KARA rush for blood

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Dylan and Kara were back at it this time. The game was probably the most entertaining, obnoxious, irritating, humiliating . . . Yeah, well you get the picture. Dylan hated it but loved it at the same time. It's like alcohol, cigarettes, and Charlotte. He hated them but loved them. Why can't life be simple? And you know what else is fucked up? At their last dare match, he found her necklace on the ground. You know the one- she's never without it around her neck. He found it on the ground and has kept it under his possession ever since. From time to time, he looked at it and wondered to himself why he kept it. He should just return it. He wondered if she missed it any.

No, seriously. Why did he keep it? Evertime he looks at it he feels guilty, it's creepy to have it really... But whatever, he'll deal with it later. Or decide not to deal with it period. "My turn." he said to her, lighting a cigarette. What could top the last dare? How far would this go? He had not a clue but was wanting to find out. In fact, when these games came up it had a very similar feeling as drinking does. Dylan felt invincible and ready for anything. Of couse next day it hit him how humiliating the whole thing was. But it was addictive enough to bring him back. Teasing Kara and trying everything he could to gauge a reaction from her- or just a hint of a reaction from her was endlessly challenging as it was addictive. High on it's challenge, he looked to the liquor store and grinned. "Okay... The security there sucks. It's all everyone talks about at school." He looked at her blank mask of a face. "I dare you to rob the liquor store."

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;we ought to start the thread when they commit a crime, get drunk, kiss, and she discovers the necklace? anyway, sorry this post sucked. DX
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

The girl stood leaning against the brick wall, one leg tucked up beneath her as she stared at the concrete befor her. Beside her stood a dark haired boy- a not so rare occurance these days. "My turn." The two were locked in a vicious game of dare, a game that had now managed to span a few weeks, an odd timeline of humiliting, yet amusing, moments. She had never played a game like this but was quite enjoying it. It was amazing the things Dylan would do to avoid backing down from a challenge- like singing strawberry kisses to a lunchroom full of students who he had spent years trying to intimidate. It was an oddly addictive game that had been slowly turning more outrageous and dangerous, yet all the more entertaining. Messed up kids with their messed up minds could come up with some truly spectacular dares. Many that wouldn't be forgotten by the students who saw them.

He lifted yet another cigarette to his lips and lit it easily, a now well-prefected skill. Before he could place the lighter back in his pocket she reached over and took it off him. It was a strange relationship between these two, impossible to explain. She turned her attention to playing with his lighter, wasting his gas, but since when was that her problem? How strange her love of fire was. She was drawn from her mezmoried state as Dylan began to speak. 'okay...' She looked over at him, taking in the grin that spread across his face. He was enjoying this game. The security there sucks. It's all everyone talks about at school." She watched him steadily as he turned his gaze to her, ready to announce his dare. "I dare you to rob the liquor store.". There it was. Wait. That was it? He wanted her to take some alcohol from a low security liquor store? really?

And here was the proof that he had no idea of her past. Crime was nothing new to Kara. She shrugged, "sure." Everything in her voice said she didn't care. She placed her foot down and pushed herself to her feet before returning his lighter."What drink do you feel like then?" She questioned, tugging at a peice of hair. If she was going to rob this place she may as well steal something they liked so it didn't go to waste. Her fingers drifted to her neck only to find her fingers didnt meet the fimilar metal feel of her locket, reminding her once again that she'd lost it a few days ago. A pain stabbed through her heart at the thought and she returned her hand to her side. She wanted it back so badly, it was the only thing in life she valued. Typical wasn't it? That of all the things she could have lost, it had to be her locket. But oh well, thats how things went for her in life. The worst thing that could happen, always did. Always.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`500
ooc`sorry for the wait.
btw, wasnt there another plot with dylan, zaley and will that required dylan being humiliated by a dare from kara?
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

She took the lighter and began flicking it on and off. By now, Dylan was used to this strange habit. Watching her stare at the small flame in a fascinated trance was about as close to emotion as he could ever see on her. It was the eyes, blue and intense that found a focus on the lighter. It reminded him of the dogs his mother used to own. They were just as intense and obsessed over small things. At one point he wondered if she would kill all his lighters to the point he'd have to quit smoking. Frankly, that sounded great. He hated that he smoked and despite the prices to afford the habit, he felt little reason to stop. Charlie didn't like the habit. She never says anything to tell him this but he could tell by her look. It was the subtle disapproval in her face that told him. But it didn't matter. He was still going to smoke in front of her. She knew that having him as a friend meant taking it or leaving it.

He stared at her face, half-expecting a reaction of some sort but it was appearant this this wouldn't be the time he got a rise out of her. 'Sure' was all she said. Disappointed, he watched her as she was about to go in. He tucked the lighter back into his pocket. What drink do you feel like then? Well good, at least this dare wouldn't be a total waste of time and effort of a dare. Before he answered, he saw her touch her neck. She has missed it. Feeling a sting of guilt, he faltered in his answer to her. Did she have any idea that he had it? How would he know? So far it looked as if it was physically impossible for her to express an emotion. Perhaps the kids at school were right, she really didn't feel anything. Taking his gaze away from her, taking a drag before he answered "Grey goose... or smirnoff." He forced a cocky smirk. He was so fake. She better bring back some drinks back soon, he felt like he really needed them. The words came out before he realized them in thought. "Want any help Kara?"

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;i didn't think of that! well, okay i've got an idea! you know how kara gets pissed about the necklace? what if she tries to get her revenge by really taking a step up the dares, that humiliate him - thus when zaley's in the picture. after zaley's suicide attempt, kara tries to dare him again and he finally gives up and says 'what's the point?' or something. he leaves and kara realizes that she likes him? then after the will and dylan confrontation, he's at the last straw with life so he finds kara, perhaps a little drunk, and tells her that he loves her and that he needs to know how she feels so he can get over it if she doesn't feel that way? that's just an idea. what do you think?
sorry it's short btw.
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

It was odd that he just let her take it off him now, had she done it when they first met he probably would have attacked her, so what had changed thanks to a game of dare? Something had, but to put your finger on it... well, good luck. Nothing was really easy with Kara, it was all so hard to read and place and her lack of a history certainly didn't help anyone. Except her of course. It kept her far away from 'home' hence, it kept her safe. He, the man biology said was her father, was the only thing in the world to scare her, that she was yet to come across anyway. It was kind of hard to be scared of anything, abuse took that reaction out of you. Infact most reactions had been taken from her. She'd be trained to stand up and shut up. If you fell, got hit, got hurt, stand up and dont make a noise, not a single tear. The result? The girl who stood before you. And she was fine with that, it worked well.

Her dark fringe fell into her eyes as her fingers ran over her pale skin, not the metal they searched for. It took only seconds to drop her hand back to her side. Forget it. That was the best way to deal with it. This shit happened to her, constantly, all the good stuff was taken away in the worst way possible. Instead she turned her attention back to the dare she had been offered, and had easily accepted - and the thought that drinking was a good way to forget. Dylan didn't answer her right away. Instead he took his time to look away and take another drag before he replied. "Grey goose... or smirnoff." She watched his usual cocky grin return. Smirnoff sounded good.

"Want any help Kara?" The question came before she had even managed to turn fully towards the store. Turning back a little she gauged whether he was serious or not, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she did so, feeling the cold metal of snakebites. Something in his face said he was suprised that he'd asked, or that she had turned back a bit to consider it, either way. "Sure, why not?" She answered. If the security sucked as much as everyone said neither of them would have needed help to rob this place but it was bound to be more fun with two people. Turning back towards the store Kara began to cross the narrow empty road to complete the dare. Planning was for freaks. They could easily wing it.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`442
ooc`Sounds good to me =] and is k
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Sure why not. With that, he followed behind her. It was a major surprise she'd welcome him in her criminal activity but he was game. Man, he was actually going to do it... It'd surprise the world to know that Dylan Torres, a kid from juvie, has never broken a law... all except underage drinking that is. And in their world in st. helenas, that was a no biggie at all. Everyone drank around here. Everyone smoked pot, everyone had sex, everyone did drugs, everyone had broken the law. It was just that he hasn't. Not that they'd think so. They all thought he did it all. Hardly. Just shows you how stupid they were, but what can you expect from a bunch of dopers anyway? They all talked shit, they all were opening their mouths. Except for Kara. She only opened it on the rare occasions. It was like a bigfoot sighting when her vocal chords were put to work. Dylan liked the quiet that surrounded her. He could think and he could not think.

Like as he walked behind her, he wasn't thinking anything. It was a natural peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. He liked not thinking more than he liked thinking. He tossed the cigarette away before entering the store. Kara didn't say anything, nothing of a plan or anything... why- did that surprise him? His secret inexperienced felt to hit him like the warm air that hit them when they opened the door and he saw the cashier behind the counter reading a magazine. The radio was fuzzy and playing beside the cashier playing lame, no, just plain bad songs from the 80s. His hands retreated into his pockets and he glanced over at him nervously... The cashier looked at them boredly. Shit, he looked away to follow Kara hoping it wasn't so obvious that he was self-conscious. He followed her past the rows of boxes of cheap and light beers to the back aisles where the good drinks were held. Sweet.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;yayness
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

She pulled open the door of the liquor store, Dylan close behind. He was right, from what she could see the security did suck, the most they seemed to have was the cashier himself and a mirror above the counter that was supposed to provide him with an extra angle to veiw and catch theives. This was easy done. Kara turned and began making her way down the aisles, running her fingertips along one of the shelves as she went. Stealing was nothing new to her, she'd done it to keep herself alive, for the rush and for the general amusement. She'd stolen all sorts of things, food, drink, money, cars, anything she needed really, well the cars she hadn't needed but that was beside the point wasn't it? The point was that being a street kid had taught her how to do things like this, just this time it was for a game not survival. And this time it was with Dylan.

Weaving between shelves and piles of boxes it didn't take long to locate the smirnoff in its usual place at the back of the store, Dylan following each of her footsteps closely. She glanced over at him as they approached the correct shelf. What the hell was his problem? The change in him probably wasn't so noticable to everyone else, but she'd gotten used to the confident air he carried with them and for the first time it was sagging and fading. Ignoring his nervousness she wrapped her delicate fingers around the neck of a smirnoff bottle displayed proudly on the shelf and held it out for Dylan to take. "You leave, i'll distract." She said simply, not bothering to expand on what 'distract' meant, it wasn't his problem, all he had to do was walk out a door, something he did everyday of his life and surely he didn't need directions on how to do that. It honestly wasn't that hard.

Her fingers found the neck of another bottle and she took it from the shelf and made her way to the front counter, leaving Dylan to complete his part of the task. Behind the counter the cashier stood looking bored out of his mind as his eyes skimmed a magazine, the radio beside him choking out cracked songs that she'd never even heard, and from what she could hear that was probably not such a bad thing. He looked up as she placed the bottle on the counter and looked up at the wall behind him where packets of cigarettes stood in rows. "and i'll take a packet of those ones" she said, pointing in a vague direction that could have indicated any number of packets then pulled her wallet out of her pocket as the man turned away to try and decifer what the girl had ordered. "These ones?" he questioned reaching up to a packet. "No, a bit to the left." she answered dismissively and the poor confused shop keeper tried once again to figure out her code.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`503
ooc`Yeah... I got nada to say. lol
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

'You leave, I'll distract.' And just like that she strides over to the front! Man... He shouldn't feel so nervous about this. His stupid self was a mess no one saw and he doubted Kara knew. He took the lovely drink they came for. She left him in the aisle. He wished she stuck around just for another second, he was having a bad feeling. He should distract [whatever that means] while she steals. Too late, too slow dumb ass. he told himself. Looking behind him and around him, he very quietly tucked it into his very baggy hoodie. He looked at himself closely, was it inconspicious? It better be. He tucked his hands into his jean pockets, feeling the lighter at the tip of his fingers. Looking over to where Kara was, he nearly snickered at her distraction. The cashier, extending his arm this way and that was beginning to look more and more fed up. It occured to him how easy it'll be to make a very clean getaway. His dare he thought so challenging was a pieace of cake, especially to Kara who looked as unruffled as she always did. An unfamiliar thrill kicked in that made him smile inwardly just for a moment. They were really doing this.

Right when he was about to walk out with some confidence, his eyes spotted something else lovely. Grey Goose! Sweet! He took the bottle by the narrow top and found another challenge. Stealing two bottles... He concealed it in his shirt. Perhaps Kara will be impressed when he shows her two bottles rather than one! Walking to the door boredly, he opened it. Whoopsie fucking daisy... A bottle slipped out from under his shirt. Liquid and shattered glass splattered everywhere at the store entrance. "Shit." he mumbled. The realization of just how stupid he was seeped into his brain as he looked back at Kara and the cashier. Dylan wasn't looking so confident anymore. 'What the hell? Hey!' the cashier cried running around the counter towards them. Dylan grabbed the other bottle from his shirt and ran for it with Kara.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;--
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

She stood watching as the cashier kept shuffling around, trying to find the one packet she 'wanted'. He had clearly been working in the liquor store too long if he couldn't tell by now that it was a joke. The cashier was beggining to get frustrated with her vague indications but it was amusing her, she'd mess with him a little longer before putting him out of his misery. Poor guy. Ha! As if she cared. She made another indication, a little higher. He sighed but reached up further anyway. Suddenly her game was interrupted as a bottle exploded against the hard floor, shattering rather spectacularly. Shit. Kara hissed in her mind as the cashier spun from his rather awkward position- almost too fast to catch his feet. 'What the hell? Hey!' He cried and began to dash around the counter to get them, the change in his expression from frustration to anger was instant.

Kara grabbed the distraction smirnoff bottle from the counter and ran out the door after Dylan, the broken glass crunching under the soles of her black converse as she passed through the entrance. Together their feet pounded down the pavement, out of sync. The bottles wrapped tightly in their fingers, her hair flying around her and they ran to make their escape. This was the thrill she missed, although in the city it had been harder and more fun with more people to escape and avoid- and better security. Behind them the cashier chased after them, yelled demands, abuse, nonesense. Idiot. Never yell while running, you run out of breath faster. It wouldn't have mattered had he kept his mouth shut anyway, he clearly wasn't as fit as two teenagers, even one that smoked, and was left behind to rage alone. They kept their pace for a little longer before she allowed her footsteps to slow back to a walk. She shook her head to settle her hair back in place before she looked over at Dylan, a little more out of breath then her, due to the smoking she guessed.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`345
ooc`ah sorry for the length and the wait!!!
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

In pursuit of two lean youth, the cashier had no chance of catching them. Dylan realized this as his cries got less frequent and more distant. His dark old tennis shoes rolled him along the sidewalk besides Kara, his heart pounding to keep up with her. She seemed to just glide easily from their predator. His hands held a firm grip around the bottle, their prize. By the time they were slowing down he felt his lungs as if withered and frail. God he needed to quit smoking! He used to spend more time outside than indoors. He remembered how he loved the freedom of running, of his old home on the countryside too. The guy behind them was gone and consequently, they have made it closer to the northern part of st. isleng.

They settled into a walk, as if nothing happened. Dylan's breaths became assiduious in it's task to catch his breath. He smiled, nearly laughed. Who knew that he would've felt so... alive from this! And it all happened within a few quick seconds too. He looked at Kara and held a gaze on her. Would he ever know what were behind those eyes? He wanted so much to know and he couldn't understand why either. She wasn't nice, wasn't funny even... She was just a pretty corpse that had so many secrets. Smiling still, he said "My bad? ...next time, I'll stay behind." So much for impressing her eh? Come to think of it, she sure did know what to do didn't she? Imaginative thoughts sprung up in his mind as he looked at the bottle in his hand that survived. Smirnoff.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;no worries!
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

It was odd the feeling of freedom doing something like that could provide, although, on the other hand, if you got caught it all came crashing down on you and you felt more trapped then you had before when you had been standing outside that door. But at the moment this wasn't the case- they had escaped and still had two bottles of alcohol clutched in their hands to get them through the night. Doing this though had thrown her right back into the past and how far she had come. Although, to be fair, it was more a step sideways then forwards but it was better all the same. She'd gone from an abused child, to a criminal street kid, to an orphan who stole with the middle step being the only one where she was alive. Stage three, she shut down all over again. That was ok though, it kept her safe, if kept her away from 'home'.
It kept the monster away.

Beside her Dylan seemed to feel the freedom too as a smile spread across his face. He turned to look at her and held her gaze for a minute- "My bad? ...next time, I'll stay behind." Next time? her mind questioned, but her lips didn't repeat the thought. "The excercise is supposed to do us good right?" She said instead with a small shrug. She turned her blacked out eyes back to the bottle with her fingers wrapped around its neck glad to have some escape for tonight, an easy way to forget.

The two continued walking, though neither of them seemed clear on exactly where they were headed. Kara kept pace with the boy beside her who had managed to regain his breath after their rather hasty exit. The effect this game had had on their relationship, whatever one that may be, was a strange one. It was the first time in years she'd spent more then 5 mintues with the one person, it was the first time in years she'd walked beside someone. She wasn't completely sure she felt safe with that but she wasn't about to give up on this game, it gave her something to do and she wanted to see how far they could and would take it. It was her turn to give Dylan another dare, another challenge, but that would come on another day. Today, they could just sit down with their drinks.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`402
ooc`muse = fail.
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Was she mad? As happy as he was from the 'high' being chased down the street? Who know! But the comment; 'the exercise is supposed to do us good right?' was strange to hear from her. He had been expecting something much more sarcastic and mean, but he got that... Frankly, he was stunned but he kept that to himself. It was small followed by a light shrug. This was so casual of her! Dylan was excited about it in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, she was letting her guard down slightly for him? He was probably only high and making silly assumptions, but even as they continued walking, he couldn't shake the feeling of getting a step closer to her.

Dylan looked at his bottle, pleased that they managed to steal what they could- no thanks to him really. He got greedy and it became their down fall. Figures. But hey, they still had drinks! And to the distance he spotted an empty lot where a house was being built. The workers had all gone home, in fact you could basically say this house was an abandoned project. All there was were the bare structure of pale wood columns, no walls. He came to the dirt lawn and sat on the cement steps that lead up to front door frame that had no door. Looking at the sky, he saw how it was beginning to get late. The sun was setting. He twisted open the top of his bottle and looked at Kara before taking a sip. "Want me to open yours?"

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;kara muse=win. polly muse=dead. haha, i'm totally setting them up for kara to be like 'no -glares and opens bottle-' but let's just pretend the bottle tops are a little tough to open so he had reason to ask! XDDD
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

Lapsing back into her usual silence she simply walked, not focused on where they were going, more just following Dylans lead so she didn't have to think. Did she really count as alive anymore? She often questioned it herself. How often did you meet a human so empty? vacant? shut down? Who cares. She'd made it this far. Why give up now? It would still count as him winning and that was never going to happen. She'd fought too hard for too long. She'd gone through too much of his shit. She would live for herself, Chloe and Ben. One body for three dead children.

She began to come back into her own mind as their feet left the pavement, instead crunching over bare dirt. Before her the wooden skeleton of a house sprawled itself across the earth and Dylan swung comfortably down onto one of the concrete steps that served as an entrance to a non-existant front door of the non-existant house. She remained standing, facing the 'house' and Dylan, examining the frame, trying to picture the completed product but getting nowhere. Imagining the future had never been a talent of hers. She'd always failed when the teachers asked 'where do you want to be in 10 years?'. She found it easier to live in the past and present, to work with things you knew.

She heard her 'companion' open his stolen bottle of alcohol. Their night had now started. "Want me to open yours?" He questioned, looking up at her. "I don't need help." She replied coldly, wrapped her own delicate fingers around the cap of her bottle, attempting to twist it off. The lid barely moved under her fingers attempts, being weaker then a teenage boy. But being Kara, she refused to be defeated that easily and tried a second time. She slowly grew more frustrated as her attempt failed again, a few seconds later wordlessly holding the bottle out towards Dylan. Damn him.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`325
ooc`hahaha how cute XD
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

accidently killed this post, sorry!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

She hated when she needed help, and even more so when she had to actually accept it. Luckily that didn't happen too often. But it frustrated her to no end as she held the smirnoff bottle out to Dylan to allow him to open it for her. He seemed to hesitate for a second before reaching out to retreive the bottle with a smile. She just watched him as usual as he set his own drink aside and twisted his fingers around the cap of the unopened bottle. It took a solid attempt but it popped open on his second try. The smile didn't leave his face as he handed the newly opened bottle back to her, which she took back ungratefully without so much as a thankyou. "You're welcome babe." She glared in return. Smartarse. She took a swig of the bottle, enjoying the taste, a strong as it was. She loved the effect of alcohol. The way it could make you forget anything and everything, it could even let you escape the awakened state should you down enough of it, but then, you never really knew where you were going to wake up. Not that that was really a problem to be honest...

He took another sip of his own drink before observing the street. She glanced at what he was looking at, which effectively turned out to be nothing, just emptiness. "It tastes better stolen." He commented aloud in the near silence. She couldn't say she agreed, but it did make the event of drinking all the more fun. Then he made a comment that hit a little too close to home. "You looked like you knew what you were doing." She didn't let it show, that would be stupid, she'd spent this long hiding everything, why let this boy know something just because he was playing a childs game with her? She shrugged and walked up the stairs past him, taking her bottle with her, leaving no clue as to whether she did or didn't know what she was doing. She stepped inside the incomplete house, pausing inside the 'doorway' to down more of her alcohol. She flicked her hair out of her face and slowly, calmly ventured further into the house, following the layout of wooden bones, running her fingertips along a few as she passed. She paused again at another doorway to another room, accompanied by another swig. Maybe one day she'd have a home in a house like this.
One day. Maybe.

Maybe she'd even have someone who loved her.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`426
ooc`sorry bout the depressive post, is just my mood coming out in my writing.
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

He ran a hand through his hair as he smirked right back at her glare. However, he was eager to return his attention back to his drink. She did the same, ignoring all his statements to make an attempt for conversation. It wasn't strange that she'd ignore him or even walk away as if completely deaf in hearing. It was the way she was. She was an independant woman. Though he wished there was some indication on whether he got warmer or colder with each sentence he said to her. But it was all guessing and never ending frustrations exercise of patience trying to grasp something too elusive. Would he give up trying to understand her? Would he ever back down from a dare before it escalated to something much worse than robbing a liquor store? A crime he just committed without any guilt? He was considering with a few more sips of his drink.

She was so quiet that after a couple of gracious sips, he saw that she had started touring inside the house. He continued drinking, letting her have her space. Dylan concentrated on intoxicating himself for awhile, watching the sunset. He remembered the sunsets in Wisconsin, he smirked. He bet no one around here would've thought him as a country boy. Would Kara be surprised? Probably after seeing him trying to fox away two bottles. Where did Kara come from? His thoughts were wondering and drifting as they always did before he became drunk and stupid.

Dylan rose to his feet and came into the house. His steps on the blue-gray cement echoed slightly in the house without walls yet, just foundation. Who would come live here? Someone with money, someone happy and sucessful. The closest he could get to the house and the wealth it entailed was right now, with a bottle and a girl who hardly spoke. Would he ever get out of here and go to college? He had the grades, just no money and ambition nearly dead from all the years of stringing it along. He found Kara in a room. She was so quiet and alone, everywhere she went the same tune followed. He drank some more and said "What do you want to do? -when we get out of helenas I mean?" he asked, expecting only the quiet to answer, so he decided to put his input in first. "I think I want to be a doctor. I watched alot of ER in juvie, I guess." he said before taking a sip of his drink. Hoping maybe for a response of any sort.

TAGGED;kara
STATUS;finished
COMMENTARY;aw hun! DX are things better with your boyfriend?
LYRICCREDIT;mewithoutYou