating Delilah now. And he was obviously having a lot of amazing sex with her and he loved her more than anything and anyone in the world. She was his and he was hers now. He didn't even waste any time telling everyone they were dating... just so guys wouldn't get any stupid ideas about hitting on her.

So when Viv had surprisingly texted him out of nowhere telling him to meet up in Starbucks -- the one place he never stepped foot in because a) he hated coffee, and b) he had no money for ridiculously expensive coffee -- he went. Not because he was still interested in her... or because he was going to cheat on Delilah like everyone would most likely say, but because he was just a nice guy, and she would never ask to meet up with him unless it was kind of important. And if it wasn't... well, he could always just say he loved Delilah and he wouldn't cheat on her. Either way, he was going. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose when he entered the place, hating it already. He found Vivienne in the corner of the place, drinking coffee and he smiled a little awkwardly at her. It wasn't normal for Dallas to feel awkward about anything mostly because he was the one who made everything awkward, but he felt it now. And it was just too weird, even for him. "Hey Viv. Sorry I'm late... I... uh, got lost." Actually, he didn't wake up on time. Whatever. He sat down and couldn't help but frown in confusion. "What? We had sex what... months ago? Why should I bring it up with Delilah now?"

TAGGED
vivienne
STATUS
finished
WORD COUNT
923
NOTE
it's good. <3 and this is fail. sorryyyyy. D:

[VIVIENNE LYRA OLIVIERA]

As soon as she said it, Viv wished she could take the words back. Like the relationship between her and Dallas wasn’t already sort of weird; they were friends in some ways, but not exactly close. She had a couple of classes with him, they laughed together, and once in a blue moon they would even hang out. Yet talking to him about something like this was just… stupid. One of the golden rules of hook-ups was that you were supposed to keep them on the “down-low.” Mainly, this meant if you did somehow still talk to your one night stand (already a bit of a sin as far as the rules went), you would never mention it. She should know this by now. For instance, one time back in England she’d hooked up with this guy named Horace. Horace, besides having one of the worst names, was a pretty cool guy. They hung out together, shared spliff, partied together, etc. Then, one day, Horace tried to ask her out. She never talked to him once again.

So now she bit her lip. All of the sudden she’d turned into Horace, for fuck’s sake. She didn’t have a bunch of (semi) sane friends at school anyway, so losing Dallas would suck. He was pretty fun to party with and laugh with, not to mention the whole not completely crazy thing was sort of appealing. Fuck. Why couldn’t she just have a normal, sane life and not go to a school in a madhouse? In someway, perhaps it was her own fault… But instead of dwelling about it, she sipped her coffee.

Gross… now she remembered why she never drank coffee. Even hung-over, it was bad, and it didn’t seem to lessen her headache. It simply tasted bitter and overpowering. She would’ve given anything for a nice cup of English Breakfast tea with milk or even that green tea with lemon flavouring. She’d actually spent around three dollars on shit.

And now, here Dallas was, frowning at her in a confused manner. She wasn’t particularly annoyed; she did realise if she was on his end of the table, she would be frowning too. Fuck… she probably sounded like a lunatic right now, bringing something up that should’ve never ever been mentioned again and happened ages ago. "What? We had sex what... months ago? Why should I bring it up with Delilah now?" The tone of Dallas’s voice proved it. She was crazy for ever bringing it up.

She thought of how she could make herself sound less bonkers and still not lose Dallas. In this situation, perhaps the truth was the only option? She sipped her coffee and tried to give him a friendly smile, but it came off more awkward than anything. Her head pounded and her stomach rumbled. This was not exactly the best way to start a day.
Biting her lip again and putting down the cup of coffee, she opened her mouth to speak. Instead of focusing on Dallas, she focused on gently removing the cup’s lid, ripping open the top of the beige-coloured sugar packet, slowly tipping the golden, raw sugar into her coffee, and then stirring it with a little wooden stick. After that was done, she watched the coffee swirl around as she spoke. “Yeah, mate, I know… I just would prefer it if she didn’t find out. I think that would be the best for the both of us.”


577 words…
Stop being so self-depricating (;
And sorry this is so short and so late. I’ve had the most ridiculously busy week ever.

[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

Dallas wasn't used to this kind of thing... this whole, talking-about-hooking-up thing she had going on. He wasn't normally the kind of person who would feel awkward -- he was usually the guy who impulsively said inappropriate things that would make everyone feel awkward except him -- but this time, it was the other way around. This time, she was the one who was saying weird things and he was the one who felt like he wanted to get out of here... not out of rudeness or anything, because it just felt really uncomfortable. Which of course, was one of the million reasons why he refused to be friends with anyone he previously had meaningless sex with. Hell, he ddin't even talk about it with Sage, only because they were supposed to be friends and it was just wrong and stupid to bring up something like that again. And that was supposed to be what it was, wasn't it? Meaningless sex... it shouldn't be talked about again. It happened and that was that. There were no part two's, or three's, or four's. And talking about it was just... wrong. He assumed she knew that, and she obviously didn't... which just confused him a bit. Because if this was really bothering her all this time, why did it take her like, what -- five months to tell him it bothered her? Okay, so the only time they talked was in class, and they obviously couldn't talk about it then but like, after class or something. He figured he was a pretty friendly guy; anyone could talk to him outside of class... except Delilah's douche bag exes, obviously.

And from what he could kind of understand... if he actually really understood anything, because already, he felt his short attention span slipping away and he tried to stay on focus because he didn't want to be rude by changing the subject all of a sudden... it had something to do with Delilah. Of course, his baby girl scared everyone. It was one of the things he loved about her; how she could scare and intimidate everyone but she was the sweetest, most amazing girl ever when she was with him. Just him, of course. God, he loved her. He frown between his brows deepened even more in confusion... which happened often, to be honest. But he wasn't stupid or anything. He was actually really, really intelligent. It was just a lot easier to act stupid sometimes, if that made any sense. Okay, it probably didn't. Whatever. He watched her fiddle with her coffee for awhile, waiting for an explanation. And to be honest, it wasn't much of one... unless it actually was, and he didn't really understand what she was trying to say... which was often. "I don't go around telling Delilah about my hook-ups, if that's what you're trying to get at..." He said, scratching his head in confusion. "I don't... understand. What are you so worried about?" It should have been clear to him by then, but Dallas was Dallas. And it wasn't.

TAGGED
vivienne
STATUS
finished
WORD COUNT
591
NOTE
sorry this took ages!

[VIVIENNE LYRA OLIVIERA]

Viv didn’t have to look up to see the confusion on his face. It was there, in his sweet, manly voice. She could see it in the corner of her eye, in the way his brows knit together as she took another sip of the overly sugared coffee. From what she could tell, she could be blind and deaf and yet still know that Dallas didn’t understand a word of what she was saying. He was just another young and stupid straight boy who was used to sex with no strings attached, confused by her emotions and feelings. In any other sense it might have been endearing. Normally, getting a fit guy all confused and stupid would make her want to jump his bones, right then and there. She was used to delighting in sweet stupidity. It made her feel smart and sexy and in control. But now his frown of confusion was pitiful; she simply couldn’t stomach it. It made her feel stupid and pitiful and sad… while at the same time made her headache trying to figure out how to explain it all to him. She’d had the longest night and all she really wanted right now was some weed and peace. Of all things, she didn’t have the patience to act like some ridiculous kindergarten teacher in order to explain things. It was incredible, how blissfully ignorant Dallas was to his hellish girlfriend. She could be nice, but at the same time rip you to shreds… shouldn’t he, of all people, notice this? But instead of realising the fear Viv would feel about Delilah, as one of his hook-ups, he was fucking confused.

Bloody hell, she wanted to smack the dumb look off his face. And to think, she had this much fury and she was scared. Again, she felt like some stupid little creature always getting stepped upon. Sip after sip and she refused to respond to him. In a few words, she’d gone from careful and worried and awkward to furious… and now all she wanted was weed. It was simple and almost animalistic. She’d been sober for five days or so now, and she was ready to get high out of her mind; she wanted her nausea soothed and her head to stop aching and float off into the clouds. She could imagine it now… taking out a little bit of rolling paper and a dimebag, sprinkling the sweet stuff over the paper… the crinkle as she rolled it up, the taste as she licked the extra off her fingers… the smell wafting towards her mouth as she brought the joint to her mouth, licking it shut… the pink of her lighter as she twisted the ends and then stuck the joint into her mouth, flicking the side to lit the spliff… and then finally, the calming high.

Instinctively, her hand slid towards her sweatshirt pocket. Since it was her favourite hoodie, she normally kept her pot there, in her purse, or in a jar back in her dorm. But there was no pot there. She racked her brain to where she’d last put it, and then she remembered. The memory itself was fuzzy, but she did recall at some point of the night a group of young, gangly and awkward boys around fourteen walking up to her. There were four, and they pushed one into the middle. She noticed that he was shorter than the others, but his muscles were quite large for a boy his age. When he opened his mouth, his words came out fast and odd, with a hint of nervousness: he was so young and innocent, desperate for any form of high. She’d smiled at his words, then winked as she pulled her fresh dimebag out of the waistband of her skinny jeans and slid it into the boy’s hands. In return, he fumbled into his own pocket for a twenty and a five. She remembered thinking, sucker, considering he’d paid ten dollars more than she had that morning.

But now she felt fucked; she’d bought that weed for her, not some stupid little boys, and now she didn’t have anything to show for it except ten dollars, which wasn’t even enough for another. Where was Félix and his sweet supply, anyway? At this point she was ready to give him whatever he wanted; she was desperate.

All of the sudden, she felt a pair of eyes on her. Yet her mind was still focused on the weed. She spoke quickly now, only a little tinge of anger in her tone. “Whatever, Dallas. I can’t believe you don’t realize that she could fucking kill me for all I know, if she found out… doesn’t even matter though,” she said, then switching back to what she wanted to talk about, “Oi… you got any spliff on you?”

808 words.
I feel like I'm getting better at responding faster... ish (x