Title: The Young and the Hopeless
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own shit! I own Nay/Naomi. That's it. The rest of the peeps are owned by, themselves or the WWE or something.
Summary: Screw summaries, just read and make up your own damn summary ;-)
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"Dude, Jeff, can I talk to you outside?" Shannon asked, standing up. "Outside outside? Or outside of the room?" Jeff asked back. "Um," Shannon looked from me to Aaron back to Jeff, "Outside, outside." "Um, sure," Jeff stood up and they both walked outside, leaving Aaron and me to get to know each other. That might not have been the most brilliant thing to do. "So." I tried to make conversation. "Yeah?" She said, I didn't get what she meant though. "Um, so, are you from Cameron?" "Nope, I'm originally from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, but I moved to Los Angeles and lived with my friends for the past three years. The cops came and found out that I was a runaway and sent me to live with my dad in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I ran away from there too, he's one mean mother fucker. I hate him. My sister drove me to South Carolina to live with my Grandpa but he kicked me out once he found out I was pregnant. I lost my baby, thank god! But ended up living with some guy and girl that I ran into at a park. They wanted me to do some things that I really wasn't for so I left that hell hole and hitched a ride here, to Cameron, to live with one of my cousins. My dad has no clue where I am, neither does my mom or my grandpa. My cousin doesn't talk to any of them, because his dad and mom died when he was ten and eleven, one after another, and he had to live with whoever adopted him. He hasn't contacted our family since then, but I found him. Well, he saw me, and somehow recognized me. The last time he saw me I was like five or six, but whatever. I got a roof over my head and pretty much all the freedom I want, what more could I ask for?" "Hmm," I just nodded. This girl had just spilled her guts to me, and I had nothing interesting to tell her back. "So. what about you? Are you from Cameron?" She asked. "Naw. I'm from Las Vegas, Nevada," the room went silent for about two minutes. "Is that it?" "Yeah." "So, you're a city girl moved into a small town then?" "I guess." "What brings you to Cameron?" "My dad.he quit his job, because of some stupid ass, and decided to move out here, with his aunt thing. We've been here for about seven or eight months now." "Mmm hmm..Nice. So, you ever get in trouble in Vegas?" "Well, um, I got taken home by the cops before, and I was thrown in juvi for three days because of my dad. Nothing big." "What'd the cops take you home for?" "Stupid shit." "Well, you all seem to be getting along well," Shannon said, walking back into Jeff's bedroom. "Oh my god, you fag, you scared me!" "Aww, aren't you so sweet," He replied to me, pinching my cheek. I slapped his hand off and rolled my eyes. "Where's Jeff?" I asked, standing up. "I kicked his ass, I warned him not to get smart with me," Shannon stated, pulling his pants up by his one row studded belt. I squinted my eyes and nodded, "Uh huh. So where is he?" "He's out there, cleaning himself up." "Yeah, sure Shannon," I got up and walked to the door. Aaron just sat back and watched in amusement. I walked out of the room and made my way to the kitchen. When I finally got there, I didn't see anything.at all. "Jeff? Where are you?" I extended my arms and swung them around slowly, making sure I didn't bump into anything in the dark room. "I'm right here babs," he said, suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I dropped my arms to my side and rested my hands on his. He licked my neck, and then kissed it. I turned around to face him, even though I couldn't really see his face, and threw my arms around his neck. "Why are the lights out?" "Well, you see." "Actually, Jeff, I don't see. On account of the lights are out." We laughed and I rested my head on his shoulder. All of a sudden, 'It's True' by the Back Street boys started playing and Jeff pulled me close. "Let's dance," he whispered softly in my ear. I smiled and shook my head. "You've been reading my diary again, haven't you?" "Me? Read your diary? Never!" I playfully slapped his shoulder and laughed. "You fart, Do I have to lock it up in chains in order for you to stay out of it?" "I don't know.maybe it's me you need to lock in chains." I couldn't believe what he had said, and couldn't help but blush. He knew I was blushing, because of the sudden silence. It stayed quiet for a while, and we moved to the slow beat of the song. When the song was over, he hugged me. Usually he would end something like this with a kiss, but this time it was a hug. A long, romantic hug at that. I liked it.it was nice. "I thought you hated the back street boys," I said, after we finished with our hug. "I do, but I know you like that song. And, actually, it isn't that bad of a song." I sighed happily. He pulled me into another hug and started rocking me back and forth to the beat of the next song. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, taking in everything.
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own shit! I own Nay/Naomi. That's it. The rest of the peeps are owned by, themselves or the WWE or something.
Summary: Screw summaries, just read and make up your own damn summary ;-)
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"Dude, Jeff, can I talk to you outside?" Shannon asked, standing up. "Outside outside? Or outside of the room?" Jeff asked back. "Um," Shannon looked from me to Aaron back to Jeff, "Outside, outside." "Um, sure," Jeff stood up and they both walked outside, leaving Aaron and me to get to know each other. That might not have been the most brilliant thing to do. "So." I tried to make conversation. "Yeah?" She said, I didn't get what she meant though. "Um, so, are you from Cameron?" "Nope, I'm originally from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, but I moved to Los Angeles and lived with my friends for the past three years. The cops came and found out that I was a runaway and sent me to live with my dad in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I ran away from there too, he's one mean mother fucker. I hate him. My sister drove me to South Carolina to live with my Grandpa but he kicked me out once he found out I was pregnant. I lost my baby, thank god! But ended up living with some guy and girl that I ran into at a park. They wanted me to do some things that I really wasn't for so I left that hell hole and hitched a ride here, to Cameron, to live with one of my cousins. My dad has no clue where I am, neither does my mom or my grandpa. My cousin doesn't talk to any of them, because his dad and mom died when he was ten and eleven, one after another, and he had to live with whoever adopted him. He hasn't contacted our family since then, but I found him. Well, he saw me, and somehow recognized me. The last time he saw me I was like five or six, but whatever. I got a roof over my head and pretty much all the freedom I want, what more could I ask for?" "Hmm," I just nodded. This girl had just spilled her guts to me, and I had nothing interesting to tell her back. "So. what about you? Are you from Cameron?" She asked. "Naw. I'm from Las Vegas, Nevada," the room went silent for about two minutes. "Is that it?" "Yeah." "So, you're a city girl moved into a small town then?" "I guess." "What brings you to Cameron?" "My dad.he quit his job, because of some stupid ass, and decided to move out here, with his aunt thing. We've been here for about seven or eight months now." "Mmm hmm..Nice. So, you ever get in trouble in Vegas?" "Well, um, I got taken home by the cops before, and I was thrown in juvi for three days because of my dad. Nothing big." "What'd the cops take you home for?" "Stupid shit." "Well, you all seem to be getting along well," Shannon said, walking back into Jeff's bedroom. "Oh my god, you fag, you scared me!" "Aww, aren't you so sweet," He replied to me, pinching my cheek. I slapped his hand off and rolled my eyes. "Where's Jeff?" I asked, standing up. "I kicked his ass, I warned him not to get smart with me," Shannon stated, pulling his pants up by his one row studded belt. I squinted my eyes and nodded, "Uh huh. So where is he?" "He's out there, cleaning himself up." "Yeah, sure Shannon," I got up and walked to the door. Aaron just sat back and watched in amusement. I walked out of the room and made my way to the kitchen. When I finally got there, I didn't see anything.at all. "Jeff? Where are you?" I extended my arms and swung them around slowly, making sure I didn't bump into anything in the dark room. "I'm right here babs," he said, suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I dropped my arms to my side and rested my hands on his. He licked my neck, and then kissed it. I turned around to face him, even though I couldn't really see his face, and threw my arms around his neck. "Why are the lights out?" "Well, you see." "Actually, Jeff, I don't see. On account of the lights are out." We laughed and I rested my head on his shoulder. All of a sudden, 'It's True' by the Back Street boys started playing and Jeff pulled me close. "Let's dance," he whispered softly in my ear. I smiled and shook my head. "You've been reading my diary again, haven't you?" "Me? Read your diary? Never!" I playfully slapped his shoulder and laughed. "You fart, Do I have to lock it up in chains in order for you to stay out of it?" "I don't know.maybe it's me you need to lock in chains." I couldn't believe what he had said, and couldn't help but blush. He knew I was blushing, because of the sudden silence. It stayed quiet for a while, and we moved to the slow beat of the song. When the song was over, he hugged me. Usually he would end something like this with a kiss, but this time it was a hug. A long, romantic hug at that. I liked it.it was nice. "I thought you hated the back street boys," I said, after we finished with our hug. "I do, but I know you like that song. And, actually, it isn't that bad of a song." I sighed happily. He pulled me into another hug and started rocking me back and forth to the beat of the next song. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, taking in everything.
