like a movie i'll drop a line ,

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL

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DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO[/size]
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LEFT A BAG AT THE LAST VENUE!? trace shouted, staring at the bus driver wide eyed, jaw dropping as he held his hands up in the air. he felt like an idiot with the way he was standing. neck jutted out, arms in the air and his mouth wide open he looked stupid, but he didn't care. he was well, pissed. the bus driver usually helped load up when they were leaving, and at the last venue trace had stayed the night before they left at ahotel because he missed the feel of an actual bed and wanted to take a shower with water that actually had pressure behind it. he had come back and Bill, the bus driver, told him to just drop his bags outside the bus and he'd put them in the under storage thing for him that way trace could get to sound check. apparently, Bill had loaded almost all of the bags, got distracted by some girls and then hopped on the bus to take the boys to the next venus, leaving trace's bag all by itself and junk. running a hand through his hair he tugged at the ends a little bit as he looked at the bus driver, calming down because it wasn't fair to get mad at the man just because he'd gotten distracted by girls because lets face it, it happened to the best men. its alright, what did the bag say on it? he asked, arms dropping to his sides. trace had this weird thing of writing on the side of his bags what was inside that way he didn't have to riffle through the bag to figure out what was inside. uh well, it said skivvies on the side the bus driver murmured and trace bite down on his tongue. so, you left behind my bag full of my skivvies? trace asked even though he already had the answer. he didn't know wether to laugh or cry.

Skivvies, for people who didn't know, was what trace and most of his friends called underwear. they had picked it up from some pirate movie when they were younger and it had stuck. trace said a few more words to the driver to let him know he wasn't mad then headed off to go find a taxi because he needed to get to the mall and stock up on boxers and shit now. leaving the parking lot where the bus was parked trace managed to wave down a cab and after asking to be taken to the closest mall, leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, embracing he silence that was the cab. reaching the mall in a decent time trace hopped out, paying the taxi driver trace pulled his sunglasses off his face and tucked them into the pocket of his flannel. the boy had dressed casually today, wearing his favorite pair of torn up vans, dark blue jeans that sagged slightly, a white tank top and grey and white long sleave flannel that was open at the top. walking into the mall he paused for a second to survey the place. it was a nice enough mall, two stories and seemed to be huge, and the more he looked around the more he got excited. stopping at a coffee kiosk he bought a tall black coffee and took a grateful sip and began walking. his only objective was to buy a buttload of underwear (no pun intended) and then leave, though he would probably end up buying useless things anyways and waste the entire day away at the mall. then again, it was never really a waste if you were enjoying yourself. walking along the mall he was well, distracted to say the least by all the girls and the stores and didn't even see the person infront of him until they collided. feeling hot coffee run over his fingers he glanced down at his clothing to see it stain free before looking up at the person. shit fuck. im so sorry, shit he said, tossing the cup in a trash can next to him and feeling around in his pockets. i don't have any napkins if any of the coffee got onto you but you can use my flannel he offered, staring at the ground, to humilated to even meet the person in the eye. seriously, trace needed to pay more attention when he was walking.

[/b][/color]NOTES[/font][/size][/size] trace has to go undie shopping, baha !
\TAGGED jaci lynn simmons !
/WORDS 744 !
\LOCATION the maallll !
/OUTFIT described in the post/see banner !
\BANNER i found the picture on tumblr, sheeiittt.!
/LYRICS all time low !
\CREDIT leena at caution !
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Jaci flung her eyelids open, two very brown eyes taking their place. A large sigh escaped her lips, her mind wondering what time it currently was. She lifted herself up from her bed, her legs still underneath the warm The Little Mermaid bedsheets. Her Mom got them for her before she left for tour because she knew how much Jaci loved The Little Mermaid. It was the perfect gift, and right when she got on the bus, Jaci flung those suckers onto her bed.

She looked around the bus, a few of the girls still sleeping while some of the crew were preparing breakfast and checking their emails and what not. She flung her legs, her two feet hitting the ground softly. She picked up her iPhone that was lying down on the floor, closely to her bed. She pulled the charging plug out of it, checking the time. Late morning, almost time for lunch but still an acceptable time to eat breakfast. She sniffled her nose before locking her phone, throwing it onto her bed.

She got up, walking to her suit case filled with tons of summer clothes. She picked out a black tank top with a wolf across the front. She was already wearing black jeans from the night before. Jaci wasn't really the girl to change into and out of pajamas, and she was perfectly comfortable wearing jeans to bed. Her parents always scolded her for it, saying it was strange but she could care less. It saved her about thirty seconds before going to bed and thirty more seconds when waking up. It was basically a win win situation. She lifted her white t shirt, her bare back showing to anyone that was passing by. She didn't mind, her bra still completely in tact. Besides, she liked showing off her superwoman tattoo that ran from her mid back to lower side.

"What are we doing today?" she asked the crew. They all shrugged. It was their day off, and there didn't seem much to do. She let out a sigh, sliding on her signature black combat boots on, right foot first. While putting on her second boot, she spoke again. "I think I'm going to go bike around...maybe check out the mall." a few nods came her way while others just ignored her completely. They all seemed pretty tired and out of it. Last night was mega crazy, that was for sure.

She walked to the front of the bus, opening a hidden closet. Inside of it were three bikes. She was one of the few people that enjoyed bike riding in her bus, which she found crazy. She loved biking, and knew that it would come in handy during one of these days. She rolled it out of the door, hoping on it and biking straight.

After about a mile of biking on local roads, she noticed a sign that read, 'MALL' with an arrow pointing left. She made a sharp turn left, glad that there were signs that directed her. She probably should've map quested the exact location before leaving, but it slipped her mind completely.

As she reached the mall, she searched for the bike racks. After ten minutes of searching, she finally found them. "Took long enough." she grumbled under her breath. She locked it tightly, really not in the mood to find her bike stolen later that day, especially when it was her only way back to her bus.

She walked into the mall, checking a text. Before she knew it, she felt hot coffee drip down her shirt. "Fuck." she thought quietly to herself, too in shock to say it out loud. She looked up at the person who had spilled coffee on her, stunned at his familiar face. "It's fine, I wouldn't want to ruin your shirt. Uhm..." her voice trailed off. She was trying to search for his name, but was completely blanking out.

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL

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Trace really was one of those people that just seriously shouldn't try to multitask. walking and talking was hard enough, but walking, thinking, drinking and looking around? jesus, who did he think he was, superman? or, ahem, clark kent. there was this one time in high school actually, that trace was walking through the hallways texting with one hand and holding his lunch in the other hand, which was a large greasey slice of pizza, om nom nom, anyways, he was walking and texting and occasionaly reaching up and biting at the edge of the pizza when all of a sudden SLAM, the dumb ass ran into an open locker with his face and was sprawled on his back on the floor, his phone still in his hand but his pizza, sauce down, on his pants. people laughed, took pictures, it was a rand experience. after rubbing his head and peelin the pizza off his jeans, to find with horror it had left a large wet saucey spot making it look like he peed himself, he got up and tried to laugh it off, but you can only make jokes so long when your being called pizza crotch. its okay though, he got a date out of the girl whos locker he had run into because she felt so bad. oddly enough, they went out for pizza on the date, though trace seemed to be the only one that appreciated the irony of the situation. he really should have learned his lesson the first time, or atleast the last eighty seven times he tried to multitask.

So not only had he run into someone, the someone had been a girl, and oh goody, a girl from the tour, trace realized with horror when he finally got the courage up to look her in the eyes. shit shit shit, what was her name? she sang and played some instrument and that all girl band, he knew that much. trace, thats my name. and your jackie? wait no, fuck, jaci, sorry, first i ruin your shirt then i butcher your name. im so sorry he said once again, an awkward smile on his lips because well, he wasn't entirely sure what else to do with his mouth. shaking his head he held up his hands. come on, i can't have you walking around in a wet shirt. you want the tank top or the flannel? he asked, reay to give her whichever shirt he perferred. and please, lemme buy you a new shirt atleast because im not sure if the coffee will come out of that and well, my mom always taught me to have manners and its the least i can do after everything i've already done. he said, laughing nervously. shit, he was talking an awful lot and it was without his usual charm too. god damnit. im sorry, im usually not this uh, rambeling? he offered as another apology, though he knew he should probably keep apologizing but he figuered it was probably better to finally shut up and let her talk or atleast get a word in edge wise. or maybe a yell. actually, he was surprised she hadn't screamed at him. weren't all the girls in that band uh, girly girls? shit, now he was judging her. he needed to stop thinking and talking and probably moving, because now he was doing his nervous fidgety thing he did where he tugged at the back of his hair and rubbed his neck. he looked a nervous wreck. what was wrong with him today?

[/b][/color]NOTES[/font][/size][/size] trace has to go undie shopping, baha !
\TAGGED jaci lynn simmons !
/WORDS 595 !
\LOCATION the maallll !
/OUTFIT described in the post/see banner !
\BANNER i found the picture on tumblr, sheeiittt.!
/LYRICS all time low !
\CREDIT leena at caution !
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Jaci looked down at her shirt. Honestly, it wasn't horribly bad. There were two large spots with splatter just about every where else, but they didn't sink in too deeply. If they did, she probably would've gotten a bit burned. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. She didn't mind too much about the shirt, it was an old one she had gotten back in high school. How she managed to still have it, in wearable condition? That's a question Jaci still asks herself whenever she wears it. If you knew Jaci, well you'd know that she's a horribly messy person and ends up losing all of her clothes in a matter of months. If she hasn't lost it by then, she'd probably ruin it by ripping it or something along those irresponsible lines.

Jaci bit her bottom lip, his name just on the tip of her tongue. She knew for a fact that it started with a T, the rest of the name just wasn't coming along with it. She grabbed her right hand's thumb with the rest of her fingers, cracking the knuckle. Cracking her knuckles was something she always did whenever she was focusing. During tests, while setting up the stage before a show, and well, just now. Her Mom hated the sound, always telling Jaci that it was a disgusting habit, even though Jaci really didn't find anything so bad about it. So, she cracked her knuckle, big friggin' deal Mom.

As he introduced himself, a sigh of relief had overcome her. Trace, of course that was his name! How did she not think of that? I mean, how many guys name start with a T besides Trace? Uh...like none. Duh Jaci, are you retarded?

Jaci cringed when he asked if her name was Jackie rather than Jaci, but it was a mistake that had happen so frequently that she tried her best to not have it bother her anymore. Lucky for her, this guy wasn't a douche bag that just assumed it was Jackie and actually fixed it without her having to tell him to. Four for you Trace! And none for the douche bags, bye.

She smiled at how cute and quirky he was, not sure whether or not to take the tank top or flannel. Considering she was already wearing a tank top, it'd be easier to switch into and out of. Besides, Jaci felt weird in anything other than a tank really. You'll rarely ever see her in t shirts because she gets the weird feeling of being strangled. "Uhm," she felt bad that she was going to take his shirt, but then again she didn't really want to walk around the mall with a stains on her shirt. "Maybe the tank?"

Jaci was surprised at how kind he was, offering to buy a new shirt and all. "You totally don't need to do that! I came to the mall to buy some new stuff anyways," she said with a shrug. "And you're already letting me borrow your shirt, I can't ask for anything else!" If she did, she would feel horrible and would need to get him something in return as soon as possible...and well Jaci just didn't really have the money to do that so she rather just not.

She chuckled, "It's fine. Sorry for running into you!" It surely wasn't all his fault. If Jaci hadn't been looking down at her phone, she would've seen him and gone around instead of well, obviously running into him.

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL

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Trace was, well, to put it lightly, a ladies man. well no, he was a whore. that was a better word for it. he hadn't always been a whore though. his first real relationship had started his sophomore year in highschool with this girl melissa. she was his first well, everything really. kiss, love, sex etc. shit like that. he fell hard and he fell fast. shit, they even cordnated their halloween costumes to couple costumes. you know, like the light socket and the plug and like the bacon and eggs. cute but stupid stuff like that. he dated her for god, four, damn near four and a half years. sixteen through twenty. yeah that was that. she ended up breaking his heart and cheating on him and all that good stuff and for the past year and a half trace had been whoring himself out. relationships were a nono because they ment getting close and possibly falling in love and that always lead to someone getting hurt and there was no way in hell he was taking that risk again unless he was absolutely sure that he wasn't going to get hurt. so along with being a whore, trace was usually great at talking to girls. like, really really great. he'd use a few jokes, a couple of lines and listen to what they had to say and after a couple of hours trace usually had a phone number or just another number in his bed. either way was usually fine with him. jaci though, man, he was striking out horribly. he hadn't been prepared to talk to a girl, let alone a cute girl from the tour who he may or may not have just given third degrees burns from coffee from.

Thank god he had heard a couple of guys talking the day before about the all girl band and how the poor girl got her name butchered everytime she went on stage, which had caused him to make a mental note that it was pronounced jay-ce not jackie. he'd be pissed if someone mispronounced his name all the time too. tank it is then! he said, grabbing his sunglasses out of his flannel pocket he put one of the ends in his mouth to make sure he wouldn't drop them and then quickly unbuttoned his shirt. yeah, thats right, he was getting half naked in the middle of the mall, which was fun for everyone involved. shrugging off his flannel he paused can you hold these for a second? he asked, handing her the flannel and his sunglasses he pulled the tank top over his head, shaking his head after he got it off to make sure he hadn't fucked up his hair completely. yeah, thats right, he gave a shit about his hair. he liked to look good, or atleast decent. looking at jaci he grinned here, i'll trade you he said, reaching out for his things as his free hand rubbed at the back of his neck. having the shirt once more in his hands though he pulled it on and paused to roll up his sleaves to his elbows before buttoning the first couple of buttons, leaving the top three undone so now instead of seeing white tank top, you saw his skin and his tattoo. putting the sunglasses back in the front pocket of his flannel he grinned. jeeze, already getting me shirtless. shouldn't you have atleast bought me dinner first? he teased, flashing his infamous lopsided grin. well, i can atleast buy you something. coff- he stopped, having to remember what just happened. not coffee but something to eat maybe? he offered, the grin still on his lips as he pushed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. dont even worry about it. this was completely my fault he said, shaking his head when she tried to apologize for running into him. not uh, it was his fault and he was going to make it up to the girl.

[/b][/color]NOTES[/font][/size][/size] i love you for referencing mean girls in your post, haha !
\TAGGED jaci lynn simmons !
/WORDS 671 !
\LOCATION the maallll !
/OUTFIT described in the post/see banner !
\BANNER i found the picture on tumblr, sheeiittt.!
/LYRICS all time low !
\CREDIT leena at caution !
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As Trace began to unbutton his shirt, Jaci's eyes widened a bit. She knew he was going to let her borrow his tank top, we had already established that, but she thought they would do it somewhere...not so in the open. As he took the tank top off of his body, she couldn't help but take a peek at his half naked goodness. "Uhm, y - yeah sure." she stuttered. Oh my gosh, the girl stuttered. Let me tell you something about little miss Jaci Lynn Simmons. This girl only stuttered when she was in nervous mood. And hell, why wouldn't she be nervous right now? An extremely good looking person of the male sex was taking their shirt off in the middle of a fucking mall for peets sake, in front of who? Oh right, Jaci...that's mother fucking who. Yeah, she's a lucky bitch, ain't she? The tattoo was definitely a nice touch as well. A small smile formed on her face at the sight of him, but she quickly wiped it off as soon as she realized she was starting to glare. Don't blow your cover Jaci, don't blow your cover.

Without even saying a word, she handed him back his flannel and sunglasses while she took the tank top in return. She threw on the tank top, the dirty one underneath. Just like a sly fox, she pulled off the dirty one, so she changed without her getting half naked like he was. That was only done when she was in the bus with people she well, knew...or vaguely knew. Okay, even if she didn't know them but at least she wasn't in public and in her tour bus.

The reason Jaci didn't really have a problem with undressing in front of people, as long as they weren't in a public place of course, was because she already wore such baggy tank tops on a daily bases that showed basically her whole bra, it didn't even really matter. Sure, she got weird looks from grandmas and parents with their children, holding their child's hand super tight, walking away at a fast pace trying to make it seem not obvious they're trying to run away from her even though they just fail and make it more obvious than they ever could. But to people that knew who she was, it wasn't that big of a deal. In fact, it was like a part of her, wearing baggy tank tops that showed her bra. Her not showing her bra was actually a pretty rare and strange sight to see. That and Jaci could freely admit that she didn't really have the world's nicest boobs out there, but just enough to pass the 'flat chested' area. I mean, if you had your bra hanging out and cleavage just all up in your face...that would be a little weird I'm sure. Thankfully, that wasn't the case for Jaci!

She chuckled at his smooth and flirtatious comment. "Me asking you to dinner?" she asked with sarcastic shock in her tone. "Shouldn't it be the other way around? I mean...you basically did burn me, you owe me really." she said with grin.

Right when the boy brought food into the topic, Jaci's stomach dropped. Food and Jaci basically should never be in the same sentence according to Jaci herself. "Oh no, I would never be able to accept that." she said, shaking her head side to side. Actually, that was a big ol' lie. Jaci would totally be able to accept that, but we all know that she never would just because she would never eat anything unless they were boiled eggs or salad. If she ever gained a pound, the girl would starve herself for days until she lost four more just to make it up to herself. It was bad, but Jaci just thought she was normal.

"But, if you're hungry then I'd love to escort you to your meal." wow, really Jaci? Did you just hear yourself? She brought her gaze to the ground, trying to hide her embarrassment. Her attempt at being flirty was a complete fail.

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL

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Trace well, trace knew he was a hand ful and he relished in the fact that he was. It ment he was almost always entertained, or atleast entertaining other people by some random act of dumbness when truth be told, he was actually a smart boy. Remember the fiasco with some of the other bands sound boards a few weeks back, when they would go to start playing and instead of guitar chords ripping through the air, cow bells and air horns sounded. Oh how much fun he had had rewiring the entire board and tweaking it to his happy perfection. Then ofcourse, there was the ghetto set up in his bunk with his laptops and spare monitors and xbox 360 system which he had magically managed to connect to instead of using a regular television, and then ofcourse connecting the monitors to the laptops so he had a three screen spread to evaulate every option for whatever video game he was playing at the time. Truthfully, if his hyper active little body was throwing himself around behind a drum set and screaming into a microphone for his, and plently of fans, amusement, he would probably be in college taking redicuously hard classes and interning at some stupid computer company so he could learn the rope. Somehow, he figuered he had chosen the better set up by sticking with the musician choice. Truthfully though, trace was glad of the pure lazyness of it all. He had held random jobs through his high school career, and believe it or not someone had actually trusted this kid on a construction site. Scary though wasn't it? Trace around tools and other human beings. Well, that was probably why he was fired within twenty minutes of stepping foot on the job site. Apparently nail guns where not for shooting practice against the elevator. Huh, he never would have guessed that. Then ofcourse there were his many runs as bus boys and waiters at many resturants, and then the two clothing stores which he was promptly fired at as well because well, trace was extremely persuassive with his selling techniques, and well, making out with customers in the dressing rooms is apparently frowned on. okay seriously, how was he suppose to know that?! he figuered as long as the clothes were sold he was golden, but apparently not.

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[/b][/color]NOTES[/font][/size][/size] i love you for referencing mean girls in your post, haha !
\TAGGED jaci lynn simmons !
/WORDS 751 !
\LOCATION the maallll !
/OUTFIT described in the post/see banner !
\BANNER i found the picture on tumblr, sheeiittt.!
/LYRICS all time low !
\CREDIT leena at caution !
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