( GOT THE BEST OF ME )

[PARIS DIGBY DEAN]

YOU HARDLY EVEN NOTICE WHEN I TRY
SHOW YA THIS SONG. IS MEANT TO KEEP YOU FROM DOING WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO

there was a couple of issues that came with being awake mostly at night. the biggest, and by fat the most irritating, was that everything was generally shut at night, especially at the camp. of course paris had been for so long that he had long since figured out how to get into the places that were, supposedly, closed up. such a place was the recreation room and it was where he was headed now. paris moved around his cabin as quietly as possible, bending down to the floor and reaching under his bed blindly. paris could see in the dark almost as clearly as others could in the day, although his eyes didn't work in quite the same way - detail was evasive, but he could see solid outlines, different levels of darkness so to speak, and from that he was able to find when he was looking for. said object happened to be a bottle of jack daniels he had been saving for an evening like this one. not that this evening was anything special, he simply had forgotten about the bottle until tonight, and he had plans about who to share it with. he tried to hide the mischievous smile that wanted to show itself. naturally the only person he could share a bottle of jack daniels with was alcohol virgin ashley starr. paris adored ash, literally adored him so much it was kind of creepy. but creepy in a cute way, so he really had nothing to worry about on that front. if this was the 'outside world' he would have made his move a long time ago, but it wasn't and the thought of anything going wrong and still having to see ash day in, day out killed him. he told himself he didn't want to ruin their friendship, when the reality was that he'd ruin it in a heartbeat if it meant he got to kiss ashley. pretty pathetic right?

paris pushed the thoughts out of his head for the moment, he was sure them - and others - would come flooding back once he pestered ashley into joining him. he unscrewed the cap on the bottle as he left his cabin, bringing it to his lips and taking a swig. he grimaced and coughed, closing the door behind him. he hadn't drank in a few weeks, apparently enough for him to forget that straight jack tasted like shit. he had no idea where he would get some cola, well boss would probably have some but he didn't want to wake her up. she'd been staying up a lost recently to spend time with him and he felt bad about it, he promised to stay awake one day to see her - it was only fair after all. the camp was silent, save for the light wind in the trees and the odd animal call. he often wondered how many of those animals were real, and how many were just the other form of the many shifters staying at the camp. with this thought replacing ash, paris walked through the rows of cabins, finally reaching ashley's cabin. he didn't want to wake anyone else up, so he was extra quiet as he pushed the door open, letting it close quietly behind him. he figured they should probably be locked, but no one seemed to lock their cabin doors, it just made it easier for people to go frolicking at midnight. not that he and ash would be frolicking. "ashley," his voice was soft and quiet, but more of a stage-whisper than anything else. he crept further into the cabin, navigating the beds and assorted crap on the floor with ease. was it even creepier that he knew exactly which bed was ash's?

he reached the bedside and knelt on the floor, grinning foolishly. "ashleeee, wake up" he shook the sleeping boy furiously, snickering to himself as he did so. paris yawned lightly and stood once more, he never did have much of an attention span and, apparently, ash slept like a dead man. he considered leaving the boy to his sleep, until he saw a toe sticking out the bottom of the quilt. he grinned wickedly, sitting one the edge of the bed and pulling the quilt up carefully, watching to make sure the movement didn't wake ashley. let the tickling commence, and boy did it. paris was personally, very very ticklish and he quite liked being tickled. as such he enjoyed tickling other people, and even though he had no idea if this would even pester ashley awake he was amusing himself by trying. it was any wonder his laughter hadn't woken anyone else up. "ash you have to wake up. you, me and jack are going to hang out in the rec room. c'monn." he spoke to ashley's feet mostly. a strange turn of events for the evening to say the least. the bottle sat on the floor near the top of the bed, the cap still in paris's pocket where he'd shoved it. absently he hoped he didn't smell like alcohol, he hardly wanted to give off that impression to the boy he was crushing on. the tickling stopped and paris sighed lightly, taking the bottle back and replacing the cap. how freakin' hard was it to wake someone?

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[ASHLEY MARLEY STARR]

enter my construction zone, make me moan, danger prone.
it doesn't feel right, so keep going down.
it doesn't feel right until you start to drown.

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Ash never went to bed on time, never. As a child, little Ashley would stay up way beyond his bed time, which was around nine at night, and he'd be up all night until around midnight, watching television or playing his guitar, and he could distinctly remember his mother telling him to turn his television off, or to put his guitar up. People who knew Ash were probably aware of the fact that he was a music junkie. Ever since he was little, he had a huge interest in music. Even now, he still loved to get his guitar out and sing, or write songs. During the years of abuse from his father, Music had sorta been his little escape. After he'd been roughed around by his daddy dearest, he'd pull out his ipod and listen to music, just laying in his bed. Ash never cried after it, his father told him not to. Due to staying up so late, he usually slept though half of the day, like he especially did on the weekends, and over summer breaks or any breaks. Which brought us to Ashley right now, laying on his bed in his cabin, staring straight at the ceiling with everyone's favorite Papillon, Digby, curled up in a ball next to him. He wasn't thinking about anything, he was just staring, trying to fall into his sleep. It was proving to be harder than he thought, because even though he was trying not to think about anything, he was. Ash was thinking about Paris, and getting drunk with him. Sure, Ash was a deffinate alcohol virgin, and if he ever actually took Paris up on his offer of drinking, he was worried about how he would act. He didn't want to act like a whore, because he wasn't. Anymore.

After Ash had been sent back to his mother, he was really, really sheltered and didn't see how love and sex were associated. To him, it was just something you did, like a highfive or a handshake, he did that alot. For about a year, Ash had been a giant whore. Slept with Ashley Starr? so did everyone else. There was the ocasional crush, the people he didn't want to sleep with, because he knew that if he did, he'd never talk to them again. But it was turning out to be different with Paris. Or so he hoped. Paris gave him such butterflies, and Ash swore he could point out every butterfly fluttering in his stomach that was usually full of food. How did they fit in there? Giggling softly to himself, he reached over and gave his dog one last stroke, before turning over onto his side and closing his eyes. Paris. Paris. Even though he was over his whore-ish ways, he wouldn't deny Paris if he asked to sleep with him. He could be the execption. Ash would call him again in the morning, he'd ask how he was doing. Assuming he left before he woke up. If he didn't, then ash would totally cook for him. These thoughts were starting to lull him into his sleep, and before he knew it, Ash was asleep just like most of the world, his dreams starting to play like movies in his head. He never had the same dream twice, every night it was a new experience. Now, he was sleeping like a dead man, like he always did, his body resting itself for the moring that was yet to come.

He didn't know what time it was, but the soft creeping sound of the creaking floorboards had pulled Ash remotely out of his sleep. Letting out a soft moan, he turned over in his sleep and cuddled up to Digby and his pillow, but mostly his pillow. "mmmmh,"

[/color] he muttered softly as he stretched out on his bed some more, falling back into his obvious deep sleep. It didn't even feel like two minutes had passed before he felt the furious shaking of his shoulder. " hhhhh,"[/color] he said, more like a sound than an actual word. "stoppppp"[/color], he finally managed an actual word, slipping in and out of consiousness. ashleeeyyy, wake up. he heard, nuzzling his pillow and swatting his hand at the voice that wasn't letting him get the sleep he needed. It was just about when he was going to fall back into his sleep for the last time when he recognized the voice. Paris! He started giggling when he felt his feet being tickled, and drozily he moved them away form the hands that were trying to wake him up, before he yawned and sat up, looking at Paris and rubbing his eyes, smiling softly. "Paris?...who's jack?"[/color] he asked, curiosity tinging his voice furiously. Rec room? Okay, he had no problem with that. Getting out of his bed, he stretched and pulled a shirt on over his pajama pants, not bothering to put on his shoes. He had no problem with walking bearfoot. But who was Jack? Oh, Ashley, you alcohol virgin. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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[PARIS DIGBY DEAN]

YOU HARDLY EVEN NOTICE WHEN I TRY
SHOW YA THIS SONG. IS MEANT TO KEEP YOU FROM DOING WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO

paris could have swooned right then and there when ashley let out a small moan. holy shit, that was not stuff he needed to be thinking. frowning lightly, paris looked away and stared at something that wasn't ashley, this ended up being digby, everyone's favourite papillion and the only other creature at this camp to have as cool a name as paris himself. then again, that might have something to do with their sharing the same name. paris reached over ash and stroked the sleeping dog, scratching behind his ear and smiling lightly. paris adored animals, back home his family had always had a pet - when he born they had had a dobermann called trixie lou, who was quite old by the time paris came into the world. she died when paris was four, after that they got another dobermann, another female and she had been in the family ever since, although she was getting too old to function these days, and had been sick so many times it seemed unfair to keep her alive. however paris was a firm believer than putting animals to sleep was cruel, especially since it was a crime for doing the same to a frail human, who were they to decide that it was an animal's time to die? okay. this was good. definitely a long way from thoughts of sexing up ashley, but perhaps not the most enjoyable train of thought. sometimes there really was no winning. reluctantly, paris looked back at ashley, moving back slightly at he sat up.

he was grinning now, unable to stop himself. ashley had that effect on him, he'd noticed. paris reached forward despite himself and ruffled ashley's hair lightly, mockingly. "you innocent baby, you," he jested, removing his hand from ash's hair. honestly he played with ash's hair too much, he was sure he'd seen others doing the same - proof that it was nothing short of amazing. "jack is a special friend of mine, you'll like him, don't worry, lovely." it was unfair to tease him like this, so paris made a show of holding the bottle up, making the amber coloured liquid splash about inside the bottle. paris moved back on his knees, giving ash enough room to stand up, he chose to just ignore the stream of dirty thoughts that entered this head while he was still crouched. digby proved to be another stellar distraction, he was enjoying pampering the little dog, leaning into the heat left by ash's body. there was obviously nothing better than a warm bed. "you ready, then?" paris smiled lightly, glancing up at ashley before struggling to his feet, rightfully looking down at ash now. he wouldn't admit it, but secretly paris loved being taller than people. paris slyly linked hands with ashley and pulled him to the door, he wasn't quiet now his goal of waking ash had been accomplished - he didn't give a crap about the other guys, always a gentleman that paris dean.

outside was cool, to be expected. with ashley in one hand and jack in the other paris was practically purring right now. he allowed him the small joy of keeping his hand in ashley's, hoping his face didn't betray the enjoyment he felt inside. his head argued heatedly with his heart, telling it to stop being so god damn mushy and man up! the simple fact of the matter was that paris loved romance, always had and always would. he liked to woo people, and liked to be woo'ed in turn. it was one of the more simple pleasures in life. of course that didn't mean he was going to start giving ashley flowers every five seconds, he wasn't even sure if pursuing ash was that great an idea. "so how is it that you're eighteen and have never been drunk?" paris asked conversationally. it was a short walk from the cabins to the rec room, long enough for him to want to speak though. paris had the annoying habit of never being able to shut up for long. some found it endearing, most thought he was a loudmouth. paris tended not to mind what people said about him, a la his chatterbox ways. he was what he was and he didn't see any point in getting defensive when people noticed it as well. plus he quite liked talking a lot, silence made him uncomfortable. they reached the rec room a few minutes later and it was up to paris to work his way into the room which, annoying, actually was locked. he never told people how he got in and he was careful to make sure ashley didn't see him, but a minute or two later he had the door open and was walking in, leaving it open for ashley.

"don't turn the overheads on, 'cause we'll get spotted," he spoke with the authoritative tone of someone who had done this before. "there are lamps here, and over there, that we can put on - if you need them." normally paris would have just left all the lights off but since he had company tonight he supposed it would be more polite to have a little light in the room. he switched one of the lamps on, putting the bottle on the table next to it. walking over to the television he flicked the wall plug on and searched for the remote. "i didn't bring glasses or anything, so you're going to have to drink from the bottle," paris continued searching as he said this, the grin on his lips was the only thing that suggested his amusement. "it'll make you seem more hardcore anyway" he finished, looking at ashley with triumph, the remote was in his hand. "let's get you drunk and watch trash tv." the television was turned on, jack was brought over and paris settled on the sofa, urging ashley to sit next to him.

status done outfit DON'T FUCK THE BURRITO words none rn. credits banner by mzmaddiestarz of caution 2.0. notes for ash & I HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT GOT THIS LONG O.O

[ASHLEY MARLEY STARR]

enter my construction zone, make me moan, danger prone.
it doesn't feel right, so keep going down.
it doesn't feel right until you start to drown.

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" i am not inn-"

[/color], Ash stopped himself short. He had gotten remarks like that before, claiming he was just so innocent. To an extent, Ash completely disagreed. He had been called innocent by several people, including his father, mother, and his twin brother, Gabriel. Speaking of his brother, Ashley missed him like fucking craaazy! He hadn't seen him in what felt like forever, when in reality it had only been a few short months. He wondered how he was doing, and made a mental note to call him later. During his times of abuse, whenever he visited his mother and brother, Gabe just held Ash while he sat their, playing with the edges of his shirt. He even let Ash call him Gabey Baby, while Gabe had made up the famous nickname of Ashums for him. He even called Ashley Ash Ketchum, Ashers, and pretty much any variation of the name Ash. Ash pretty much let everyone call him Ashums, but he was already very found of his newfound nickname, Sydney, from Paris. Ash had been feeling left out with not having a name after a city, until of course he googled cities named Ashley and found there was one in Indiana and one in North Dakota. He hadn't felt very left out anymore, but he was still going to let Paris call him Sydney. It gave him a sense of having a special place in Paris's heart, plus it added to the butterflies which seemed to have a constant stay when he was with his crush. No one else gave him butterflies anymore, since he didn't have a crush on anyone else. By far, Paris was Ashley's favorite person at the camp. No, this was not his crush speaking. Ash truely enjoyed his crush's personality........the fact the crush was there also probably helped just a little bit. Ash wasn't shallow or anything.

To say he was alittle surprised when he saw the bottle of alcohol was a huge, huge understatment. The last thing Ash had expected was the alcohol, especially at this late time of night. What time was it anyway? Looking around, he couldn't find the clock, so he just looked at Paris and nodded alittle hesitantly. "...oh, okay."[/color] He said, sounding alot more confident then he felt. Again, he didn't want to feel like a whore. Giving the impression that he was a sex maniac, addict or whatever was something Ash did not want to happen. If anything, it could be said that now..(sober) Ash was alittle afraid of sex, due to his reason of not seeing how love and sex related. Looking around again, he picked up his purple glamour kills hoodie and slipped it on, knowing that the nighttime in the summer often tended to be alittle cool. He also knew that in the summer time, it smelled like fireflies, which was something Ash did not enjoy one bit. He would prefer the smell of water after a rain fall, but that might just be because of his affinity for water. Even though he knew the other naiads had an affinity for water, because he was the leader of the nymphs, he felt like he had the strongest bond to water out of them all. " Yep, i'm ready."[/color] Ash said, smiling his charming smile over at Paris. Looking up, he always hated how people were taller than him. Standing at a petite 5'6, Ash felt like Paris was a million feet taller. But it's okay, it just made him all the more adorable.

As soon as he stepped outside, he was hit with the smell of fireflies. Scrunching his nose, he smiled softly to himself as he felt Paris's hand in his when both of them were walking to the rec room. Ash felt his heart start to beat alittle faster, and he was sure that he could hear it from outside of his body, even though he could hear it echo off of his rib cage. Which he was pretty sure that's where it was being thrown against due to it's suddenly heavy beats. Listening to Paris talk, he just shrugged alittle. " When my parents seperated, i stayed with my dad while Gabriel stayed with my mom. At my dad's house, i never had time to do anything, and when i went back to my mom, she wouldn't let me do anything at all, because she was scared i might end up hurting myself."[/color] Nodding slowly at his explanation, he looked up at Paris and shrugged against, smiling softly. Yep. His over protective mother was scared that her abused son would get drunk and without thinking hurt himself. But even though his past was shadowed with doubt and fear, Ash loved life, because he could never know what was in store for him.

The world around them was asleep as they both walked into the rec room. Since Ashley wasn't a dark elf, he couldn't really see that well in the dark, so as he tried to walk around and make himself familiar with his surroundings, he ended up stumbling and walking into some things, which each time he did he let out a displeased whimper. Finally, there was a small amount of light in the room, and Ash took a peek around. Apparently, he had stumbled over boxes which had yet to be put away. " That's fine, i don't mind drinking out of the bottle,"[/color] ash said, grinning over at Paris who had know taken residence on the couch and making a gesture for ash to join him. Walking over, he sat down, pulling his feet up onto the couch and cuddled up to his crush, before realizing what he was doing. He didn't care though, he liked cuddling. Reaching over, he took the bottle and put it to his lips, taking a small swig and handed it back to Paris, shuddering. " That tastes nasty,"[/color] he said, letting out yet another displeased whimper. Whatever happened tonight was either going to be blamed on the alcohol...or not. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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[PARIS DIGBY DEAN]

YOU HARDLY EVEN NOTICE WHEN I TRY
SHOW YA THIS SONG. IS MEANT TO KEEP YOU FROM DOING WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO

paris didn't fail to notice the look of hesitation that crossed ash's face. he raised his eyebrows in question, but decided it was better just to let it go. if push came to shove then the bottle would be put away and paris would just have to find some other way to corrupt little ashums. he grinned inwardly, shoving yet another wave of filthy thoughts out of his head. sometimes being a bit of a pervert was more trouble than it was worse. thankfully they didn't last very long because they were on their way to the rec room. paris listened to ash's explanation in silence, eyebrows raised once more, only this time it was in interest. he had only recently found out that ash had a brother, and a twin at that - he definitely wouldn't forget that little fact in a hurry, one boy who looked like ash was perfect enough, if paris had two to stare at all day long he might just go blind with effort. paris hid his smile, finding ash's phrasing curious. he decided not to press the matter, it was clear that whatever the reason was it wasn't something ash would be very forthcoming about. paris was lucky to come from a solid family home, in the sense that his parents were still very much together, that said elves did tend to mate for a long while - if not for life. he had a sibling too, who he was very close with, despite the age gap between them. ever since his sister had given birth she acted more motherly towards paris, but she had always taken care of him, she was just as protective over her daughter penny, as she was over paris. paris adored his niece, he was forever getting into trouble with his sister for buying her too much, and for letting her stay up past her bedtime when she stayed with him, of course now he was here he rarely got to see his favourite four year old. he wondered if asking his sister to bring penny for a visit would be too farfetched, he couldn't see why it would be a problem, and he was love to show her off to all his friends. he just knew if they got to see her cute little self calling paris uncle parry that they'd melt, god knows he did. it wasn't something he would ever say out loud, but the thought of being a father one day really did excite him. he just hoped he was half as good a father as his sister was a mother.

paris cast an amused eye over the stumbling ashley. honestly, some people were just ridiculous. he found it difficult to feel any pity for people without 'night vision' like his. he thought it as punishment for being sun worshippers, i just don't think anyone understands just how much paris dean disliked the sun. sure, it was tolerable to an extent but paris had ever had, and never would, a tan. he was as pale as any other night dweller and disapproved of anyone with a healthy colour of skin. he stifled a laugh when ash tripped over for the last time. shaking his head, paris surfed the tv channels, lifting his arm slightly let ash snuggle closer to him. his arm went down around his friend's shoulder, pulling him closer, it was safe to say that the closeness of their contact did not bother paris in the least. even if he wasn't crushing hard on ashley he wouldn't mind being this close. paris was the kind of elf who craved contact with people, if you saw him and boston together you'd think they were all over one another, in actual fact they just shared the same kind of need. paris tried not to watch when ashley took a drink from the bottle, he tried even harder not to grin at his comment "you'll get used to it eventually," he comforted, rubbing ash's shoulder sympathetically. paris took the bottle from him, swapping it for the remote control "here, you're in charge of the tv, i'll be the boss of booze," paris laughed at his own joke, never a very great idea but he was in good company who, he felt it safe to assume, would forgive him for dropping to such low levels of lameness. paris eyes were fixed on the tv once more, focusing on some stupid infomercial before ash switched over. he was used to watching crap tv, hell it was pretty much all he ever did - he considered speaking to the camp owners about leaving this room open for the dark elves, it seemed unfair that he had to break in just because he preferred the dark. plus he could get in trouble for that shit, the last thing paris wanted was to get kicked out. he'd miss the simple comforts of the place, and god knows he'd miss the hell out of the company. he was willing to put up with a little boredom for the sake of the friendships he'd made.

paris leaned his head on the back of the sofa and stifled a yawn, it wasn't that he was tired, or rather not because he wanted to sleep, it was more to do with only recently waking up, tiredness still clung to his eyes stubbornly, but he fought it off valiantly. he only righted his head to take a drink, trying to deal with it better than ashley had. he wanted to look a little cool, he'd admit it, he wanted to impress the younger of the two. paris had never been what you'd call an alcoholic, although there had a period in his life when he'd basically only ever went to clubs and bars at night, and yes, he'd gotten drunk almost every visit. you might say his move to the camp had something to do with that. these days he didn't drink as often as he used to, but that didn't change the fact he did have a slight problem with alcohol. he chose not to mention this to ashley, it wasn't a massive deal anyway, it wasn't like he was going to all raging alcie on his friend and steal the bottle for himself, it was just unwise for him to exceed four or five drinks. things tended to get a little wild from then on. "ready for another drink, syd?" paris asked affectionately, looking to see what programme ash had settled on. paris offered him the bottle, content with the way the evening was unfurling. though it sure would be nice to be taking ashley to dinner or something instead, paris decided cuddling on the sofa was as good as it was ever going to get, so he made a point of holding him closer, smiling happily to himself.


status done outfit DON'T FUCK THE BURRITO words one one four eight. idk how o.o credits banner by mzmaddiestarz of caution 2.0. notes for ash & THIS SUCKS

[ASHLEY MARLEY STARR]

enter my construction zone, make me moan, danger prone.
it doesn't feel right, so keep going down.
it doesn't feel right until you start to drown.

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Ash just merely shook his head. " i doubt i'll get used to it. It tastes..i dunno, so strange."

[/color] He said, looking at the bottle of alcohol which he had just handed back to Paris. Looking at the boy with his soft, chocolatey brown eyes, he let out a tiny sigh and nuzzled his neck. Now that he thought about it, Paris smelt like alcohol, but it was a very faint scent that Ash could hardly detect. Nymphs had a very acute sense of smell, since most times, half the species liked to spend their time outside. Because of being outside, which wasn't the case with Ash as he had an affinity for water and he spent alot of his free time in the water, the other nyphms, the dryads, had to be careful with who the associated with. Ash could easily smell which species was which, because they all had their own certain scent, per say. Paris was by far Ash's favorite, due to favorisim of the crush, but hey, he smelt so nice anyway, of course, besides the tinged alcohol smell. His skin was warm, and Ash decided to get more comfortable. Wrapping his arms around Paris, he gave his neck one last nuzzle before closing his eyes, enjoying this alot more than he should. Right then and there, he decided something. He wanted Paris. Now. But then there was the fact he'd give off the feeling of being a whore, which would be a huge blow to his self-esteem and his self respect, both of which weren't very high, nor had they ever been. Years of abuse and being made fun of did that to a person, but Ash doubted that Paris had that problem. That was one thing ash loved about his crush, he was so confident it turned Ash on to a degree. Dirty, Dirty thoughts. Bad Ashley! He would have to give himself a little talk later, it wasn't right to fuck your best friend. Then again, this best friend was also a crush, that changed things, right? Ash started sliding his hand down, the movement very subtle and hard to notice, before he looked up at Paris, who had taken control of the booze and given ash charge of the remote.

damnit.

Well fuck, there went his chance of possibly trying to seduce Paris..of course, alittle something happened and Ash got drunk. He still cared, he didn't want to be a whore. He wasn't a whore. Ashley Marley Starr was no whore. Sighing, he calmed himself down and pushed dirty thoughts far from his mind. " Okay," he said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal and he took the remote. Well, this was better than nothing, right? Besides, that the two were watching sucked majorly. Some stupid infomercial, and now that Ash was in control of the remote, he decided to change it to something he wanted to watch. Ash hated channel surfers, and pretty much wanted to slap them and say omg fucking pick a channel already, or i will. and it will probably be spongebob, or america's next top model. yeah. So it was obvious Ash always knew what he wanted to watch. But this time..he wasn't sure. Of course he wanted to impress Paris with what he watched, but then again, he didn't want to end up watching something he didn't like. So, mindlessly flipping through the channels, he leaned up against his friend until of course, he continued to flip and it landed on spongebob. Spongebob was the shit. Surpressing a squeal, he hesitantly stared at it for a few minutes before changing the channel and settling on VH1, which was currently doing a rerun of the music videos. Not that bad.

Ash just nodded without a word when Paris asked if he was ready for more alcohol, which of course he wasn't. He hated the way it tasted, but maybe if he just got a tad bit buzzed, he..might not remember it in the morning? Yeah, maybe..Taking the bottle, ash put it to his lips and took a drink, but didn't stop. By the time he finished, he had chuged quite a bit of it, blushing alittle as he handed it back to Paris. "nothing...good is on t.v"[/color], he said, laying his head back down on Paris's shoulder. Since he was so virginial with Alcohol, he could feel the jack starting to work it's magic already, though it was just alittle electic feeling that was pulsed through his veins just once. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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