“Oh baby baby it's a wild world
And I'll always remember you like a child girl”
La la la
La la la
La la la
The music rang through her ears, every step hitting the beat to the well known song. A Cat Stevens song that always made sense to her, that fit her mood no matter what was going on in her life. Maybe that’s why it was so simple, it was just a level headed tune that was reliable, something that was never constant in her life.
Now that I've lost everything to you
You say you want to start something new
And it's breaking my heart you're leaving
Baby I'm grieving
Maybe it was the calm night or the empty street that alarmed her, her life was never simple enough for something so calm. But that’s where she was wrong. As she rounded the corner, she stepped onto the street, not aware it would be the one mistake that would cost her everything.
But if you want to leave take good care
Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of things turn bad out there
Headlights flashed over her, her body stunned like a dear. Her eyes moving even wider. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The black suburban car, moving at the speed of light yet still so slow in her vision. But it didn’t matter. Aaron didn’t have time to relive her whole life in her memories. There was no slide show as the car hit her. There was no light to follow. She didn’t get her happy ending.
Oh baby baby it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh baby baby it's a wild world
I'll always remember you like a child girl
A shattered phone laid beside her as she remained lifeless on the cool street, warm blood pooling around her. The car drove away with no one around. Her life wasn’t as special as she had hoped and she didn’t fulfill anything on her bucket list. But Aaron’s life wasn’t meaning less.
You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breaking my heart in two
'Cause I never want to see you sad girl
Don't be a bad girl
She left this world the way she came into it. Alone. But she left with a familiar sound comforting her as she she took her last breath. Aaron Lancaster’s eyes closed for the last time.
But if you want leave take good care
Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware.
“Bo,” he groaned in return, not being able to help making a joke out of everything. “Then, I guess we’re just going to have figure it out together, huh?” Her fingertips on his chest was enough to make him leave this party with her now, but Abe contained his desires. “I don’t want you to be upset. I’m just a fucking idiot for ignoring you like that. Trust me, you’re very hard to ignore,” he replied. Abe let out a laugh. “I think it’s one of my better traits,” he jested, “That and my devilishly good looks.”
“Can’t you take anything seriously? You reek of alcohol and half the girls at this party think you’re a cheater. You’re welcome for both of those by the way,” she mused, a cynical smile forming on her flushed lips. “I guess we might just have to,” she said, tracing small circles against his thin shirt. “Good. It’s a lesson for you not to do it again. If anyone’s going to do the ignoring, it’s going to be me,” she said, her arrogance getting the best of her. “Yeah, you’re a prick.”
“Don’t be like that,” he pleaded, “It’s not like we mapped everything out when we got together. If you know something I don’t, then just say it.” The way her cheek fit right into the palm of his hand made Abe’s mind wander with thoughts of what could be. Quickly shaking them away, he smiled. “I’m sorry,” he repeated with sincerity. “Then be mad, and you can ignore my calls for a few days so we can make it even,” Abe jested, trying to lighten the mood.
“Abe,” she groaned, annoyed that he had to go and do that in the first place. “I don’t,” she lied. Her hands went up to his chest, pulling at the wet shirt that stuck to his skin. “You know I can’t do that,” she said, balling her hands into small fists with his soaked shirt between her small fingers. “Why are you so infuriating,” she said as a small smile peaked through.
“I don’t know what we are,” Abe replied honestly, his heart racing a mile a minute. Letting out a small breath, he released his hand from her wrist and instinctively tucked the loose curls that framed her face behind her ear. “I know. I was a dick. I should’ve called. And I would’ve kicked the shit out of a guy who was all over you if I saw it, just so you know. So, I guess I deserved a drink to the face,” he admitted with a small laugh. “Can I make it up to you? Let me take you out — not like the other times.”
“Of course you don’t,” she replied sourly. Of course she was blowing this up to something it wasn’t meant to be, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to be mad about it. She immediately leaned her head against his hand. “I guess that makes it better,” she said softly, rolling her eyes at how pathetically she gave into him. “I’m supposed to be mad at you, Abe.”
Niko went over to grab a drink. He needed a drink after the past week. On his way to grab a drink a small girl bumped into him. He looked down at her. It was quite obvious that she was drunk. “Hey it’s fine.” He laughed and shook his head at her, “I think you’ve had one too many drinks.” He watched her as she began to pour herself a drink. “Sweetheart, not to sound boring, but I think you should probably have some water.” He took the drink off her and put it on the other side of him, he asked for a water for her and smiled as the bartender walked off, luckily not noticing what the girl had done. “Once I get your water I’ll find you a nice place to sit down.”
“Hello,” she said again, taking a small sip from the glass she had poured herself. She leaned against the bar counter, resting her hand against her palm. “Or one too many just to make me honest enough,” she told him, putting her hand on his shoulder. “The way you say sweetheart is so.... sweet,” she laughed, her blue eyes too busy to focus on any given thing. “What’s wrong right next to you? Is it oddly warm in here or is that just me?”
“Last time I checked, I’m not doing anything fuckin’ wrong,” Abe replied defensively, knowing it looked more than bad. He shook his head, “That was nothing. You should know the difference between an easy fuck and something else. It’s not like you weren’t sleeping with other people while we were,” Abe scoffed. His hand reached for the small of her back, the two’s faces inches away from each other. “I should’ve called you, I know that…but I, I didn’t. I’m an asshole for that, but shit gets messy when start sleeping with someone more than a few times.”
“You’re right, because we’re nothing, right?” Bo’s eyes raised as the boy came closer, her whole stance falling as his hand was placed against her body. She couldn’t stay mad but her mind was still raging with insults. “I’m still fucking mat at you,” she said, her body standing like stone towards him. “So fucking mad.”
It felt as if the two were completely alone in the bar — his whole heart ignited by the look of disappointment of her face. “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered with a heavy sigh, pulling at his soaked shirt. “Oh, so that’s what this is about? Me not picking up the fuckin’ phone?” Abe scoffed defensively. She had been right, though. He hadn’t been picking up her calls, and worst of all, he had been more than sleeping around since he decided to distance himself. “I may be a prick, but at least I don’t get jealous over nothing,” he hissed in return, which was another completely false statement. It was obvious that the nameless sorority girl was getting increasingly confused and uncomfortable, and she quickly slipped away in the midst of their argument. He quickly followed behind Bo as she vanished into the crowd, his hand reaching for her wrist. “You can’t just throw a goddamn tantrum and then walk away!” He yelled after her, pulling her towards him.
Her voice carried like a bell in an empty hall, high but powerful. It sucked having the one person she thought was different turn out like anyone else. “This is about you sucking on some other girls neck. And yes, it’s about that fucking to. Busy my ass,” she scoffed before glaring her eyes at him. “That wasn’t nothing. I thought what we had between us wasn’t nothing, you asshole,” she scoffed, spinning around till her chest was pressed against his. “Why the fuck can’t I? You can do things without an explanation so why shouldn’t it be the same for me? Sad you’re not getting anything at all tonight?”
He shouldn’t have felt guilty, but a part of him knew why he did. The two weren’t by any means exclusive, but Abe hadn’t picked up her calls in weeks. He played it off like he was too busy, but really he was just emotionally immature. Girls like Bo didn’t come around often, and he figured it was better to lose her now before he actually gave a shit. Too little, too late. As the drink hit his face, hands quickly palmed the liquid away. Inferno eyes burned into hers as he blinked, speechlessly. “Fuck me? Fuck me, huh?” He retorted with a bitter laugh as he regained his compsosure. “Fuck you. That was so fuckin’ unnecessary. Jesus Christ, Bo.”
It hurt and she knew it shouldn’t of. She wasn’t anything to him and she knew that now. Of course she should’ve played it off like she didn’t care but the emotions mixed with alcohol was never a good result. For some god awful reason Abe was supposed to be different but it turns out she was the one left with the empty cup and shattered expectations. “Yes, fuck you,” she practically hissed. “So when you were too busy to call me back that was just because you were busy with someone else? Fuck you,” she wished she could say something meaner, something that would hurt him to his core but she didn’t want to push him away forever even if she should’ve. “You’re a prick,” she said before looking to the girl with bewildered eyes. “Oh and fuck you too,” she said, tossing the cup at her feet before storming away from them.
The party had gotten somewhat out of control at the local bar. Abe was pretty close with the frat throwing it, and the sorority girls were more than easy to get with. Sipping at his drink, a blonde seemed to be interesting enough for the night. Wrapping his hands around her waist, Abe pressed his lips on her neck and lips. The body felt foreign, but anything was necessary to distract him from her. A sudden pull at his shoulder caused Abe to whip around. Before he could speak, Bo’s eyes met with his. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hands falling from the girl immediately.
She wasn’t that drunk but it still felt like her gaze was distracting her. The vision of him with some blonde caused the girl an amount of disappointment and anger she didn’t even know was possible. Her actions weren’t thought through, Her gaze was locked with his hands on the girl, hands that had been on her, hands that she wanted on her and her only. Her small hand pulled against his shirt, the eyes of someone that was caught. But he wasn’t doing anything wrong. They weren’t official, but it didn’t matter to the girl. Bo looked down at her drink and in a swift motion, she threw it in his face. “Fuck you.”
Bo watched the bar fill with a bunch of kids under 21 and while she was one of them, it made he question who’s idea was this and how the hell it was allowed. Her mind wandered somewhere else as her eyes fixated on her drink and a smile radiated off her features. It was her third drink and honestly, she didn’t even know what was in them, she just knew she wanted more. She did her best sobered walk over to the counter top, a laugh omitting through her smile as she pumped into someone. “S-Sorry,” she said to them, her hand resting on the mans shoulder. “You’re quite beautiful,” she gazed before snapping out of it and placing her cup on the counter. “Look no ones watching,” she said to the man next to her,” reaching over the counter, her small body pressed firmly against the wood as she poured herself her own drink. “Would you like one?”
BO LANCASTER • EIGHTEEN • JOURNALIST/POET • NATALIA DYER
Parents: Aaron Lancaster
Siblings: none
Date of Birth: May 3rd
School: Journalist and freshman at Colombia
Borough: Brooklyn
Hobbies: Writing poetry, documenting what she sees. Getting into trouble, drinking.
BIOGRAPHY
Bo had always been a curious and odd one. She never took no for an answer and while she looked harmless on the outside, the small girl was filled with a yearning for what life had to offer.
She was as stubborn as a truck and when she wanted something she got it.
Never knowing her father, she had begun to shut her mother out, angry that she never got the chance to fully know the rest of her family.
While the girl radiated beauty for things in life such as poetry and writing, she was still filled with anger and searching for an outlet.
Recently she had been sneaking out, getting into trouble and craving danger.
RELATIONS
Abel Holm: The two had been sleeping together on and off for a very long time. But lately she had been catching feelings for him and noticing how he had been drifting away, which only angered her more.
Cameron Cotter: Since the families were close, she had always been drawn to Cameron, the big brother she never had, but seeing him surround himself with such good people she began to feel guilty for adding to his responsibilities and she herself began to distance herself from him.
Sutton Murray: Best friends. If it wasn’t for Sutton, Bo would’ve hit the roof a long time ago. She never felt comfortable lashing out towards her although she felt the need to change constantly. She’s the closest thing to a sister.
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“Whether you meant them or not, you said them. Yeah, I lied, you just don’t realize that it was better for you when you didn’t know. I was protecting you, from more than you knew and I couldn’t protect you in the way that I did if I hadn’t been lying. That’s the thing with normal friendships, mine don’t work like that, I’m a very special circumstance where it’s better for my friends if they dont know” he shook his head, “You did, you took your shit and you moved out, I didn’t make you do that. You left- me not being there is on you, not me.” he scoffed, “I’m not Alex, don’t expect me to go around spilling another man’s secrets. It’s not my place. You and Declan’s shit isn’t my business” he said plainly, because he wouldn’t out Declan’s secret like that. He wanted to kill Alex for doing it to him, he wouldn’t do it to someone else. “The more you tell me I can’t be mad, the madder I get so just shut up with that”
“Okay and whether you had intentions or not, you still lied. Look at this double edge sword you crafted, very sharp isn’t it? Okay fucking hell –– we were both wrong! I’m sorry,” she yelled, her green eyes staring at his. “Okay well when they find out, they tend to be a little shocked no? They tend to... say, react harshly? Funny,” she said dryly, the liquor manipulating her actions. “Whatever,” she said waving off the Declan thing, either it wasn’t a big deal or it was and they were over. It was one or the other and she can’t do anything about it now. Aaron crossed her arms and looked over at him. “You can’t be mad.”
“Would you like me to go put pants on then?” he offered, slightly sarcastically because he was annoyed that he was woken up at this hour, and very annoyed about the scent of alcohol coming from her breath. “You never thought I was a bad person? Let’s just run through the list of things you said to me real quick so I can jog your memory. You said I was a fucking liar, fucking asshole, not a good person, a terrible person, and my personal favorite- not even human. You told me that you weren’t even sure I was human, and you’re saying I’m not allowed to be mad? I fucking am mad, and I’m allowed to be. I don’t need to keep anyone in my life who thinks about me like that” he looked at her, “No, no, no- don’t come at me like it was my fault your life went to shit or that I wasn’t there when it did. Did I kick you out of my apartment? No, you moved out completely on your own without my knowledge. I didn’t shut you out, you left me. I didn’t close the door on you, you closed it behind yourself when you left, that was a decision you made all on your own so don’t put that shit on me. I don’t need to be taking blame for things that weren’t me” he shook his head. “So you found out Declan was lying to you, which he has been for a long time, and that’s why you came running back to me?” he looked back at her, “You can’t tell me how I feel, they’re my feelings, you don’t know how I feel. I don’t hate you, I’m mad, and you can’t just tell me to stop being mad because it’s not going to change it. This entire conversation is fucking pointless- you’re drunk!”
“No, fuck your pants,” she said throwing her hands up. “Oh shove it, we all say things we don’t mean. I was upset. Despite you lying to protect me, you still fucking lied. So I’m allowed to be mad. I was allowed. And I never once lied to you. No because that’s the thing about friendship, Ryan. You’re not supposed to do that kind of thing, the fuck?” Aaron tugged at her hair, looking at him with an angry fuzzy look in her eye. “And no I didn’t. I fucking didn’t. I wanted you in my life, I still do. But you don’t get to sit there and still be mad.” When he spoke about Declan, her drunk mind took a little longer to process before sitting down on the arm of the sofa. “He’s lying to me? I thought he was about something but.. Wait, what the fuck do you know? I didn’t come running because of him, I came to talk to you because believe it or not, I miss you. Yeah, I’m allowed to. And no fuck you, I can tell you how to feel, I’m doing it right now. You’re not allowed to be mad at me. And it’s not pointless because a drunk mind speaks a sober heart and all that cheesy bullshit. So no, it’s not pointless. Fuck you, you’re not mad at me. You can’t be.”
“That’s a terrible plan, but with all that cash..you can buy yourself a new one,” she replied with a shrug. “Unless you like that one. Then maybe you should tell him, but hey, who am I to say? My boyfriend fucked another girl who was uglier than me and I had a good ol’ nine to five.”
“Oh um.. Are you okay? You’re drunk right? I hope you’re okay though. I hope he gets hit by a cab.”
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