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Cursing Søren in her mind, Lucy could feel her cheeks burning redder at his comment. A frown was drawing itself over her slightly chapped lips, which made them slightly redder than normal. She needed to watch herself. She hated that her crush on Parker was so obvious to Søren, and that he had to omnipotently point it out whenever he got the chance. She turned and looked out the window, at the passing streets, trying to keep the bitch in her calm. But really, she wanted to punch the "fool" in his face, not that her strength would do much damage. .

What was she thinking? Punching Søren in the face? She looked back at the review mirror, seeing Søren's eyes concentrating in driving. Maybe he was jealous. But of what? There was nothing to be jealous of. Obviously, the thought of Parker and Lucy being an item was far from possible. Besides, they were band mates. She learned her lesson a while ago about that. . Or something like that, anyhow.

She bit her lip, trying not to say anything negative towards Søren. It was a struggle. Every time. There was nothing she could say or do that would not make the situation more awkward. She needed to learn to tune Søren out in times like these. Was that even possible?

Lucy sighed as Jill pulled into the parking lot. Matt was early. Overachiever. She picked up her guitar, feeling the the smooth case with her hands. The feeling calmed her nerves. She was excited for band practice, even with Søren's comments, playing with the guys was worth it. Really, it was and is. Stepping out of Jill, Lucy tried to ignore Parker, his back was turned, anyways, which made the situation ever so much easier. She let out another deep breath, breathing in the outside air, as if she had been cooped up in Jill for hours, which felt like it after Søren's comment. The tension. Was she the only one who felt the tension?

Parker seemed. . Laid back.

Søren offered to help Parker unload his drum set, which was a surprisingly nice gesture. Lucy did not feel like analyzing it. Whatever the reason. . She backed away from the van, "Hey, Matt." She managed to say, lifting her voice into the air, a little shaky from the "drama" that happened in Jill. God, Søren got under her skin so quickly. She privately thanked some god Søren was being nice because really. . . Lying in bed next to Parker, dosed in some illegal candy just. . . She shook her mind from the matter -- Matt, oh yeah, she was talking to Matt.

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Part vibration rumbled in Lucy's pant pocket, again. She dug out her cellphone and clipped it open. Another text from Søren. Lucy smiled at Søren's text. She bared a few teeth, smiling down at his lengthy words. Suave.

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She didn't have to wait as long as expected. Jill came tumbling around the corner with Parker, good ol' sexy Parker, shouting, "FREE CANDY!" breaking the awkwardness Lucy was starting to feel just at the sight of Jill. Good ol' sexy Parker. . she shook her head, smiling, letting out a soughed laugh.

"Yoo-hoo! Mister Candy Man!" Lucy continued the joke, waving her hand in the air as dainty as possible, fluttering her fingers in the air. She could not help but let out another laugh. She forgot all about her bad looks and tiresome job. Ah, the guys. She stood up, running her hand that had been dangling so frivolously in the air, through her pink hair, wiping any strands from her tired face.

"Fuck, you guys got here fast," she sheepishly admitted aloud to them as she waited for Parker and his muscular body to rearrange a few things in Jill before she slid into the van. A smile was still set on her lips, a slight blush in her face.

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Do you want me to change it back?

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I edited my post so it would match Parker Mors' picture. Just an FYI. Ie, no more Peter Pan references. . . Haha?

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Orchestratic said
You'll only manage? Did I damage your or Lucy's view of Parker? XD I can change it back if it honestly bothers you, though -- the other picture fit the part better, but I couldn't help it. I agree he was sexy, but Maxx is Set It Off's drummer, so his appeal is a given. xD

Well, I think Lucy would be more submissive towards the former picture and maybe more interested? With Maxx, she will be shyer and more curious as to what she did wrong, trying to improve herself -- grudgingly so.

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Taking a drag from her cigarette, Lucy felt a vibration in her front pocket. It was her cell phone receiving a text message, she pulled her cheap three year-old Pantech cellular device from her ripped jeans pocket. She slid it open to read, "Hey Parker wants to know if you'd like a ride. So would you?" She stopped walking, staring at the P on the screen. A slight hesitation rested on Lucy's shoulders. Parker wants to know... Like he seriously cared about her. . . Of course he did, they were in the same band together. She shook the feeling, and quickly, with her thumb, she tapped out a response, "22nd and Main." She pressed send and watched her phone load and send the message, as slowly as possible. Despite the used and worn conditions of her cellphone, Lucy really liked it. It was quaint, did what she wanted, and didn't think faster than her. It was a good puppy -- errr. . cell phone she would remind herself. Somehow, the cellphone was making its way into her heart, but not quite as deep rooted as her guitar, which she never named. It was a silent name if it did have one. They had a serious relationship -- a jealous one, almost. Lucy preferred no one call her guitar, only she was allowed to soothe its beauty verbally, and that was generally with her singing vocals.

"Looks like we're gettin' a ride," she mumbled to the air; the cigarette dangling from her dried pastel, pink lips. She sat down, setting her guitar case next to her. She wasn't about to stand and wait. Standing and waiting reminded her too much of her Churchy roots -- something, she preferred not to contemplate. It generally reminded her how low she was capable of falling. . and by falling, she meant in love with guys like Tim. But he was dead to her, now. Or might as well be. She hadn't heard shit from or about him since the hospitable, not even rumors, and she knew, sometimes, those drugs did give him the shits, she remembered, silently cursing herself. With all the cursing she had been doing to herself as of lately, she pondered whether she should start considering herself a witch. The cheesy joke came and went just like the use of her cigarette, which she took out of her mouth and tossed on the sidewalk by her foot. She lifted her foot and smothered it into the cement. 22nd and Main. . .