WE'D GET LEGENDARY TONIGHT `

[REESE ARLETTE HASSAN]

WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT

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reese arlette hassan

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"pass me another bottle, honey, the jaeger’s so sweet"
"but if it keeps you around, then i’m down."

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WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION

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NAME: reese arlette hassan
NICKNAME: reese’s pieces, reesey, reese witherspoon, ree-ree, arlie, hussy hassan.
GENDER: vaginaaaa.
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: twenty-two, november 11 1986
SEXUALITY: bisexual, but she hasn’t come out yet.
STATUS: involved with danvers, sophomore.
RELIGION: agnostic.
YEAR: sophomore.
MAJOR: journalism.
PB: meg frampton.

KICK DRUM BEAT IN MY CHEST AGAIN
WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN

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REESE LIKES: her iphone. her macbook. myspace. buzznet. her sidekick. her itouch. stickam. random emails. being textually active. scary movies. ugly dolls. vodka straight up. kamikaze and liquid cocaine shots. menthol cigarettes. parties. her friends. flat irons. extensions. mac. false eyelashes. halloween. costume parties. cupcakes. warm chocolate chip cookies. hamburgers. any kind of television. gross-out jokes. guitar hero. video games. synth music. fake mustaches. muddy fields. rainy days. trees. play fighting. sexing hot folk. touring. climbing trees. peppermint patties. vegan food. bubble tea. sushi. peanut butter. organic foods. the smell of rain on hot cement. mosh pits. photography. obscure art. making music. making art. managing a band. maple syrup. pancakes. flavored lube. glow in the dark anything. being on top. orange juice. maraschino cherries. cocktails. dirty talk. being rough in bed. biting. kisses. hugging. cuddling. laughing until she cries.
REESE DISLIKES: romantic movies. fish. aquariums. sea world. shamu. tighty-whities. short skirts. long dresses. getting motion sickness. apples. martinis. bad coffee. cheese sandwiches. fakes. liars. cheaters. drama-llamas. giraffes. worms. leeches. blood in general. meat. the circus. peacocks. wool sweaters. the color brown. her brother. milk. excessive facial hair. neck beards. hesitant guys. being nervous. taking medication. being a drug addict. people who spell out curse words. screaming babies. shopping. action movies. umbrellas. yoko ono. birds. getting rejected. going home alone. waking up alone. watermelon candies. giant dogs. pants that have words across the ass (unless it’s something vulgar and offensive). scarves. wearing shoes indoors. santa clause. her father’s atrocious accent. the holidays. candy canes. her accent.
PERSONALITY: 'there's two sides to me, i'll have you know. i've just programmed myself to behave in two different manners depending on who i'm with. that makes me sound like some sort of scary robot, but it's true. i just don't feel comfortable being myself around people i don't know, so i sort of like to test them. i act like a bitch, though not totally; i talk shit; i make and break acquaintances very quickly if they're not useful or beneficial to me. of course, i don't go crazy with all of this, so i do make some friends. the sad part, though, is that those that i usually do make are exactly like me. it's hard not to get emotionally attached to them, you know? but some people see right through my front and have seen enough of me with my actual good friends to want to be a good friend. to get on my good side.

besides being a part-time douchebag, i can be a fun kid. i make bad jokes, snort when i laugh hard, actually put myself into humorous situations in order to play the fool, and so on and so forth. there may or may not be a video of me on youtube pretending to be kiki kannibal...except i have black electrical tape for 'stripes' in my hair, a diaper with suspenders, and a huge, ugly-ass shrinky-dink on a chain. yeah, it was a dare, but i can be funny if i want to be. usually it involves me making a fool of myself or mocking someone else, but i enjoy it. now, when i'm in a negative mood...you'll probably hate my guts. i mope, i whine, i sigh and act like a big emo kid. and that's when i'm not agressive or stressed. when i am, i lash out at others. i tear them to shreds emotionally and i actually kinda pride myself on it. i pout and brood and give dirty looks. i make nasty remarks and it's not always pleasant. the one thing that can get me to stop is for someone to just be sympathetic, even a little. if someone were to tell me, 'reese, shut up' i would more than likely keep going just to be a stubborn ass.

i'm a mess of contradictions. ask any of my friends on my opinion on hollywood beauty ideals, and they'll tell you that i abhor them with every ounce of my being. so why would i be striving to meet them, caking on the makeup and spending hours on my hair if i hate them so much? i'm the same way with my family. more often that not, you'll hear me cursing someone in my family out, but i love them to death. i'm fucked up that way. i've had people ask me if i was bipolar, but that's not what's wrong with me. i just can't stand by my opinions. i'll smoke and drink, but you'll hear me moaning on and on about how terrible it is as i'm slamming back shots and chain-smoking. i guess old habits die hard and i'm in no fit condition to change them.

i'm terrible with keeping secrets. and i'm also really bad with asking questions. these two combined have earned me the less than honorable title of gossip queen. i can't help but to be nosy and try to dig up as much information about a person as i can. i've always been an 'ask-hole', as my brother calls me, but it just got worse when i realized i could use things against other people if i needed to. i had an extensive knowledge of a lot of not-so-pleasant facts of girls in highschool. and some non-facts, too. i wouldn't call them lies, just pieces of information that were badly communicated to me. i'm also a fabulous liar, but i've kind of grown out of using that, since i met people i actually get along with. i don't have to hide things from them.

what else can i say about myself...i have a bad temper. i've been known to throw fits if i don't get my way. well, actually, i am known for that. i'm like a little kid in that way. i'll scream and stamp my feet and generally act immaturely to get what i want. it can be anything, from things i want and can't have (sometimes men and women), to things i don't/do want to do. it's another one of those habits i can't break. but who would want to if people always give in to you? i'm a spoiled rotten princess and people either accept it and go along with it or don't tolerate it and leave me be. generally people have gone along with it, though, which surprises even me. maybe they think it's funny, maybe they think it's sad or maybe they think i'm retarded. but i do tend to shut up and act real nice when i do get my way. that could be the real reason.'
SECRETS: aborted a baby six months ago but she wanted to keep it.
had a lesbian experience with her best friend when she was fifteen.
was addicted to painkillers throughout high school.
addicted to her anxiety medication.

FEARS: people finding out her secrets, obviously!
someone seeing through her happy girl façade.
getting pregnant again; she won’t be able to get rid of it again, but she also isn’t ready to keep it.
falling for the wrong person.
dying of an accidental overdose.

GOALS: fall for the right person.
get married/shack up happily for at least two years.
have children when she’s emotionally and financially able to.
make a sex tape.
live in japan for a year.
learn 3 new languages.
get off of her medication for good.
live clean.
reconcile with lost friends.

I CAN MAKE YOUR HEART SLOW
I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES

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MOTHER'S NAME: jane elizabeth fleming hassan.
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: human resources lady at a big company.
FATHER'S NAME: jabari mohammed hassan.
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: he owns and runs a vegan/halal restaurant.
SIBLINGS: birch james hassan, nineteen, student/salesperson at american apparel.
caydee rae hassan, eighteen, student.
EXTENDED FAMILY: harold marvin fleming, sixty-one, uncle, CEO of the company jane works for. NATIONALITY: english (british english, fools!), egyptian, canadian.
HOMETOWN: manchester, england.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: london, england.
BEST MEMORY:

"probably graduating highschool. i had a really difficult time fitting in, because i was a late bloomer and i just don't get the whole girly-girl thing. i butted heads with a lot of people, fucked a lot of friends and ruined friendships like that. it was also when i was most heavily into drugs, so getting out of that was a good thing. graduating was just a culmination of getting through a rough period in my life."

WORST MEMORY:

" when i was ten, my little brother birch fell out of a tree and cracked his skull. it was an accident, but…i was the one who made him climb that tree. i egged him on until he climbed up, but he lost his footing and slipped out. he ended up fine, but i honestly was sick with guilt over that. i was convinced he was going to die and it was all my fault, and my parents would banish me to the garage for the rest of my life. that was the worst feeling i’ve ever felt. a close second is when i had to get rid of my baby a few months ago…but i’d rather just forget about that. "

HISTORY: reese wasn’t an accident, but her brother and sister were. her parents met when jabari went to england as an exchange student, and met jane at a youth rally. jabari was bold, brave and outgoing, while jane was quiet and determined, and they immediately hit it off. they spent as much time together as possible until jabari had to go back to canada to graduate. he vowed to return to england for jane, which he did as soon as he saved up enough money to rent them a tiny flat. he worked as a chef at a café (where he learned to manage a business as well as picked up some tasty vegan recipes) while jane worked as an office clerk. they married when jane was twenty-two and jabari was twenty-three, after dating and living together since jabari was seventeen and jane was sixteen.

born on a cool and calm november afternoon, reese had the middle class upbringing right from the start. her life was mediocre, to say the least. it was long and boring without much excitement. there were always just enough toys, just enough clothes for the little girl. she never got anything she ever asked for that wasn't necessary, which was probably the cause for all the excesses she would grow accustomed to as she grew up. reese would have probably been happy with any sort of imbalance in her life, be it good or bad. as a kid, she often sought to have adventures, and often it resulted in getting in trouble. but of course, reese loved it. falling out of trees and getting lost were adventures and they brightened her drab life. it would be a dangerous thing later on in life, however.

something reese never got a lot of was attention. her younger siblings were always better behaved, charismatic, pleasant and more affectionate to her parents. reese was distant and independent, and rather didn't have the interest or time to bond with her family. her family just got used to not paying her any attention so when she actually craved it, it was never offered. so she began to look for it in other ways. the things she did for fun became much more dangerous and risky, including making her own tree fort and camping out for days on end in the summer, sneaking into abandoned houses and exploring, and even trying to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow when she was seven. reese was often brought home by the police, given a reprimand by her parents and then left to her own devices.

reese found ways to make people notice her when she started school. she asked a lot of questions in class, got in fights in the playground, made and broke friendships within days. no one was ever sure who reese called her best friend, but those that usually lasted the longest were equally hyperactive and abrasive. reese kept many close male friends, as they were the one who enjoyed adventures and getting dirty as much as she did. when she was twelve, she had a record of 5 fights in the schoolyard, and won them all. reese was tough but her smile was always known to win even the grouchiest people over.

when reese began middle school, she found that most people had changed over the summer. girls were even cattier than before, and the guys weren't interested in hanging out with her. instead, her former friends were all chasing the girls that despised everything reese was. the young woman struggled for several years to find a way to get attention again from guys. she missed being friends with them and now that the only thing on their minds was sex, she would give it to them. of course, by hooking up with a new guy every month, she'd be guaranteed some interesting conversation. plus she found she liked sex, which was a bonus. reese couldn't even be bothered with her new title as school tramp. she had boys who were friends who would actually entertain her until she got bored and went for the next biggest, more exciting thing.

reese also lost her tomboy looks at around age fifteen, and started to grow into her lanky frame. she was a late bloomer, definitely, and her girlie hormones took hold of her all of a sudden. she began wearing makeup and styling her hair in something other than a ponytail. clothes were no longer something to just wear so as to not be naked, but a whole new interest. reese had finally found something in common with other girls. she picked up a few close female friends at the beginning of high school, though they were rather loud and tom-boyish like her in several aspects. girlie-girls were definitely a pet peeve, and though she'd never admit it, reese always wanted to be like them. they were loved by everyone, it seemed. they never got into fights or got dirty, the boys loved them even though they didn't want to talk about video games or sports. they were like the stupid little plastic dolls you could buy at wal-mart. and reese was totally jealous.

reese had always had a curiosity in drugs. on summer vacation after her junior year, the family moved to london (the family moved when jane’s uncle offered her a big promotion at his company) and her world changed forever. reese was always quick to make new friends, but the ones she made as a teen were to lead to one of her great downfalls. she finally gave in to one of her friend’s peer pressure and smoked a joint. she liked it, the calming effect and the way everything was so funny and she was doing it with friends and got their approval. soon after that, she started smoking pot on a daily basis, graduating to uppers and downers as well. her friends supplied her with ecstasy, xanax, ativan, ephedrine and caffeine pills with her usual pot. she skipped school constantly to get high, hid under bleachers to smoke joints, and even dealt a little on the side when she was low on cash. her mother found a joint in her jeans one day when she was doing the laundry, and forced reese to quit. well, reese didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. she was under constant lockdown in her house, and didn’t go to a social event for three months.

BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS

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ROLE PLAY WORD:

·IF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE THEN WHY DOES MY HAND FIT YOURS THIS WAY?·

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,, IF YOU ARE NOT MINE THEN WHY DOES YOUR HEART RETURN MY CALL?

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[/font] reese’s eyes simply widened, and her jaw dropped silently as lex told her his story. it was…a little bit sad, a little bit hilarious, and a little bit sick. an awesome, if not slightly humiliating story. “oh, that sucks,” she mumbled, glancing at him with her own blush on the cheeks. she was embarrassed for him. geeze, cumming on your mom had to be on the top 5 lists of worst nightmares. “when…when i was just out of highschool, i realized i liked girls too. and…i got really wasted at a party, and i thought it would be a good time to come out, so i started making out with this really hot chick. and i found out the next day it was a dude that just looked really girly,” she laughed, blushing deeply. it was funny to her, yet embarrassing, and she still didn’t care about telling lex about it. she was comfortable with him, more comfortable then she initially thought she’d be. “a lot of them want you, though,” she pointed out softly, tensing up a little. she was rather jealous of the groupies, how they swept in and took what they wanted from the band. their little piece of fame, that meant nothing to them emotionally. and neither did the guys, not the band or the rockstars but the boys who played in the band and used to be a shitty toronto band. she was jealous of their perfect bodies, of their ease of manner with the guys in bands, in how they were picked more than a girl with actual feelings because it was easier to deal with. and because, she assumed, they were sleeping with lex. she wanted him all to herself. when he spoke again, his voice dripped honey and suddenly reese was all about lex. she focused in on his words, listening to the tone of his voice, and it was like a mindgasm. he seemingly knew how to press all of her buttons in that magic combination that always resulted in fireworks. when she recovered enough from the comment, she crooked her eyebrow and laughed. “oh babe, you don’t have to worry about that,” reese grinned crookedly, connecting their lips once more and holding the kiss, closing her eyes. she gave him a few soft, gentle kisses before kissing his cheek. sex was honestly not even a problem for her to give him at this point; she figured it didn’t really hurt to let him know that she was more than willing to, that she wanted it. but if she wasn’t so eager, he was essentially claiming he’d wait for her until she wanted to have sex with him. it was…actually, really sweet of him. but she wasn’t so sure about how sincere he was. lex, to her, moved on quickly, from one girl to another. as far as she knew, he wasn’t just fucking her. but she didn’t know for a fact. it was just easier to believe, and easier to keep herself distanced from him just that little bit that made the difference between being alright when he moved on, and being totally heartbroken. slowly, she nodded, pressing her lips to his gently before she pulled back, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to suck on it in a worried, nervous manner.

“really?” reese asked softly, blushing and grinning. her legs. reese was actually kind of fond of her legs, considering them one of her best features, although she thought her thighs could be that much slimmer and that much longer. they were nicely shaped for a girl of her build though. still thin for that build. but not model, thigh-high legs in coochie-cutter shorts that look more like panties than shorts. that, she thought, was the height of glamour. but if lex liked her legs, well…she must have been doing something right. but lex…he had perfect legs. muscular thighs and perfectly-formed calves, best viewed nude or in skin-tight jeans. he had a cute, round little butt, which reese secretly giggled over. because it was so adorable. lex was adorable, and just a little bit of that sultry sex appeal with his legs, and his lips, oh god his mouth itself was enough to drive reese to gnawing on her own when she stared at him. his lips were so much more enjoyable than any other pillow-lipped girl she’d ever kissed. his sometimes sulky and moody attitude also applied here. he was a little ball of fire, especially in the sack. and he had the shy, cute nerdy boy charm. that just ate at reese’s obsession with boys who stayed home and played video games. because they were familiar. he was a deadly combination of reese’s varied preferences, it scared her how amazingly perfect he was for her. she decided that she was going to sleep with him five months before, a few minutes into a particular stunt he and levi were pulling. they got up onto the roof of the bus, and started shooting various merch items off of the roof. when reese realized she wasn’t having a heart attack, and that it was actually kind of hilarious how the boys were giving away merch, she stood back and watched the entire thing, until they climbed down grinning and laughing. when he came close, he was sweating a little, but in that virile way that only lex could pull off without looking cheesy. his face was pink, and he was grinning. the sun was just starting to set in the summer, and the sunlight caught his hair in the way that showed off the gold and highlighted the reddish tint it had in certain light. jesus, he was beautiful. he had the perfect body that catered to all of her senses (she only realized after they had sex how much more enjoyable it was, partly because he wasn’t just skin and bones like her usual flavor-of-the-weeks were, and how soft his skin was, how he managed to look soft yet definitely masculine at the same time, the noises he made when they were fucking, the sweat just barely glazing his skin salty on her tongue when she sucked lovebites into his neck behind closed door; and it drove her absolutely crazy for more of him). that’s when a surge of hormones ran rampant and she found herself imagining how he’d look naked, how he’d taste when they kissed, how his bare skin would feel against hers, how soft and low and seductive his voice would go as he breathed curse words and murmured encouragements into her ear, the smell of sex lingering on her sheets when they passed out on top of the other. at that moment, she decided that the only way to get rid of this silly notion that lex edmonton was one of the most, if not the, most attractive men she’d ever seen in her life. but she was hooked, and she needed more, and more, and more. all the time. “please do,” she purred against his lips, pressing another peck to his mouth. she needed to feel his lips pressed against hers more and more often, she found. “yeah. you can. i’m just…suspicious. guys who suck up like that usually are looking to end up with their dick down my throat in a few hours,” she grinned crookedly, blushing a little as she glanced away. “not that you have to suck up for that, or anything…you know what, forget i said anything, i really enjoyed that little bit of sweetness,” she nodded, tucking her head under his and leaning her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. linking their fingers together again, she examined the tracks his veins made under his skin before replying. “bad santa, maybe,” she laughed, teasing him as she ran her thumb over the mountains and valleys of his knuckles, enjoying the feeling of their hands linked together like that.

“not even close. here’s one that’s more your style. how can you tell when a car mechanic has just had sex? one of his fingers is clean,” she almost snorted with laughter, shaking her head. dirty jokes made her giggle like a schoolgirl and blush like a virgin, but she loved hearing them. that was just the reaction she’d get. she wasn’t quite innocent, and for a girl of her social and cultural upbringing, she was rather promiscuous. but she wasn’t that experienced. and she didn’t like sleeping with random men. it had only happened a few times, and she never really felt okay about it. she preferred sleeping with male friends, guys she got to know. reese laughed out loud, blushing a little and pushing a small shock of hair from her eyes as it threatened to block her vision. “well, thank you. i’m glad you like them,” she smirked, glancing down at herself. her breath caught in her throat when his mouth moved to the little dip at the base of her throat, making her grasp for words for a second. “lucky for you, you have a free pass with them,” she chuckled, flicking hair from her eyes again. she was tempted to go to the kitchen and cut her fucking bangs high above her eyes. it was distracting her from lex. reese was pretty much down for whatever lex wanted her for. if he wanted to lube up and fuck her tits, she’d let him. if he wanted her to talk dirty and spank him with a wooden spoon, she would do it for him. he already had a tight hold over her, much stronger than she first thought, stronger than she initially felt comfortable with. she felt very comfortable with lex, and also anxious to please him. she would essentially bend over backwards and suck in her stomach if it meant that lex showed her a scrap of affection. “it’s such a pretty bra though,” reese frowned slightly, fingertips moving over the pale pink fabric that was laying on his lap. her fingers moved deftly, edging up, up, up his thigh, hinting at making contact with something more sensitive. “don’t you think? it was nice and comfortable. really thin,” she nodded, edging over to lex, crawling onto his lap. now she was rather ready for some casual fooling around. lex started it by removing her clothes. her hairs stood on end and she shivered again, deliberately wrapping her arms around his neck and staring at him. her lips quirked up into a grin before she pressed her lips to his, soft and gentle. sucking his lower lip into her mouth, she dug her teeth into the soft skin just a little, letting go to brush her tongue against the seam of his mouth, prodding gently to get it open and yielding to her desires. her tongue slid against his, dancing around teasingly, memorizing how it gave in to her suggestive movements. her fingers tugged gently at his hair, combing it over and over; the other hand moved to his hipbone and squeezed gently, thumb stroking the skin softly. his hair was soft, fine and the most interesting shade she’d ever seen. her entire family had dark hair and dark eyes, her mother the only person with skin anywhere near as pale as lex’s. he was beautiful, with his milky skin and light eyes and light hair. and he didn’t sing like any white boy she knew. she sucked on his tongue for a few seconds, lingering before she pulled off to nip at his lips again, teeth grazing against the skin of his chin as she dragged her mouth down to his jaw. a trail of kisses outlined it, and reese went back a few times over, occasionally dipping to his neck to suck a wet mark into the skin. it was a real shame to see that white, pure skin unmarked. it needed her mark, she needed to at least taste it and attempt to leave a hint as to who had been there to seduce him. she pulled off, stroking the back of his neck and his hair lazily, examining the work she’d already done. it was far from perfectly shaped. since she started kissing, reese had tried to perfect the heart shaped hickey. her arms were often all bruised up from practicing on herself, and her boyfriends all ended up with dark marks sucked into their chests, vaguely looking heart shaped. she had a theory that guys were somehow naturally a lot better at it, some better than others. one of her boyfriends liked leaving them on her breasts, like a tacky tattoo. it was more satisfying to suck on someone else’s neck, though. she just had to be careful not to make any slurping sounds. those were best kept for blowjobs. the young woman grinded into him, rocking her hips slowly as she straddled him. she had him right where she wanted him, and she was going to get what she wanted. a few soft sighs escaped her lips, totally content with the feeling of lex underneath her and bending to her will, allowing her to kiss him however she pleased. after a few minutes she kissed the marks, moving back to gently kiss lex repeatedly, hardly resting between kisses. her mouth was starting to hurt from all the kisses, but it was a sweet ache. a fine sheen of sweat wicked at the small of her back, and a heat flushed her face to a rosy color. she breathily laughed, nuzzling her face in lex’s neck as she relaxed against his body, fingers rubbing his chest softly.

reese blushed, a heat rushing to her cheeks. she didn’t think british accents were that sexy. especially if they were nasal, or the cockney-type drawl that bastardized the language. it sounded prettier coming from some people’s mouths, and ugly from others. she supposed that her own voice was what struck lex’s fancy, thankfully. and that was what mattered. she was aiming to please him alone when she did her sexy british schoolteacher shtick. and if he started getting aroused by it, even better. there was never really any objection to bringing someone else a bit of pleasure, especially when it didn’t cost her anything or took any exertion to do. “maybe another time i’d like to see that,” she teased, hooking her fingertips teasingly into the waistband of his boxers. now that the ice had all been broken, she felt comfortable enough in teasing lex just that little bit more. there was always something she could do or say to push him closer to the edge. as a woman, she knew she had that power over men, and even other women if they swung that way. she was a bullshit artist of sorts, a bullshit artist that specialized in seduction. reese nodded, sighing contentedly as she closed her eyes, listening to the noises his insides made as she waited for him to sing her something. she felt the shift when he moved to get the song, but she didn’t open her eyes. she bit down on her lip when he started, listening intently and trying to write it permanently into her memory. just so she wouldn’t have to stammer and stutter when she wanted to hear it again, which she inevitably would. her addiction to lex was growing by the second, laying here in his bunk. when it sounded like he was finished, she licked her lips a few times, waiting just to make sure before she spoke. “i seriously love your voice. i could listen to you read the ingredients of a box of crackers and be totally mesmerized,” she admitted softly, smiling gently. “that was a new song, right? i really liked it. really pretty, the way you sang it,” she murmured with a nod, kissing his chin. “definitely keep it for the band to listen to, alright?” ah, she hated talking business in the middle of the cuddlefest. but she was still the assistant manager, and she wasn’t going to let him throw it out before she was able to mention it again when they were technically working together next. she trailed her fingertips up and down his forearm, feeling the soft hairs roll under her touch. “when we go to london, i’m going to take the entire band on really touristy trips. we’re going to see everything about london that i love. like trafalgar square. there’s a fountain there, where i fell in. and then i started swimming around in the water,” she giggled, nodding once. “i’ll show you. and maybe make a dramatic re-enactment,” she laughed, shaking her head. reese was a bit of a performance artist, who thrived on people laughing at her silliness. she wanted to make lex laugh, to see him smile and just because of her. she was pretty sure that diving into a public fountain would do the trick, if performed correctly. “it’s only really funny if we’re drunk, though…so we’ll go to a pub or something and get wrecked first,” she grinned wickedly.[/center]

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MUSIC; if you’re not the one by daniel bedingfield, lawl.
LOOKS; this.
WORDS; 2842
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