did what I always do. addison.

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 416
For: Addison
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Youth of the Nation by P.O.D

Justin slammed his car door shut, scruffing up his hair a bit with his hand, as he looked out at the grounds with narrow eyes. Against the gleam of the sun, he was still able to distinguish who was where in the vicinity. It was the playground and there was plenty of activity going on. There were kids running around, laughing and yelling. There were also the parents, discarding him side glances in their little Desperate Housewives bunches. JT just smiled, his thumb wiping the corner of his mouth as he moved forward into the playground area. This wasn't the typical place to find a guy like Justin, but like he'd say: who the hell cared.

In his favourite pair of black jeans, a white tee and white Soviet sneakers, he looked the typical city type. With his hair all gelled up, spiking up all over the place and chain hanging on the back of his jeans, he didn't exactly fit the profile of a small town guy. In fact, you wouldn't say you wouldn't find him anywhere near the small towns. But. But, but. Justin was here for his sister and had been introduced to his grandmother for the third time. Raine was his best friend. They shared Adylin blood, through and through, and they acted like best friends and siblings. It was an unbreakable bond, no matter the consequences. That'd bite him in the butt later in life, he was sure of that.

Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would have known cause i'd have kissed my
momma goobye.
I didn't tell her that I loved her or how much cared or
thank my
pops for all the talks and all the wisdom he shared.
Unaware I just did what I
always do.

Everyday the same routine before I skate off to school but who knew
that
this day wasnt like the rest,
instead of takin the test I took two to the chest.
Call me blind but I didn't see it comin and
everybody was runnin but I couldn't
hear nothin, except gun blast

Justin had made it all the way to the benches and hopped up onto the seats, standing on them, turning around and sitting his ass down right on the table. He was tempted to take out his scrunched up pack of cigarettes but he knew better than that. He wasn't going to smoke around little kids. At least he had sense not to do that. He linked his hands together, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked forward. He felt like an outcast but for Justin, this was a normal feeling. It was himself and the big, bad world out there. The big, bad world being represented by gossiping thirty somethings. He winked at them, his devious smile charming but at the same time, causing disgusted looks and little gasps. More typical. He laughed, looking ahead again. He didn't have his shades with him and as a result, the blinding sun made him narrow his eyes. Not the friendliest look ever but his smile certainly made up for it.

[addison]

It was still hot outside, and she wished she had asked Shane to borrow her truck. But, Addison had never gotten her liscence. There was no need to, she walked everywhere in New York. But, more than anything right now, she needed a ciggarette.

She had asked Shane if she had one earlier, but she didn't smoke, nor did she let people smoke on the premisis. She told Shane that she'd find somewhere to get some ciggerettes, or at least one. Addison was fidgety and grumpy. She just got to U Star Stables a few hours ago. She had helped with the feed, then Shane excersiced the horses. And, since Addison didn't know how, nor did she want to, she hurried out of there before Shane made her learn how to ride.

She didn't know her way around Westin so she hoped she wouldn't get lost. She finally got to a park with little kids running around and playing. She stood at the entrance and watched the kids play. It reminded her of the years in foster car. All the kids running down to Central Park during the day, and running home before the street lamps came on. Only the bigger kids stayed after dark. The bigger kids were also the ones that always got into trouble. Addison had rarely went home before dark, even when she first went into foster care.

She shook her head, bringing herself out of the daze. She looked around, trying to find someone to ask for a cigerette. She didn't have anymore money, she spent it all on the bus fare and food on the way to Arizona from New York. She watched as one guy jumped onto a bench and sat down on the table part, with his feet on the bench. She started walking towards him.

Shane had told her to change before she went out. No one would have taken her seriously if she walked up to someone in a mini skirt, especially in a town like Westin. And, having a better look at the guy as she got closer, she was glad Shane let her borrow a pair of her mom's riding pants. They were thin, so they weren't too hot.

"Hey, do you have a ciggerette? I'm dying for one." She asked him and she approched.

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 254
Status: Complete
Lyrics: My Way by Limp Bizkit

Justin rubbed his hands together, doing it lightly, as if brushing something off of his hands. He looked down at them, moving the platinum ring around on his middle digit on his left hand. It had a thorn design engraved into the silver, with the wide black strip in the middle of it left untouched. It had been a gift from a previous girlfriend but that was ages ago already. JT tried to fight his craving for a cigarette. He was abstaining for longer periods of time every week. It was a start to getting off smoking, but it certainly didn't stop him from running for his cig afterwards.

Special, you think your special you do,
I can see it in your eyes i can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me and,
You walk around on me
Just one more fight about your leadership and
I will straight up leave your shit
Cause i've had enough of this and
Now i'm pissed (yeah)

This time i'm a let it all come out
This time i'm a stand up and
Shout i'm a do things my way,
It's my way, my way
Or the highway
This time i'm a let it all come out this time
I'm a stand up and
Shout i'm a do things my way.

Justin had only been sitting on the bench for a couple of minutes when he saw someone approaching him. An attractive girl, with long black hair and well, forgive him for being a guy but a great body too. It was a free country, right? He hid his smile, listening to her speak. She then approached him, like closing in on her prey. Hungry for that fag?

You know, generally a hello and how are you comes first.

He didn't look serious for one moment, but his smile was anything but innocent, it was devious.

Do you plan on smoking it around five year olds?

He said, nodding his head towards the center of the playground where kids were playing in the sandboxes. Just behind him there was a more secluded area, like a park, but it only stretched a quarter of a mile out.

[addison]

Addison rolled her eyes, but still smiled when the boy spoke to her.

"Hello, how are you? Do you have a cigerette I could bum off you?" Se asked, stepping a little closer.

She noticed that he looked rugged. Not one of those guys in the prep school uniforms, always getting good grades. Like some of her foster siblings. Addison had never been at a prep school for more than a week because she always got kicked out from getting caught smoking in the bathroom, talking back to the teacher, being caught with drugs. She always went to the public schools, the ones where you had to step through a metal detector before you even enter the building. She always managed to get kicked out, or an extended supspension from public school.

She looked around the park. She didn't really care who she smoked around. She'd smoke in front of the Queen of England just so she can have a ciggerette. She knew that Shane would probably try and get her to quit. If not, Addison would have to sneak smoking onto U Stars premises, or smoke at the end of the drive where the sign is.

"Do you have any other suggestions where to smoke?"

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 426
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Hello Hello by SR-71

The stranger had rolled her eyes but she still smiled, so it was a sign that he hadn't quite gotten on her nerves yet. He could rub people up the wrong way with his care-free attitude and "whatever" replies, mostly teachers. He was far from his high school years. About three years to be exact. It seemed like forever and thank goodness for it. He hated school. He got his facts from random documentaries that he'd catch when flipping through channels. He watched history, geographic shit and all kinds of other things. That was his school. And somehow, Justin had always been good at maths. There was no studying involved in his getting A's in his tests. Now how often could you pull that off? Apart from that he was the one always trying to talk to the teachers whilst the poor things tried to teach, making noises in class, setting off fire alarms, bunking and smoking on the school premisis. He'd been a real brat and his parents had gotten plenty headaches over his misconduct.

Hello Hello
I bring you letters from the man you used to know
Give in let go
To the words that made you feel you weren't alone
Now it's funny how we find out
Time can solve the mystery but love is only temporary
Hello Hello
The smile on your face is just
For show
Inside you screaming let me go
Hello Hello

C'mon.

Instead of standing up, stepping off the bench and walking around it, Justin stood up on the table, walked over it and jumped off onto the ground. He was pretty casual about it. It didn't matter to him - who ate off of these tables anyway? Apart from the snails, lizards, ants, maggots and god knows what else, it was dark, stinking wood. It had plenty of holes in it from rotting. They always did. Well, back in LA, where a bench like this was a rare case anyhow. Running a hand through his thick hair, Justin pulled out his pack of cigarettes. The packaging was pretty crumpled but somehow, the fags were fine. Pulling two out, he handed one to the girl, putting the other between his lips.

Pulling out his lighter, with the electric blue design of a pirates skull and bones burning up in flame, he cupped his hands around the cig and lit up the end of it. He'd walked off towards the area separate from where the children were playing.

Need a light?

He asked, turning around and walking backwards to face her. Eventually he stopped, taking a drag, grabbing the cig with his index and thumb. Blowing the smoke out between his lips, he held the cig, having dropped his arm. From previous experiences, he knew not to hold his hand too close to his jeans. Catching on fire once was enough. And burning holes in your favourite jeans was pretty dumb too.

[addison]

Addison hurried after the guy. She was really stressed form all that happened that day.

"You never told me your name you know." She said as he pulled out his ciggerettes and lit one with his lighter.

She padded her pants pockets. "Damn, I must have left my in my skirt. Can I borrow yours? She looked up at him and smiled.

She could easily seduse a member of the opposite sex to get what she wanted. She knew that he would let her use his lighter anyways, but it was fun to play, especially if he was cute. And this guy was definately hot!

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 126
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

When she said that he had never told her his name, Justin looked up.

You never said hello.

A smile displayed itself on his lips and he blew another wave of white smoke into the air, lifting his chin up a bit. He left his cigarette in between his lips, flipping his lighter up into the air and catching it sharply when it fell.

I’m bringing sexy back
Them other boys don’t know how to act
I think you're special, what's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.

Take 'em to the bridge

Dirty babe
You see the shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way

You want to borrow my skirt?

Justin didn't take to her suggestive smile, or at least he didn't show it much. His eyes went straight down then back up to her face. He took a few steps closer, laughing it off. He held his lighter up to her cigarette, burning the end of it then flipping the lighter closer. He stayed there for a few moments before turning on his heel, walking slowly off to the side.

Name's Justin. And you?

He looked at her, facing her sideways with his eyes intently drawn into hers, studying the colour of them.

[addison]

She took the ciggerette from him and took a long drag of it and breathed out the smoke slowly through her nostrils and mouth at the same time. She closed her eyes and smiled. She took one quick drag before she answered him.

"Actually, I did say hello. The second time I asked for a ciggerette. And I don't think I want to borrow your skirt. Don't wanna take from you what makes you look cute." She smiled mischieviously at him. She knew she was right, but she was willing to let him win the argument just based on his looks.

"My name is Addison." She said, smiling.

She noticed that he was staring at her eyes so she stepped closer and stared at him back, only looking away when she blew smoke out. She didn't want to blow it in his face. It was too cute.

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 172
Status: Complete

Justin had a comeback for her but his laughter interrupted what eh wanted to say. He just let it go, his hand rubbing his chin, his index slipping over his lips. he sized her up, his expression just as devious as hers. He wondered what the kids moms were thinking now. Not only were they smoking but their body language was also very open. Very open.

Pleasure to meet you.

His voice wasn't at all serious but it was neither mocking her. He took one long drag off of his cigarette and it burnt a quarter of the way down. The ashes dropped to the ground and he smudged them out before they'd burn up. He'd finished the fag and flicked it into the trash can. Perfect aim.

You don't exactly fit into the town profile.

He said, standing with his weight distributed onto one leg and both of his hands in his pockets.

New in town?

He couldn't exactly judge her "profile" but hey, if she wore skirts, he wasn't complaining.

[addison]

"What exactly is "town profile"?" She asked him, with her hands on her hips. Yeah, she knew she probaby didn't look like the typical person of someone who lived on a farm, or in a farm town. But what was she supposed to look like. She had riding pants on, wasn't that enough? If she wore her clothes that she came in with, then he'd really know she wasn't form here.

She couldn't say anything about him though. She hadn't been here long enough for her to know who had lived here there whole life, or was a newbie, like her.

"Is it really that abvious that I'm not from around here?" You always knew when someone was a tourist in New York, they had a fanny pack, and always had a camera. But here, how could you tell?

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 204
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood

Justin flexed his hands, stretching them out, eventually ending up fiddling the ring on his middle finger. He watched her, his smile curving up with a twinge of amusement. So, what did he mean exactly? He could see something else was coming, so he waited for her to speak again before he would reply.

Most of the people around here are pretty conservative. People who're new in town are the only ones who'd wear a skirt.

He paused.

And I'm presuming its not an ankle-length skirt, either.

At that, he had to grin.

Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blond tramp,
and she's probably getting frisky...
right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...

And he don't know...

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

We're the sexiest people in town. Course I noticed you.

Justin had spoken before he had really given it much thought. He kept his eyes on her though, studying her, giving her a once over again.

Crap. Cigarettes kill.

He was craving again and he'd just had a smoke. He had his hands on the back of his head, his shirt pulling a bit off of his stomach. His jeans were hanging a bit low on top of that. Now that was the cherry on top. Justin wasn't always very open about what he thought of people and when he was, it was brutally honest. So where was he with Addison?

[addison]

Addison smiled at him. She took the last drag out of her ciggerette (she always smokes slowly) and threw it on the ground and stepped on it with her shoes, then she bent down (making sure she was bending away from Justin), picked it up and walked over to the trashcan and dropped it in. She was always bad at basketball and she didn't want to embarras herself by trying to get the ciggerette but in and missing.

She walked back over to him and stood in front of him, kind of close, but not too close. It was still close enough to smell the cologne or whatever he had on. She was sure he oculd smell her purfume too. Disney Tinkerbell Perfume. She wasn't sure what to call the smell, but it smelled sweet. Something that Addison is far from.

"Nah, I don't wear ankle length skirts. Maybe I could show you sometime." She smiled big. Showing off her pearly whites. After the years of smoking, her teeth ain't efftected by it.

"A lot of things kill, I still lvoe doing them." Another smile.

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 181
Status: Complete

Justin watched as she took the last drag out of the cigarette. Something about a girl smoking a cigarette seemed attractive to him. She threw the cigarette away in the trash can, returning to stand in front of him. She was close, but he was used to girls being closer. Back home in LA, the girls were, how should I put it...open. They freelanced around the guys, going from one pair of arms to the next. With Justin, they had flirted and batted their eyelashes, sticking their asses in places you shouldn't mention in front of a lady.

Please do.

He replied, his smile a little duller than hers, but full of charm that you could not deny. Addison's teeth were pretty white despite her smoking habit. He couldn't help but wonder if it was whitening. He'd had to do it a couple of times before. Bleach was not on his "to eat" list any time soon. That shit was nasty.

So where are ya from?

He asked, discretely moving a little closer to her by adjusting the way he stood.

[addison]

Addison giggled at Justin. He was just too cute. Maybe too cute for his own good. She had run into a few guys like him. Very very hot, but a bad boy inside. Her favorite kind of guy. It usually got in her trouble though. Her mother never really cared because she was always either too drunk or high to care. The guy she was with didn't are either because most of them did drugs or drank, some even did both. She guessed that she shouldn't had been hanging out with 'the wrong crowd'. They were like he family though. Her father never even knowing her, her mother always too passed out or just plain out of it to notice her behavior, or her outcries. Her friends cared for her, protected her, even if they were the ones that got her in trouble most of the time. It was better than staying home and cleaning up her mothers vomit from binge drinking or picking up the heroin needles off the floor so she wouldn't step on them. Yeah, she took care of her mom, but she also did the things her mom did. She drank, did drugs. But, she never thought that she would ever be as bad as her mother. At age six, she knew what heroin needles looked like. She knew how to tell if her mother was breathing or not just by looking at her. She knew more stuff than a six year old girl should know.

"I'm from New York City." She smiled her pearly whites again, noticing that he got just a tad bit closer. It looked like he was trying to hide it, or go unnoticed.

"What about you? You from here?"

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 437
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Animals by Nickelback

New York city blood. They were pretty tough up there, how come he hadn't recognized her accent? Justin knew a couple of people from the NYC, and had been up there regularly to visit them. They were his connections into the music business and he had been going around trying to find some real talent to start promoting. Of course that had been put on hold, much to his dismay. But his sister needed him and he knew he'd kill himself if he went too far. Justin acted strong, and he often was, but losing his parents had broken him. This, what he was right now, was a barrier to defend himself against remembering his parents. Of course he was like this all the time but he had not grieved, and it was a dangerous thing to do.

I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight
I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out
I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing
Screamin'

No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Check out the trouble we're in

Me? No.

He shook his head, quick to reply.

Los Angeles - born and bred, babe.

He stretched his arms out wide, smiling confidently as if presenting something fantastic. He dropped his arms, burying his hands into his pockets. He studied her for a moment, his eyes softening.

Wouldn't be caught dead in this town if it weren't for my sister.

He admitted, sounding defiant.

What are you doing so far away from home?

Justin asked, scuffing the floor. He was standing pretty close to her now, in touching distance, but Justin didn't raise a hand to her. He kept his greedy little fingers to himself. Justin had a background with the girls, losing the big V to a girl who was pretty hideous looking back on it now. Otherwise, he picked up the cheerleaders and other sluts on the side. Sure, they weren't exactly the best choices he ever made but the one he did make a good decision on was B. B was Brianna - the last girl he'd been with. She was younger than him by three years and was just starting out as a sophomore when they met. JT and B had been good friends up until her senior year, where Justin finally came out with it - he liked her. It had been sincere, but B was smart and had a damn good future ahead of her. Justin let her go when she told him that she wasn't going to take her scholarship to be with him. That had been a couple of months ago and Justin looked like he was over her. B was a good girl, and Justin being, well, Justin, he would have broken them up sooner or later. He needed someone on the same level as him - a rebel.