Spiralling
Mood:  down
Now Playing: silence
Topic: Opener
Aren flicked her long black hair over her shoulder, her eyes darting back and forth nervously. It was happening again, this feeling. Irrational fear...or, this made it more terrfying, perhaps rational fear. Her fingers tapped the wheel, long, slender, and tipped with electric blue nails that sparked contrastingly with the black wheel. Her foot tipped on the gas pedal and her concentration narrowed, making the speed she was going seem much out of place. This fear she felt was confusing to her. She thought she was over it but why was it coming back? His actions, his words...she wondered what she was really getting into, or what it was she had gotten into. Aren slowed for a stop sign, her eyes shifting this way and that. She felt as though she had very little control over the situation and that scared her. Aren was once again spiralling into very dangerous waters, and though she was always up and ready for danger...she didn't know how close she wanted to be to this one.

Trio
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: silence
Topic: Opener

{A/N: This was written quite some time ago but I feel it fits quite well right now. The next blog will have Aren as a main character but although the name is the same the character is not.}

Aimee looked around the room, her eyes roving over the two boys standing near her. The blonde boy slung his arm around her shoulder seductively. Aimee rolled her eyes and slipped out from under his arm. "Aren, get a life."

Aren looked taken aback, but didn’t pursue his advances further. The other boy, dark haired and dressed in black, leaned in the corner, a silver cloak draped around his shoulders. Aimee looked at him, wondering what was going through his mind. The boy in the corner caught her gaze and held it. Aimee blushed and looked away. The dark haired boy set his balance and walked toward Aimee, his silver cloak flicking around his ankles like water around rocks. Aimee stayed set as the dark haired boy approached. The boy stopped right in front of Aimee and looked at her.

Aren spoke up. "Alan, don’t tempt her."

Alan looked at Aren and smirked. ‘Since when do I ever try?" he brushed past Aimee and headed toward the door. Aimee flashed Aren a look of contempt and followed Alan out.

Left Behind
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: Far Away - Nickelback
Topic: Opener

{a/n: I'll be switching in and out of styles, depending on whether I prefer to use my own voice or if I feel the need to use Glory's. }

She tilted her chin forward, looking out the clear windshield at the glowing moon. It was gorgeous in the night sky, contrary to the turmoil going on under its light. The Cougar was as black as the night and as smooth as velvet. She wanted to go driving, sort herself out, calm down, but the chances of that were slim to none and more on the none side than the slim. The week was over and they were leaving. A tear slid down her cheek as she thought about it. It was like losing all over again...She thought again of the fact that she could never win and tipped her head to the side slightly with a shrug. As usual she had disillusioned herself into thinking she'd be able to handle herself and not show any of how she felt.

i'll finish later...

After the Storm
Now Playing: Baba O'Riley
Topic: Opener

{a/n: its occured to me that I am slacking in the "listening to" and "mood" departments. Oops, sorry. Seeing as a lot of that is important to the effect of the story, I'll try to step up. I will mention that I need to be more detailed on my written accounts because its getting really hard to figure out what was written on what date, among other things.}

No one could wipe the grin off her face as the black car hurtled down the road, blending in with the night except for the blazing catty headlights. She bit her bottom lip cutely still grinning. Her body grooved to the music, moving sinuously. When she finally returned to her own home everything was still dark, thankfully. Once in the door she finished her text and pulled her boots off. She gathered her things from the counter and took them to her room where she set them on the floor at the foot of her bed. She then changed into shorts and a tank-top to sleep in, wriggling out of the tight jeans. She went down the stairs to brush her teeth, nearly skipping. On the way back up she kicked up her heels and giggled. She returned to her room and slid her knees under the covers on her bed, grabbing a reeses and her notebook and pencil. As she settled down to write, she smiled. At this rate, she would never get to sleep.
yours,
Cougar

Long Weekend
Mood:  down
Topic: Opener
She was tired and the cold was beginning to get to her. Even inside it was colder than necessary and the short-sleeved shirt she was wearing wasn't enough. Even though she knew this and was cold she was unwilling to bear the pain to get up and walk up the stairs to get a sweatshirt. Her instant messenger status was very clear and she wanted someone to notice without her saying a word. She knew it wouldn't happen though, and wasn't quite sure why she set herself up to be disappointed each and every time. She hadn't gotten much sleep over the weekend and her energy was long since gone. Every time she closed her eyes sleep threatened to overtake her. She wasn't sure if the unfamiliar music from the speakers was causing the headache or not. When she was in this mood she was always quiet, very quiet. The presence and demands of the other female irritated her easily. It occured to her as she switched the track that the disc had played all the way through. The music was new, not something she had burned but she found it interesting to listen to. Even as she wrote her thoughts were disorganized, she knew she needed to finish her homework and go to sleep but she knew the homework wouldn't get done even though she'd had three days to do it. The depressive state she was in deepened slowly, she took a deep breath. The light glared over her and she broke out of her reverie to realize she needed to move. With an effort to ignore the pain it caused her, she stood and walked away.

Control
Mood:  down
Now Playing: What it is to Burn - Finch
Topic: Opener
She glared out the windshield of her sleek sports car as she revved the engine high. How had she let herself fall into this again? Every time he was like that she wanted to cry. It wasn't fair. She couldn't let him have this much over her. As it stood, this was the end. She didn't want to talk to him again, she wasn't going to be insulted like that again. It had happened too many times now, and she wasn't about to let it continue now that she was wise to it. There was a difference between letting herself get manipulated and actually being manipulated. Little did he know he had something coming. She was taking away his control...

Something New
Mood:  hungry
Now Playing: Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down//If You're Gone - Matchbox 20
Topic: Opener

She sat relaxed, early in the morning, with the TV on and her computer in her lap. She wondered if he would reply, knowing that he woudn't. It was quite obvious he was sleeping, his time was different than hers. The last note she'd gotten from him was 4 am her time, a time she had been sleeping. It was thoroughly unfortunate, she would have stayed up just to talk to him. The news caught her attention for a moment. A shooter in a mall. She shook her head. If they were going to commit suicide they should just do it. Anyone who commits suicide in public really wants to be stopped, she thought. She again looked at the time. Still, he was probably sleeping. She didn't blame him. She happened to really like talking to him. It wasn't an obsessive need to talk to him, it was just that she enjoyed his humor, his wit, and he usually made her smile. She never left a conversation feeling down, but was usually sorry to have to leave. The fact that she didn't know what he thought of her kept her on her toes occasionally but he didn't seem the judging type. She wanted to get to know him well. She had a feeling he would be an excellent friend and she wanted to be in on that. She didn't have to worry about starting a conversation with him like she did others either. He usually started the conversation with her, and when she started it with him he never acted like he didn't want to talk to her, like others sometimes did. A twinge of hunger caught her attention and she realized she hadn't had anything to eat yet that day. With that thought, she wandered out to the kitchen to catch some breakfast.

A Call
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Firefly - Breaking Benjamin
Topic: Opener

The phone began to ring loudly. She looked at it, read the name, and pressed the ignore button. The caller left no message. A few moments later the phone began to ring again. Again she looked at it and pressed ignore. She was in no mood to talk to the caller. After the third, fourth, and fifth calls she turned the phone off. She rotated the small device in her hand. It wasn’t long before the land line began to ring. Her eyes narrowed. She would have through it obvious she was unwilling to chat. The caller was now leaving messages which she muted the answering machine to. This behavior slightly confused her, since the caller had never been so persistent before. She decided the best way to ignore the calls was to sleep, so she went up the stairs into her room and flopped on the bed, asleep in moments.

 

            She was awoken not much later by a knock on the door. It surprised her. “Yes?” she queried. “It’s me,” a voice answered, “can I come in?”

            Her eyes narrowed. “No.” She was still unwilling to talk, and his presence irritated her.

            “Please?” He asked, “I want to talk to you.”

            She sniffed. “Yeah, you do now,” she scoffed quietly.

            “What is this?” He had heard her. “You want me to catch you, but with conditions?”

            “I don’t want to be used,” she returned, “I don’t want to be the one you go to just because you can’t be with her, or anyone else. I don’t want to be the one you go to just because I’m with someone else that you want to be around. I want to know you’re going to be here and not have to prepare myself to be let down. I don’t want to be the standby.” She finished, going silent. Suddenly, she wanted to run.

            Miss Independent, Miss Self-sufficient, Miss Keep your distance, Miss Unafraid, Miss Out of my way, Miss Don't let a man interfere, no, Miss On her own, Miss Almost grown, Miss Never let a man help her off her throne, So, by keeping her heart protected, She'd never, ever, feel rejected, Little Miss Apprehensive, what happened to Miss Independent?

            She had to run, but she was trapped. She couldn’t believe she’d said everything that she wanted. He was blocking her door, or was he? Maybe if she opened the door fast enough, took him by surprise, she could get by. She put her shoes on quietly and pulled a sweatshirt over her head. She crept toward the door silently. With a bang the door flew open and she rushed out, only to be caught and held, fighting and struggling, in his arms. It was exactly where she wanted to be but she feared being there. After long minutes of hard fighting she accepted her captivity and laid her head against his chest. It was a relaxed, comfortable place she loved to be, but the problem was, she was never there for very long.