( THIS TRUTH WILL NEVER FADE ) TAYLOR

[connor riley mccullen]

i knew you'd come around,
TAKE ME ON THE FLOOR

WORDS1073 CREDITS TEMPLATE BY BRENNAN! OF CAUTION 2.O

Connor woke the the gentle vibrating of his cell phone in his hands he yawned silently and rolled his eyes at the beeping sound his phone always made when he had a new text, he wanted to throw it against the wall... but refrained from doing so, instead he slid it open and texted back a response to his friends, sure whatever, i guess ill come he hit the send button and flung the flimsy blanket from his legs... how long had he been asleep? regardless it really didn't matter seeing as he was going out tonight.. he wouldn't have sense of time at all tonight.. he would just go to have fun.. fun meaning only in his dictionary drinking a little bit and dancing with a few girls. and of course spending time with his friends.. unfortunately his evening wouldn't consist of what theirs would..

He wouldn't talk sweet to a girl just to get her in bed, in fact, it was quite the opposite, i mean yes he would be sweet and gentlemanly, if he could that is.. and yes he would definitely sweet talk her, but not to get laid. maybe a few kisses here and there but nothing too much, he was a male after all and could only bear such things. he couldn't restrain himself that completely. but he could have a little fun, he wasn't completely straightedge.. Connor shook his heads from his random thoughts and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower, the warm water cascaded off of his shoulders and warmed him to his core, it felt nice really but they had said that they would be here to pick him up in a few minutes so he reluctantly turned the water off and dried himself. he sighed as he wrapped the towel around himself and searched randomly through his drawer finding a random pair of skinny jeans and a plaid looking shirt, he didn't care, it looked pretty much beastly on him, and showed off his tattoo.

He put the clothes on and stared at his reflection in the body mirror, he looked damn good, and he knew it. he fought back laughing at himself even though he was the only one in the bus at the moment, and went to go dry his hair straight, just the way he liked it. it laid flat with a couple of spikes here and there and he was pleased at how fast it had all come together, it was better than spending a lot of time on it really though. he put on his favorite army looking necklace and smiled once again in the mirror before spraying a couple squirts of cologne and moved on to the kitchen. There he opened the fridge and took out a small bottle of tequila and poured himself a smaller glass of it, sipping it every few moments. he did this until a little he got a little buzz, he always needed that when he was going out to the club, and yes of course he would drink more, but before he was about to test himself he had to get a little something.. it was just.. humane for him. if he didn't it would be like.. not telling a child to hush before going in to a church service.. okay.. bad example but regardless.. it was just the same to him. he needed it.

his thoughts came to an abrupt stop as he heard the sound of a horn blowing in front of the bus, he rolled his eyes and they blew repeatedly telling him to hurry up even though they had just gotten there. he finished off his tequila and placed the glass in the sink for someone else to wash.. and walked out the door locking it quickly. would you stop.. im here... im coming.. give me a damn second! he replied with a smile on his face, but sincerely at the same time. he jogged to the car and opened the back door and slid in quickly as all his friends greeted him.. all were overly excited about the night to come. the ride was somewhat silent except for vain brags that they were going 'to get laid' as they said quite often, connor rolled his eyes.. they were all so confused. finally the ride ended and they arrived just in time, the people were just started to get here and flood the place, luckily they got a good parking place though.

Connor jumped out of the car and headed to the main entrance ready for the night as well, he nodded at the bouncer as he let them all in. Connor headed straight for the bar and ordered another tequila, the taste was still in his mouth and truthfully it's what he wanted.. it wasn't SO strong but it was strong enough, it just appealed to him. he smiled as a small bottle was brought to him and sipped at it just as he had on the bus, he watched his friends head out to the dance floor and pick the girls they would most likely spend the night with and grinned at them all when they turned to look in his direction, they were all conceited as he was, but of course, his conceit wasn't on his 'skills' per say. it was only on his looks and the way his somehow obvious innocence appealed to women. something about a guy who has never had sex seems to attract women, not only to sleep with him though, he had a lot of friends as well, but no... he was different.. he had to find the right kind of girl to give himself away too, he wasn't just a guy who gave in so easily and wanted to fuck every girl he set his sights on.. no.. connor was much, much different.

[taylor amelia hilton]

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NOBODY KNOWS JUST WHERE SHES BEEN
TRIED TO ASK AROUND BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW
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Nine teen years old and still stumbling around the streets. Sure, she had a family at home, but what were they there for? And the band, but what good did they offer, besides a lot of high blood pressure, if only at times like this. They always called her at exactly all the wrong times, and that was infuriating. And they never picked up when she needed them. So, here she was, fumbling around down town with no better people to see, and no better places to go. Strangers may have stared at her, the girl who could pull off the age of fifteen, the one checking out the college kids and eying the signs of tattoo parlors, though she'd never dare get one, she stick with piercings, and even then she limited herself. In fact, it hardly seemed reasonable that she had any in the first place; she never wore rings or studs in the holes or anything; they were just there. They looked to disgusting on the girl, so she tended not to wear them. Heck, if I were in her situation, I wouldn't either. The point was to look your best, on or of f the stage, right? Especially when you were in a band, famous or not, eyes were on you.

Fortunately, tonight mostly grown ups...such a stupid term, adults, were mostly out strutting the streets, which meant that she was not being mauled by so called 'fans' as she might've been normally, but only if they liked the sounds of her guitar, which it often appeared they did. At all costs, though, Taylor had to disguise herself somewhat, so she threw up the hood of the green, heavy, hoodie she had on over her light brown, short hair, and dug her hands into the pockets of her skinny jeans. Hey, a tan band member also had to disguise her skin tone, right? Even if she failed miserably, and was recognized, she looked pretty out of her system. As in; she wasn't smiling, and she there was a shadow from the hood, making her look depressed, and simply tired and irritated. All of which she wasn't, just very very bored, with nothing else...nothing better to do, I should say, then to walk around the streets of Chicago.

More people looked at the girl that was trotting around the poorly lit streets that evening, and she nearly screamed and threw herself into traffic just to end their misery. People liked to stare at Taylor, and she held back the will to flip the bird every time they glared at her awkwardly, but she was too polite to do so. She pulled her light brown hair, styled the same as it was everyday, in a curtain around her face, but when that got too overwhelming she threw it up into a loose bun, and let a few strands fall down in a heart around her face. Her small feet were bound in black converse, and the bottoms of the shoes were scuffing the sidewalk and the rubber layer up pretty nicely. Another reason people stared. Her skin began to crawl; now she wondered, not processing the fact that she was making a lot of noise just walked along the pavement, if she was being recognized; and someone would scream "ITS TAYLOR HILTON!" and jump on her back, ripping off her hood and revealing her identity at any moment. Of course that was only a fools dream, because it was truly doubtful that anyone knew her name outside of the band; as in- the girl wasn't that great.

Her large round eyes ran across the sign of a bar, and, as she thought about it, a drink actually sounded pretty good right now. It wasn't too late, the bus was empty, and still before rush hour. Though she looked younger then a middle schooler, though in truth was only nineteen and it was illegal, Taylor was equipped in all ways necessary. She always had what she needed. She reached into a small backpack that was hanging slightly off of her back and further near her tail bone, and pulled out her fake ID, pressing down where the lamination was peeling. Her picture still resembled her, since she never seemed to age. The reason for having one was still shady, but it was rather useful. It wasn't like she was buying drugs, or guns, or anything bad like that. Just a few drinks here and there; it was a time killer, and not always disastrous. Plus, everyone had to have a little fun once in a while, right?

At first it didn't look as if Taylor would be successful, but she brought out the big guns. She batted her eyelashes innocently for a moment, then looked up to the security with her wide, dark, childlike eyes, with a glisten from the street lights to add an effect. He quickly opened the door for her, and handed her back her fake ID, and she offered a bright little smile before entering the bar. Her smile faded into a look of relief when she finally got inside. Although, what Taylor didn't know, was how many victimizing, drunk, and restless teenagers, well, boys, were in the club, just waiting for their moment to pounce. Had she known this prior, she probably would have reconsidered and found something else worth her time, but it was too late now, and too much of a victory by passing the security to back out now.

It wasn't exactly a bar, and she wasn't exactly dressed for a club, either, but it wasn't a big booze infested drunks laying on the floor requiring mouth to mouth filled shack, either. There were TV's, a nice, polished counter, with leather bar stools and booths outlining the edges. Music boomed loudly in the background, and a few colorful lights shot this place and that; a pleasant enough environment, but not one she might consider working in. It wasn't packed, okay, that was a lie, it was pretty jammed, but all the tables were full, so she headed straight for the bar itself, passing the busy dance floor; even if her room scan was inaccurate and she was seeing things before she even started drinking. That could easily be the case, right?

Now Taylor picked herself up to reach the seat, and finally was able to reach by stretching up on her toes. It was clear that the girl was rather short, but that was ridiculous. The tenders stared at her strangely, for there were three on the shift apparently, one female two males, but she rested her elbows on the polished wooden counter and made herself comfortable. They seemed to shrug it off, and one approached her to take her order. Now, her mind had gone blank, so she stupidly asked for a suggestion. She was wondering how idiotic she had to look, especially dressed the way she was, though the thought of taking off the hoodie and revealing the white shirt and tank top ensemble she had underneath. It didn't really matter; the jacket looked better, anyways. She opened her mouth, asking the nearest bartender.

"Uhh, what do you recommend?" her stared at her for a moment, before realizing she was serious. "This..This is a martini bar, ma'am." her eyes widened and she smacked her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Right! Right. Uhh...Corona?" Her shrugged and walked off to clean a glass and give her the drink she had just ordered. She rubbed her temples as she waited, closing her eyes until he set the glass in front of her. Slowly, she took her first sip. Only four more until she was gone, drunk or running out of there otherwise.

TAGGED: connor+taylor

WORD COUNT: 1481

OUTFIT: IN MAH POST

MOOD: excited ;D

CREDITS: Lyrics for THAT GIRL I KNOW by AVENGED SEVENFOLD

[connor riley mccullen]

i knew you'd come around,
TAKE ME ON THE FLOOR

WORDS 1108 CREDITS TEMPLATE BY BRENNAN! OF CAUTION 2.O

Connor glanced around at how many people had gathered around the bar since he arrived, quite a few actually. his tequila was long gone and right about now he was contemplative whether to get another one, now he didn't want to get too drunk, drunk enough he might do something stupid, but he did want that little buzz or whatever you wanted to call it, and plus, he craved alcohol at the moment so that was just another reason he put in the category of 'pros' but unfortunately his cons list was a tad bit more... making him sigh in frustration and decided on going out to the dance floor instead of sulking here at the bar because he couldn't get another drink, and rest assured when the tequila had settled in his stomache..he would be back for more... no doubt. Connor jumped down from the bar stool and easily made his way through the crowd of people dancing with a few people until he got there, he was now in the center of the dance floor and he noticed rather quickly that his friends were near by. he smiled in their direction and started dancing up on some girls, one after the other not caring who it was. a couple of times he got grinded on but he remained completely non-physical, cause if he did he was afraid he might get carried away and as stated before... he might 'do something stupid' yes meaning sex.

Now, being completely honest it wasn't the fact that he didn't want to have it, cause if that were the case he would just pick any girl in this club that aroused his interests, no that definitely wasn't it, it was just the fact of what he had been taught when he was growing up, not that he listened either, it's just that deep down he wanted to find a person he cared about and that cared about him enough to share themselves, and yes thats the way he felt, he didn't care that it sounded a little... 'sensitive' that's just the way he thought, the way connor functioned. and this was the exact reason he couldn't tell his friends he was a virgin, he could only imagine their teasings... oh my god, it would only be hell for him if thye did know. So thats why everyone who knew connor thought that he wasn't a virgin, his cocky self seemed to 'proud' for them to catch on that he had never been with anyone.

Most of the time he felt like a smooth criminal, but of course he didn't let it go to his head. Connor danced for a long while before finally heading back to the bar, give out and of course...ready for another drink. he smiled to himself as he hopped up on the barstool and turned to the bartender once again, another tequila please? it was almsot a question as if asking her whether or not he should have it, he wanted to roll his eyes at himself. he nodded as she handed the rather large bottle compared to the other one and popped the lid immediately grateful for the sting that burned at the back of his throat and on down. he shivered just a bit, yes, it had that much effect on him. He sipped a couple more times before setting it down in front of him and sighing contentedly. he was glad he came out tonight.. it was better than being trapped in the tour bus alone and having absolutely nothing to do.. yes. it was much better. and besides.. he would have grabbed that bottle of tequila from the refrigerator anyways.. so it was better to get it here.. and not get drunk alone and have a bad day and waste the band's bottle of tequila even though he had almost emptied it out anyway.. that wasn't his problem, it was their assistants. so whatever.

Connor sighed as he looked around the bar, there were a few people there, himself included of course, it was actually kind of sad.. not that they were there in general.. ( cause he was too..) but the fact that every single one of them were alone and had no dates and were drinking and to him it looked like they were trying to hard... not only by glancing around a few times as they drunk their third or fourth drink but by smiling at every handsome male or pretty young lady that walked by, he just wanted to stop it all. there was no 'need' to get laid. no gratification besides the fact that you get sex, but what was there to it? you don't know the person so it's pretty meaningless... and it's not like it will bring you closer together.. yeah.. physically but not the closeness that a couple shared. and that's basically the reason connor was so old fashioned with his sex life. he only wanted to have sex with the people he ~wanted... and had a relationship with already and possibly had a future with.. not just to waste it all away on one random night just to please himself and that girl. no. he would wait. but he still was a male.. it got harder and harder every day.. to keep the decision. It wasn't really a decision either.. rather than a choice of lifestyle.. he jusr chose not to act like a whore and sleep with everything that is attractive and walked his way. no thanks. he would pass, and some his health as well, who knew how many girls in this joint had STD's or something he didn't care about getting, his friends were hopeless. he had no idea how they lived this way. the difference between them and him was like night and day, couldn't be more different besides the being cocky part, he was just like them then.. but then again, who had a right not to call him attractive when it was so true? ahh, conceited connor.