--thanx for the memories, megan

[XAVIER JOHN BRYANT]

you can make all the moves
[ »you can aim all the spotlights }
get all the sigh and moans just right

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The melody of "Girls Girls Girls" by Motley Crue filled the background as Xavier had his third margarita that night. Xavier looked across the bar and saw a stripper winking at him. He had one last drink and slammed it on the bar counter, stumbling over to the girl. The girl pulled him by the t-shirt into a private viewing room. The rest was history. . . Xavier walked out, with his hair a mess and his belt buckle hitting against his leg with every step. In the parking lot, he leaned against the building, smoking on a ciggerate. Xavier was laughing to himself, and nodded at the youngsters, looking like they were in college as they entered the club. Xavier walked to his car and opened the black door to his rented Ford Mustang GT. The car he usually drove around with was a Hummer, but the mustang was the only fly car that had in at the moment. . .

The buzzer went off and Xavier felt around for the snooze button with no great success. He grabbed the clock and threw against the tour bus wall. He looked at the roof and pinched his forehead, shaking his head. Last night just seemed a couple of minutes ago. Xavier jumped out of bed and did his usual evening ritual. After he had gotten dress, Xavier opened up the tour bus door and stretched his arms. It seems like he was the only one that was asleep at this time of day. As he looked at his watch, he sighed. 3:30pm. Just what he'd expected, everyone was getting set up for the concert in 4 and half hours. It was entirely his fault, he just wasn't the type of guy that loved to get up in the morning. Even in high school he was like that. As he walked on the dry grass, he had his hands in his black skinny jeans. As he kicked his foot against a rock, he hitted the side of one of the tour buses that carries the extra equitment. He sighed. The hours before showtime were so boring, people had stuff to set up, and only set up Xavier had to do was mic check, and that was it. Xavier looked at his wrist and saw red dripping down from a scar he made while getting dress. Xavier wants to stop, but he can't. The voices in his head were driving him crazy for two days straight. Not stopping anytime soon.

The voices in his head were almost like his best friend. They know all the stuff he dreams of, they know what he wants to do. Some of the times, they control his mind. He hated to sound crazy, but he wasn't crazy, he had another conscience in his head. That was sadly the only flaw about him besides some other major flaws he hides by wearing long sleeves shirt. As he turned back on his black Nike heels, he rolled up the sleeves of his red plaid shirt. He could care less what others thought about the scars showing. As he walked, he saw a girl standing around. What Xavier really wanted to do was go back to the tour bus and be alone... But he did other wise and approaced the girl. "Hey, shouldn't you be with the other poeple setting up for the show tonight?"

Xavier grinned. He was tired, but at the same time he feel so week and so useless. He waited for the girl to speak. Right now, he was just looking for a friend, well once again, it was for now. Later it can obviously change. As he look at the girl, she had some good looks, but she looked like she could be Xavier friend-- exactly what he needs right now.

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words » a lot
tagged » megan penny hopper
music » "just friends" by jonas brothers
outfit » click here
notes » finally made it, sorry that it took so long ):
lyrics » a little less sixteen candles - fall out boy
credit » holly @ caution