Run for the hills

~So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover~ That I know you can't afford ~Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder "We ain't ever getting older"

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“What’s Doody?”

“From Greace the Musical.”

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“So Gabriel left....and there was no understudy. Guess who’s playing Doody?”

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Ramsey pressed her lips together and remained silent, only offering him a small, distant smile as she let silence rest between them. His voice sounded once more and she leaned back to press the rim of the vodka bottle to her lips once more, taking a graceful swig of the harsh liquor and swallowing it with ease. She let out a sigh when she drew it back, allowing her tongue to swipe along her lips to collect any lingering moisture before responding to him. “What about you? You seemed pretty fond of that little lady you had on your hip earlier…Find something, or someone, else that caught your eye? Stole your attention?” 

“A hot  blonde, sitting by herself. Looked liked fun company.” He answered honestly.. “Now I’m just wondering is she fun company.”  his words more from the alcohol, if he was sober these words would not be coming out of his mouth, but bad mistakes happen, and it’s all he seems to do. He placed his hands on either side of where she was sitting, He looked her  in the eye before tilting his head, summing her up, figuring out what she wanted or how she’d try to get it.

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“How poetic,” Ramsey mumbled, voice stirred and breath heavily scented with the coconut-infused vodka that stained her tongue. “Very picky,” she corrected, rocking her body forward as if wishing to offer him a better look. Her eyes gleamed, the whites of them beginning to glow a dull rose color, lips curled upwards as she analyzed the boy in front of her. “No,” she responded, the lie quick and convincing on her tongue. “Not yet.” 

“No, a statement.” He corrected, with a slight chuckle. He looked at her and she was clearly a girl who enjoyed the game, the way she leaned forward, his eyes glanced down a quick second but went right back to her face. “Interesting, well I hope you find what interests you.” 

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Ramsey felt a swarm of pride fill her every fiber as he abandoned his partner to come conversate with her, tracing the dampened lip of the bottle she held with the pad of her thumb, a smug grin now set on her lips. “I’m picky with who I spend my time with,” she spoke with a hum, words blurred together as liquor stitched their syllables. Noticing his eyes, she rolled her own and tilted her head mockingly to the side. “You’re more than welcome to take a picture, if you like.” 

“Well pictures can get lost.” his words low, it was clear he had drinks tonight, and after what happened with his ex girlfriend he was not looking for anything more then fun. “A northside party and you’re picky?” He chuckled, well look at her, she knew she was hot and she was going to use it. “Found anyone interesting yet?”

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Her usual scene; a dingy, poor lit basement with sweaty, intoxicated young adults. Tight black dresses, wandering hands and a red solo cup filled with whatever he’s having. Ramsey Oden was perched atop a counter, golden legs crossed over one another, tousled blonde locks pulled over her left shoulder as sender digits greedily strangled the neck of a vodka bottle. Her glazed eyes were boredly surveying the party, a hum of adrenaline coursing through her veins as a longing for something filled her.  It was something Remi didn’t recognize, not until she met the eyes of a familiar boy she had seen at her gym and around school every once or twice before. Peter. His eyes were on her already, so when she caught his gaze, she awarded him a daunting smirk and the innocent raise of an eyebrow. Now she knew exactly what she longed for; handsome company.

Moving through the crowed as he walked towards her, the music blasting and the people dancing around him, and whatever strong stuff they had served in the red and blue cups had him on all devils high. He stopped in front of the girl...Ramsey, he talked to her before, but he never really seen her in a party scene, and he looked her up and down noticing how tight her clothes were, in fact he could see the outline of her pierced nipples. “For a party you seem to be pretty much in the corner.” he said finally looking up at her face again.

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Once in a while Peter did like to let loose, he’d use a fake ID and get into clubs, he’d ride with some friends to the water and get wasted, but he decided this time to go to one of the northside parties, and he wasn’t having any regrets, he’s had three drinks, did a fence jump dare, and currently dancing along side girls to Lil Jon. When he noticed a familiar blonde who’s name he couldn’t place, across the room looking at him, and even as he danced with the other girl his eyes didn’t leave the blonde beauty.

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Ramsey’s liquored laughter echoed in the empty hallway, a drunken laugh dripping from the crevice of her gleefully parted lips, head tilting back. She allowed the chest aching response to linger, shaking her head in disbelief before she dropped her gaze back to the other who she was speaking to, eyes glazed with a drunken film. “There’s no way thats true!” Ramsey countered, resisting the urge to laugh again. “Nooooo fucckinnng wayy!” 

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“Shhhh.” He said worried one of the teachers would step out into the hall and see him skipping. “Yes it’s true, just keep your voice down, I don’t want the rest of the world knowing that happened.”

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“Whatever you say, Peter.”

“ha, thank you.” He said contiuing to strum before stopping. “DId I hurt your feelings?”

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“When people say they’re kidding, there’s always some sort of truth behind it.” She explained, shrugging her shoulder as she picked her pen back up. “It’s okay, though. You can’t please everyone.”

“When people say they’re kidding, it means they’re playing around.” He sang as the guitar tempo turned to honkytonk song.

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She took a moment before responding, letting her eyes fall. “Oh,” she turned in her chair to face the desk and her books in front of her. “Well, sorry.”

“Just kidding.” He says quickly playing his guitar.

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“No, My mom’s in prison and my father never wanted me. He has his own family now. Once I graduate I have to move out so basically, I don’t claim them because they don’t claim me.” Amalie said in a quiet tone. 

“I’m sorry.” He said feeling bad for asking as he kept driving. 

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Sahari nodded her head, asking immediately after he finished, “do I drive you insane?”

“Completely bonkers.” he laughed.

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“So that means you could totally date them and it wouldn’t really be wrong because they’re not really related to you.”

Hissing he nodded. “Technically yes, but I wouldn’t because it would feel morally wrong, and they drive me insane.”

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“I don’t really claim my biological family as my own, but I get it.” She said flickering her eyes down to look at the muscles in his forearm tense as his hand grasped the steering wheel. 

“You’re adopted?” He asked confused at her statement.

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“Nobody else?”

“Yes, and remember this is all through marriage, not a drop of their blood in me.”

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“That… sounds really complicated.”

“Think of it as I’m cousins with Jasmine and Zoe, but not Sam.”