nobody prays for the heartless ,

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

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H[/color][/size]e really couldn't help but laugh. Seriously. How many people had conversations like that? 'oh hey, i'll admit your the best just so you'll come over and cuddle with me and watch yoda die a peaceful death.' that either meant trace had more game then he gave himself credit for or that he had no game whatsoever. he was leaning towards the latter. lord knows the kid had no game. Reaching his hands over his head he stiffled a yawn and pushed his laptop closed, sliding it off his lap he rubbed his eyes. Mkay,she was coming over and well, atleast the bus didn't stink. It actually did smell like weed and old spice, the weed mostly from himself and the old spice from everyone else, but atleast it didn't smell like you would imagine a tour bus full of boys would smell which was just...ew, to say the least. Standing up he glanced down at how he was dressed. dark blue skinny jeans with a couple holes here and there and a ratty old baseball t. fine with him. crossing over the small space he entered the bathroom and blinked as he flicked the light on, staring at himself in the mirror. now, he wasn't conceited, alright, maybe he was a little conceited, but the boy knew when he looked decent and when he looked like shit. tonight, he managed to look decent. scoreee.

G[/color][/size]rabbing his toothbrush off the edge of the sink he ran it over his teeth quickly, not wanting to have nasty breath when em came over. it wasn't that he was trying to get close and junk, which he was, but that was besides the point. no one liked having nasty breath, and if you did well, you were weird. and needed better hygene. rinising he flicked off the light and rubbed the back of his neck, waltzing over to the television he clicked it on and knelt down, opening the little compartment thing where the boys kept all their dvd's and searched through for the star wars dvds. he wouldn't admit it, actually, yeah, he would, trace was obsessed with star wars. darth vader for halloween damn near five years in a row before he outgrew the costume finally and moved on to just letting whatever girl he was with at the time pick out his costume and shit. running a hand through his hair he located return of the jedi and tossed it on the couch. god, that girl takes longer to get ready then i do[/color] trace murmured as he stood up and headed over to the mini fridge they had stocked fill earlier that day. pulling out a red bull he opened it and plopped down on the couch, fishing around for his cigarettes he tapped one out and placed it between his lips, lighting up quickly and inhaling deeply, alternating between inhaling and sipping the energy drink as he waited on em.
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POST STATUS:[/color] finissheeed.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] meee.
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] pierce the veil - caraphernelia
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] emelieee.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] tour bussss.
WORD COUNT:[/color] four hundred and ninety four.
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a hot mess
NOTES:[/color] omfg, this post sucks. true blood is distracting me.
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[EMILEE VALERIE HILL]

words: 489 / tag: traceee / clothing:here! / notes: true blood = love js.

right off the bat, emilee knew that she was probably an idiot for deciding to go to trace's tour bus. of course, all she had promised was snuggles, movies and make out sesh, so she supposed she wasn't immediately seeming slutty for doing so. then again, apparently if emilee picked up an orange from the grocery store she was making a sexual reference. em got rather amused at the way the media perceived her, and more or less how everyone around her did as well. she had actually seen a few parents talking to their children of how they should stay completely away from em because she was a bad influence at shows. well, she probably was a bad example for kids, lying and all. em honestly couldn't remember when the lie about her sleeping around started, it was possible that it wasn't even started by her. either way, she just fed the fire and the lie just kept getting bigger. the fact that she was a virgin was something she was actually quite proud of, simply because she does believe that true love waits. of course, if she had been presented with the idea of giving a guy head or a handjob... she really wouldn't know what to do. to her, virginity was her, and nobody else. if she touched a guys dick, she really doubted it was gonna break that weird piece of skin inside of her.

so emmy was forced to pretty herself up for a friend of hers, which she found rather funny. em knew she was a good-looking girl and really enjoyed that fact. of course, she's guilty of thinking rather high of her looks, just as a male model would about his body. she thought it was appropriate.. most good-looking people thought high of themselves. so that's why emmy was in the bathroom, lightly curling her hair to finish off getting ready to go over to trace's bus. her upper eyelids were brushed with sugary pink eyeshadow and lined with liquid black eyeliner in a "sweeping" sort of look. she looked at her reflection in the mirror as she twisted the last piece of hair around the curling iron and kept it against the utensil until it was curled evenly to the rest. finishing up, she unplugged the device and stored it under the sink. she looked over at a clock that was on the wall, which indicated to her that she had spent fifteen minutes too long getting ready and was now late. muttering a curse word under her breath, em bolted out of the door and through the front of the tour bus. she honestly couldn't remember where the hell the open register bus was at. running around for a few minutes, she finally found it. approaching the big door at the side of the bus, she tugged it slightly until it opened. poking her head of black curls inside in the bus she said happily with a grin, "traceyyyyyyyy,"

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

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T[/color][/size]race was, well, it wasn't like he was a whore, but he wasn't exactly innocent either, actually, who was he really kidding? he was a whore. his whoreyness could rival like, jude law or some other famous playboy. he didnt mean to be a whore but you know, shit happens. if your feeling someone and their returning it you know, you can only do so much before you uh, know, do so much. haa. anyways, the boy was fine with himself being labeled a whore. his mom didn't like it that much, but he could care less. he got high fived by the guys and glares from the girls (ofcourse he would end up getting their numbers and there would be no glaring later.) anyways, it was pretty funny staying in one night playing video games and coming out the next day and being asked about all his sexual conquests from the night before. true, he wasn't always truthful but whatever, no one was truthful these days. pressing the butt of his cigarette against the bottom of his shoe to make sure it was out he tossed it into the trash can and stood up, throwing the red bull can in after it and looking around. the bus was clean enough but if you had a girl coming over watching movies, you had to have snacks or something.

G[/color][/size]oing over to the fridge he surveyed the things they had once more. ice cream, frozen skittles, vodka, stuff like that. shaking his head he grinned, reaching into a higher cabinet and pulling out a bag of popcorn he put it in the microwave and listened as it began popping. grabbing out a large bowl he scrahed the back of the neck, trying to figure out if he should grab out anything else. it wasn't that he was trying to impress em or anything, he just wanted her to be comfortable. truth be told, he probably wasn't even going to make a move on her because em was just one of those girls you talked about doing shit with, but then when it finally came down to game time, you'd much rather just hang out and talk and shit. she wasn't one of those girls who threw herself at him, and he respected that about her. hearing her yell his name he grinned come on in em![/color] he shouted, opening the door for the microwave and pouing it into the bowl he grinned. ive got the popcorn down, but if theres anything else you want food or drink wise, help yourself[/color] he said, before pulling her into a large hug and releasing her, taking a good look at her. you know, i won't even make a comment about you being so late because you look cuteeee[/color] he teased, reaching forward to pinch her cheek with a smirk.
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POST STATUS:[/color] finissheeed.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] meee.
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] pierce the veil - caraphernelia
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] emelieee.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] tour bussss.
WORD COUNT:[/color] four hundred and seventy five.
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a hot mess
NOTES:[/color] shit, sorry it took so long.
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[EMILEE VALERIE HILL]

words: 467 / tag: traceee / clothing:here! / notes: sorry if i rambled!

emmy grinned as she saw trace's lanky build make towards the door she was currently popping her head inside. he was obviously a good looking guy, that much was quite easy to see. there was a lot more to trace that was far beyond his attractive face. em found herself comfortable spending time with him (alone, at that), which was something she hardly found herself doing with guys. perhaps it was out of fear that they would just... assume she would do certain things right away. however, she never had to worry about that with trace, mostly because despite being occasional flirts they were actually really good friends. emilee was fond of having male friends, as it caused so much less drama than with girls. of course, this made sense for her to enjoy friendship with guys, as she was in a band where she was the only female. at the sound of trace's request, em walked up the stairs that led into the tour bus, looking around a bit before noticing trace in front of her. she had to laugh slightly at their height difference, as it was quite extreme. standing at a measly five foot one, em looked slightly like a midget next to trace, who was pretty frickin' tall. her small body was suddenly taken into a huge hug by trace, who had literally picked her off the ground. "you- smell- incredible," emilee managed out before being placed on the ground. hearing trace's words, em smiled brightly, rather pleased with hearing an approval on her looks. being pinched on her cheek, em's mouth hung slightly open. she was not expecting to be pinched, she felt like he was her weird aunt or something. "why thank you, mister. i suppose you look alright," she said teasingly, poking him in the middle of his chest with her index finger.

sliding past trace, emilee walked further into the tour bus, looking around slightly. it was slightly similar to her's, despite the smell. she had to admit, it smelled rather nice. em wasn't one to smoke weed, but rather liked the smell of it. something about that musky smell was just welcoming, even though she didn't enjoy the substance all that much. she continued towards were the fridge was located, opening it up slightly to look at the contents inside. em's hand fished around until she came across a bottle of bud light towards the back. pulling it out, she tried getting the cap off the beer. easy to say, she failed pretty hardcore. em just had no idea how to open a beer bottle, even though she tried regularly... she usually just ended up getting someone to try or ended up using a bottle opener. "trace. help me. now!" em called, sporting a pout across her features.

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

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T[/color][/size]race liked hanging out with girls. sure, boys were much better to hang out with because they were more chill and you could talk about more shit, but boys always got competitive and in the end someone usually ended up fighting. with girls, atleast, they waited to fight until all the guys were gone because they didn't want to look like bitches or something in front of the guys, who really know. anyways, trace perferred girls most of the time, well, girls like em anyways. the ones who were fine with just hanging around and talking and chilling, people who were comfortable with eachother. trace hated when the girls expected something insanely nice and shit, and when he didnt meet their standards they would bitch and moan until he finally gave in and gave them what they wanted or just shut them up in his own way. releasing em from the hug he offered her a wide grin thanks. i call it open register de toilet, because you know those fancy perfumes and shit always end with toilet.[/color] he joked, flashing another wide grin. thats something he did alot, smile. trace like smiling. why waste your energy on being pissy and upset when you could be laughing and smiling instead? he didn't understand it. you know, you dont smell too bad yourself[/color] he teased, winking at her as he threw a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

T[/color]race resisted the urge to scoff as she told him he looked alright. excuseeeee meeeee?![/color] he squeaked, snapping his fingers in a Z shape like most ghetto girls did when they were pissed off. i look good, look at this face. its gorgeeeoouuusss[/color] he teased, making a circle around his face before breaking into laughter. he liked that he was able to joke around with em and that she didn't get pissy like some girls. em was a good friend. sniffing the air he smirked once more, enjoying the fact that the bus smelled like weed, cologne and popcorn. mhm, great mixture. zoning out for a second as he tossed a couple more pieces of popcorn into his mouth he laughed when she wasn't able to get the top of her beer. shaking his head, he grabbed it out of her hands and after grabbing a bottom corner of his shirt he twisted off the cap and handed the bottle to her before reaching back in the fridge and grabbing a beer for himself and repeatin the process, tossing the bottle cap on the counter. i'll teach you my ways one day[/color] he teased, referencing his skills on being able to get any type of alcohol opened. bringing the bottle to his lips he took a brief swig before grinning. you know, beer and popcorn, i would have never thought of it[/color] he said, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth which was surprising tasty with the bitter beer. hm, the girl had good taste. alright, any other supplys we need before we start watching yodas death?[/color] he joked, a tilted grin present on his lips.
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POST STATUS:[/color] finissheeed.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] meee.
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] pierce the veil - caraphernelia
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] emelieee.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] tour bussss.
WORD COUNT:[/color] five hundred and fifteen.
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a hot mess
NOTES:[/color] shit, sorry it took so long.
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[EMILEE VALERIE HILL]

words: 442 / tag: traceee / clothing:here! / notes: :D

okay, so em loved jokes. perhaps she wasn't the funniest person out there, herself, but she actually loved people making a fools of themselves for somebody's expense. preferably her's. i guess you could say she was a sucker for someone with a good sense of humor or a childlike quality to them. though in public, she appeared to be around people who were often acting of their own age, she really preferred to be around others who knew that immaturity was actually quite amusing. growing up was a very scary thought to em, and the idea of potentially dying left her sort of eager to live her life happily. at the sound of trace's joke, she giggled slightly, even though it was a pretty brutal joke. at least it was witty and he put some thought into it, effort was very crucial. "thanks, i decided to shower for the first time in weeks," em said sarcastically with a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

em honestly just stood there while trace did that... black woman impression and just laughed... partially at how intensely stupid he looked, but either way.... it was funny. "oh god trace- you are- the weirdest guy everrr," she said through her laughter, cracking up slightly at how he was able to just return to his normal self directly afterward. em watched as he took her beer bottle and twisted the cap off... like magic. "how the fuck..." she mumbled under her breath as trace returned the beverage to her. honestly, em liked drinking beer. it was just one of those drinks that were appropriate at practically every time of the day and for every occasion (okay maybe not nine in the morning at a funeral). she really... didn't care that it was fattening or high in calories. "you forget the fact that i'm super smart," emilee retorted with a quick wink before making her way past trace to where the sofa was, directly across from the plasma screen tv that was bolted to the wall. "nopeee, i think we're good!" em said brightly, before sitting down on the couch. she brought her feet together cross legged on the couch before finding a blanket that had been placed on the couch (she really didn't want to know what had happened beneath it already...) and covered her lap with it. emilee couldn't deny she got cold easily, especially since the tour bus air conditioning seemed to be working overtime and she was currently wearing rather tiny shorts. also, it was so much better to snuggle watching a movie with a blanket... it was just warmer and cozier.

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

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T[/color][/size]he boy couldn't help but laugh. its about time. you were starting to stink a little em, i just didnt have the heart to tell you.[/color] he teased taking another drink from his beer as he gathered up the bowl of popcorn in his arm. that was another thing he liked about the girl, she had a sense of humor. some girls, if trace would insult their smell, even just playing around, would get extremely pissed off and pout until he bought them roses or something and begged for forgiveness. em though, she would just laugh it off and come back with a witty reply, hence why trace could deal with hanging out with her all the time. plus, she seemed to be about as immature as he was. seriously. trace didn't know who else he could watch cartoons with or laugh and giggle everytime someone brought up sex or something that would make most ten year olds die of laughter. mental maturity of a ten year old, yep, that was him.

Y[/color]eah, trace was pretty weird. especially when other people were around. yeah, he was weird alone but with an audience, jesus, he was like a freak. take now for instance, trace was trying to act ghetto when he was, lets face it, the furthest thing from being hood. he could try and sag his pants all he wanted and wear tshirts he could swim in, but he'd never be gangster enough. shame, there went his second career choice if this whole rockstar thing didn't work out. its magic[/color] he joked, referring to how he got the bottle caps off. actually, it came from a lot of experience. the first time he tried to open a beer was horrible. seriously. he tried using his teeth and his hands and just couldn't get it open and no one would give him a beer opener either, so he ended up just breaking off the top of the beer bottle and drinking the least deadly looking edge. yeah, that made him feel really hardcore. beer was delicious though. you could get drunk on it but you didn't have to. you could play beer pong and kings cup and other drinking games and just have fun or you could just sit back and relax. beer was like his gatorade now a days. ah yes, how can i forget your brains?[/color] he teased, pushing his hair out of his face. after having long hair for so long, you develop habits that look stupid, like brushing away your bangs when you don't even have hair long enough to have bangs, let alone ones long enough to brush away. hearing herstate that they were good to go, he followed her to the couch and plopped down next to her, grabbing the dvd remote before looking down at the blanket. heeey, share. didn't they teach you that in kindergarden?[/color] he questioned, sticking his tongue out at her as he leaned back into the comfortable couch and covered his lap with the blanket, placing the popcorn between them he pressed play, tossing the remote to his side he took another drink of his beer before popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth. fair warning, i talk during moves. like,a lot. im horrible[/color] he said, grinning before glancing at the screen. ohhh, the infamous scroll text. that was how every nerds dream probably started off growing up, mine included[/color] he joked, taking another bite of popcorn.
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POST STATUS:[/color] finissheeed.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] meee.
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] pierce the veil - caraphernelia
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] emelieee.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] tour bussss.
WORD COUNT:[/color] five hundred and seventy nine.
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a hot mess
NOTES:[/color] ohhh, anarbors on silent library! yeah i have the attention span of a four year old.
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[EMILEE VALERIE HILL]

words: 577 / tag: traceee / clothing:here! / notes: :D

em curled herself up in the warm blanket, rather enjoying the feeling of warmth. of course, her finger tips felt like little ice cubes from holding onto the beer bottle in her hand, which had been in that fridge for quite awhile. emilee looked up at trace when he replied to her comment, "it's cool, b. i mean... if you did tell me that out of the blue my ego may have been a little bruised," she said back to him, a small grin appearing on her face. lifting her drink to her lips, emilee took a large gulp while she watched as trace slowly walked over to the couch. her delicate fingers drummed against the bottle in her hand, partially as a thing for her to do. as a child, em was always the one who would sit for hours and simply just band on some pots and pans, finding it the most entertaining thing in the world. when she grew up, she kind of forgot about her love for music. although em always found herself creating a beat out of just about anything, whether it was clicking a pen or drumming a pencil on her desk. it was easy to say her teachers got rather annoying with that habit quickly. it wasn't until the end of junior high that she actually considered trying drumming as an actual skill, which was when her english teacher (who was definitely tired of hearing her at the back of the class) had asked if she ever considered taking lessons in it. at first em just laughed, thinking it was a bit of a joke. however, she discovered that she had a knack for rhythm, which was quite valued in a drummer. obviously she got pretty good, considering her job.

em gulped down a fair amount of the drink she had in her hand while trace sat down on the couch beside her. "um, what do you think you're doing? you obviously can't share with me," emilee said sarcastically when trace snagged some of the blankets away from her. she watched as he pressed play on for the dvd player, the tv screen immediately coming to life. after he chose the right selection on the main menu, the movie rightfully started. ah god, emilee knew it was coming. trace wasn't the kind of guy she expected to be able to sit through a movie quietly, simply because he couldn't sit quietly to begin with. it didn't really annoy her, but perhaps if she was in a movie theater... not with him, it would be slightly irritating. but watching it with him in a tour bus? yeah, she could definitely deal with him. "okay, i'll make you a deal. i'll let you talk as much as you're heart desires... as long as i just to snuggle. i'm a snuggler kinda person," emilee said, tilting her head up to look at him, all the while waggling her eyebrows at the offer. looking back at the screen, she watched as the infamous beginning sequence started. em wasn't going to lie, she wished that happened in real life. y'know, to help someone understand the basics before they jumped right in. it was kind of the same deal as having background music, which would also be extremely helpful. that way you would know when something bad was about to happen, when you were going to get laid and when a happy moment was going on.

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T[/color][/size]race was a cuddler. not a clinger. okay well, he clinged sometimes, but it wasn't like he was a stage 5 clinger or something. when he was drunk he'd hold onto whoever was closest to him for a couple of reasons, the main usually being that they were attractive and/or a good friend of his and if he let go he would probably fall over, which he didn't want. the boy woke up with enough random bruises, not including the countless times he had given himself a bloody nose or lip from hitting himself in the face with his drum sticks. he couldn't help it, when he got into it he got into it. the guy that taught him how to play, god, he couldn't even remember his name, all her could really remember was that he had a knack for wearing bright pink shirts and plaid pants. trace wasn't exactly one to be extremely fashion forward, considering he usually dressed for comfort and what he liked, but come on, pink and plaid? that wasn't okay, especially on a grown man. trace always found it funny however, that the reason why he always put so much effort into his drumming lessons was the fact that there was a girl that came in usually five minutes before his lesson ended that was the lesson after him and jesus, even an eleven year old trace new a good looking girl when he saw her. so case in point, he always tried to be the best so he could impress the girl and try to befriend her and maybe even a little more. ten years later and he and the girl were still friends and nothing more, mainly because she didn't like boys. sometimes its not always a home run with girls.

H[/color][/size]e flashed em a wide grin when she tried to say he couldn't share the blanket with her pfftt, you can't resist me for long[/color] he joked, getting comfortable under the blanket, letting his knee bump against hers. trace was thankful that she didn't really care if he talked. he remembered one time going to the movies with a bunch of people to see the dark knight, and trace being the nerd he was freaked out and talked the entire time, that was until one of his friends pulled out a roll of duck tape and placed a strip over his mouth. that sure shut him up. jeeze, thats a win win for me, what do you get out of it?[/color] he teased, switching his hold on his beer to his left hand as his right arm crept around her side and pulled her closer so she had the option to lay her head on his chest if she wanted too. that was one more thing he liked about em, being able to cuddle. most girls were awkward to cuddle with because of how gangly and lanky the boy was, but em fit pretty perfect against him. his arm was resting around her side, hand resting lightly on her hip, though he was careful not to get to touchy with her, lord knew the boy didn't want to push his boundries. not yet anyways. leg resting against hers he looked down, flashing her a grin. so, how have you been em?[/color] he questioned, not really paying much attention to the movie now, his attention more focused on her. george lucas would not be pleased right now.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] meee.
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] pierce the veil - caraphernelia
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] emelieee.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] tour bussss.
WORD COUNT:[/color] 576
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a hot mess
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[EMILEE VALERIE HILL]

words: 570 / tag: traceee / clothing:here! / notes: i like these two 8D

em listened to trace's voice, her plump lips curling upwards in a smile. "you're right," she answered lightly, "i really can't." she cut it off there with a sip from her beer, turning her attention towards the movie playing in front of them. she wasn't really paying attention to it, she was more or less just staring into space. after hearing him speak again a soft smile spread across her lips as she felt trace's body shift position. "like i said, i like snuggles. i am most definitely getting something out of it!" emilee countered lightly, a cheeky smile readily making an appearance on her face. she was closer to him now, much closer. she readily placed her head on trace's chest, her dark curls cascading around her. em raised her hand to face level, tracing small designs with her fingers over where his ribcage was. she honestly hoped he wasn't super ticklish there, she just... really needed something to busy herself doing. honestly, she usually had to keep her hands moving. cuddling here with trace, she could quickly feel herself being not as cold as she once was (that is not including her hand that was holding her beer). "you're really hot," she tilted her head upwards towards where she could more directly see trace. then she realized what she was saying... and how it kind of had a double meaning. "i meant... temperature... you're hot," emilee tried again, hoping this time she said what she had actually been meaning to say. of course, she did think trace was hot, but that was completely besides the point. "i mean... not that you aren't like that," em let out again, noticing the fact that her mouth was having a hard time connecting her words with her thoughts. "i'm making it worse, aren't i?" she concluded to herself more than she was to trace.

trying to make herself more comfortable, emilee raised her legs and crossed them across trace so they were resting on top of his thighs. she looked away from smiling up at trace, her attention now more taken by one of the various tattoos he had exposed in the ratty old baseball tee. it was split up in two parts, one on either side of his body. one side saying unus, the other amor. em, knew that this meant one love. her finger absentmindedly outlined the farther away one with her index finger. em also had tattoos, six of them to be exact. though, she couldn't help but to be jealous of trace's. they just seemed like he had put a lot of thought into them... or at least that they really meant something to him. "oh i've been great. though i did see a kid get his leg broken today while he was moshing," emilee said, wincing at the memory of the poor kid. needless to say, her fan base for her band was slightly angry and liked to push people around. it had been one of those particular days where it had gotten a little bit too much and somebody actually ended up getting hurt. as a band it was really hard to decide to stop playing if someone actually ended up hurt, because sometimes you just didn't know. "and how about you? how've you been?" em asked back, now not even really noticing the beer in her hand or the movie playing in the background.