soundtrack: rewind by goldspot <3
layout cred: skinny love;
this took me /so/ long to find a song i actually like.
listen to it if you haven't already - i love it.
but this story line i have in my head excites me... very much :)
on a side note though; isn't that picture of nicholas hoult adorable? the one when he looks like all vintage nerd? (x men) le sigh. love the boy.
but now to the story
* drum roll *
warning: story is a bit long + there's swearing. :o le gasp. hehe
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Tuesday, June 28th: Tara's having a taster day! Head on down there and try some cupcakes. You know Tara's are the best.
It felt nice being back in Kensington. It was almost surreal when I first stepped off the airplane. I didn't see French every where I turned my head, instead I saw English. Plain, simple, all I've ever really known English.
Some people were a bit surprised to see me back. After all I did pull a bit of a Carmen Sandiego. Minus the stealing and being a mastermind thief, of course.
But I really wanted to dive back into the scene I missed the most - the club scene. So here I was at Delcios being nostalgic about things I had missed over the last couple of weeks.
I ordered something alcoholic and sat on the bar stool. Nobody really special stood out to me. Other than the bartender, the place lacked familiar faces. For once in my life I, Silver Montgomery, felt particularly old. This must be exactly what it's like when you see a movie and you don't know /any/ of the actors of actresses. The feeling was rather annoying.
I took a sip from my drink and my lips puckered for a brief second. In Paris, my booze wasn't varied too much. Usually Brody stuck a beer or vodka in my hand and I was happy.
"What is this," I asked. I took another sip but this time I was a bit more careful. Some part of my brain figured that littler sips would be a little less… pucker inducing.
But the bartender was already with someone else, throwing me completely out of the equation.
"Whatever," I muttered under my breath. I squeezed my eyes shut and downed the rest of it.
"Impressive," a familiar voice said nearby.
I looked to my right. My lips curved into a smirk. "Well look what the cat dragged in."
"I could say the same for you," Jordan laughed.
We quickly hugged.
"I could say that it's good to see you," I shrugged. "But I wouldn't want to lie."
We laughed and he shook his head. "Well, you haven't changed much."
I shook my head.
Jordan and I were… let's just say friends for the sake of simplicity. We shared a few things in common, things that most people would consider crazy. We were both pretty hardcore praters. After running into each other on more than one occasion around four in the morning, it wasn't much of a surprise to us anymore if we saw each other.
But when it came to our personalities, that's when we became a bit more yin and yang. I was definitely sweeter while he was just dangerous from head to toe.
We did get along pretty well though and have woken up together more than once. But that was all in the past - the hooking up part that is. The partying? Never.
"So where were you," he asked.
"Paris," I shrugged.
"Paris," he asked, surprised. "Of all the places, Paris was one I wouldn't have pegged you for."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Where the hell do you think I went?
He shrugged and thought it over. "I don't know. Amsterdam, jail." I gasped at that comment.
"Jail? Really Jordan?"
"Nah," he laughed. "There was a rumor going around though that you became a stripper a few cities over."
"A stripper? Wow, I'm just /really/ getting all the classy places, aren't I?"
"It's an accomplishment, really," he nodded.
I shook my head. "Well, someone get me a medal."
"Let's get drunk," I laughed as I slapped Tony on the back.
"Drunk? Really Andy," he asked, his eyes were narrowed into slits.
"I'm f-cking nineteen today," I yelled over the music. "And I want to spend it getting completely shit faced."
"Shouldn't you be taking things easy," Sid asked. "If I remember correctly Jal dumped your sorry as.s."
Jal - that dig was a tough pill to swallow. What did she do? She broke up with me, yesterday. The day before my f-cking birthday. Tonight I just wanted to forget her completely.
"So what," I snorted. "It's my birthday and I can get drunk if I want to."
Sid shrugged and decided to stay out of it. Typical Sid. Couldn't voice his true opinion even if someone was holding him off the edge of a cliff.
"Besides I could get any girl in this place if I wanted to," I bragged. It was a well known fact that the ladies loved me. One of the few things my dad ever taught me that actually stuck was how to get a girl. The playbook was permanently burned into my brain.
"Oh really now," Tony asked, skeptically.
"What? You don't believe me," I asked.
"Not even a bit," he shook his head.
"Fine," I exclaimed. "I'll prove it to you then. Pick any one girl in this place and I promise you that by the end of the night, she'll be screaming my name."
Sid shook my head. He was just upset that his girlfriend was with Jal and not with him. /He/ needed a drink probably more than I did.
"Her," Tony pointed.
I looked at her up and down. "No way," I shook my head. "No uggos."
Sid shot me a look.
"I'm feeling adventurous," I shrugged. "Come on, Tony. Give me something good, give me a challenge."
"Fine," Tony agreed. His lips curved into a smirk as he eyes focused on one girl in particular. "Her."
I tried to see who he was looking at. "Curly red hair? Looks like she could be a cowboy?"
"No," he exclaimed. He shook his head. "Tall blonde, talking to the guy with the red tie. They're by the bar."
I looked at her. She was pretty in a model sort of way. Skinny waist, blonde hair and a 'not f-ckable with' expression on her face. "Perfect," I smiled.
Those types were usually the easiest. All it took was a couple of slipped compliments. Ones like 'has anyone ever told you, you could be a model' usually worked the best. Little did she know but she'd be melting like clay in my hands soon enough.
"What about the guy," Sid asked.
I shrugged. "I'll get him to go."
"And that was Paris," I finished.
Jordan nodded his head. "I was really hoping you'd finish with and that's when I discovered my love for the pole but that's reality."
"Hey!" I pushed him away. "Get out of here," I laughed.
"Fine," he yelled at me before turning around and leaving for some girl.
I shook my head and took a sip from my glass.
"I'll have what she's having," some boy said, pointing at my glass.
I raised my eyebrows and remained silent.
"I'm Andy by the way," he threw out into the open. "Andy Wixon."
"Silver," I sighed.
"Silver? That's… different."
I shrugged. "Never said I wasn't."
He laughed at that comment. "Has anyone ever told you that you could be a model?"
I burst out laughing. You could tell he was a little thrown off by my laughter, definitely not the reaction he was expecting. "Yeah, try all the other tools who tried to get into my pants." I shook my head. "It's cute though that you tried."
"Cute," he asked, he sounded slightly offended. "I've been called a lot of things in my life, but cute was never one of them."
"Oh no," I gasped sarcastically. "I'm sorry if I'm being a total and complete b-tch."
"No," he shook his head. "You're not." I raised an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe a bit." I laughed. "It's /cute/ really."
I laughed. "So Andy Wixon, huh? How old are you? Sixteen?"
Once again, he looked offended. "No, I'm nineteen."
I looked him over. "No way, you're lying."
He stifled a laugh. "I really am nineteen, today's my birthday."
"Happy birthday then," I smiled. "Sorry, if I had known I would've gotten you a present."
"You know there's one present you could give me," he started to say. He flashed me a suggested look and winked.
I burst out laughing at him. "Nuh uh, no way /that's/ going to happen."
"What the hell? Come on," he exclaimed.
"Besides I'm older than you," I added. "And /that/ would just be weird and awkward."
"Oh thanks," he spat. "You really know how to make someone's birthday f-cking spectacular."
I laughed. "I didn't mean it like /that/," I tried to defend myself. "I just mean that-."
"No it's okay," he stopped me. "No need to explain. I'll just sit here and cry into… whatever the hell drink this is."
He was funny. I had to give him credit for that. "I'm just not really into younger men."
"What a coincidence! I like older women."
I frowned at him. "How does that-? How?" I shook my head and held a hand up. "Never mind, don't care to know."
"Why," he asked. "How much older are you then me?"
"Older than I would care for," I told him and took a sip of my drink.
"So what are you? Twenty four? Twenty five? There's no way you're thirty."
I laughed. "Does it really matter?"
"It does," he slammed his hand down on the table.
"Fine," I reluctantly agreed. "I'm twenty."
He was silent.
"Why are you suddenly quiet," I asked. "It's kind of scary."
"Twenty? You're f-cking twenty?"
I nodded my head. "Twenty one in a few months actually," I noted.
"So basically a year apart and you won't sleep with me," he checked.
"Pretty much yeah," I nodded. "Wixon, yesterday you were eighteen and I was still twenty."
"So," I sighed. "It's not going to happen."
He looked at me for a couple of seconds. "You're really stubborn."
I smiled. "Stubborn as they come."
He was silent again. "So wait, let me get things straight. If I was twenty, you'd sleep with me?"
I shrugged. "Maybe."
I thought about it. "Probably, I happen to like older men."
"But not nineteen?"
I shook my head. "Too young. It would be like I was robbing a cradle."
He shook his head. "I don't understand you."
"Most people don't," I shrugged. "Look Alan-."
"Andy," he corrected me.
"That's right," I blushed. "Look Andy, you seem like a nice guy but-."
I leaned in closer to him. "I'm not going to sleep with you," I whispered in his ear.
I had never met someone so… stubborn and so… so… her.
With Silver every second felt like something different. One minute I wanted to be bringing her back to my flat and throwing a sock on the doorknob but then next I wanted to push her off a cliff. One minute I wanted to kiss her lips and the next I wanted to just scream.
I just didn't know what to do with her.
I looked over at Sid and Tony who were looking at us.
"Can I be honest for a second," I asked, leaning in close to her.
She shrugged. "Why not?"
"I was kind of in this bet with my friends," I started to explain. "That I could nail any girl." She raised an eyebrow. "And you were kind of my target."
She laughed. "Well looks like you lost that one."
"I know, I know," I said. "No need to remind me." She laughed and smiled. "Well, I was wondering if maybe you'd want to go back to my place."
And that's when she slapped me across the face. I could hear Sid and Tony laughing.
"What are you? Stupid? Were you /not/ here the past couple of minutes," she hissed.
I rubbed my face where she hit me. "Let me finish," I spat.
"Sorry," she apologized.
I shook my head. "I wanted to know if you'd want to go back to my place," I repeated. "And you don't have to sleep with me, you can just stay there for a little while to make them think that we did it."
She thought it over. "So let me get this straight. You want to bring me back to your place so we can trick your friends into thinking I had sex with you… when really we'll just be hanging out?"
I nodded. "Pretty much yeah," I sighed. It seemed like the odds of me getting laid tonight were very slim.
And that's when she surprised me. "Why not," she shrugged. "Come on."
Just when I think she couldn't surprise me more, she leaned in and kissed me. I'm not talking cute, first date sort of kiss. I'm talking French kiss.
"Uh," I stammered when she was done.
"Got to make it believable, right," she asked. She looked at me like I was stupid.
"Oh, yeah," I nodded. "Definitely."
"Besides, it's not like you actually felt anything."
"Yeah, definitely, not at all," I stammered and she kissed me again.
"Wanna go back to my place now," I asked.
She nodded and we left the place hand in hand. I winked at Tony and Sid as I walked by. Judging by the look on their face, I knew that they believed we were leaving to have sex.
When I reality all we ended up doing that night was playing video games.
- Silver & Andy
* andrew "andy" wixon
bio; andy's used to getting what he wants. no, he isn't fantastically rich but the girls? god, they love him. he has moves like patrick swayze that just make the girls crumble at his feet. throw in the fact that he's a singer in his band 'modern clutter' and andy's a force to be reckoned with. the only girl who just doesn't seem impressed with him is silver.
status; intrigued by silver
model; nicholas hoult