My heart is the worst kind of weapon// open

[lacey rose watson]

Girls Just Want to Have Fun.


Waking up on a Saturday morning was always hard for lacey, especially when you were out partying the night before with a great group of friends, and now you have killer hangover. She sat up fast, but that was probably a bad idea since as soon as she did it, the pain shot straight to her head it was going to be a long day and she defiantly wasn’t going to go running. Groaning she stood up slowly and wandered over to one of her shelf’s to look for pain killers and water. She took out two pills from the white container and swallowed each one at a time. What she needed now was coffee, black coffee, better yet, from starbucks. She licked her red lips just thinking about it.

Moving slowly over to her to closet she yawned and ran a hand through her hair as she searched through her closet for something clean to wear, she needed to do laundry so half her clothes were all spread out on the floor. Reaching onto one of the shelves, she grabbed a pair of her jeans. Slipping off her pj pants, she grabbed a pair of clean underwear, and slipped them on before pulling the jeans on. They were a bit tight in the thigh but at the moment she didn’t really care all she wanted was coffee. Yawning again, she pulled a solid black v-neck t-shirt on and then threw a purple sweater on over top.

Finally she was ready to go, and after running a brush through her hair and slipping on her ugg boots she grabbed her cell phone, wallet and a pair of sunglasses. Lacey never went any where without her cell, it was her life and she rarely missed a call unless she was in class or didn’t want to talk to the person calling. She was a cell phone addict.

She wandered down the street, with sunglasses covering her eyes, her cell in her pocket and wallet in hand. Stopping every now and again to window shop in front of cute little stores en-route to starbucks. Lacey’s cheeks were becoming rosy with the slight breeze blowing through her hair as she neared the coffee shop. A smile crept on her lips as she entered the shop and lifted her sunglasses on top of her head. As she stood at the back of the line she counted out the exact amount of money for the largest coffee they had.

[pheonix agatha parker]

T aking groggy steps from one square of pavement to the next, Pheonix pushed herself slowly along the sidewalk. Really, she felt like falling flat on her face and going to sleep. It seemed like quite a pleasant option at the moment. Anything that had to do with sleep sounded like a pleasant option. But she kept on pushing herself forwards, knowing that here was a nice caffeine filled drink at the end of what to seemed to be a five year long journey.

S leeping in late wasn't really this girl's style. She was more of an early bird, waking up in time to get her daily fix of coffee. But although the girl liked waking up at the crack of dawn, she did like some sleep. And last night she had gotten about an hour or two. Miss Parker was wide awake the night before, and really truly couldn't fall asleep. Which means that she only finally fell asleep at four, and woke up at six. Finally deciding to get a wake up call, also known as coffee, she set out for Starbucks.

A rriving at the place, Pheonix let out a sigh. Finally! She really didn't appreciate those states when she wasn't energetic. No, they didn't happen often. But when they did, she didn't enjoy it.

N ow, you might think Pheonix would order something stong. Or at least some sort of coffee. But no. Pheonix was Pheonix, and went with her usual. Even though she got it everytime, she still hadn't discovered the name of it. She walked up to the counter, and attempted to tell the employee exactly which of the many fabulous drinks she wanted. "Okay, so I don't really know the name, but I know what it is." She said, trying to remember the type of drink it was. Yes, she had it almost everday. But Pheonix was half asleep and forgetful. "The..ur, it's iced. Yup. And it's..OH! Lemonade and strawberry, it is." She finished with a nod, proud to remember the flavour. "Grande, please." She added as the employee nodded, and Pheonix handed her the cash.

P heonix couldn't help but notice that the employee didn't talk. How strange. At least, it was to Pheonix, who took every chance she could to blab. She leaned her back against the wall and waited quietly for her drink.

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[lacey rose watson]

Girls Just Want to Have Fun.


It had been several minuets since she had entered the coffee shop and she was getting fairly impatient. Constantly shifting from foot to foot and twirling a piece of hair around her finger. The customers in front of her seemed to be taking forever and she really wanted her coffee. Glancing around the shop looking for people she might know, she continued to play with her hair and stepping forward every once in a while as the line moved forward.

Letting out a frustrating sigh, she store at the red hair of a girl in front of her, only catching a glimpse of her face as she ordered, lacey thought she recognized her from somewhere, but she couldn’t figure out where. All she wanted right now was her coffee, why can’t people decide what they want when they’re waiting in line, most of the lines were pretty long anyways. Instead of wasting other people’s time making their order.

Excuse me, but are you do- She stopped mid sentence as she realized the girl in front of her had just finished ordering. Her cheeks started to turn pink, slightly embarrassed. Stepping up to the cash, she ordered just a black coffee, Grande of course. Handing over the money she stepped beside the red headed girl and waited for her order, debating whether or not she should say something to her since she acted rudely a moment earlier.

Err… sorry for um… snapping? Earlier. She stuttered as the words fell from her mouth. Lacey usually wasn’t that nervous and she had no idea why she was stumbling. Probably had something to do with the fact that she had a killer head ache and no coffee. All she wanted was her god damn coffee. I have a killer hangover. she admitted, hopefully that would cover for her foolishness.

[pheonix agatha parker]

P heonix was unusually patient. She didn't once complain about the slow manor of the employees, and she was perfectly fine with just sitting and waiting. This would all change after her fruity drink, of course. though most people were calm once they had gotten their gigantic coffees, Miss Parker was the exact opposite. She only got into her normal habits, the over hyper and impatient attitude, after she had gotten her daily drink.

S o there she stayed, waiting for the lady at the cashier to process her order, as she was interrupted by a female behind her. She turned around, looking at the girl and completely forgetting the rude comment. It was nothing, really. Pheonix had gotten much worse on many other occasions. Looking at the girl, Pheonix had to quiet the giggle ready to burst out of her throat. The teenager looked the exact opposite of Pheonix; bouncing up and down from foot to foot, clearly impatient. In other terms, Pheonix's normal form. She knew that the girl would most likely immediately go to calm and collected after her coffee, the two practically switching personalities once the sugar and caffeine got into their systems.

R ealizing that the girl was walking towards her, she studied the female more clearly. She looked pretty familiar, but she couldn't quite put a name to the face. Pheonix found that she knew most people's names, even if she didn't directly know the person. It's just something she noticed about people. When someone called out 'Hey Bill!' or 'Mary, I forgot to tell you..." The name just stuck in her head.

"I t's okay,"Pheonix replied, smiling lightly. We all have those days." And boy, did Pheonix have those days. She constantly found herself snapping at people for no reason, just because she was in a snapping kind of mood. Truthfully, snapping at people helps her relieve the anger and stress she always keep inside.

T hough Pheonix might normal get angry at the persoin, as I said before, she was in an extremely relaxed mood. So she let the girl slide, which was very lucky for the female. If you could stay off of Pheonix's bad side, you want to stay off of it. "Ouch." Turning her attention back to the teenager, she realized that she had never actually had a bad hangover. That was soon to change during the year though, she knew that. "Actually, I've never had one. But I've heard they were awful." And she had. Many, many, many times.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[lacey rose watson]

Girls Just Want to Have Fun.


To Lacey’s relief the girl seem to understand that today she was having a bad day and she couldn’t help but let our a deep breath like a big weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Most people she knew probably would have snapped back, then again most people she knew weren’t very nice. At the mention of never getting a bad hangover, she immediately knew she was a freshman. There were only a few people she knew who didn’t drink a lot and they didn’t make it out to a lot of parties. Oh my gosh, they are! It’s fun while you’re drinking, but after it really sucks. and it was so true.

I’m Lacey Watson by the way. She introduced herself, still shifting from foot to foot impatiently waiting for her coffee beside the girl. I’m here for photography, how about you? Lacey was being unusually chatty and nice for having a hangover. Running a hand through her hair, she thought back to what her life was like when she was a freshman, and had just started drinking. She had tried many things her first year, some things she was proud of, other things she wasn’t. Sometimes you make mistakes, everyone does. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she checked the time and checked to see if she had any new text messages. First year here? she wondered, even though she was fairly certain that she was, since she had never had one before.

OOC: that was bad sorrrryyyyyyy<3

[pheonix agatha parker]

P heonix, being the one who could easily pick out little details but never understand the big picture of things, could easily see that he girl looked relieved once she hadn't yelled out her. What has this world come to, really? Thinking that somebody was going to yell at you, just for asking them to hurry up. And usually, that was what would happen. It really wasn't the most kind place to be.

S he laughed at the girl's reaction. It seemed like she was exstactic to admit that hangover's were awful. "I'll remember that for ther future," Pheonix replied. Though she was probably going to forget it by the next time she picked up a drink, she added the comment anyways. If she could somehow file the information into her horrible memory, she would. But it was impossible for Pheonix to pick or choose what stayed in her mixed up mind and what didn't.

T he name seemed slightly fimiliar to Pheonix. Names were one of the few things that she was actually good with. "I'm Pheonix," the girl repleid nodding. She looked behind her at the workers, waiting to see how far they were with the drink. They just seemed to be chatting it up behind the counter, not caring about the impatient people waiting for their coffee. It looked like any one of the people who were waiting for their delicious drinks would explode. Her best guess was that someone was about to. "I'm a dance major," She added. Most people weren't surprised by the fact that she took dance, as she had the skinny yet muscle filled body of a dancer.

A t first Pheonix was surprised that Lacey had guessed her age, but than she realized that the hangover comment had given away her. "Yup, you guessed it," Pheonix said, laughing lightly. She really was quite carefree that morning. Very unlike her usual sef.

OOC: mine kinda sucked too, sorry[/blockquote]