Run for your life {Shelby}

[erica]

He yawned for the third time since he opened his eyes a few minutes ago. He had yet to get out bed. Scott had no idea, why he was up so early. He absolutely despised early mornings, and if he wasn’t so committed to staying in shape, he’d roll over and go back to sleep. Working out. That was the reason he was up so early. He lay in bed contemplating if it was really necessary. But he knew he had too, he couldn’t not do it. He every day, up at 5:30, and out running from 6 until 9:30, it seemed like the only thing he could commit too. She sighed. She really didn’t want to get out of bed, but she knew she had to. He sighed. He really didn’t want to get out of bed, but he knew he had to. He yawned and stretched for a few minutes, before getting out of bed. He didn’t have the biggest closet in the world…actually what he had couldn’t really be classified as a closet, but he made do with it anyways

He was still a little sore from the wrestling match him and his roommate had the day before. His roommate was damn good, he could at least admit to that. He rubbed the spot on his arm that got the most abuse. “Ass.” He smirked, and looked up to make sure his roommate hadn’t heard him. He hadn’t. His roommate was knocked out cold snoring. Scott envied him. He wished he could go back to sleep and sleep for the rest of the day. But he had a work out to stick too.

He made his way over to his closet and threw on his typical workout clothes, of gym shorts and a wife beater. He had always been the type of person who put his pants on before his shirt. He dug through his drawer searching for his favorite pair of socks. His short, ankle, polka dotted socks. He had gotten them a few years ago as a present and loved them on spot. Yea he knew that it wasn’t the straightest thing in the world for him to own, but well he loved them anyway. He added a few of his favorite buttons to them as well, his “party on” button, his “free hugs“ one, (he loved that one the most), and a few others as well. Scott added a studded belt to His ensemble, it was multicolored, and went with his outfit nicely, or so he thought. He put on his white sneakers, and ran a comb through his hair. He grabbed the key to his cabin and took a look in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. “Fresh, as usual,” he said to his reflection. He laughed a little at that, and left out of his dorm room door.

-45minutes later-

Scott was exhausted he had been running for 45 minutes straight and now he needed a break. He leaned against the equipment shed, closing his eyes for a bit, and taking small even breaths.

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NOTES ?!it's kinda crappy sorry bout that
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[shelby alexandria merrick]

*i don't mean to run !
^{BUT EVERYTIME YOU COME AROUND I FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN EVER}

Tossing. Turning. Tossing. Turning. Tossing. Turning. "Damn it," Shelby said finally turning over on her back and staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't go back to sleep. It was just too hard. She didn't even have to be up for another couple hours. What the hell was wrong with her? She closed her eyes and put her hands over them. Bad dreams sucked. No not bad dreams, nightmares. Why couldn't she just turn over and go back to sleep like a normal person? She already knew the answer to that question. She couldn't just go back to sleep like a normal person because she wasn't normal. Normal people had nightmares about monsters, or falling, or other things that just weren't happening and weren't real. She had nightmares about...about real things. For the past couple of days every time that she closed her eyes to go to sleep she saw his face. She saw her stepfather's face. Or she saw the faces of some of her nameless clients. No she was not going to think about that right now. Not at....what the hell time was it anyway? She turned over and looked at the clock. It was 6:20. Fine. Fine. Fine.

It was obvious she wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She let out a yawn and then threw her comforter off of her legs and to the side. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste from her table drawer and made her way down the row of beds straight into the hallway and into the bathroom. She refused to look into the mirror. She was just going to brush her teeth, grab her cigarettes, go smoke, and then come back and try and get some sleep.

Once she was finished brushing her teeth, she walked back to her bad and put her toothbrush and toothpaste back. Going into her secret compartment in her drawer, she grabbed a few cigarettes and her lighter and slipped on her slippers. She looked at her clock and saw that it was almost quarter to 7. She slipped out of the cabin and made her way to the equipment shed. She leaned against the back of it that was closest to the woods and lit the cigarette. After taking her first drag she studied her right forearm that held her Marilyn Monroe tattoo. She took another long drag and closed her eyes. That's when she heard a twig snap. "Shit," she whispered and flicked the cigarette away from her. She made sure it was out and then slipped into the equipment shed. She peeked out of the window to see which of the counselors had interrupted her much needed smoke time.

To her surprise, a boy with short hair, amazing eyes, and an even more amazing body was who she saw. A smile spread across her face. Scott Barringer was... welll he was her everything. That was the only way to put it. She'd never say it out loud, at least not in front of people, but it was the truth. She opened the equipment shed door and leaned against the frame with a smirk on her face. She placed one of the other cigarettes between her lips and lit it. After taking a drag, slipping the other cigarettes in her pockets, and running her fingers through her wavy hair, she said, "You know I just threw out a perfectly good lit cigarette thinking you were Sophie or Peter?" She smirked.

* maybe we're too young, and i don't even know what's real ! ,
^{BUT I KNOW I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD, I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYONE SO BAD}

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notes , well hello there.

[erica]

Scott was trying to be a good boy. Trying and failing miserably. He didn’t like who he was becoming, or what he was doing with his life. Okay maybe that was a lie, he did enjoy some aspects of what he was doing with his life. But he didn’t like how he was doing it. ‘At least, I still got a banging body,’ he thought, but that was due to his tedious workout schedule that he never strayed from. Up at 4:30, and out running from 5 until 7:30, it seemed like the only thing he could commit too. He did this no matter the weather, and no matter what or who he did the night before. ‘Who,’ he thought. Scott laughed a little at that thought, there seem to only one ‘who’ recently. Not that he minded, Shelby was definitely something else. He had been with plenty of beautiful girls in his lifetime, but she was different from the rest of them. She made him different, made him want him to be a better person. Scott knew when it came down to everything he wasn’t the best person in the world. Far from it. He wasn’t the best catch out there, and fact that she was willing to stay with him still astonished him.

He slowed his run to a jog, starting to tire. He always liked the early morning the best. There was just a stillness in the morning that the rest of the day didn’t have, and he loved that. He also enjoyed the animals that came out in the morning. He liked the chirping sounds of the crickets, and the splashing of the frogs as they hopped from one end of the pond the next. He loved hearing the birds talk to one another, and watching the animals he didn’t get to see during the day interact with each other. Scott stopped mid jog and leaned against the equipment shed.

"You know I just threw out a perfectly good lit cigarette thinking you were Sophie or Peter?" Scott nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of her voice. “Jesus,” he said, “You fucking scared me.” He had always enjoyed scaring people and getting scared in return, but unfortunately he didn’t scare very often. He blamed that on the fact that he had somewhat grown up. When he was a child, everything short of his own shadow would scare him. His friends had gotten a kick out of that back in the day. “You know you wouldn’t have had that problem if you hadn’t been smoking in the first place,” he smirked, “besides smoking will kill you in the end, well either that or death.”

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TAG ?! Shellbell
OUTFIT ?! mi duds
NOTES ?!it's kinda crappy sorry bout that
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 <3

[shelby alexandria merrick]

*i don't mean to run !
^{BUT EVERYTIME YOU COME AROUND I FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN EVER}

Shelby took the time it took for Scott to answer to look him over. He was in his usual jogging attire. She still didn't understand how he could pull himself out of bed so early in the morning everyday to go running and hiking. Didn't they do enough of that shit during the day with the counselors. Shelby just personally couldn't stand it. Okay maybe that was a stretch. She didn't love the hiking or the running or the climbing, but it wasn't all bad. Definitely a stress reliever. That didn't mean she wanted to do more of it than she had too. Scott's whole above and beyond routine...yeah that wasn't happening no matter how many times he asked her to do it with him. It did help him keep in shape though and she definitely was not going to complain about that. Anything that kept him looking that damn good was a good habit. At least a good habit for him to do. By himself. Without Shelby.

“Jesus,” he said, “You fucking scared me.” Shelby couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry. The big bad wolf didn't mean to," she said with a light smirk on her lips. She bit her lip and look down at bit before adding, "I just tend to have that effect on people." She stepped completely out of the doorway to the equipment shed and shut the door behind her.

You know you wouldn’t have had that problem if you hadn’t been smoking in the first place, besides smoking will kill you in the end, well either that or death.” Shelby couldn't help but roll her eyes. Here we go. The mini-lecture on smoking and the adverse-effects. "Well Scotty, since we're all gonna die anyway, might as well go doing something that you enjoy. I'll quit. Maybe. Eventually. I don't know. We'll see." She looked down at the cigarette and then back at Scott. She couldn't stand that look he was giving her. She smirked and rolled her eyes again. "Fine, have it your way. This time," she said as she flicked the cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with her toe. She grabbed a piece of gum from her pocket and popped it into her mouth.

"That's the second cigarette you've cost me so far today." She walked over and gave him a hug, once she was sure the smell of smoke was gone. She hadn't smoked long enough for the smell to stick to her anyway. She pulled away from him slightly, her arms still wrapped around his neck and said, "I see you're on your daily morning run."

* maybe we're too young, and i don't even know what's real ! ,
^{BUT I KNOW I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD, I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYONE SO BAD}

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words , 585.
lyrics , adore by the paramore.
status , finished.
notes , well hello there.

[erica]

He let his eyes take in the look of her as she stepped out of the doorway of the equipment shed, she was a gorgeous specimen, more beautiful than any he had ever laid eyes on, and he suspected that she knew it too. He found himself distracted by almost everything about her, from the way her hair hung down from her head, to the way her clothes clung to her body. He took a moment to appreciate that picture. She looked quite hot, in her simple white tank top and pajama bottoms. A small smirk graced his lips at the sight of her. It still amazed him at how she could look this beautiful after just rolling out of bed. "Well Scotty, since we're all gonna die anyway, might as well go doing something that you enjoy. I'll quit. Maybe. Eventually. I don't know. We'll see." Scott raised an eyebrow, “We’ll see,”

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Scott hated cigarettes, and everything they reminded him of, his stepmother, what she had done to him, and how she had left his life in shambles. She had ruined him, forced him to drugs, and changed him into a whole new person. It could be argued that she drove her daughter there too, but that was a different story. He shook his head, not wanting to think about that right now, not ever actually, but he knew he wouldn’t ever have that luxury. The most he could hope for is a day or two without his mind going down that direction. But at least for right now he had a distraction, the beautiful goddess before him. Silently he watched as she threw out the cigarette she was holding and walk over toward him.

"That's the second cigarette you've cost me so far today." He rolled his eyes, “You didn’t need them anyways,” he said. “They’re bad for you.” Her hug took him by surprise as he didn’t expect it, but he enjoyed it none the less. He hugged her back, taking in the smell of her. He loved how she smelt, like flowers, with a tiny hint of vanilla. If only they could turn her smell into an air freshener, he was sure they could score a huge profit off that one; it was after all the greatest smell in the world. Shelby pulled back, but her arms still lingered on his neck as his stayed on her hips. "I see you're on your daily morning run." “How observant we are,” He teased, laughing a little at the obviousness of the situation. He was silent for a few seconds before a thought popped into his head. “What are you doing out here, besides, trying to get lung cancer and scaring me half to death?” he inquired.
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[shelby alexandria merrick]

*i don't mean to run !
^{BUT EVERYTIME YOU COME AROUND I FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN EVER}

Shelby watched as Scott looked her over. She blushed. It shocked even her. She never blushed. Not once since she was little had she blushed. Usually she seemed so confident about her appearance. She knew she was sexy. That was obvious to anyone who met. She owned it. That was how she had survived on the streets. She had owned her sexiness. It was just another bit of proof that Scott did something to her that no one else could do. She wasn't quite sure how or why or even exactly what it was. All she knew was that he could do it.

"We'll see.” Shelby smiled at him throwing her own words back at her. She stared at the stub of a cigarette on the ground. She knew that Scott hated cigarettes. She wasn't sure of the complete reason why. All she knew as that it had something to do with his stepmother. He's opened up about her, but not about everything. Shelby had been smoking cigarettes ever since...well ever since she had started running away from home. It was the lesser of all the addictions that she had witnessed while on the streets. It wasn't the only addiction that she had back then, but it was one of the only addictions that she still kept with her. Horizon didn't allow nicotine of any kind and especially not cigarettes. That's why she had to sneak them. Shelby just didn't see herself giving them up any time soon. She tried not to smoke around Scott, but sometimes she just needed to. She wouldn't do it right now. Having Scott in her presence calmed her down enough where she didn't have to use the cigarettes to release her stress.

Shelby was pleasantly surprised by him returning her hug. Scott hadn't always been so open and touchy feely. It was understandable. Shelby was kind of the same way given their similar past. The only difference was Shelby never used to like touches that had intimate traces. She obviously had to deal with touch while on the streets. It was her whole business. They just weren't intimate touches. Intimacy is what had always scared her.

What are you doing out here, besides, trying to get lung cancer and scaring me half to death? Shelby's smile disappeared when she remembered her reason for being outside this early in the morning in the first place. She unwrapped her arms from around his neck. She backed away a bit until she was leaning against the shed once again. She bit her bottom lip. The wall was back up now. It had been down when she had seen Scott. He had made her forget about all the monsters that lurked in her mind. All the real monsters. Even if it had been for a moment. Now those monsters were back. Should she tell him? Her past, unlike his, was an extremely touchy subject between the two of them. Where Shelby excepted his past and didn't blame him for anything that had happened before Horizon, she wasn't quite sure if he could say the same about hers. She usually avoided any type of subject matter that would bring up her life on the streets and prostitution. "Couldn't sleep." she said looking, down at the ground. "Nightmares, monsters, my own personal boogeymen, that sort of thing," she added, not sure how far she should elaborate. She pushed a strand of loose hair out of her face refusing to look Scott in the eye. She was scared of what she might see in them. Scared that the look in his eye right now would change to one of disgust when he realized just who and what she was talking about.

* maybe we're too young, and i don't even know what's real ! ,
^{BUT I KNOW I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD, I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYONE SO BAD}

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