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[warwick]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]635 WORDS FOR AUDREY like i said, i'm definitely a bit rusty! oh well, hope this is okay for you. DRUG [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]beep beep beep The alarm clock that rested on Elijah's night stand continued to go off for the fifth time in an hour. The bright blue lights on the clock face displayed the time, showing that it was ten o'clock at night. Eyes still closed, Eli threw his pillows at the alarm clock until it fell to the floor, disconnecting itself from the wall, and finally silencing. While Eli hadn't heard all the other times the alarm went off, he was sure his neighbors were probably ready to barge into his dorm room and turn the damn thing off themselves. That was just one of the many lovely perks of living on campus. Elijah decided to be brave and face the world. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting at the light that illuminated from the various pieces of technology that laid around the room. Eli was never fond of the light and even purchased high end black out curtains for his dorm room. Since he was never really on any sort of schedule, he never knew what time of day he would awaken to. Even though his parents had paid a large sum of money in order for the sophomore boy to attend Mayview Academy, academics was not his priority. Being in his profession guaranteed skipping school, low grades, and horrible sleeping patterns. The groggy teen ran a hand through his curly, matted hair. Each movement was a task that contributed to his unwillingness to get out of bed and get into the shower which he desperately needed. Eli turned to check the date on his alarm clock only to be reminded that he had disconnected it from the wall. With a sigh, Eli sat up on the edge of his bed and slowly stood up. He stretched his limbs as he felt his body coming back to life. How long had he been asleep? A few hours, a few days? He was never really sure when he took Ambien. It was probably the only prescription drug that was actually prescribed to Eli's name, but like with all of his other pills, the recommended dosage was just that, a recommendation. He made his way to the small bathroom in the dark. Eli secretly wished he was back home in his own shower where there was a bench and a touch screen with options of water pressure and heat. Elijah turned the knob to the more modest shower, and put it onto the coldest temperature knowing it would wake him up. He stood under the water allowing for his cells to come alive again. He quickly shampooed and scrubbed. Eli tousled his hair with his towel then wrapped it around his waist, letting it rest there. He walked over to the medicine cabinet and opened it to see those gorgeous orange containers that held pills of many different shapes, sizes, and colors. Not to mention different names on the label, but Eli paid little attention to that. This was only a small stash located in his dorm. If anyone were to get a glimpse at the bottles, they would just assume that the young man was extremely messed up...which he was and that's the way he liked it. Eli quickly got dressed in a graphic tee and a pair of jeans. He walked back to his bed and pulled out a small, locked chest from under the bed. Moving the dial to the appropriate numbers, Eli unlocked the chest to reveal ten times the amount of orange pill bottles that were in his medicine cabinet. Suddenly, as if every cell in his body was jumping up and down in anticipation, he started pulling out bottles of pills. Everything from Adderall to Valium to Vicodin. Even a bit of medicinal marijuana. He was in for a night. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] after one or two i get used to the room we go slow when we first make our moves five or six I'll bring you out to the car by number nine with my head on the bar and it's sad but true out of cash and i-o-u's- - ► lie for fun After just finishing a private session with Madame Bliss, Audrey retreated to the girl’s locker room to take a quick shower and change back into her street clothes. Immediately she perched her bony behind on a changing bench and began unlacing her Pointe shoes, a rather arduous process mostly due to the shooting pain in her toes—Despite having danced for over a decade, the young blonde still wasn’t fully acclimated to the constant body aches and muscle soreness. Finally, Audrey stood completely nude as her clothes rested in a neat stack on top of her purse; she reached for an adjacent towel and walked barefoot toward the showers. Generally, students are instructed to wear footwear in the locker room showers, but Audrey was pretty certain that her dancer’s feet were far more repulsive than any of the others that she may be exposed to. The sudden rush of water sent a shock to her fragile figure, but as she managed to adjust the heat to a more blistering setting, Audrey finally felt at ease. She had inherited her mother’s fine blonde hair, so washing up was always rather quick and she rarely bothered shaving beyond her armpits and calves—Every now and then, she’d do some landscaping, although she felt empowered when she boasted more than a sweet little landing strip. The steam began to make the ballerina feel a bit light-headed, so she wrapped up her hygienic rituals and began to dry herself off meticulously. Ordinarily, Audrey would be shyer about rubbing her nude body with just cloth in such an open area, but at this hour on a Friday night, the locker room was entirely abandoned and she was free to behave as she pleased. Now that her platinum hair hung wet against her back, Audrey approached one of the scales, still side eying the room to make sure that no one was around to witness this—Most of her peers already knew her as the “anorexic girl,” but that didn’t mean that she had any intention of adding fuel to the flame. Cautiously she stepped on, feeling her weight shift the machinations as she shut her large eyes and counted silently to five. When her ritual was complete, her pale eyes shot open and scanned the numbers displayed on the digital screen: 104.3 lbs. Another pound lost, another step toward the grave gained—At 5’8”, Audrey had pined for the last year to return to her lowest weight of just below 100 pounds. Admittedly, during that time, her weight loss had granted her a sudden heart abnormality, but health complications became irrelevant in the glorious face of thinness. Stepping off the scale, Audrey realized that all this preparation had wasted quite a bit of time; she promised Elijah she’d be at his dormitory at 10:30 pm, and it was already 10:22 pm. Hurriedly, she slipped back into her leotard and a pair of leggings, tossed a sweater over her sickly body and stepped into a pair of socks and boots. Audrey took most social conventions very seriously and she was not planning on ruining her reputation for supreme punctuality any time soon. Barely catching her breath as she held onto her purse and rushed toward the boy’s dormitory, she finally passed his room number and threw bag down onto the carpeted floor, glancing at her phone to find that it was 10:27 pm. Yes, she was on time. Audrey tucked her damp hair behind her slightly protruding ear, held out a bony fist and knocked gently, “Hey Candy Man,” she cat-called, “it’s Princess Lolly, let me in.” and fake the way I hold you TAGS: TORI , UR FABULOUS , WORDS: 600 + , LYRICS: BRAND NEW - ME VS MARADONNA VS ELVIS , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[warwick]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]~500 WORDS FOR AUDREY on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin DRUG [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The slight knock on the door had startled Eli at first. He was completely engrossed in the colorful array of pills he had put on display on his coffee table. Almost instinctively, Eli startled shoving the pill bottles back into his secret chest. He was so used to hiding his stash when any unwanted guests decided to stop by. However, it wasn't the thought of getting caught that frightened him into being so secretive about his prescription meds. Like most of the students that attended Mayview Academy, Elijah had rich parents that were more than willing to drop a few thousand dollars in order to keep the family name untainted. Besides, Eli was almost positive that his parents were away of his recreational use of prescription meds. The reason he was so secretive about hiding his stash, was out of paranoia. If someone were to steal all the pills he had collected, he would probably have some sort of psychotic break. If not, he would fake it to get a prescription from a psychiatrist. Audrey's voice, or rather Princess Lolly, broke his thoughts of paranoia. That's right. Elijah vaguely remembered making a meeting with Audrey. And though he was without a clock, he assumed that she was on time. Eli stood up and walked towards his dorm door, checking through the peep hole, just to make sure. He opened the door to see an ultra thin blonde who, despite her anorexia, was still completely gorgeous.Elijah flashed her a wicked smile and stepped aside to allow her to enter. "Welcome to Candyland, Princess Lolly. I can guarantee you will enjoy your stay." Elijah's voice now had a playful tone to it. Audrey was different than most of his clients. She was the only one that he allowed in his domain. She was probably the closest person to his jackpot of drugs but never made an attempt to steal that...well, that he knew of, anyway. Audrey was also the only one of his clients that he got high with on a regular basis. Sometimes he would have get high with some of his newer clients to ensure them they wouldn't die by popping a few pills. Audrey was also the only girl he had sex with on a regular basis and had not asked to be anything more than friends, which he deeply appreciated. Elijah shuffled his way back to the coffee table and sat at one end then pointed to the opposite end indicating Audrey to sit. Most of his transactions were typically at parties, the school, or any other public place around town. Yet another exception he had made for the troubled blonde. Perhaps he was sympathetic. "Now, what can I do for my favorite customer? Are you here for your usual?" He placed an orange pill bottle in front of her filled with pills that she typically purchased from him. Elijah folded his hands on the table and smiled very business like. Which, to him, this was his business. He was an unlicensed psychiatrist and doctor. He was the healer of all pains. And he made bank. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] after one or two i get used to the room we go slow when we first make our moves five or six I'll bring you out to the car by number nine with my head on the bar and it's sad but true out of cash and i-o-u's- - ► lie for fun Audrey smirked as Elijah peered at her through the peephole, his paranoia screaming louder than a heartbroken musician. Steadily, the messy-haired boy opened the door and welcomed her in, offering up his trademark smile that was pretty difficult to ignore, ”Welcome to Candyland, Princess Lolly. I can guarantee you will enjoy your stay.” The slight blonde nodded, flipping her hair cheekily to the side as she entered Elijah’s prescription playground; it took her pales eyes a few moments to adjust from the glaring fluorescence of the hallway to the endless darkness of the teen’s bedroom. Aside from the lighting, she was pretty used to the space considering the amount of hours she had spent on her back in the tangle of sheets in the corner of the room. Waltzing toward the coffee table as directed, Audrey took a seat directly across from Elijah and dropped her purse into her bony lap. She fished out a grey leather wallet that was fat with $100 bills— One of the perks of being a Vandergraaf. Audrey’s great grandfather was the founder of Vandergraaf & Co., a real estate empire that owned and managed numerous buildings throughout Manhattan and Boston. Admittedly, there were many Vandergraaf children, and thus there were many heirs to the throne… But that didn’t mean that there wasn’t more than enough wealth to go around. ”Now, what can I do for my favorite customer? Are you here for your usual?” Elijah crooned as he placed the orange pill bottle just before her; Audrey always appreciated the cordiality of these transactions, even if they felt a little affected coming from a high school sophomore. Audrey’s usual order consisted of ten 30 mg pills of Adderall IR, ten 1 mg pills of Klonapin, five 80 mg pills of OxyContin, and five 5-325 tablets of Roxicet, which totaled to a cool $560… This was enough to get her through two weeks, potentially three if she was willing to budget, but to her the drug abuse was well worth it: This cocktail of stimulants, benzodiazepines, and opiates was her one-way ticket to the Princeton ballet, and she sure as hell couldn’t put a price on that. “Aw, you’re too sweet.” She purred, pulling six $100 bills from her wallet and placing them on the table, pushing the stack of cash toward her most valued confidante. “And yes, of course, the usual… but the extra $40 I tacked on top is for the gram of coke tucked away in your nightstand.” She winked, popping off the safety cap of the orange bottle and pulling out a little blue pill that she then positioned on top of the coffee table. Before doing anything else, she twisted the cap back on the bottle and tucked it neatly into her purse along with her wallet, save for the credit card that she snuck out mid-transaction. “Now, enough with all this pomp and circumstance…” Audrey began, folding the pill inside of a slip of paper and smashing it with a lighter she found on the table, “I’m done with all this work,” she opened up the paper and began to arrange the blue dust into neat lines, “I’m ready for pleasure.” The skinny blonde then bent forward and inserted a straw into her left nostril, inhaling a fat line of Roxicet like autumn air. and fake the way I hold you TAGS: TORI , THE PLEASURE PRINCIPLE , WORDS: 550 + , LYRICS: BRAND NEW - ME VS MARADONNA VS ELVIS , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[warwick]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]~500 WORDS FOR AUDREY on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin DRUG [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Elijah always curious about Audrey. He knew she was a ballet dancer that got uprooted from New York to Michigan. Of course, she wasn't happy about that. No one would. He also knew she was rich. Her cocktail of pills always totaled to a whopping $560 and the teen was back every two weeks like clockwork. She always tried rationing the pills the Eli would always remind her that she's a trust fund baby just like himself. The money won't stop flowing and neither should the pills. The Warwick family was rich as well. His father, James, owned several deep sea oil rigs in which many were successful in tapping that black gold. It was strange to think that the man Eli called his father used to wake up at the crack of down and actually get on those oil rigs. He couldn't imagine his father, who now dressed in thousand dollar suits, doing any hard labor. James would have stayed on that rig if it wasn't for his mother, Lily. Lily's parents were rich and gave James enough money to start his own oil business and it had been thriving ever since. Now Eli was set for life. His father was expecting him to take over the business of cause, but Eli had no interest. This resulted in several lectures about responsibility. Clearing his head, Eli graciously accepted the $600 that Audrey had exchanged for the pills. His infamous wicked smile appeared on his lips again when she mentioned his secret stash of coke hidden away in his nightstand. He rarely ever sold coke. Most of the students at Maryview Academy were looking for simple drugs. The nerds looking for a way to concentrate in order to study more. The jocks looking for something that would take their pain away. The computer geeks looking for a way to sleep. It was all the same and very simple. Audrey was always a nice change of pace. Elijah stretched to reach his night stand and pulled out a small baggie that contained the white powder. As he placed the back on the coffee table, Audrey was already lining up. Another thing he appreciated about the sullen teen. She got straight to it. Never really cared for pleasantries. She never denied herself anything that would make her feel good. In this case, it was drugs and sex. Smirking, Eli reached for another bag of coke. He only had two so he made a mental note to raid the Mrs. Smith's purse the next time there was a black tie affair. He mimicked the same motions Audrey had made with her Roxicet, organizing the coke in perfect lines. He grabbed his straw and gazed up at Audrey. "Escape with me." He spoke just above a whisper but his words held such promise. He leaned down and snorted a line. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] after one or two i get used to the room we go slow when we first make our moves five or six I'll bring you out to the car by number nine with my head on the bar and it's sad but true out of cash and i-o-u's- - ► lie for fun After inhaling her final line of the Roxicet, Audrey gently tilted her head back and allowed the bitter dust to slide down her throat, sniffing a few times to ensure that not a single blue spec could escape her bloodstream. Almost immediately after, a familiar tingling sensation began to ascend vertebrae, causing her body to feel weightless and numb. Her eyelids grew heavy until she could no longer hold them open, her figure almost limp as she sunk into her chair. For sixty seconds, she was suspended in an empty euphoria, registering nothing more than the sudden appearance of the white powder that appeared before her. The blonde shook gently she came to, ”Escape with me.” echoing in her mind as she floated back down to Earth. Carelessly rubbing her light eyes, Audrey returned to a shaking image of Elijah facing a fat line of coke, a permanent smirk playing on his lips; so the night has begun, commence la Danse macabre. Audrey stood up and sauntered toward Elijah’s side of the coffee table, dropping her little bum into his lap and eye fucking an untouched line of blow. “Be a darling and hold my hair back.” She commanded effortlessly, not skipping a beat as she leaned forward and took in the substance like a vacuum. Again, she tossed her hair, threw her head back, and sniffed a few times as her doe eyes watered. Mixing blues with cocaine was one of Audrey’s most favored combinations; essentially it was a suburban speedball, the mixing of a prescription opiate with a central nervous system stimulant. The results were nothing short of electrifying. Audrey’s thoughts raced brilliantly while her figure remained weightless, her face going completely numb while her heart shook inside of her chest. The intensity of the feeling was beyond articulation. “Mm, it’s so fucking hot in here.” she sighed, her movements languid as she slipped off the boy’s lap and faced away from him. A light sweat began to manifest at the base of her hairline, but she didn’t seem to mind too much, her behavior unapologetic as she reached for the hem of the sweater. “Don’t look.” She joked rather ironically; clearly this would not be the first time Elijah would be exposed to—gasp—her bare shoulders. Swiftly, Audrey pulled the oversized sweater above her head and tossed it aside. Her figure was now clad in just a pair of leggings and a leotard that exposed her clavicle protruding proudly from her chest. “So,” Audrey began, stepping toward Elijah, placing her hands against his back before gently caressing his shoulders, “What brought us here?” The young blonde had a tendency of becoming rather cryptic in these sorts of situations. The further her brain drew from reality, the more existential she became. Ordinarily, Audrey didn’t bother with this line of thinking: It was an aggravating and fruitless intellectual struggle. Although, when the girl was comforted by the dope and had her inhibitions freed by the coke, it seemed as though these were questions with answers… and fake the way I hold you TAGS: TORI , MOVE OVER SARTRE WORDS: 500 + , LYRICS: BRAND NEW - ME VS MARADONNA VS ELVIS , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[warwick]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]~500 WORDS FOR AUDREY on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin DRUG [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The world around him slowly started slipping away. Any feelings of guilt, longing, loneliness, failure, uncertainty, depression were all gone. The effects from snorting the coke was almost instantaneous and he loved it. The world seemed beautiful and sharp. His senses appeared to be heightened and the sophomore felt like a superhero at the top of the world. Nothing was going to get him down tonight. Elijah glanced up as Audrey's lean and graceful body tiptoed over to him. She made a seat out of his lap and Eli watched her intently, taking in every aspect of the creature before him. Those deep pools over her eyes, pupils slightly too dilated for the lighting in his room. Her perfectly groomed eyebrows that framed her face nicely. The curve of her lips that gave Elijah a craving deep inside of him. Perhaps the thing that turned him on the most about her in this second was the wild look in her eye. It was her hunger for that white powder before her. Her lust for a line. He drove Eli crazy to see her so consumed. “Be a darling and hold my hair back.” Silently, Elijah obeyed. He snaked his hand up her back and gathered her blonde locks in one hand. The nerves on his finger tips tingled at the interaction. Again, Eli watched closely as Audrey took her turn with the coke. The sixteen year old couldn't help but bite his lip in response to how sexy he found the whole ordeal. To top it all off, Audrey claimed that it was getting hot in the room. Elijah had barely noticed the small perspiration that gathered at the back of his neck and forehead. He didn't mind one bit. Especially when Audrey began to take her clothes off. Yes, it was just a sweater, but the whole act of removing the sweater turned him on. It was clear that she was a dancer. Every movement Audrey made seemed to be following some sort of song that only she could hear. It made for a quite a show, but Eli missed her touched and the weight of her body, however light that weight was, on his. Much to his satisfaction, Audrey returned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her touch sent jolts through his body. All he wanted to do in that moment was to turn around, push her to the ground, and take her right there on the floor. But of course, Audrey first had to ask one of her obscure questions that he never quite knew how to answer. "What brought us here? I'd say our mutual love for drugs and fucking." Elijah turned around and grabbed Audrey's hand. He pulled her back into his lap and placed small kisses on her bare shoulders. Her skin was soft and warm against his lips. He wanted to explore the rest of her body. "One thing I am sure of...I'm glad we found our way here because you are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen." [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] after one or two i get used to the room we go slow when we first make our moves five or six I'll bring you out to the car by number nine with my head on the bar and it's sad but true out of cash and i-o-u's- - ► lie for fun Audrey felt momentarily disappointed with Elijah’s inability to answer her question seriously. They had been fucking each other since the blonde had first transferred to Mayview from the Manhattan Renfrew Center, about six months and thirty pounds ago, and yet she still felt as though Eli didn’t trust her enough to even mention why he went to a psychiatrist, or how he came into possession of all of these pills… Not that she’d ever outright ask. She sighed, neglecting a follow-up question as she allowed Eli to draw her in. Within moments, Audrey found herself in her friend’s lap once again, his moist lips pressed against her sweet skin, his mouth travelling from her shoulders to the base of her neck, sending waves of electricity up her spine. “One thing I am sure of… I’m glad we found our way here because you are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.” The young blonde snickered incredulously, although she managed to stifle the sound quickly, wisely choosing to abstain from making any further commentary. Last weekend, Audrey had completely ruined the mood by allowing her insecurity to enter the bedroom; Elijah had complimented her appearance during foreplay, which she understood as flattery, and responded ‘appropriately’ by attacking his character, ”Clearly you’re lying to me because blah, blah, blah…” Needless to say, both parties ended the night high and alone. “Damn right I am.” She whispered to Eli just before she took his neck into her mouth, the seductive taste of sweat and saliva mingling on her tongue. As she continued to graze her teeth softly against his sensitive skin, Audrey managed to kick off her boots, and was now barefoot as she suddenly stood up from Elijah’s lap and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Despite her rough grip on the teen, she managed to lead the boy with grace, stopping her movement just before the bed; the ballerina leaned her weight into his, her chest pressed against his, rapidly rising and falling as she used this maneuver to gain stability while stepping out of her pants. Her pale thighs were silhouetted against the dark contrast of her leotard, her flesh cool and smooth, muscles contracting as Elijah’s touched turned her on. “Take off you shirt, baby.” The sultry blonde coaxed, staring into his bright eyes as her delicate fingers tip-toed down the front of his tee, stopping at the waist of his jeans and unbuttoning them effortlessly. Her feminine hand cupped the bulge of his now exposed boxer shorts, a subtle throb against her palm as he hardened against her direct touch. Not only was Elijah was unusually well endowed for a high-school student; he also knew what to do with it. “Fuck me.” and fake the way I hold you TAGS: TORI , UNF , WORDS: 450 + , LYRICS: BRAND NEW - ME VS MARADONNA VS ELVIS , OUTFIT: HERE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[warwick]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]~500 WORDS FOR AUDREY on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin DRUG [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Elijah was glad that Audrey had dropped the subject. There had been plenty of times when the two had gotten in arguments while they were high. Typically it was over drugs, Eli's refusal to open up, or Audrey's refusal to accept that she was gorgeous. The two would blow up at each other until one of them stormed off. The two teens were stubborn and hot headed but that never kept them from going back to each other. "Damn right I am." Eli snickered at Audrey's confidence. The poor girl was plagued with insecurities, her appearance being one of the biggest. Elijah that she was gorgeous as would anyone, but she typically disregarded compliments. It really pissed Eli off. He didn't understand why the girl starved herself because her dancing pretty much required it. He didn't understand why she got upset when he called her beautiful. It was all frustrating. But tonight Audrey seemed to be in good spirits. He wasn't sure if he had the medley of coke and Roxicet to thank for it, but no matter the reason, he was going to embrace it. A confident woman was so sexy. "Fuck me." Elijah had every intention to. [/style]

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