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Daniel stepped out of his car and slammed the door shut, heading over to the tall grass and wheat near the fence. He kicked at some of the dead grass and looked up at the sky, squinting into the bright sun. He needed to be away from the pressure of the town for awhile, and what better way to do it than to go to this stupid plain? Daniel couldn't get his thoughts off of Josie and what had been said between them. He didn't even understand why he actually cared. He had never cared about anyone in the past, so why bother starting now? It was too bad that he didn't have any alcohol with him. Being drunk would be preferred over being in the state he was in now. Daniel finally looked away from the sun and sat down in the tall grass. What he really needed was someone to talk to. Not someone to express his feelings to, no, but someone to distract him for awhile. But he was a damn fool for even thinking that someone would be able to get him out of this stupor.

Ever runs along the plain, her aunt had been driving her mental. It's Ever's own fault for being arrested last night, but hell, she only nicked that motor bike for a couple of hours, she gave it back. Some people are just so touchy about their stuff. Ever is glad she didn't bring a jacket, her denim hole filled shorts and black vest top are enough, plus, she likes the cold. Ever see's him then, a boy she remembers, she can't quite rememeber where from at first. But then she does. The boy from the dock. The arsehole with the handsome face. With the attitude that Ever is drawn to like moth to a flame, or a alcoholic with a self destructive nature. Speaking of, Ever's glad she stole tht vodka from that shop yesterday, now she can use it to forget. To let go. Ever walks over to him and sits down. She takes out of the bottle, unscrews it and takes a long drink. Without looking at him she hands the bottle out to him. Her crystal blue eyes stare out at the plain when she says, "Come on, you know you want to...blondie". A smirk plays about her lips.

Daniel didn't hear Ever so he was a bit suprised when she plopped down in the grass beside him. He glanced over at her curiously, trying to determine her mood. She always looked so careless and wild so it was hard to tell what her blue eyes were hiding from him. Daniel watched as she took out the bottle. He didn't even want to think about how she could have gotten her hands on it. When Daniel took alcohol, he would always just steal it from his parents. They never noticed, anyways, because they were too busy with work. Daniel took the bottle from Ever and took a long swig. "Thanks. I needed that." He held onto it for a minute longer before offering it back to her. The vodka was already starting to affect his mind, calming his nerves a bit and making him focus on the present. "So what brings you out here? Boy trouble?" He smiled and nudged her with his elbow. As if Ever would have boy trouble. She was far too free-spirited to ever be tied down to any one person.

Ever looks over at him after a long pause and arches a dark eyebrow, she smoothes over the tattoo's on her arm for a moment. Her eyes promise trouble in every sense of the word. Ever smirks lightly at his words and takes the bottle back, she takes another long swig, it takes a lot to get Ever out of it. But she can feel herself becoming looser, forgetting her problems like they don't exist in this world. Ever meets his eyes boldly, unflinching and says sarcastically, "Yeah, i'm hung up on my childhood sweat heart...he just doesn't love me and thats why i have emotional issues" she makes a sound in the back of her throat and winks at him. Ever's mind is way too fucked to even attempt a real relationship, she always ends up hurting someone. She takes a shuddering breath and says absently, "I don't do relationships anymore, someone always gets hurt, and it's not me. The worst part is....i don't give a shit" she shrugs and takes another drink, holding it out to him again.

"You know, that would explain a lot," Daniel said, a grin spreading across his face. He couldn't even imagine Ever being emotionally broken over some guy. In fact, it would probably be the other way around. He took the bottle from her, trying to read the label for a minute before giving up. He, even from the small amount of alcohol, was already intoxicated. Too intoxicated to read, at this point. "I'll drink to that," Daniel said, holding the bottle out as if he was toasting, then he tipped it up to his mouth. After finishing his drink he said, "My relationships end horribly for the other person. I usually don't care." He gave her the bottle again, laying down in the grass. Daniel looked up at the sky as the sun drifted behind a cloud and darkened the plain. "But I really fucked up last time," he muttered bitterly.

Ever heard what he muttered and instantly had a theory. Ever takes the bottle and downs two large gulps, her head is beginning to get fuzzy. Ever thinks for a moment. She lays down next to him and says casually, "Not looking forward to being a daddy then." it's a statement, not a question. Ever has no doubt that this boy is trouble for girls who allow him in. Ever has never let anyone in that deep, not because she felt she couldn't, but because she never felt the need to. Ever looks over at him, her clear as blue glass eyes meet his as she says, "We all fuck up, it's just people like you and me have made fucking up a way of life rather than just a occasional event like most emotionally adjusted people. I nicked a motor bike last night, it was just there, and so was i, it made sense. I wanted to, so i did. Thats us isn't it, one fuck up after another and all becuase we do what we want", she smirks slowly, no regrets.

Daniel just stared at her, slightly suprised that she figured it out so quickly. But the shock faded back into his normal attitude. "You could say that. I'm not exactly father material, in case you haven't noticed." He looked over at her through the tall grass, smiling at what she said. It was hard to believe that a girl with an attitude so similar to his could actually cheer him up. "A motor bike? Nice..." He could picture her doing something like that, riding the damn bike down the street. "I should just stop worrying about it. There's no point. It's not like I'm going to let my family find out about it, so I guess that everything will turn out fine." Everything would turn out fine for him but not for Josie. But did he really even care? "I'm sorry for boring you with my many problems. Anything interesting you want to talk about? Your motor bike escapade, maybe?"

Ever lets a full on sexy smirk take over, she knows exactly what he's doing. But if he doesn't want to talk about it then Ever won't push, it's not like it's her child. Ever knows she should feel like a bitch but it's hard to when you make no excuses for yourself and care so little for shame and embarrassment. Ever reaches over and takes his hand in hers, she studies it for a moment and puts their hands flat against each other in the air. His hand is much bigger than hers. She looks back over at him, her blue eyes shining, "If it helps, i agree, you would be a fucking awful dad, she's better off without it" she says simply, because it's true, "I hotwired the bike, i only took it out for a few hours at around three o clock in the morning, i was going to give it back, they completely over reacted. Then my aunt called me chaos with a pretty face. I like that, i think i'll keep it. How about you rich boy?, tell me of your small town woes", she arches an eyebrow at him.

Daniel looks at Ever's hand, noticing how incredibly tiny it was when compared to his. He glanced up and met Ever's eyes, feeling suddenly captivated by them. No one he met before had icy blue eyes like hers and it was hard to tear his eyes away from them. Eventually, though, Daniel snapped out of it and rolled his eyes when she told him that he would make a horrible dad. "I don't know if I should feel offended or relieved." He was in no way offended, though. He too knew that he wouldn't make a very good father figure. So once again, Daniel admired Ever's brutal honesty. "Chaos with a pretty face? I'd say that your face is more beautiful than anything else," Daniel said, his normal flirtatious self coming back. "My woes.... Well, for starters, I'm more of a stealer. Not a borrower. I used to steal anything I could get my hands on just for the thrill of it. Then the goddamn police got involved and sent me off to a correctional facility when I was sixteen. I wouldn't say that it had much of an impact on me, though." He smiled and pointed to the bottle beside Ever. "Is there anything left in there?"

Ever picks up the bottle, takes one last swig and then hands the rest over to him. She can feel herself becoming more loose, even more wild and daring than she usually would be, and thats REALLY saying something. Ever intertwines her fingers with his and squeezes absently, not really thinking about it. But then again Ever rarely thinks anything through too much, or she wouldn't do it, and that would be one boring life. Ever brings his hand to her lips and lets them trail over his knuckles, even her teeth coming out to play, grazing them. SHe looks at him then, his ocean blue eyes meeting her sky blue ones. Ever says, "Naughty rich boy. Bet your one liners have gotten girls all over this bloody place excited in their panties." she laughs, the sound is a burst of life in the abandoned plain. "I do a lot of things i shouldn't do, and i don't want to live my life any other way. Some people are just born to be bad" she whispers.

Daniel finished up the bottle and tossed it somewhere off to the side, not concerned in the slightest where it landed. He heard the glass shatter, ruining the silence, but he didn't bother looking up. All of his inhibitions were long gone, instead replaced with careless feeling that he always got when he was drunk. He always preferred getting drunk over doing anything else. Except talking to Ever, but they were both drunk so it made this whole experience twice as enjoyable. Daniel watched her brush her lips against his hand, loving this a bit more than he probably should. He was growing fond of Ever, which wasn't a good thing for a guy like him to do. Of course, he would never tell Ever that. They were destined for disaster, after all. Daniel chuckled at her words, an amused expression on his face. "You just don't hold back, do you?" He ran a hand through her long red hair, studying it closely. Well, not very closely because he couldn't get his eyes to focus. He turned his attention back to Ever's face. "I like you this way. Your personality isn't something I'm used to. Being bad suits you."

Ever laughs again, it sounds like music in quietness of the plain. She moves closer to him,knowing full well this ca all only end horribly, but Ever has never done anything because she thought it would end WELL. Ever still has a firm grip on his hand, she likes the feel of his skin against hers. They're both drunk, so she feels entitled to explore him further. Ever reaches out and her soft hand touches his face, she pushes his hair back a bit, she thought he might not like it but Ever was far past caring about that. Ever shivers, half from the cold and half from the way he's touching her hair. The moment is strange in it's drunken intensity. "I don't think i could behave even if i wanted to. I don't want to. I'm attracted to trouble, it's a natural instinct. I like that you don't care" she admits truthfully, the alcohol coming through a bit. Her hand caresses his face gently without Ever even really realising it, she bites her lips out of habit.

Normally Daniel hated when people touched his hair, but he decided to make an exception for Ever. Just this one time, that was it, and only because she didn't yet know how annoyed he usually got. But he didn't find himself pissed off with what she was doing. He actually liked it. Daniel pulled her body up against his when he saw her shiver and wrapped his arm around her waist. She didn't typically seem to be worried about the cold because she had been swimming in the freezing river before, for God's sake, but he did the gesture anyways. "If you're attracted to trouble then there's a small chance that you're also attracted to me," Daniel pointed out, trying to contain his smile. He felt her soft hand on his cheek again and felt obliged to ask the next question. "You wouldn't kill me if I kissed you right now, would you?" he asked innocently, still trying to keep a straight face. The last thing he wanted was her to think that she would just be another girl he kicked to the side when he was finished with her. Although there was a huge chance that she was already thinking that because of his player status. But what the hell, she wouldn't care either way.

Ever ignores the little voice inside her head, she believes it's called sanity, that is telling her to stop. Ever wraps her body around his, not so much for the warmth, just because she wants to. She knows exactly what kind of boy he is, but then again what kind of girl is she? Not a good one, no. Ever isn't surprised by his question and moves to look up at him, their gazes meeting, she tangles ther legs together. She wants this, to feel him all around her, somehow she knows he will help her forget better than any cheap thrill or amount of alcohol. Ever smiles slowly, her eyes full of heat, "No, I might kill you if you don't naughty rich boy" she whispers huskily.Ever traces his lips with her fingers lightly and nips at his jaw, her teeth biting down on his skin. Her gaze is unsteady but she is still looking him dead in the eyes, she refuses to pull away, their bodies are so close now. Ever has no idea how they got that way but she isn't questioning it.

((Sorry, I was having writer's block :/))

Daniel's fingers lightly traced over the tattoos on Ever's arm. He wondered what prompted her to get tattoos like this, but he didn't bother asking right now. It would probably ruin the mood and he didn't want to risk anything. He himself didn't have any tattoos, mostly because he thought that his personality was enough to make him seem like a badass, he didn't need tattoos to do it for him. "Tough decision." Daniel pretended to debate it for a second.... Death or a kiss? He wouldn't mind dying at the hands of Ever, but a kiss would be good enough for now. Their bodies were intertwined together by this point, so there was no pulling away even if he wanted to. Daniel liked that Ever wasn't afraid to do as she pleased when it came to physical contact, unlike all the other girls he had been with. He tilted her chin up and, because she was still quite a bit shorter than her, he had to lean down in order for their lips to connect.

(No problem, happens to me too x)

Ever's breath hitches and she doesn't hesitate even for a moment. She pushes upwards to kiss him back, her breath hot. Ever cups his face in her hand and pulls him over her so her body is pressed up against his. Ever kisses him hard and slides her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue dances over his and explores his mouthb thouroughly. She hooks a leg over his side and holds him hard, her movements rough. Ever has never been good at gentle. Ever doesn't care that this is so very wrong and soon even for her. She wants this, in this moment. After doesn't matter, it doesn't even exist. Ever hopes to hell he doesn't stop.

((I feel as if we should skip soon.... Don't want the young ones to read this (: ))

Daniel kissed her back, letting his tongue meet hers. He put his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, if that's even possible. Ever seemed extremely.... eager for this to happen. Daniel didn't mind, of course. He was used to his relationships moving fast, he usually liked them better that way. Short was much better than being dragged out, seeming to last forever. But Ever didn't act like the type of girl to just let him use her like he had with the many others before her. So when his hands moved down to the buttons on her shorts, he half expected her to stop him. They were both drunk, though, so there was a good chance that she wouldn't.

(yeah I know ever since the goodreads rule I've been having to do all the more r rated stuff by inbox x)

Ever let's him undo her shorts and moves her body in a way that will make it easier for him to remove them. Ever wastes no time, she's not in the mood for slow. She slides her hands over his chest and undoes his jeans. Ever bites along his jaw and then kisses his neck hotly. Ever needs this right now, to get it out of her system as fast as possible. Ever is glad he'll feel the same way. Ever pushes up against him wanting him to take control and not hesitate.

((The rule is stupid.... Most people have been exposed to worse so I see no point. Shall we skip or inbox? I don't mind either way.))

Daniel slipped Ever's shorts off of her waist, a little shocked that she was actually going through with this. If she wasn't drunk right now there was no way in hell that she would let him do this. But then again, Ever was a troublemaker so it might have happened eventually. Daniel tossed her shorts off to the side, smiling as she continued to kiss him. The smile didn't last long, however, and he continued to work the clothes off of her. He unbuttoned her shirt, going slow enough so his fingers didn't fumble with them. Even after undressing God knows how many girls, Daniel always had a tough time with buttons.

(I thought the same, my whole group was deleted because of it...mehhhh, so annoying. We can do inbox x)

Ever shivers again and this time the pleasure is real. Or at least she's pretty sure it is, Ever rarely feels this kind of pleasure. Sex has always meant nothing to her, or at least it had never meant what it meant to other girls. Ever simply wanted this boy, and right now she coudn't give a shit if that made her more than just chaos with a pretty face. Ever's blue glass eyes stare up at him, trying to focus, but eventually she just allows herself to feel and shrugs off her t-shirt. Ever pulls on the hem of his t-shirt and teares it off over his head. Ever lets her hands explore his chest and draws patterns slowly over it, her lips smash back over his, she doesn't hold back. A little moan escapes her and she moves one hand to caress his face, the gentle movement contrasting greatly with the rest of her actions.