mischief and mayhem [retta]

[Meeka Everly Collin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] when you're young like this you're supposed to party Words: 651 Outfit: HERE Notes: HE'S LIKE A LITTLE BOY! it had been much too long since he'd seen his rosey. he hadn't seen the little spitfire since... god, when was the last time he'd seen her? it had to have been the week before he was sent away. he remembered going to a party and hooking up with the host, but he'd lost sight of his best friend at some point. toward the middle of the party, he remembered moving into a crowded room and joining her long enough to get stoned enough to have a hard time walking straight. he'd been a gentlemen and walked her home, even going as far as kissing her forehead before stumbling home and falling asleep on the front steps. he'd woken up to lexis bitching at him and throwing his clothes out onto the porch. he'd figured that the worst that could happen was that his sister would kick him out for a few days or try and send him to rehab again, but he never would have imagined that she would send him here. what were the chances that retta would be sent to the same school as him? obviously he had to have done something right somewhere down the line for him to get this lucky. while his friend was hardly the answer to his prayers, he had missed her so much more than he could put into words. when he saw her standing around, waiting to get fully enrolled and settled in, meeka could have died happy. he'd wondered what had ever happened to the girl that he'd protected so much during all of his drug binges. she was the one girl that meeka would always love. he had more than enough sisters to spoil and love, but his rose would always be someone special in his life. he could pretend that she was his sister, at least. he knew that he could be open with her about anything, even more so than he could with carter which was definitely saying something. meeka knew that he could tell her every single detail of his life, good and bad, and she would never judge him. hell, when they went through their major binges together, she didn't even remember the harsher details that he spilled to her. he loved that he could talk to someone outside of his family about anything that came to mind. he knew that if he asked esperetta for any favor, she would at least seriously consider it before saying no. if he really wanted or needed something from her, meeka knew that she would always be there to have his back. and right now, while this particular favor wasn't really needed as much as he felt like it was, he knew that she wouldn't laugh at him. retta of all people knew how big of a deal his secret was to him. while he no longer lived in an area where his sexuality could get him killed or shunned, he knew that he couldn't let his secret get out. he wandered from his dorm to the place where he had suggested that they meet up after she was settled in. he needed to ask her so many questions. how were things back home? why was she there? how long had she been clean? and the most important question of all: where could they feed their addiction? his attention was drawn away from his jittery thoughts as he saw his friend walking toward him, a cheesy smile moving over his lips even though he tried to keep his emotions hidden. he'd missed this girl so much more than he ever thought he would. "rosey, you spunky bitch." he greeted fondly, pushing himself forward to wrap his arms around her waist once again, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before allowing himself to set the small female back on the ground. "what are our plans for mischief tonight?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[Esperetta Rose Brady]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/PurpleRoseWallpaper2-1.jpg), border: solid #8E0886 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] [/style] [style=text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line- height: 14px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; color: #C000C0; background: #000000; opacity: 0.8;]You see I feel sad when you're sad I feel glad when you're glad I can't laugh and I can't sing I'm finding hard to do anything - - - - - - - - - ► I can't smile without you Esperetta had never thought in a million years when she had made the deal with the DA back in Chicago and had decided to come to this school for "troubled teens" that she would meet up with Meeka. Meeka had disappeared several months ago, she'd started to believe that he'd gotten shot and killed by some random asshole, or hell... even another dealer or something. But the thing with ghetto kids... most people don't give a shit about their disappearances. Especially if they were the kind that were involved in drugs and theft like she and her group were. She had tried going to Meeka's family, but the brother he'd always talked about wasn't their either, and their sister refused to talk to her or 'any of Meeka's little druggie friends' as she'd so eloquently put it. She had been miserable without Meeka. He had always been the one to take care of her. So imagine her surprise when she'd arrived at her new school, nothing but a backpack with her personal belongings in it to her name and the clothes on her back, when she'd seen Meeka. And his brother, but Meeka was the important one. It had just made her day. Once she'd pried herself away from him, she went to her new 'room' to put her things down and got her schedule and counselor name (they had counselor's here? Really?) she headed back outside. It took her a minute to get her bearings, Meeka had said he'd meet her in the courtyard. Okay. Now. To find the courtyard. She found it without too much hassle, and headed outside, brushing past random students who didn't really matter all that much to her... and there he was. She ran towards him, moving quickly and just before she reached him, she leapt forward. He had been moving forward too, which cut her jump a little short, but he caught her beautifully as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bending her knees so her feet stuck out straight behind her as she held him tightly, laughing softly as he called her a spunky bitch."Ooh, K-san, I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed, looking up at him as he finally put her back down, though her hands were still raised, resting on his shoulders before sliding down his chest and wrapping around his waist which was just a better fit for when she was on her feet. She rested her head against his chest and she closed her eyes. "I really, really missed you," she whispered simply, delighting in his familiar scent. She pulled back and looked up at him as he asked what their plans for mischief were that night. "Hmm... I dunno, you're the one that's been here for months, without calling and telling me anything, by the way you asshole. I thought you were lying dead in a gutter somewhere," she chided, hitting his chest lightly as retribution for making her worry. "I mean honestly, who does that to a friend?" she demanded, looking up at him. She sighed and then snuggled against his chest again. "But I can't stay mad at you, I'm just to glad that you aren't all dead." She closed her eyes and gave a small smile. "So... what do you want to do tonight, K-san?" she asked, looking up at him. who'd have believed that you were part of a dream? TAGS: meeka , WORDS: 591 , OUTFIT: here LYRICS: can't smile without you - barry mannilow template made by emrysdaelan @ caution 2.0 keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

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