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Post by KIMBERLY B. MAYFIELD on Aug 2, 2011 22:39:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE'RE STILL SO YOUNG, DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION The Words: 900 The Outfit: here! The Notes not my best but not my worst~ kimberly, feeling bored after her few classes of the day, decided to hit up a party. there were always parties going on, and usually she was unsure, but upon hearing this one was taking place in the park, it was an instant yes. she’d never been to a party in the park before. of course, there were plenty of new things she’d be doing. kimmy was in chicago. for a whole three more years. her freshman year at columbia was mostly spent studying and doing work. there was some partying, but not as much as usual. now that she knew what the workload would be like and how to balance it, there would be more free time to do whatever she pleased. and the days she only had one or two classes came in handy. the girl missed partying often though. it wasn’t about the alcohol or the drugs. it was about the social atmosphere and the fun. kimmy thrived off of being social and making friends. the people here were so much more interesting than they were at home, and odds were they were from a different state than her. that made them even more interesting to her. the people at home were usually only interested in getting high or watching some stupid show on mtv. the people here were more her style, artsy and interesting, not too orange and two faced.
upon arriving at the party, kimberly noticed it to be very much her speed. there were already plenty of people there, and they were all having fun. the music was blaring and there were enough drinks for everyone to have plenty. when the redhead saw just how much alcohol there was, she decided to drink a little more than usual. it was easy to take a cab, and it would be a little celebration for the beginning of the semester. it did sound kind of stupid, but anything to encourage her stupid decision. her first drink was just a bottle of beer, which she polished off in about ten minutes. kimmy took another after tossing it in the recycling bins set out. she made her rounds as she drank the beers, talking to people she already knew and introducing herself to those she didn’t know. after her fourth bottle of beer, things felt a bit different. a buzz was setting in, and with a smile, kimberly went to get a new drink. this time it was a jack and coke. a bad idea, but it tasted good. her thoughts were blurring together anyway, so it didn’t even occur to her that maybe the drink wasn’t her best choice. hey, maybe it would at least give her some good stories in the morning. if she even remembered what happened in the morning.
pretty soon everything was spinning, and kimmy was laughing and having a good time. her new and old friends were keeping her entertained, and their conversations were stupid enough to make anyone laugh. wandering away, even in her drunken state she felt it best to take a seat for a second. kimmy stumbled over towards a bench, tossing out the remains of her drink on the way. once kimberly sat down, she leaned back against the bench to try to ease the feeling in her head a little. waking up in the morning would be one of the hardest things she’d done in a while, especially considering she hadn’t had anything to eat since she’d started drinking. there was food at the party, it just didn’t appeal to her. soon, someone sat down next to her, taking her mind off of her thoughts. kimmy smiled when she saw who it was, not knowing who he was but finding him pretty attractive. alcohol and attractive people are always a bad mix, but you can’t quite get the thought through your head once you’ve already started drinking. it didn’t take long for the two to start flirting, and once that happened, kimmy was almost like putty in his hands. if you made her feel special, it was easy to hold her attention. when he brought up the suggestion that they should share a cab, the sophomore didn’t even think before saying it was okay.
not long after, kimmy called for a cab for the two of them. they stumbled over towards where it would be showing up, kimmy giggling the whole time at the trouble they were having. they were mostly flirting, but there were some traces of actual conversation in there. it didn’t take much longer for the cab to show up, and the two got in, kimberly nearly hitting her head. a fit of giggles followed, and once they were in, the driver asked where they were headed. not thinking about where he needed to go, kimmy simply responded, “the c-columbia dorms, pleeease.” it didn’t take a genius to know they were drunk, although it was probably better they be an annoyance to the driver rather than attempt to drive themselves. kimmy sat back as the driver started off, looking over at her new friend with a small, goofy grin. she wasn’t the most graceful or smartest drunk, but at least she wasn’t throwing herself at him…yet. time would only tell how things went in the future.
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Post by DAKOTA J. OLEANDER on Aug 3, 2011 17:19:13 GMT -5
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A If there was a party, Dakota was at it. He didn’t go out for the weed or the noise, but for the fun basically. He did it to get away from work, school, to relax in an environment that his parents wouldn’t later hear about from a neighbor. It wouldn’t be like he’d get into too much trouble with them, but just being able to do what he wanted without them hovering over every little event made Dakota take as much advantage of the situation as he could. And school was nice, considering he was doing what he wanted to do, what he had fun doing, but sometimes he even needed a break from that. Working with cameras and stories and bossing around people to get them to do what you want them to do was well and all that, but it was hard work, so partying was really a way out. And he didn’t get too crazy – drinking went pretty far, but only far enough for Dakota to wake up with a blank mind, and that was about it. That was enough for him; Dakota would rather have fun and forget about it the next day than be bored out of his mind and remember it forever.
It was a good thing that he didn’t care if he had friends to go to parties with. Dakota would find friends or make new ones. Even if he didn’t, he’d have a good time with just himself – but that wasn’t going to happen tonight. He’d met up with a few of his friends from the dorm as soon as he got there, but they were all smoking pot. Still, all Dakota had to do was take out his cigarettes and find a beer or something to drink. Both of those were way too easy to acquire, and once he had both of them, he sat with his friends and joked and laughed, taking beers that people were passing out and lighting way too many cigarettes to count. He almost ran out of an entire pack, but he decided to salvage a few for later in the night, and once that happened, he knew he had to get away from the haze of the pot. He didn’t like weed, didn’t smoke it, but just being around it would tease his senses until he smoked the rest of his cigarettes. Considering he knew he left his wallet in his room, he didn’t have money to go to a store and get another pack, let alone afford a ride to a store and home. Dakota was just kind of stuck with what he had.
So he stood up, said bye to his friends, and walked around with a bottle in his hands. He danced passed a group of girls, smiled at them, but then felt his foot bend the wrong way. He sort of dropped one side of his body and almost fell over, but caught himself just in time to hear girls giggling behind him as he moved passed them. He just smiled and shook his head, continuing to sway a bit but not enough to fall over again. Dakota could handle alcohol pretty well; it took way too many drinks for him to not be able to walk, but less than that for him to mentally just be totally out of it. He didn’t care though. He was out here to have fun, not worry about how much he was drinking or what effects doing so had on his body and mind. As long as he didn’t wake up with a tattoo of Robert Down Jr. or one of his current tattoos slashed so much that he couldn’t even tell what it was, he was fine. If the sun shone and his head pounded, well, then he would go through the day feeling a lot like Charlie Sheen on Two and a Half Men – he’d have another drink, but only one, just to take a pair of Asprins with almost an entire bottle of water in a matter of minutes.
That meant tonight he could let as loose as he wanted. It wasn’t like he was overly stressed, but Dakota just felt the pressure of school lift off his shoulders until finally, it was almost all gone. He could handle this much pressure, so he headed around the park, just taking in what he could while his mind could keep itself attentive to nature. That wasn’t long though – some song that came on caught his attention and pulled him back towards the fire pit. It was a nice cool night, but the fire was nice and hot. Honestly, it was an equal balance, and it set Dakota into a good mood, better only because it was the cherry on top of the sundae that this night was becoming. However, he knew it was getting late, and Dakota thought that he had a class in the morning, regardless of whether or not he actually did. Suddenly, he realized he had to find a way back to the dorm, but plans were kind of hard to formulate in his head at that point. So instead of sweating it, Dakota found a cute girl with blindingly blue eyes – people had said that about his eyes, but he hardly saw it in himself, especially now that he was looking at this girl – and sat next to her. He didn’t know her, and even if he did, he wouldn’t have in this state. So it was safe to say that she was pretty much in the same state; it saved Dakota that awkward moment when he didn’t remember a girl and she slapped him across the face, though that didn’t happen all that often.
It wasn’t long before they were talking, and shortly after they were flirting. She was cute, and interesting, which made Dakota less guilty about using her for a ride home. The fact that he almost recognized his want to see her again after this made it easier for him to wait as she called a cab. They swayed and laughed as they got in, and finally Dakota felt really comfortable. Because he was comfortable, once the car was moving, Dakota reached over and scooted the two of them closer to one another. He didn’t even know her name – or maybe he’d asked five minutes ago and couldn’t remember already. That couldn’t be good, but either way he just ignored that. Instead of worrying, he just asked. “What’s your name?” he asked, though his ‘your’ sounded like something out of a Ke$ha song and his name ended in an extended ‘e’ sound. It would have been annoying if they’d been sober, but if that had been the case, he would have had more control over his speech. Considering the state that he actually was in, he just didn’t care. He had his arm around a cute girl with eyes like nothing he’d ever seen and suddenly the night made sense. There was reasoning, now, as to why he’d gone out to the party.
notes // lalala one minute i want to fall asleep and another bam this writes itself |
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Post by KIMBERLY B. MAYFIELD on Aug 3, 2011 19:49:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE'RE STILL SO YOUNG, DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION The Words: 1171 The Outfit: here! The Notes lot of ramble oops the party was amazing, but honestly there was one more thing that would’ve made it even better. naturally, being an average young girl in college, kimmy had her eye on someone. she didn’t just have her eye on this boy either. there was something going on between her and robbie, or so she thought. i mean, who would think otherwise? when the two hung out, they held hands an awful lot. and they’d kissed before too. nothing too intense, but to the point where kimberly thought it meant something. he was always complimenting her and flirting with her too. to the redhead, that meant he liked her. he had to. although she didn’t have much experience with boys, it just seemed like they were all the right signs. sure, she’d heard a rumor or two about him, but rumors were rumors. robbie was too sweet for those rumors to be true. everyone liked him and he had plenty of friends, and to her, if he was an asshole like she’d heard, no one would want to be around him. so it simply wasn’t true, and with any luck, they’d be in a relationship soon and the rumors could be put to rest.
it was strange to her though, how someone of his popularity would waste his time on her. kimmy had friends, but not nearly as many people knew her as they did him. it probably should have occurred to her that most of his friends were girls, and most of them gave him that flirtatious smile, but kimberly trusted him. just because he had a lot of girl friends didn’t mean he got around. that was jumping to conclusions, and the sophomore didn’t think there was any reason to do that. her lack of experience with guys made her a bit of an easy target, especially when she didn’t know much about the person. kimmy wasn’t entirely naïve, but she didn’t exactly think of rumors as something to be suspicious of. and the girl liked him far too much to let herself be hurt my rumors. as stupid as it sounded, she saw herself being with robbie for a while. that was without taking into consideration where he lived. he was from california, while she was from new jersey. distance would be a problem once school was over, and on breaks. that was the big problem with college and making friends. you didn’t know when you’d be able to see them when school wasn’t in session, and it was almost impossible if they lived far enough away. plane tickets were expensive.
kimmy didn’t have many money problems, as her family was well off, and it wasn’t surprising that she had a nice wad of cash in her wallet. not the smartest thing, considering her drunk self could’ve lost it at any point, but at least it was there for the cab fare and anything else she might need. the cash was also accessible for stupid drunken decisions, aside from buying condoms for stupid drunken sex, not that kimberly had ever used her money for that. the stupid decisions that could be made from that amount of cash were more along the lines of an unexpected tattoo or piercing. it wouldn’t be surprising if she woke up in her dorm with bags and bags of cheetos and other snacks lying around. yeah, that actually happened once, but not at her place. in high school, kimmy woke up on the floor of her friend’s apartment with doritos stuck in her hair and potato chips all over the place. a few of those stupid ideas actually went through her mind as she talked with her friends at the party. in fact, before deciding to walk away, they were talking about going to a tattoo parlor before going back to their dorms. there was also talk of doing drugs, which was actually what made even the drunken kimberly walk away.
drugs were never her scene. pot was the only thing the redhead had ever done, and even that was only a handful of times. it just made her feel funny, and alcohol was more appealing if she was going to become intoxicated by something. a lot of people were on drugs though, and it kind of scared her. how could people do that to themselves knowing they were dangerous? it was college though, and the girl had to keep reminding herself that. they weren’t kids anymore, and their parents weren’t watching over them and trying their best to keep their kids from doing reckless things. hell, that was one reason kimmy decided to go away to school. to be away from her parents. she was their independent and rebellious child, and compared to her brother, those words actually worked. they got along, but he angered her half of the time. her brother was just so perfect, and he overshadowed her always. anything good she did couldn’t hold a candle to mark’s achievements. that was why she stopped trying and didn’t care about making her parents proud anymore. it was about her, and kimmy was going to do what she wanted and what she knew her parents wouldn’t like. they wouldn’t like this party, and they sure wouldn’t like that she was flirting with some guy she didn’t know, let alone one who looked like this one did. he wasn’t someone they’d approve of. and they definitely wouldn’t approve of her going into a cab alone with him.
it was nothing though. they were simply heading back to the dorms, and his arm around her didn’t mean he was going to pounce on her. the grin remained on her face after the two moved closer, and her one hand rested on his thigh, for lack of somewhere else to put it besides her own lap. kimmy giggled as he asked her name, and she almost forgot what it was. her mind was somewhere else, or nowhere at all, and it took a second for her to figure out what to say, and along with that realize they didn’t know each other’s names. “m-my nameee is mayfield,” was what she managed to get out, saying her last name a bit slower than the rest of the sentence to make sure it came out right. she didn’t even realize she’d given her last name. it was something though, and now kimberly had already forgotten what she said. learning his name was her priority right now. “and yoooour name iss?” the redhead asked curiously, looking up at him with yet another grin. he had the cutest face, one that actually made her forget about robbie for the night. this boy was the center of her attention, and no one was more important than him at this point in time.
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Post by DAKOTA J. OLEANDER on Aug 3, 2011 23:52:26 GMT -5
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A That was an unconventional name, but unconventional was usually what Dakota was attracted to. Girls that could stand out without blatantly exposing their motives to stand out caught his eye, got him to do what they wanted him to. Most of the time he just hanged out with girls – he didn’t really care to get into their pants most of the time, even with drinks, unless a girl made herself different, separate from other girls without really meaning to. It was a hard logic to wrap a mind around, but Dakota managed it. Because he did so successfully, he could appreciate the uniqueness of the way she was introducing herself, even if he didn’t know that Mayfield wasn’t her first name and even if they were both nearly insanely drunk. So he smiled, even if he already had been, because he thought her stutter was cute, but just as quickly as that thought had formulated, it was gone and he was on to the next part of the conversation. His mind wasn’t moving fast – it was his attention span. Alcohol slowed down his physical reactions but sped up how much time he could spend on one subject, although he wasn’t about to forget the way she introduced herself. She was going in his phone as Mayfield regardless.
Because Dakota didn’t know she’d given him her last name, he’d be giving her what he gave everyone else: his first name. It was kind of boring and not nearly as interesting as the way she’d identified herself, but Dakota wouldn’t know that until later, when he would realize just what mistake she’d made (even if it wasn’t a fatal one). But for all intents and purposes, he doesn’t know anything about a mix up, so Dakota was just going to do what he usually did, the polite thing that he was taught to do. He wanted a cigarette, could feel the urge in his lungs, even though he only had a few left. Because they were in a cab, he didn’t pull anything out. Even in this state he knew the consequences of doing something the driver wasn’t okay with – unless they were really that greedy, it was likely to get kicked out of a cab if you started ruining the car, which unfortunately for Dakota, smoking did. Or could do. Whichever; for now, Dakota felt his head spin as he tried to formulate an answer. He moved a stray hair out of his face before slightly shrugging, though the movement was irrelevant to the conversation.
“Dakota,” he said, as simply as it sounded. There were no stuttering consonants, no vowels to trip too far over considering every letter in his name made a short sound. He watched out the window as buildings passed until his head started to hurt from spinning too much. Then Dakota looked forward again, then at the redhead that was pressed against him. Did he call her Mayfield? Why shouldn’t he? She told him that was her name – if he wanted to hold conversation with her, he’d just have to use what he had, right? He didn’t know where they were going, but he didn’t care. Anywhere was nice, even if the point of finding a ride was to go back to his dorm to get some sleep. That was avoidable, given the circumstances of the situation. All he really could do was sit there, watching things around him, try to keep himself awake and content with conversation – easy enough….if your attention span lasted more than a matter of seconds. Dakota became easily distracted, but soon found his track back to speaking. “I’m a film major,” he said. His ‘a’ was dragged out; the last word of his sentence was almost inaudible. Dakota didn’t care though; he just kept on like everything was normal. He felt too good to be acting otherwise.
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Post by KIMBERLY B. MAYFIELD on Aug 4, 2011 10:03:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE'RE STILL SO YOUNG, DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION The Words: 1143 The Outfit: here! The Notes c: kimmy would feel like such an asshole in the morning, when she finally realized she told dakota her name was mayfield. who did that? was she really that drunk? it was better than making up a fake name or something. it would be really awkward if they ever saw each other again and he called her brittany or something. at least she would know he wanted her attention if he called out mayfield. although, it might be a little weird telling him she'd introduced herself by her last name on accident. they were drunk though, so it was excusable. at least the cab driver had to think it was funny. he got to hear all of their conversation, which was probably amusing considering the fact that they were both stuttering and slurring their words like idiots. they were probably better than most drunks because they weren't going to get sick all over the back of his cab too. that had never happened to her, and she surely hadn't been in a cab when it happened, but kimberly heard stories. no one was a perfect drunk, and when friends were around, nothing was left untold. luckily the redhead didn't really do disgusting things while she was drunk, just embarrassing things.
so far though, nothing kimmy had done was too embarrassing. there were a few things she blurted out or did that weren't the best, but they weren't mortifying or anything. the name thing was the only embarrassing thing the girl had done in front of him though. which was good, considering he was pretty attractive. but honestly, if she had done something, it wouldn't matter much. they wouldn't remember it. “dakota,” she repeated, as if she really had to take it in or something. “that’s a nice name!” it was the only thing she didn’t slur, aside from his simple name, but with her tone of voice you could tell she was not sober. it was as if she was overly excited, but the girl wasn’t actually being too loud. and his name wasn’t all that exciting. at least she was talking, instead of just sitting there silently, or throwing herself at him. if you flirted with kimmy while she was drunk, it didn’t take much to get her to want you. dakota was no different, but for some reason they were still holding somewhat of a conversation. it was probably better the girl wasn’t all over him; they barely knew each other, and had just learned each other’s names.
“r-really?” she replied to his comment about his major, seemingly in awe. “that’s s-soooo cool!” he wasn’t the first film major she met, but kimmy was making it seem like they were an endangered species and this was a lucky find or something. it took her a few seconds to realize that it might be a good idea to tell dakota her major and all that. “i-i’m a fine arts major, buuut i’m m-minoring in photography,” kimberly added, having to pronounce ‘photography’ carefully so it didn’t sound like a bunch of gibberish. at least he could hear her though. the redhead wasn’t a loud, constantly yelling drunk, but the term inside voice held little meaning to her drunk self, if it even existed. the driver hadn’t gotten angry though, so it probably wasn’t a big deal. “it’s a lot of fun. i-i like chicago.” school was great, but chicago’s atmosphere was even better to her. it didn’t take much to have her considering moving there, away from boring new jersey. although chicago was probably comparable to the city, mostly in how it was a bustling city with a lot to do. kimmy liked that. it was nice to have a million different options and being able to do a different one every day, not to be stuck in a small town with the same three things to repeat over and over.
the cab soon pulled up to the dorm buildings, and kimmy handed the cab driver a rumpled up twenty dollar bill before getting out of the cab. the fare was probably a bit less than that, but right now, she really didn’t care about getting change back or anything. besides, it was only about ten dollars. it wasn’t a lot. once dakota was out of the cab, the redhead grabbed his hand and started tugging him towards her dorm. in her mind, she was in the mood for a sleepover. an innocent sleepover. her thoughts saw it going somewhere along the lines of watching a movie and snacking before falling asleep, although in reality it wouldn’t be a surprise if they passed out as soon as they sat down on her bed. “come onnnnn,” kimberly giggled as she stumbled along, dakota, obviously, not too far behind. once they reached the building and got inside, there was the dilemma of taking the stairs or the elevator. through the haze in her mind, she realized the elevator would probably be better, and pushed the button. it was there almost immediately, and kimmy headed inside, still holding onto the boy’s hand. he probably had no idea what they were doing though. not thinking of informing him, but just trying to make conversation, the sophomore blurted out, “we’re gonna have a sleeeepoverrr, and it’s gonna be funnnnn.” of course, whatever she had planned in her mind was greatly exaggerated, and it would be a whole lot messier due to their intoxication.
the elevator stopped on her floor, and yet again the redhead was pulling dakota, this time towards her dorm. kimmy stuck her hand on one of her pockets, searching a few moments before securing the key and using it to open the door. she shoved it back into her pocket, walking into the dorm and using both hands to pull dakota into the room. walking backwards probably wasn’t the best idea, but even drunk she knew her dorm pretty well, so it wasn’t that dangerous. it was amusing though, and kimberly giggled as she walked towards her bed. luckily the girl wasn’t walking too fast, or else what happened next actually could’ve been dangerous. not caring to look back, kimmy didn’t notice that she was getting closer and closer to her bed. so when she got there, the redhead bumped into it, falling backwards onto her bed. the only bad part was that she was still holding dakota’s hands, which meant either he’d fall on top of her or save himself and let go of her hands quick enough to land on his hands and not on her. well, those seemed like the only two possibilities. “oops,” kimmy giggled with a grin on her face.
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Post by DAKOTA J. OLEANDER on Aug 4, 2011 13:15:41 GMT -5
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Getting out of the cab was easier than he’d expected, only because his legs had started to get tingly. Dakota dealt though, especially since he just got out. From there, he was pulled by Mayfield into the dorm, into the elevator – but from there he wasn’t pulled. He didn’t know if she noticed, but Dakota noticed that she was still holding his hand. This was just something he didn’t really do. He went to parties and flirted, sure, but mostly nothing happened. Girls got seriously drunk, too drunk to even walk three steps without passing out, and from there, Dakota just walked away and went home. Sure, that sounded lonely, but Dakota didn’t really think of it that way. He’d at least had attention for that small amount of time, and besides, tonight was different. He’d had his friends, then the girls he’d tripped in front of, and now this redhead. Did she even know what was going through his head? No, obviously. But when you pull a drunken guy back to your room, you can’t just expect a cuddly night until you passed out. There were only two ways this night could end now, and Dakota really only wanted one of them (and he didn’t particularly want to just go up to her room and pass out. He didn’t think he was that drunk).
Fun, Dakota could do. Sleep over…… that depended. He was a controlled person, at least to some extent, but you know when things are completely right, why would you deny them? He strongly believed that living life by passing up right opportunities was wrong, that even if he did happen to believe in reincarnation, taking up what he could when he felt it was what was supposed to happen was how he was supposed to live. So really, maybe he was just kind of psyching himself out. He couldn’t read Mayfield’s mind, so how would he know what she meant by ‘sleepover’? Maybe she meant what he thought, but then again, if that were the case maybe she wasn’t who he thought she was. But even if she wasn’t, he couldn’t really freak out about it. His mind was still moving, though it was focusing for longer periods of time, little by little. Still, freaking out wasn’t his style, so he let his mind wander into what might happen, just let himself imagine a little bit. Before he knew it, the elevator doors opened, and once again he was being pulled. He didn’t mind it, and it didn’t hurt so Dakota just went with it. He was still smiling as they headed towards one of the doors down the corridor, then stopped before it. He didn’t know if it was a cheeky smile or just a smile, but frankly he didn’t care to know.
Without really thinking about it, Dakota let his now free hand, as well as its twin, kind of rest on her hips. He hadn’t really meant to do that, but he also wasn’t exactly paying much attention to it. His body was just doing things that felt good, although good wasn’t exactly the right word. Whatever; he just rested his hands there, not really thinking at all anymore, until she turned around and pulled him by both of his hands into the room. He didn’t notice that there was only enough room for one person to live in this room. He didn’t notice the color of the walls. He didn’t even notice the fact that he closed the door without really looking because he was focused on Mayfield. Her eyes were kind of trapping him, but he didn’t feel claustrophobic or anything. He followed her, mostly because he didn’t have a choice, but also because he wanted to. And he was just as klutzy as she was, so when they got closer and closer to the bed, he didn’t even notice until she fell back. He hadn’t let go of her hand, actually, and literally fell on top of her, but quickly pushed himself so that his arms held his torso up. That way, he wasn’t crushing Mayfield, but rather he was just kind of hanging there, still smiling, kind of starting to feel that urge to kiss her.
Normally, he would have pulled away and walked out, maybe. If the feelings weren’t right – and usually, they weren’t with too many girls – and he wasn’t drunk, Dakota would have stood up, walked out, and gone home. Normally, the girl he was with may or may not have followed him. If she hadn’t, she may or may not have tried to call the next day, but either way, Dakota would have just smiled and come up with an excuse to go home. But did that mean that he was sticking around because he was drunk? Not completely. He was honestly interested in Mayfield, so much so that he wanted to really get to know her, keep talking to her, but because he was drunk, there was no room for him to speak. His head wouldn’t allow it and his mouth wouldn’t work the right way anyway. Well, it wouldn’t work to speak, but there were other functions for his mouth at the moment. Maybe he should make a move – but he doesn’t know this girl. But he wants to – maybe he should make a move. Dakota couldn’t make up his mind. His thoughts were moving way too fast for his head, for his attention span. Instead of letting his head hurt though, Dakota decided to just act on impulse, to basically let the alcohol do the work for him. But hey, if making the first move meant getting his head to stop moving like that, why not? So he did; he leaned in and kissed her, realizing that he just didn’t really have a preference for how this night would end.
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Post by KIMBERLY B. MAYFIELD on Aug 4, 2011 15:04:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE'RE STILL SO YOUNG, DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION The Words: 1036 The Outfit: here! The Notes i luv dis threeaaadd~ the girl wasn’t an idiot, but she really wasn’t picking up anything special from what was going on between the two. well, actually, you couldn’t say she wasn’t an idiot now. because drunk, she wasn’t quite smart either. there was nothing important to her about the two sitting close in the cab, or the flirting he was doing. it was just harmless flirting, and they were just sitting close for no reason. after all, there was only a certain amount of space in a cab, so you were bound to be close if you were sharing it somehow. besides, her mind wasn’t on anything other than innocent fun. kimmy didn’t plan on doing anything dirty with him. she wasn’t planning on putting her mouth somewhere it didn’t belong, or sticking something somewhere it wasn’t supposed to go in. that wasn’t to say kimberly was a virgin, but she obviously hadn’t had any type of sex a lot. she was still like a little kid, some things still disgusted her and sex wasn’t something she was always entirely comfortable with. drunk though, it was like breathing. it was no big deal, and she’d do whatever. luckily, kimmy wasn’t easy. she’d do whatever, but not with whoever. only if someone kept her really interested would she go all the way, and hopefully then it wasn’t with some stranger.
dakota was basically a stranger though, and inviting him into her dorm was a bit out of character, even for an intoxicated kimmy. she probably did it because he was a good guy though. he had just flirted with her. it wasn’t like he flirted with her, then started whispering in her ear and kissing her neck and her cheek. dakota was keeping his distance without really being distant. it was nice, and even though kimberly was interested in someone else, she liked him. maybe it wasn’t an actual crush, but there were feelings similar to that. of course, you could blame the alcohol, but that didn’t seem to be entirely it. it could’ve just been a fleeting feeling due to how the night had progressed though. no one seemed to tell her to watch out for him, even though no one had really been around them. if he was trouble, people would probably be watching him though. kimmy’s mind just kind of wandered when it came to thinking about him in general. all she had to go by was his name and his major. the redhead hadn’t known him long enough to really know anything. he seemed wonderful so far, but who was to say it wasn’t just an act? still, the girl was attracted to him and wanted him around her. whether the feeling would change in the morning or not, kimmy didn’t know.
she didn’t mind, laying there with dakota perched over her. there was still a smile on her face, and she just looked into his eyes, completely content. even drunk kimmy’s attention could be completely captured by a boy. the sophomore wasn’t boy crazy, but when she saw a cute boy, he could hold her attention for a long time. even though it was her room and she knew it anyway, nothing was more important than him right now. seriously, something could’ve been on fire and kimmy hardly would have noticed. thoughts slowly started creeping into her head, ranging from the innocent to the utterly not innocent. anyone could have noticed that with the position they were in, the only thing that seemed logical to happen next was for them to kiss. and kimberly wouldn’t have minded that, considering her mind was already thinking about worse things. shockingly, in her mind she was mentally undressing him. it wasn’t something the redhead usually did, but considering how they were currently situated, there was nothing in her mind that didn’t have to do with some sort of physical contact between the two. but could you blame her? she was a college student with hormones and alcohol running rampant in her system, and there was a hot guy on top of her.
if dakota hadn’t kissed her, kimmy would have kissed him. it was just inevitable. her lips began tingling, anxious to feel his lips on hers. okay, so it was all in her head, but still. the girl had wanted to kiss him. once they did kiss though, the other things in her mind became more and more appealing. as their lips moved together in a kiss, kimmy moved her hands to his neck, her fingertips brushing the back of his neck. her thoughts still buzzed in her skull, and kimberly wondered whether or not she should act on them. were her impulses really worth scaring him off? of course, there were less blunt ways of going about things. she didn’t have to, like, rip his jeans off right away. his jacket probably would’ve been a better start, but still. no clothing items had to be removed. there were still plenty of ways to go about doing this, and the girl couldn’t decide. it was too much for her hazy conscience to work with. so she let the thoughts linger for a few more moments, letting herself just take in the situation and how great it really was. what better way to start off a semester, right? sober, it might not seem like it, but now it seemed like the best celebration. not something she’d go telling everyone about though, considering it would probably make her look like some kind of a slut. well, that was if he actually wanted to do what she did. there was no better way to know than to find out, so kimmy picked one of the ideas in her skull and put the plan into motion. her hands ran down his torso, stopping around his waist. her fingers gently tugged at his belt loops, an innocent enough action, although he could take it any way he wanted. hopefully dakota would get the hint though.
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Post by DAKOTA J. OLEANDER on Aug 5, 2011 11:15:37 GMT -5
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A See, things lead to other things. That general statement went for everything, which really just made the point of the story obsolete. Except that it held a bit of relevancy. When drunk, one thing led to another quite honestly. It happened all the time. It was happening now; one drink led to another, one cigarette led to the next, one step came before the next. Dakota had been led into the dorm, into the elevator, and then into the room. Besides the fact that he couldn’t really mind considering his mental state, he didn’t actually mind at all. Of course, if he were sober, he might have come up here with different intentions – not that he’d come up to her room with any intentions in the first place, he’d just been brought up for a ‘fun sleepover’ as Mayfield had put it. But still, maybe it would have just been a sleepover if they were sober. Then again, if either of them were sober, neither of them would be here in the first place – they’d be back down at that party, drinking, smoking, socializing because that was what two college kids did on their off time (and he knew she was a college student considering she’d asked to be taken to the dorms, she knew which floor to get off on, and she had a key to this door in the dorm, which only students and R.A.’s have).
But, as circumstances would have it, there they were. And still, one thing led to another. She fell, he kissed her, and she responded. Dakota hadn’t gone out to the party expecting to get laid, especially since he never really did, but now that it was happening, he wasn’t going to stop it. Of course, if he were sober, circumstances would be different, but we’d already covered that. He was drunk, she was drunk, and kissing her took away (slightly, enough) the urge to go out and smoke. It wasn’t so much that she took away the urge, she just distracted him enough to keep his mind on this, not on the few cigarettes he had left in his pocket. It was kind of funny, the distinction between what he’d be doing if he were sober and now, but not so funny that he could quit school and go be a stand-up comedian. It was just….. Almost ironic, enough so for him to chuckle once but then his mind was on other things, different places, and her hand on his jeans. That was sort of an invitation, right? Dakota took it as one and pushed himself so his arms could push his jacket off. He threw it somewhere, didn’t really care where it went, probably because he was still attached at the lips to Mayfield.
Though this wasn’t his norm, this was good. This was…..nice. He didn’t really ever kiss too many girls, and when he did he was careful to pick the ones he wanted to kiss out. He hadn’t really carefully picked Mayfield out, but at once he’d known something was great about her. Maybe it was her eyes, but then again maybe it was because of her eyes that he saw something extraordinary about her. He didn’t really think too much on it now because his head was mostly clear, just working on what to take off next. Her jacket might be a good bet, but he’d have to get her to sit up for that. Thankfully, he’d had just enough experience with this to know how to do that; he backed up but kept kissing her until she was sitting far enough up that he could pull the jacket off – but why was it his job to be the one to take everything off? Maybe next he’d make her do it without really demanding it verbally, that is if he remembered he was thinking all of this in the next few seconds. Besides, all he really knew was that he wanted her, which was a very different set of goals from the time he’d first seen her.
However, things kept going his way. Or so he thought; maybe he’d just talked himself into believing everything was going his way. Dakota wasn’t naturally a selfish person, but when alcohol was introduced into the norm, everything kind of changed, shifted, and twisted. Personalities weren’t the same, but thankfully, Dakota wasn’t an abusive, loud, or particularly annoying drunk. He just kind of started to sway, he got a little more touchy feely, and he smiled a bit more, possibly a bit brighter. Drinking made him happy, but it didn’t always end in this, some girl’s dorm room, taking her clothes off. But hey, at least she was taking his clothes off too, right? Was that even something to be proud of? At the moment, why not? No one was stopping them, so why would they stop themselves, especially when they were both under the influence? It was like being in Health class, only without the ‘Blah blah don’t drink blah blah stay away from drugs because this is what they do to your face’ with the poster of what meth among other drugs did to a person’s physical appearance. This was easier than sitting through Health class anyway because this was just one action after another, while sitting in a class was long, boring, and full of notes that would hardly help you on the test anyway. But because of that, class was the farthest thing from Dakota’s mind.
He was stuck on Mayfield, and that didn’t change with every article of clothing that was discarded. If anything, the closer they got the more focused his mind became. He didn’t necessarily know what to make of that, or what he would make of this whole night in the morning, but honestly he wasn’t too concerned with that at the moment. All he knew was that he really liked this girl, and at the moment he was really content. It was when the sun shone through her blinds and woke him up that his mind had changed any. First of all, his head was pounding. It was like his brain was taking revenge on his drinking so it was rocking as hard as it could against the walls of his head. Suddenly is eyes opened, and he realized he didn’t recognize this room. There was only one bed and he was in it, but he wasn’t alone. The blinds weren’t positioned where he remembered them to be, and the sun didn’t usually feel that horrible to his head. He started to sit up but realized someone was too close to him for that, and when he looked down he saw her red hair spilled everywhere. He didn’t know this girl, except for what he could remember, even if those memories sort of hurt his head. He sighed; he couldn’t stick around and wait for her to wake up because he didn’t want her to freak out or something.
Slowly, quietly, he pulled himself out of the bed and found his clothing around her room, pulling pieces on as he found them. Once he was sure he had his cigarettes and his shoes were on, he sighed again and looked back at the red head that had been in his arms all night, or at least a long as they’d been in that cab. He almost didn’t want to leave. He wanted to sit on the chair in front of the bed and just kind of watch her until she woke up, just to be able to be the first person she saw of the day. But he couldn’t do it. He’d rather leave than have her freak out and reject him without really meaning to. It was kind o a coward move, but Dakota didn’t think he could handle it if she started screaming at him, or if she started crying. And it wasn’t that he couldn’t stand to see a girl cry – it was that he couldn’t stand seeing a girl that he might potentially like crying over the fact that they’d had drunken sex. It made sense to him. With that, he turned from the bed, headed to the door, and walked out not really caring who saw or what they said. He hadn’t even known that girl, just that some form of a name for her was Mayfield, and though he was leaving her now, he kind of had this secret determination to talk to her again.
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Post by KIMBERLY B. MAYFIELD on Aug 5, 2011 19:39:16 GMT -5
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clearly, it didn’t take much now either, considering the fact that just five minutes ago all she had planned was movie watching and now the thoughts were nowhere near as pure. at least they were in her dorm though, because if this situation had happened anywhere else, odds were it would be happening there. even if it was on a bench in the middle of the park. okay, well, maybe not. kimberly wouldn’t have thought to bring it somewhere more private though. her mind was obviously somewhere else, with no hope of return until the next morning. but she didn’t need her mind right now, because everything was automatic. kimmy didn’t need to think about how to kiss him, or how to run her hands along his frame. all the girl needed was to sense that it felt good, and instinct took over. that was instinct, wasn’t it? either way, she kept with it, their lips not even parting when he took off his jacket. the redhead actually barely noticed he took off his jacket. the little change in position didn’t affect her. the only thing that would’ve gotten her to notice anything would be if dakota pulled away. clearly, the girl basically had a one track mind when she was drunk.
she wasn’t even thinking about the consequences of this, or if dakota even had a condom on him. if she got pregnant, her parents would lock her in her room for the rest of her life. they wouldn’t let her out for anything, she wouldn’t finish schooling, and there was no way she’d ever have friends anymore. they’d be on the first plane to chicago if that happened, her perfect brother in tow as a reminder of how awful she was. okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but him there would just remind her of how she wasn’t perfect in her parents eyes. yeah, they loved her and recognized the good things she did, but kimmy always felt second best to him. of course, they wouldn’t necessarily hate her and be furious. the other thing that could happen was that they’d tell her she had to marry him. there was no way they’d let her get an abortion (not that she’d want one anyway). what would be worse was that then they would find out she’d only known him for a few hours before she basically dragged him back to her dorm. cool, right? maybe her parents wouldn’t react that crazily, but they surely wouldn’t be happy about any of it. and it was very likely they wouldn’t let her go to college states away anymore.
thoughts of marrying him were nowhere near being in her current flow of thoughts. if someone brought up marriage to her right now, it probably wouldn’t even make sense in her brain. although, it would be plenty awkward if someone was actually trying to talk to her in the current situation. who’d have known a private dorm would be so helpful? she hadn’t wanted it because kimberly liked to be anti-social or anything, she just didn’t want to live with a stranger. she wasn’t the nicest girl in the morning, and that was especially true when she was hung over. the morning would be hell, but at least kimmy was having a good time now. the girl moved with dakota as he sat them up, and she did her best to help him take her jacket off. okay, so it was a really half-assed attempt, but it was something. it made the drunk girl realize that to do what was on her mind, it might just be easier if she didn’t make him do all the undressing. that didn’t mean she was literally going to rip his shirt off of him though. her hands moved to the bottom, pulling it up gradually as they kissed, reluctantly breaking the kiss to pull it off of him. luckily, her dress didn’t need to be pulled over her head to be removed. not that something like that was really on her mind right now. kimberly’s mind was more consumed by how nice it felt when she ran her hands down his now bare torso. or maybe it was the fact that they were getting closer to doing what she wanted to do.
nothing happened to interrupt the series of events, and everything went according to plan. actually none of it had been planned, but kimmy didn’t care. in her compromised state, having sex with dakota had seemed like the best idea. hey, he was flirting with her and he was cute. what more mattered? nothing, when you were too drunk to even remember your own name. it was in the past, and you couldn’t change that. kimmy was passed out in her bed, laying close to dakota. waking up was surely going to suck, but that wasn’t a problem right now. it didn’t seem like she would wake up for a while, even when he started moving. kimmy stirred slightly as he got up off the bed, but nowhere near enough to wake herself up. it was lucky for dakota. kimberly hadn’t ever really had this happen before, so there was no way to predict how she might react to waking up to him pulling his clothes on. it probably wouldn’t make her feel much different to find him gone when she woke up, but at least there was no possibility of him getting screamed at or hurt. it wouldn’t be like kimberly to actually hit him, but what they did wasn’t exactly normal for her, so it wouldn’t make her feel too great. odds were she’d need to spend the first couple minutes of consciousness to figure out exactly what had happened though.
her eyes opened slowly, pain battering her head like a baseball bat. kimberly turned her head into her pillows, avoiding the sunlight flooding into her eyes even more. it took a second, but then she realized her clothes weren’t where they usually were when she woke up. her eyes shot open, though still shielded by the pillow. the memories of the night started flowing back to her. the first thing, naturally, was his face, followed by his name. then everything else followed, like how they were flirting at the party, which led to sharing a cab and bringing him back to her dorm. the details were a little foggy, but most of them were there. kimberly remembered how it took almost nothing for her to sleep with him, and it was kind of embarrassing. yeah, she was drunk, but even drunk people have some sense. well, obviously she was not one of those drunks. kimmy rolled over onto her back, placing her hands on her face. how did she even know if this guy went to columbia? it would be easier if she never had to see him again, but he didn’t seem much older than college age. and there was a faint memory of him telling her he was a film major, but the girl couldn’t tell if that was just something she made up. with a big sigh, kimmy got up, not even bothering to get dressed, just walking straight into her bathroom to take a shower. |
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