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starting a 1x1x1 smash mouth fandom
I'll be guy fieri
I am looking for the allstar and the girl who looks dumb
But both have to fall in love with me by the end (or succ)
I'll be guy fieri
I am looking for the allstar and the girl who looks dumb
But both have to fall in love with me by the end (or succ)
get that negativity outta here brOchacho ;-)
Bears?
The three burly animals stared down both Cameron and Justin intently as they took the time to process what they were seeing in front of them. She had seen them out on hunts before, but that was much, much different than being trapped in a room unarmed with three of them.
”Let’s go, now!” Justin had yelled, and she did not waste any time, sprinting behind him at full speed.
”What the hell?” Cameron thought to herself as she ran. It was as if no energy was expended on running, but in fact, she felt even more energized by it. Powerful. She hadn’t even lost her breath by the time she had gotten to the door.
But a feeling she did recognize was ever-present as Justin quickly slid through the doors, leaving her alone with the bears that she could her heaving behind her, was fear. Pure, unadulterated fear. Then, she heard Justin working to pry the doors back open, and to her surprise, it was working. She began to help him, assuming she wouldn’t do much, but they succeeded in opening them enough so Cameron could squeeze through.
She reached out a hand to grasp Justin’s forearm, and once secured, they both worked to shimmy her body through.
Once half of her body was through, she felt the sensation of something latching on to her foot. Cameron turned her head cautiously to the side to see a bear had sunk on of its claws into the sole of her boot, and now she was caught in the middle of a tug-of-war. She writhed until the boot was free from its grasp, then with as much force she could conjure up from the awkward position, she kicked the bear’s face between the eyes, causing it to whimper and moved back a foot or so.
She grabbed on to Justin’s arm tighter, and once her hipbone moved past the metal doors, she nearly shot out to the other side and knocked him down. Cameron was breathing heavily, still in fight-or-flight mode, until she realized that she was safe. She looked down to Justin, who laid underneath her on his back, and she couldn’t help but begin to laugh, rolling off of him onto the metal floor to his right and attempting to catch her breath between bouts of giggles. “How did we do that?”
“Very good, you two,” Avery’s voice echoed throughout the metal hallway. “We were more interested in you guys killing the bears, but this should suffice.”
Cameron looked to Justin and shrugged before standing up and brushing herself off. Before she could question Avery on what was next, her voice came again.
“You will have a short recess, then phase two of testing will begin.”
A guard exited a door to their right and escorted the two down the corridor to an empty room, save two cots and a jug of water that sat between them. Cameron wasted no time and rushed to the jug, taking a few gulps before sighing heavily and wiping her mouth, then handing it to Justin.
“Whatever they injected us with, I feel amazing.” Her eyes were wide as she began to pace the room with no interest in sitting down. “I wonder what the next phase is going to be.”
“Mental,” a muffled voice came from the behind the door. The guard.
“Uh, thank you,” she replied with a smirk on her face. “And thank you,” she repeated as she swiveled on her heel to face Justin. “If it wasn’t for you, those bears would’ve had a four course meal of short brunette. And then you’d have to do the rest of the tests on your own.” Cameron plopped down on the cot in front of him finally and rested her face on her fist. “So, I guess they just expect us to live her peacefully if we pass all these tests, huh?”
The three burly animals stared down both Cameron and Justin intently as they took the time to process what they were seeing in front of them. She had seen them out on hunts before, but that was much, much different than being trapped in a room unarmed with three of them.
”Let’s go, now!” Justin had yelled, and she did not waste any time, sprinting behind him at full speed.
”What the hell?” Cameron thought to herself as she ran. It was as if no energy was expended on running, but in fact, she felt even more energized by it. Powerful. She hadn’t even lost her breath by the time she had gotten to the door.
But a feeling she did recognize was ever-present as Justin quickly slid through the doors, leaving her alone with the bears that she could her heaving behind her, was fear. Pure, unadulterated fear. Then, she heard Justin working to pry the doors back open, and to her surprise, it was working. She began to help him, assuming she wouldn’t do much, but they succeeded in opening them enough so Cameron could squeeze through.
She reached out a hand to grasp Justin’s forearm, and once secured, they both worked to shimmy her body through.
Once half of her body was through, she felt the sensation of something latching on to her foot. Cameron turned her head cautiously to the side to see a bear had sunk on of its claws into the sole of her boot, and now she was caught in the middle of a tug-of-war. She writhed until the boot was free from its grasp, then with as much force she could conjure up from the awkward position, she kicked the bear’s face between the eyes, causing it to whimper and moved back a foot or so.
She grabbed on to Justin’s arm tighter, and once her hipbone moved past the metal doors, she nearly shot out to the other side and knocked him down. Cameron was breathing heavily, still in fight-or-flight mode, until she realized that she was safe. She looked down to Justin, who laid underneath her on his back, and she couldn’t help but begin to laugh, rolling off of him onto the metal floor to his right and attempting to catch her breath between bouts of giggles. “How did we do that?”
“Very good, you two,” Avery’s voice echoed throughout the metal hallway. “We were more interested in you guys killing the bears, but this should suffice.”
Cameron looked to Justin and shrugged before standing up and brushing herself off. Before she could question Avery on what was next, her voice came again.
“You will have a short recess, then phase two of testing will begin.”
A guard exited a door to their right and escorted the two down the corridor to an empty room, save two cots and a jug of water that sat between them. Cameron wasted no time and rushed to the jug, taking a few gulps before sighing heavily and wiping her mouth, then handing it to Justin.
“Whatever they injected us with, I feel amazing.” Her eyes were wide as she began to pace the room with no interest in sitting down. “I wonder what the next phase is going to be.”
“Mental,” a muffled voice came from the behind the door. The guard.
“Uh, thank you,” she replied with a smirk on her face. “And thank you,” she repeated as she swiveled on her heel to face Justin. “If it wasn’t for you, those bears would’ve had a four course meal of short brunette. And then you’d have to do the rest of the tests on your own.” Cameron plopped down on the cot in front of him finally and rested her face on her fist. “So, I guess they just expect us to live her peacefully if we pass all these tests, huh?”
Of course! I left that in case you wanted to do something with it :-) Loved the post, will get back to you ASAP!
id rather be
listening to
grammy-award winning 1999 hit
smooth by santana
feat. rob thomas of
matchbox twenty
listening to
grammy-award winning 1999 hit
smooth by santana
feat. rob thomas of
matchbox twenty
body
once
told me
dam m it
Jane awoke to the sensation that she had been craving the entire day before: being held by Rob in his bunk. Her hand moved to the top of his that gripped her, and a deep sigh escaped her as she wiggled her body towards his. If she had it her way, they’d remain like this for the rest of the day and never have to deal with the issues at hand, but she knew it was impossible. So for now, Jane would have to soak up every moment of peace between them.
A minute or two had gone by when Jane’s eyes shot open caused by the familiar feeling of nausea hitting her stomach. “Shit,” she whispered as she maneuvered her body up and over Rob’s without dragging hers against him, and soon as she was free from the bunk, she sprinted to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
Once the contents of her stomach had been emptied into the small toilet, she fell backwards onto the tile below, only the thin fabric from one of Rob’s shirt shielding her skin from the their frigid temperature. Jane had always heard people talk about rock bottom. About how they’d reach a point where they knew they couldn’t continue on like they had been.
Well, if Jane had ever experienced her “rock bottom,” it would have been right there and then, on the floor of the bus’s bathroom, after abandoning the one she cared about the most, sleeping with a stranger, saying goodbye to a lover, fighting a hangover, and coming to the terms that she could be pregnant with either Rob or Andy’s child.
Her mind flashed to the unopened pregnancy test in the bottom of her purse that sat near the front of the bus. Was it too soon to check? How long had it been since her last period? Jane was never one to keep track of such things – Lena usually helped with that – so the only way she’d truly be able to tell was to take it.
”Not today.”
Rob would have to be her top priority today. He would have to be the one that she gave her undivided attention to. Well, if he wanted her attention. It was a complete mystery for now.
Jane eventually stood up and brushed her teeth before making her way back quietly into the bunk, this time facing Rob, but it was no use trying to fall back asleep. Too much emotion, too many thoughts, too many things she wanted to say. With no handle on what time it was, Jane opted to let him sleep for a while, and her fingers lightly grazed the arm that he had put back over her in his sleep.
That was when she noticed the dozen or so stitched that lined his forearm up to his wrist. How the hell did that happen? When did that happen? What had happened yesterday while she was gone?
Her lips kissed the inch of skin above it, the palm of his hand, then lowed her arm back around her. If there already wasn’t regret present for her disappearance yesterday, there was now. She should have been there for him, for the band. Instead, she ran away, not wanting to answer for the issues she caused, the ones she’d have to navigate through today.
A bit of rustling from Rob’s side of the cot released Jane from a semi-sleep state, and both excitement that she’d finally get to be with him, and pure fear of what the next conversation would be both hit her at once. Her instincts struck, and she leaned in to kiss him of the chest, but after one peck, she realized that it probably wasn’t the best way to approach him, especially when she so unsure of how he felt. So, she scooted back a bit, her back against the wall of the bus, and she propped her head upon her fist.
“Hey,” she whispered with a morose expression on her face. “Before… before you say anything, I just wanted to say that I’m really, really sorry, Rob. About everything. The pictures, Andy, leaving yesterday.” She sniffled, attempting to hold back a flood of tears that she felt welling up. “You deserve much better than that. If I could go back in time, I would do so much shit differently. Really. I just…”
It all seemed and sounded so dramatic; Jane a few months ago would laugh at how upset she was over something like a relationship. But, as far as she was concerned, Rob’s feelings were the only ones that she cared about anymore, and his opinions of her were the only ones that she would listen to. Not the press, not Vicarious. Just Rob.
A minute or two had gone by when Jane’s eyes shot open caused by the familiar feeling of nausea hitting her stomach. “Shit,” she whispered as she maneuvered her body up and over Rob’s without dragging hers against him, and soon as she was free from the bunk, she sprinted to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
Once the contents of her stomach had been emptied into the small toilet, she fell backwards onto the tile below, only the thin fabric from one of Rob’s shirt shielding her skin from the their frigid temperature. Jane had always heard people talk about rock bottom. About how they’d reach a point where they knew they couldn’t continue on like they had been.
Well, if Jane had ever experienced her “rock bottom,” it would have been right there and then, on the floor of the bus’s bathroom, after abandoning the one she cared about the most, sleeping with a stranger, saying goodbye to a lover, fighting a hangover, and coming to the terms that she could be pregnant with either Rob or Andy’s child.
Her mind flashed to the unopened pregnancy test in the bottom of her purse that sat near the front of the bus. Was it too soon to check? How long had it been since her last period? Jane was never one to keep track of such things – Lena usually helped with that – so the only way she’d truly be able to tell was to take it.
”Not today.”
Rob would have to be her top priority today. He would have to be the one that she gave her undivided attention to. Well, if he wanted her attention. It was a complete mystery for now.
Jane eventually stood up and brushed her teeth before making her way back quietly into the bunk, this time facing Rob, but it was no use trying to fall back asleep. Too much emotion, too many thoughts, too many things she wanted to say. With no handle on what time it was, Jane opted to let him sleep for a while, and her fingers lightly grazed the arm that he had put back over her in his sleep.
That was when she noticed the dozen or so stitched that lined his forearm up to his wrist. How the hell did that happen? When did that happen? What had happened yesterday while she was gone?
Her lips kissed the inch of skin above it, the palm of his hand, then lowed her arm back around her. If there already wasn’t regret present for her disappearance yesterday, there was now. She should have been there for him, for the band. Instead, she ran away, not wanting to answer for the issues she caused, the ones she’d have to navigate through today.
*****
A bit of rustling from Rob’s side of the cot released Jane from a semi-sleep state, and both excitement that she’d finally get to be with him, and pure fear of what the next conversation would be both hit her at once. Her instincts struck, and she leaned in to kiss him of the chest, but after one peck, she realized that it probably wasn’t the best way to approach him, especially when she so unsure of how he felt. So, she scooted back a bit, her back against the wall of the bus, and she propped her head upon her fist.
“Hey,” she whispered with a morose expression on her face. “Before… before you say anything, I just wanted to say that I’m really, really sorry, Rob. About everything. The pictures, Andy, leaving yesterday.” She sniffled, attempting to hold back a flood of tears that she felt welling up. “You deserve much better than that. If I could go back in time, I would do so much shit differently. Really. I just…”
It all seemed and sounded so dramatic; Jane a few months ago would laugh at how upset she was over something like a relationship. But, as far as she was concerned, Rob’s feelings were the only ones that she cared about anymore, and his opinions of her were the only ones that she would listen to. Not the press, not Vicarious. Just Rob.
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