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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 3, 2008 11:50:25 GMT -5
Let the Flames begin."Well, you better not stay here for life. How will I see you when I get out?" She laughed, slightly and said "Err.. Well.. I don't really know. The psycatrist person said a six month minimum. But I hope I don't stay in that long. I'd die." She stood up and walked towards the couch. She plopped down lazily on the couch and sighed. She patted the spot on the couch next to her with her small hand, telling him to come and sit by her. She crossed her legs under her.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 3, 2008 14:49:33 GMT -5
Logan got up and followed Hayley over to the couch where she motioned him to sit down. He took great care to sit just close enough to her without actually sitting on her. Stretching his arms back, he laid them both flat on the back of the couch so that one was behind her.
"Aren't I just so smooth?" he laughed, looking her straight in the eye, loving how close he was.
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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 3, 2008 19:52:10 GMT -5
Let the Flames begin.Hayley scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Oh, Very very smooth." She breathed in deeply. He smelt good. Kinda like.. Well, she didn't exactly know. But it was good. She could feel her checks flush red and hoped and prayed he didn't notice. It was nice being this close to someone. She didn't really think when she first came here that she would find someone she could talk to. Or even sit next to. Unexpected. But good. Very good.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 3, 2008 21:59:19 GMT -5
Logan couldn't believe that in the mist of all this chaos of the fucking loony bin they were committed to, he and this girl were actually...dare he call it...cuddling? Logan Sloan was not the cuddling type, but something about this girl, how small and fragile she looked, he didn't want to break her. He wanted to just sit close to her and touch her.
"So. Life on the outside. Got a boyfriend?" Well, that was sutle.
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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 3, 2008 22:09:58 GMT -5
Let the Flames begin."Nope. Only had one. He cheated on me." She said. She looked up at him and asked "You have a girlfriend?" She pulled his other arm to her and played with his hands. She resisted not to pull away. Something in her mind said not to. She normally would have.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 6, 2008 11:39:36 GMT -5
"Cheated on you?" Logan was surprised. "Who in their dumbass mind would go and cheat on someone as cute as you?" He shook his head in diappointment at whatever guy had gone and hurt Hayley like that. As much shit as Logan had done, he could honestly say that he had never cheated on anyone; but it's not like he had a lot of girlfriends anyway. More like...well, fuckbuddies.
"I can't hold a girlfriend," he admitted. "Relationships are hard work, and when you're fucked up all the time, you don't wanna work at things. That's why most of mine end." He paused and frowned, then Hayley pulled his other arm around her, and the smiled quickly came back to his face.
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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 6, 2008 17:26:36 GMT -5
Let the Flames begin.Hayley shrugged. She didn't really know why he had.. She made a mental note to find out why he had. Her cheeks turned slightly pinker when she head 'as cute as you'. Hayley listened to him talk about how relationships were hard. Yeah. They were.. unless you REALLY liked the person. But then it was still hard.. It might actually be harder if you like the person. Well, she wasn't the smartest person in relationships. "Yeah. I can understand that." She nodded slightly and paused before continuing, "Maybe you shouldn't get fucked up so often." She knew it wouldn't change his opinion on drugs. It's not like he would slow down, but hey, it's worth a shot.. Right?
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 6, 2008 22:19:33 GMT -5
He laughed. Not getting so fucked up all the time was a suggestion he heard a lot; from his parents, friends, everybody. He couldn't help but laugh every time somebody said it now. "That's easier said than done, sweetheart," he took a deep breath and thought back to the last hit he had and the last pills he swallowed. Of course, he took too many. That's why he ended up here as a suicide risk. It's not like he had planned that, it just happened.
"Getting fucked up is like...it's like...well, sex, I guess. The first time is scary and painful, but then you wanna do it over, and over, and over, cause you learn to love the feeling."
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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 7, 2008 18:13:18 GMT -5
Let the Flames begin.Hayley studied his face as he talked. "Well, you could always try to at least try to slow down." She kinda hoped he would. She didn't really want him to like.. die or something.
"Well, I wouldn't say it's as sex.. But it's pretty damn close." She laughed slightly. Sex was pretty much.. amazing. But drugs were pretty damn close. Hahaa.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 10, 2008 20:37:20 GMT -5
"Oh yeah?" he smiled, enjoying the way this conversation had turned. "So how many times have you been fucked, or just fucked up?" He realized that his language wasn't at all sensitive, and hoped to God she would find humor in it. Just to feel closer to her, he started to wrap strings of her reddish hair around his finger, smiling to himself as he did.
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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 10, 2008 20:56:02 GMT -5
Let the Flames begin.
Hayley grinned, looking up at him. "I don't really know how many times I've fucked. I don't keep track. Enough to be good at it." She laughed softly and said "I've fucked up lots more than I've fucked." She grinned as he started to play with her hair. "How many times have you fucked?" She was pretty sure it was gonna be more than her. He just gave off that vibe of manskankish. Not very nice.. Oh well. [/blockquote]
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 14, 2008 22:07:04 GMT -5
"Well, let's see," Logan gazed up to the ceiling as thought he was concentrating very hard. "Had my first fuck at fourteen...at least three a month...times twelve...oh, I dunno...a million?" He smiled and laughed a bit to himself. "But like you," he continued. "I've been fucked up a shit ton of more times that I've fucked. Taking hits actually lowered my sex life instead of inhancing it like it does for everyone else." He shrugged. "Guess I'm just weird that way."
He had moved in closer to her, now, gently resting his chin in her shoulder in an attempt to show off the vulnerability inside him. Logan liked being with Hayley, probably a lot more than she liked being around him, and probably a lot more than he should have, considering they really didn't know each other that well. It was only one conversation in to their relationship, after all. What should he expect to happen?
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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 15, 2008 9:47:55 GMT -5
Won't you be my bad boy?"Well, that's quite a bit. My first wasn't until I was 16." Hayley laughed and said "Well, getting fucked up enhances mine. But I usually pass out afterwards." she bit the corner of her bottom lip, grinning. She liked him being so close. She grinned when he rested his chin on her shoulder. She snuggled closer to him, wanting to be as close as she could to him. There was something about him.. She wasn't exactly sure, but it was good.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 15, 2008 10:58:30 GMT -5
He breathed in deep. "Well," he said. "Don't girls usually pass out after sex? I mean, I know all mine do...but maybe I just wear them out." He smiled. It was weird to him that everything he was saying in front of Hayley he hoped wouldn't be taken the wrong way. He'd never cared what anyone else had thought about what he said, and he certainly never hoped that he wouldn't offend someone. Offending people was what he did best.
"You smell good," he offered. "Just so you know." He closed his eyes and took another deep breath in.
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Post by Hayley Murdock on Feb 15, 2008 12:04:35 GMT -5
I must have been wrong to doubt you.Hayley giggled and said "Might just be you. I only pass out if I was drunk." Hayley felt her cheeks flush red. She quickly tilted her head away from him, hoping he wouldn't notice. "Thanks." She couldn't help from grinning.
After the red had faded from her cheeks, she turned back to him, studying his face.
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