( ALL THE RIGHT PLACES )

[sylvie]

j o n a h scott *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

Jonah closed his laptop after his chat with Bry. He slid on his leather jacket over his white t-shirt and grabbed his keys off the desk. He placed one of his slim digital cameras in his pocket like he always did when he went out. He never knew when he would see something worth capturing. He left the dorm and walked to the grocery store. It was a short walk, only ten minutes away. He could have easily taken his car, but he hadn't felt like it. It was a nice day. It was just starting to feel like spring, which was his favorite season. He walked into the grocery store.

He stood in the breakfast food aisle, looking at all the different types of pop tarts and chose six: smores, peanut butter and jelly, chocolate chip cookie dough, ginger bread, cinnamon roll, and frosted chocolate fudge. He tossed them all into the basket and strolled to the check out. "Can I have a pack of cigarettes?" He asked the man behind the counter, his mild british accent coming out. The man placed a pack down on the counter. He paid and then left. He knew smoking was a horrible habit and he was trying to quit, but so far it wasn't working. However, he was smoking a lot less than he used to. He shoved the pack of cigarettes into the pocket of his worn jeans.

Jonah then made a stop at the liquor store a few stores down. There, he bought a bottle of tequila with his fake i.d. They didn't card him though because he looked older than he was. He was in the mood for a drink, and he was sure that Bry was too. He made sure that the tequila didn't show through the black bag; he could get in serious trouble if he was caught walking around campus with alcohol. He walked back to the campus and into the dorms. He knocked on Bry's door. He ran his hands through his curly dark hair while he waited for her to open it.

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tagged: bry
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
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[bryonie]

sleepless long nights that's what my youth

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bryonie grinned to herself as she shut the lid of her laptop and pushed it to one side. she had been hovering around the st thomas chat room and had managed to convince jonah to buy her some pop tarts and bring them over, as she had been craving them since she woke up and it was now .. three in the afternoon. the weather was lovely and bryonie had thrown a window open, but she wasn't out, as she had too much to do with all of the dresses she had to make for prom, none of which were for her. damn her design class and her need to pass it. there was material of various colours scattered everywhere and a mannequin in the corner with a half made dress on. she supposed she should clean up for jonah coming, but she loved clutter and the best she could manage was to gather up all of the material and pile it messily underneath the mannequin. her room was a general clutter of everything - the corner of her room currently devoted to prom dresses was full of material and patterns and bows and ribbons, her own clothes were strewn across the floor because she was too lazy to pick them up, make up covered the surface of her set of drawers, a hair dryer lay next to the drawers which she had managed to stub her toe on before she settled onto her bed with her laptop. just general creative clutter. she didn't care if jonah thought she was untidy, she was. she hated having an organised bedroom. it just wasn't her.

she wasn't exactly dressed to impress, wearing only a long baggy t shirt, a pair of tights and her favourite chucks, but then again, bryonie only ever dressed for herself anyway. she had planned on spending the day to herself, putting some more effort into the prom dresses, but hey, this was a much better plan. she moved to the living room area of the dorm she shared and kicked her bedroom door shut behind her, lighting a cigarette as she went. sure, smoking was bad and it gave you cancer and all those other ghost stories you told to scare kids away, but bryonie was hooked and she wasn't giving up. besides, all the best things were bad for you anyway. she didn't care about her health much, it certainly came lower down on the list than her desire to be a famous designer someday. she grinned as there was a knock on the door and she pulled it open, greeting jonah with a smile and a cloud of cigarette smoke. "hey, you actually brought pop tarts!"

[/color] part of her had just been expecting him to turn up at the door. she looked at the collection in his hand. "you brought a lot of pop tarts, damn!"[/color] she squeaked a little with excitement as she looked at all the boxes in his hand.

taking a few from him, she looked at the flavours she held. smores, frosted chocolate fudge and ginger bread. smores was possibly her favourite, followed by ginger bread - although she wasn't a fan of actual ginger bread, ginger bread pop tarts were amazing and didn't count as the same thing as real ginger bread. "wow jonah, you sure know what a girl wants. cigarette?"[/color] she pointed at the pack of marlboro she had just discarded, noticing the extra bag in jonah's hand. "what else did you bring me, a surprise? i hope it's a good one! maybe a good bottle shaped one?"[/color] she asked hopefully, knowing that she only had a bottle of red wine and half a bottle of vodka in her room. any extra alcohol was always greatly appreciated.[/blockquote]

JONAH. FINISHED. 628 WORDS. OUTFIT. GRAPHICS TO CANTER. LYRICS TO FEIST. AHAH WHAT A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. c:

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