You can’t just stand around and wait for something to happen, you have to make something happen.
If I threw a party nobody would show up.

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@gavsinclair
You can’t just stand around and wait for something to happen, you have to make something happen.
If I threw a party nobody would show up.
I’m pretty sure this town has forgotten how to have fun.
I agree. Someone should throw a party or something, it's been too dull around here lately.
Alcohol cures everything.
Yay! Drinking buddies!
I've always wanted one.
Alcohol cures everything.
You should get me next time. I’ll make sure you stay awake.
I'll keep that in mind for next time.
Alcohol cures everything.
True. But hey, shit happens.
Yeah, that's what I get for drinking alone I guess.
Alcohol cures everything.
Hey, sleeping is good too.
It is, but I felt like I wasted the alcohol. I could've napped without it.
Alcohol cures everything.
It’s never to early to drink.
Last time I drank too early I fell asleep.
Alcohol cures everything.
I promise.
Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?
Here Comes Trouble || Crisis & Gavin
This need for danger was something that flowed with power through the young girl’s veins; the kind of power that would knock one off their feet, stealing what little air they had in their lungs, only to leech to their soul, stealing anything that was worth taking. Going against the law was one of the few things that made her feel alive, as if she was standing atop the world, shouting that she was here and that she would be damned if she allowed this life to get the best of her. The doctors told her parents that this stage of hers was normal within teens that had experienced a severe lost. What they couldn’t see was that she had always been this way; her parents had been buried too deep within their own worlds to see their daughters crashing down around her. It was only after Andrew’s death that they were drawn out of their haze, only to be met with a girl they could no longer recognize. Her mother still talked of the days where Crisis would run about in her dresses, her favourite doll plastered to her side, but that little girl had died without their notice. Crisis had buried her in the backyard, leaving the doll from her past to watch guard over the deceased. It seemed twisted in many ways to attend her own funeral, but what she had needed all those years ago was closure, this knowing that she had changed, that she was no longer anyone’s little girl. She should have cried that day, she should have sat in solemn silence, but instead all she had done was stared at her dirt caked hands, wondering to herself how many days she had left until this was no longer some silly game. If she was to die tomorrow, she wondered how many would attend her funeral. She was sure the numbers would be low, something that she found eerily satisfying. This had to do with the fact that she knew she hadn’t touched many lives, this knowing that she wouldn’t leave behind very many weeping bodies. She didn’t want to leave her mark when she left this world; she wanted to leave this world the same way she came into it, completely and utterly alone. To this day she could remember Andrew’s funeral; the church had been packed to the brim, people standing at the back without seats, all wanting to pay their respects to the boy who had left without as much as a goodbye. She remembered all the tears, the kind words that were shared, but mostly she remembered all the stares, all the murmurs. She hadn’t been welcomed in that church that day; his mother had basically chased her out by the end of the ceremony. She knew she hadn’t deserved to be there, but she had to see him one last time, she needed to say goodbye. Like all those years ago what she had needed was closure, the knowing that he knew how deeply sorry she was. She could paint all the pictures of the world, but it would never be enough, they would go by unsaid, they would go by unheard.
Glancing over her shoulder, she peered into the eyes that were far too familiar to her. How she wished she could reach up and take his hand, how she wished she could feel his lips against hers one last time. It was selfish of her to think in such a manner, if it wasn’t for her she would still be able to do so, but she had tarnished it all with one touch of taint. From the start she had been told that she never deserved him, how sad it was when she realized they had been right all along. Sighing quietly to herself, she shifted her attention back to the boy standing before her. His naivety was astounding, something that was unheard of in this day and age. All this did was fuel her to want to corrupt him, to mold him into her own image. She wanted someone who would streak down the street with her, someone who would go around slashing tires, and someone who would admire her vandalism instead of seeing it as something illegal. Breaking the law could be beautiful; it could be art in its own word, as long as you were willing to take the risks that came along with it. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip, balancing his question in her hands. The risks of getting caught were high, but that was all a part of the fun. That was why these acts were considered to be illegal because people actually enjoyed them, bringing smiles to the people’s lips that reached their eyes. “You can’t tell me that you’ve never considered doing something risky before,” Taking another step closer to the boy, she observed him closely. He looked like the type to abide by the law, the type to mind his manners, and listen to the words of his father. He certainly didn’t strike her as the type who could match her speed, who could run with the best of them. Brushing her hair off her shoulder, words running with a frenzy through her mind, trying to piece together how she could get him to stand on her side, how she could get him to see the world through her eyes. “The whole thrill is the knowing that you might get caught, but being clever enough not to. If I strike you a deal, saying if we get caught, I’ll take all the blame, what would your response be?” She knew the offer must be at least a tad bit inviting, and the knowing that he wouldn’t have to face the blame enthralling. There had been too many people that she had brought into her twisted web, too many people that had succumbed to her power. No one was ever safe where Crisis was concerned; they would all one day run where the wild things are.
Gavin was sheltered and unashamed to admit it. Safety was comfort and risks made his blood curl nervously in anticipation for consequences, but while he was known for his optimistic goody two-shoes attitude there were moments when his better judgment would fall flat. Parties, for example, were a weakness. He was timid and awkward with socializing but the atmosphere attracted him like a magnet. Attending was always a bad idea; he was vulnerable at parties and more susceptible to peer pressure and poison, but did that ever really stop him? No, because partying was in a teenager’s blood. He may not be a dancer or a hook-up crazy deviant who could only think with what functioned below the waist, but he enjoyed the gatherings. He wanted to hear the laughter and see the smiles and feel the excitement pumping in his bloodstream. Awkward or not he loved parties, and that also entailed alcohol.
He used to be the designated driver. Now he was too irresponsible with alcohol to even consider it. It was the only poison he could ever allow into his system. Why? Well, everyone else did it and it never seemed to harm them. It was relaxing, addicting, and basically mandatory at both high school and college parties. Even birthday parties demanded illegal drinking, and who could say no? It wasn’t legal but it was a norm. He would feel more ostracized if he didn’t drink, and he was enough of an outcast already. Alcohol was the limit, though. Everything else was taboo to him. Other drugs he would shake his head to. Other illegal activities he didn’t even consider unless it was speeding, and that was only on occasion (everyone speeds, though, so why should that count?). What this girl was demanding of him involved stepping outside of his comfort zone. He wasn't sure if he was quite ready for that.
At her response he smiled again in disbelief. A girl so willing to take the blame for him should be a relief, but his blood was too golden for that. He couldn't possibly allow it. "I'd say that it wouldn't be fair for you to take all the blame. If I do something risky, I'll take responsibility if I get caught."Â When he got caught, because Gavin knew he was not as sly as a fox. He was clumsy and inexperienced and worried about everything. "What did you have in mind?" he continued, eyes flickering to the artwork drying against the bricks. "Because I can't draw like that."
Are you sure that’s what you need? I mean- sure, yeah, it’s all opinion, but you know, it’s not very good for you.
You're totally right, but that's why I limit myself. Usually...
You really should. As long as it isn’t you know, too girly for you.
If it's any girlier to order that instead of a caramel frappuccino, then I might be a little worried.
A non-fat caramel latte.Â
That sounds delicious. I should try that.
You have no idea.
What do you usually order?
Not all of them are but I guess quite a few alcoholics are.
I drink more coffee than I breathe.
I bet you're Starbucks' number one customer.
Alcoholics are scary. That’s why I like my only drug being caffeine.Â
They are scary, that's why I don't think I'll become one. Aren't they usually violent, too? Or maybe just the angry ones, I don't know.
Caffeine is a great drug. I think I drink more coffee than alcohol.
You’re gonna become an alcoholic.
God I hope not. I usually limit myself. I haven't been drunk since the last party I went to.
I'm bored and in need of alcohol.