Joesph Adams && Amanda Summit

[faith4]

Joesph Adams && Amanda Summit
..and even if your alone, i don't want to be..

He'd walked from his hotel room. Not planning on driving around anywhere tonight. He'd wanted the fresh air and had pretty much figured he needed it at this point. But he'd had nowhere in particuliar in mind. No destination. No plans. Nothing to really do. Well, he could study. But that was out, because, after all, it was spring break. He could go to some club and get pissdrunk and do something he would regret. . Maybe run some drills or go workout. Nah.. not what he wanted to do tonight. So he'd set off on foot, planning to just see the sites and get some mild exercise in the process. The idea surely never hurt. But. As he stepped out of the building, he noticed something. The silloete of a female. A female he knew. A female that he was madely in love with. His heart picked up pace as he saw her. God, he loved the way this girl made him feel. And her name?

Amanda Summit. That girl certainly was something else. They knew each other very well by now, seeing as they were together, so he was able to reconize her face, her body structure, her hair, everything about her. Joey ran up to her. And surprised her, by wrapping his arms around he. "I was looking for you" Lie. But, never the less, he was overjoyed to see her. Yes. That was actually the first lie he had ever told her. But. It was an innocent one. And she would never find out. He wouldnt tell her. ANd plus, it was a white lie, innocent. God. He reacted to much. People lied like that all the time. ANd plus, that lie would make her feel good, it would make anyone feel good. And another thing is, he really couldnt have been lying if he had been thinking of her. And he was indeed thinking of her. SO, it wasnt to much of a lie. Dammit. No. It was a lie. He couldnt do that to her. "I mean, I was thinking of you like crazy. But I am way excited to see you" GOod. Not a lie. He was proud of himself. THis girl did way to much ood for him. Because of her, now, he had givin up lying. "You are way to good for me" he said, as he let go of her and crept to her side, snatching her hand as he did.

Jeans covered his sneakers which tread across the shadowed sidewalk of the evening. Finding the lights of the club momentarily overwhelming, he paused before opening the door wide to head on in. Before stepping in, he let Amanda walk in. But. TO do so, he had to let go of her hand. That actaulyl made him frown. He'd only been here a time or two, mainly with his athletic buddies, and it was always on the first day they had come to Vegas. So yes, he had been here before. With his old school. But now he was with Amanda, and that would make his time a lot better. He would actually be able to have some fun, with people other than his old buddies. And, the gret thing about it, was that it assured that his time in Vegas was going to be spectacular.

"Any alcohal? Or, are you the type who likes to stay sober all the time?" Joey asked. He was praying that she would want a drink. If she didnt drink, then, that would mean he had found her one and only imperfection. He liked to believe that she had none. SO it would pretty much ruin his time if she wasnt a drinker. But. That would never be able to change his feelings about her. It woulf take a lot more to do that.

[Ew... Sucky to the max! xD]

[amanda]

Amanda& Joey
An Adventure of a Lifetime

Even if there would be an army against me,
My heart would not fear.
Strength Of My Life, whom shall I dread?

Amanda wasn't much of a planner, but she had big plans for Vegas. She wanted to go everywhere and visit everything possible, and she wanted to do it all with Joey. Although they did spend much time together during the normal week and weekday, this would be the first time that they would be together for an extensive amount of time. Amanda had no doubts though that everything would be perfect between them. He was the perfect guy, she was the perfect girl, and together they were the perfect couple; that was how everything worked out in her mind. The only thing that might hinder their amazing relationship was Ashley, but Amanda tried to pretend like everything was okay in that area.

They hadn't necesarily made plans to hang out just yet, but Amanda had stopped by his room anyways just to be told that he had left out to go for a walk, or something of the sort. A short denim skirt adorned her waist and a fitting brown tank top clung to her torso as she exited the hotel room to walk around the area and find him. Yes, she was starting to become very clingy and possesive of the boy, but she just had to see him at the moment. It was almost becoming a sickness, her dedication to him. Whether he was there or not, she always thoght about him, related everything around her to him, and had absolutely no interest in anybody else. Okay, the last part was a lie, she was still attracted to other guys,

Just as she exited the builing, she saw him and a huge smile spread across her face as he ran up to her giving her a hug. God did she love it when he embraced her, their bodies pressed together. "I was thinking about you too babe" she kissed him softly on the lips and then allowed him to take her hand and walk into the casino.

"Any alcohal? Or, are you the type who likes to stay sober all the time?"

Amanda giggled at the question. The Summitt children were well known alcoholics at the school, and were never known to stay sober in the presence of alcohol. Ever. "No no no no no" she said jokingly while lacing her fingers with his and dragging him over towards the bar. "Alcohol is number one on my priorities list right now, actually, it's number two. Youre number one" she raised her self on her tip-toes and gave him another kiss, this time on the cheek.

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[faith4]

[Since I have had no Joey muse lately, therefore havent replied in a while. Im going to skip it ahead a litte, where they are both pretty drunk. This, shall be funny.]

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My Words Start Slurring
My Sight Starts Blurring
But I Still Know
You My One & Only
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Joey swung his legs, back and forth. He was admiring the swift motion that his feet were making. To most, this childish gesture would be a boring thing to watch, but, most people wernt drunk. Joey pictured what it would be like, if he was sitting on top of his sneaker, as it flung back and forth, and thats what made it exciting to him. He wasnt easy enough to amuse that just his feet would make him giddy, he had to picture something. And, with his wild imagination, it was a wonder he was never bored. But, just as he began to picture himself falling off his shoe, his foot hit the bar stool. Joey let out a tiny sigh of pain. Now, he wasnt a wimp. And it may sound like it, but, you try hitting your foot on a metal stool, at about 25 miles per hour. Trust me. It hurts like hell. But, Joey didnt want to show that he was in pain in front of Amanda, so he forced out a small laugh, and being the suburb actor that he was, it sounded real. Not. It sounded completely fake. He knew that most likely, Amanda would be to drunk to notice though.

"Amaaaandaaaa," Joey whispered, accidentally slurring his words a tiny bit. He wasnt drunk enough to miss letters in words, but he was drunk enough to forget just about everything, and was drunk enough to carelessly extend words to an un-orthadox length. "I- I- I think," Joey continued. But took a breath to steady his words, he was used to alcohal, and was used to faking being sober in front of elders, and the police. Yes. He had had run in with police officers who thought he was drunk, but, always got away with it, thank god. "I think, thaaat we shoould end ouuur getting druunk-ness" He finished. Yes. He was drunk enough to have screwed up grammer.

Joey got up, and handded the bartender a whole roll of cash, which included about 87 dollars. This alone prved, that Joey had to stop srinking, he wasnt even able to fully comrehend money. Joey held onto the bar for a few seconds, to sturdy himself, he couldnt be falling around in front of Amanda. Thats would be embarassing. Or atleast, he thought it would. But, being Joey, he had to help Amanda up, even if that meant putting pressure on his pained heel. Joey held onto her held, delicatly, and held her to her feet. "Before you, I mean, I, I mean, th- Uh...we, go. Do yoou think I should plaaay some poker or blaaack jake and make us some niice moneys?" Joey asked with a laugh. He, himself, didnt find it a good idea. But, if Amanda wanted to, then, he of course, would have to.

Joey stared at her questioningly. "I think, you make me really happy" he finally said. "I heart Amanda" Joey nearly shouted. Yes, when he was drunk, he was obnoxious. Litte did he know though, he would have to think a lot more carefully later. It could mean his life, and it could mean Amandas life. And Joey would do anything to keep them both alive. He would chow down of grass and tree-bark for hours to bring the alcohal down, so he could save them.

[So sucky. I know. Im so, so , so, so, so, so, so, Sorry]

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[amanda]

Now As The drinks start pouring,
And my speech start slurring,
Everybody start looking real good.

The taste of alcohol was one very familiar to Amanda Summitt. I fact, both of the Summitt children where known for their extreme drinking habits, and their wild nights out, getting so smashed that little was remembered of the whole night. The habit of course was harmful to their bodies, and often time their relationships with others, but they continued on. Amanda just loved alcohol. The taste, the burn, the effect..the great sex. Most likely she performed better when sober, but Amanda loved everything when she was drunk, especially kissing. This applied even more so when kissing Joey, he current, and hopefully lifelong object of affection. For the first time in a while she was able to completely forget about her hatred of Ashley, and her fight with her brother and Nikki, and pay all of her attention on him. Well, maybe not all of her attention, she was extremely drunk, but all that she was able to.

"Neevveerrr" she enlongated her words becuase that's how they sounded the best, obviously. "I wanna be drunk foreverr and ever and ever and ever" she giggled getting up from her seat and stubbling over to him. Slinging her arms around his neck, she kissed him on the cheeck. She kissed him on the cheeck not becuase she was trying to be sweet, but becuase she had actually missed his lips. "Jooooeeyyy" she whined as she watched him hand the bartender a handful of cash, "I want somee moo-lahh" she grabbed back a few dollars and stuffed then in the pockets of her skirt. Kissing him again on the cheeck, she studied his face. God, he was gorgeous."I heart you toooooo" she giggled uncontrollably at the length of her 'too' and then gave a shocked look as if she had made a mistake. "No no no. "I love you. I love you. I love you" the girl continued repeating the phrase placing the emphasis on a different word each time while she played with his hair. It might have been odd, but really, what can you say? She loved him, and not even surplus amounts of alcohol could make her forget that.

"Black jack?" she laced fingers with him and tilted her head as she tried to remember the game. Ummmm, nothing coming to mind. "you black jack play and I'll watch you and I"ll wait and then we can go back to the hotteelll because I love you" she kissed him again giving mean looks to all of the other girls around. He was hers, drunk or sober, and there was no chance of it being otherwise.

"Common looovvaaa" she laced fingers with him and started to lead him towards the Black Jack table. Unfortunetly for them, she had no idea where it was. And even if she did know where it was, she was way to drunk to be able to find it, nevertheless lead somebody to it. Stumbling over eachother, the two made their way through the hotel causing quite a scene and attracting glares from some old people around them. But Amanda didn't give a shit about what others thought about her at the moment. A) She was drunk and fairly oblivious of her own actions, B) It was just part of her personality, and C) She was with Joey, and nothing could stop her from being happy.

Stopping randomly in the middle of the casino, she looked up at him, "Where are we?" a goofy smile on her face.

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[faith4]

Lost in you
And I can’t find myself again
Lost in you
And I can’t find myself again

Joey laughed at her comment about wanting to always be drunk. He too, wanted the same. "Your right" He nodded. But, because Amanda and he were drunk, he knew that continuing would be a good choice, other wise, she would have no clue what he was talking about. "We shooooould be drunk for eveeeer" he said. Then fell into her, but hid his clumbsey-ness and turned the fall into a hug. "I think. Weee need stoonger stuff" he added. "I want the drunk-nesssss to last looooonger" he finished. And that was the truth. The longer this feeling lasted, the longer he got to feel great. Even through the alcohal, he knew, that the after shock of being drunk, a.k.a, the hangover, was horrible. It almost always ended with the taste of puke left in your mouth, and that horrible, dizzy, headach. And that, was no fun what so ever. But there was no way that something like a bad hangover would ever prevent him from drinking.

"Reaaally?" Joey asked, referring to the comment about wanting money. Joey digged into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He clumbsely opened it, and once he looked inside, at the money it held, he shrugged and closed it. And with that, he took one finger and poked her in the side, only because he missed the linning of her pants. He tried again, this time, succeding. Once he gout a hole of then, and brouth his two fingers down a little bit further down, to reach the hem of her pantie line. Once succeding in that, he placced the wallet to fit snug right there. He had seen men give strippers money often by placing it in their undergarmets, and right now, he didnt know the difference in giving money to a normal person, or a stripper.

"You love me?" Joey asked surprised. "I thooought you- oh. Nevermiiiind" Joey laughed. For a quick second, he forgot who Amanda was, but, alcohal was strong enough to make him forget his affection for her. "I thought you didnt know me!" Joey chuckled. Amanda would have no clue about what he was talking about, and Joey perfered it that way. "I lufff you too!" Joey whispered. Then leaned in a kissed her on the lips. He pulled Amanda closer to him, and placed his arms right above her rear end. "I think yoooou know that thoooough" Joey said with a laugh, as he took his mouth off hers.

"In hotel, what are we doing to do?" Joey asked, not relizing his words were out of order. And he didnt take the time to fix them. It didnt matter. Because, the fact that he didnt know what the two would do in the hotel, was a lot more stupid, then not fitting words in order. Joey noticed girls looking at the two, and smiled. "Maaaandy" He whinned. "Dooont be mean to the purrrtty girls, they just want to be with you like friends" he said. And them smiled at Amanda. He was un-aware that, that was not what was going on. The girls wanted him. And Amanda hated them for that, and if he was sober, he wouldnt blame her for giving them dirty looks.

Joey followed Amanda around. And then, out of the blue they were lost. "Uh...." Joey said, looking around. "Maybe jack-black is behind that door," Joey said, pointing to the exit. He really meant, Black Jake, but it really didnt matter. Joey lead Amanda to the door, and kicked it open. His didnt want to touch to door handle, afraid of what has been on it. As the two stepped outside, he felt the wind against his bare arms. "Awww. It's darrrkk in this room" Joey whinned. He then relised that they were outside. "OP!" He cried. "Were outside, Mandy" Joey said, shocked. "What are we going to do now?"

[amanda]

Can't you feel me walkin over your soul
Can't you feel me wait in pain
Can't you feel me reach into you

She giggled slightly at his proposition to get stronger stuff. She agreed with him, but luckily both of them were too drunk to be able to order anymore alcohol, otherwise she most definitely would have passed out. Even though her personality was big and very out-there, her body wasn't. She was actually a fairly small girl, and with that came a fairly low tolerance of alcohol. By going out and drinking all of the time she had been able to increase her tolerance of alcohol slightly, but she still wasn't able to handle more than three or four beers without passing out. Lucky for her, while at the bar she had managed two shots of vodka and 2 beers. It was a wonder that she could speak, nevertheless walk and get a round. The more time they spent walking around the casino, the more the alcohol affected her. Not before long she wouldn't even be able to see strait, but thank god we weren't at that point yet. "I wantt it too last longeer" she winced as she thought of the word she was looking for, "uhh too".

God did Amanda have a short attention span when she was drunk. One minute she would be focusing on Joey, and the next minute she would be giggling about some lady's funny hair. Then, the next minute she would be focused on getting Joey in bed because when Amanda was drunk, her sex drive was amazing. That was why just about 5 out of 6 six hookups occured when she was drunk. And, that was why she was so turned on when Joey reached two fingers into her pants and grazed the top of her panty line. It didnt matter too much if he was only doing it becuase he was immitating a guy giving money to a stripper, and it didn't even matter that he stuck his whole wallet in a place where only a few dollars could have fit comfortably. In addition to that, he then pulled her closer, placing his hands on her very lower back above her behind, and kissed her on the lips. The kiss almost took her breath away. Not only figurtively becuase she loved it when he kissed her, but literally because she forgot the concept of breathing while kissing.

"At the hotel?" Momentarily even Amanda herself forgot what the two would be doing in the hotel, but her body still being held up against Joey's helped her to remember. She got up on her tippy toes and whispered into his ear, "just wait and see" as seductively as possible so he could get the point, but she couldn't help but break out giggling afterwards. Staying serious was obviously another huge problem she had when she was drunk. Being the sexual person that she was, she could barely believe that the two hadn't slept together yet. Luke questioned her on it many times, and although she answered 'no' truthfuly many times, he didn't believe her. He just assumed that they screwed eachother mostlikely on the first night that they hung out together a) because that's what he would have done, and b) that's how Amanda always used to act around guys. Nobody, especially Luke and Ashley, understood how deep their relationship really was. Luke knew that she "loved" him, but he didn't think that she knew the emotional ties that came with that word, and therefore many times dismissed their relationship.

Amanda seemed to space out momentarily, and the next thing she knew, the two were in some really dark room with wind...aka. outside. "Ummm" she spun around as she thought of fun things to do while outside. Of course, nothing came to mind, and she ended up getting pretty dizy. "Lets just hotel" she leaned her head on his chest wrapping her arms around him. "I think it's this way" she pointed randomly down a long dark path of which not only didn't lead to the hotel, but it lead away from it. "Commonn Joeyy" she laced her fingers with his and started leading him down the road not truly knowing what the two would encounter.

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[faith4]

The officer who stopped me said
"Lucky you didn't wind up dead!"
And he guessed that I was over and above
I hoped he'd only caution me,
And I made a plea for clemency
On the grounds that I was only drunk on love
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"Im comming on, Mannnnndy" Joey whinned, as he followed her, not even paying attention on where they were going, not that it would make a difference, because, even if he was paying attention, he would get himself more confused then he was now, which is why, Joey never really tried to think when he was drunk. It usually made him look like a real idiot, and he didnt want to seem like an idiot to Amanda, though, she probably wouldnt be able to tell, seeing ass she herself was drunk, but, most likely worse than Joey, seeing as she was much smaller then him, and wouldnt be able to handel alcohal as well. If Joey was sober, he would really feel bad for Amanda. But, he wasnt sober, so, he didnt pity her.

As Joey began to notice cars, whizzing by them, he knew they were going the wrong way, but, was to lazy to say anything. In his mind, he figured that this road would lead them somewhere, somewhere that would be able to either give them some shelter, or directions. He was more or so hoping for shelter. At the length that he was drunk to, her would never be able to understand directions, and that would probably get them both even more lost. But, right now, Joey was fine with walking, and only had one fear, that a car would come to close and hit Amanda or himself. But, the chances of that, wernt very likely. Other then that though, Joey was really enjoying their walk. For one, he was with Amanda, and two, they were walking between what seemed to be a partial highway, and a large area of woods, and the lights on the cars gleamed against the grass, making the colors of the grass change. He found that really fasinating.

_______________20 minutes later

Joey stopped walking, and sloyuched down, next to a tree. He let his body fall to the ground. "Manda, I dont wanna walk anymore" he sighed, and whipped a bit of sweat off his fore-head. "I want to hotel." Joey whinned. He wouldnt normally be tired after walking 20 minutes. But the mix of the alcohal, and the 104 temature was really taking a toll on him. Joey pat the floor next to him, as to tell Amanda he wanted her to sit next to him. "Manndy? You think we be good hitch hiiikers?" Joey asked, looking out at the cars. "THeres many so nice car people that would be happy giving us a ride to the hotel" Joey whispered, thinking back to movies he had seen. "But, there lots of scary hitch hike people that are meean" Joey said, he didnt know what to do.

Joey lifted himself up, and pointed his thumb out, motioning that they needed a ride. "We need to get to hotel, Amandy." Joey studied the cars that drove by. He was hoping for some nice jolly family to pick them up and give them a ride, but hats not what the two got. Because just as Joey began to mtoion that they needed a ride, a large truck pulled over. At first, Joey was hesatent. He had seen so many movies where truckers ended up beging killers. But, this trucker seemed different. He was big and blulkey, and had many cuts and scrapes, and he had beer bottled scattered everywhere, but, he was smiling. And that was enough to win Joey over that this trucker was an okay guy.

Joey walked to Amanda, and took her hand, trying to help up. "Theres a nice man, wanting to help us to hotel" Joey whispered, with excitement, raising in his voice.

[amanda]

I know I don't know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret, but oh can they keep it?
Oh, no, they can't

As the time passed and the two trudged on, Amanda seemed to be going in and out of awareness, sometimes blacking out for one or two seconds, sometimes more. She wasn't too aware of her surroundings, but she knew two things: she was walking, and she was with Joey. And, because she was with Joey, whatever was going on was then okay. And...she was drunk...so she wasn't thinking strait, or at all in that matter. For somebody who drank just about every weekend, Amanda sure didn't know her limits for alcohol, and if she did know them, she certainly didn't abide by them that night. Maybe she was just awed by the lights of Vegas, or maybe she was just so excited by being with Joey, but whatever it was, it caused her to drink waay to much.

After about 20 minutes of walking around with Joey, heading towards the "hotel", Amanda was starting to get really sleepy, and on the verge of passing out. "I don' wanna walk anymore either" she said rubbing her eyes and stretching. Stumbling over to where he was sitting, Amanda collapsed next to him, resting her head on his chest. Had they not been drunk and next to a highway, the two might have been a cute and romantic sight. "mmhm" she responded as Joey talked about hitchhiking, and how there were both good and bad hitch hikers. In reality, Amanda was very afraid of hitch hiking, but luckily she had never even had the need to consider it. She had always had her own car, or was able to quickly call Luke if she ever needed a ride. Calling Luke had briefly crossed her mind while she walked with Joey, but Luke wouldn't have responded well. He would have been pissed that she had gotten so drunk, and he definitely would have been drunk himself and unable to actually help.

As Joey continued talking, her eyes slowly closed and she drifted in and out of what he was actually saying. She did, however, catch the last part when Joey spotted a truck that had pulled over to give them a ride. Using Joey's hand for support, she lifted her body off the ground and slowly walked towards the large and considerably beaten up van. Joey was obviously excited about their being picked up, but Amanda was much more catious. She saw the desire in his eyes, the coy and awkward smile he gave as he watched her small, skimpily dressed, and very drunk framed climbed into the car and into the space next to him(unfortunetly it was a pickup seat). She watched as Joey climbed into the car and shut the door, and as soon as he did so, the driver sped off. So where are 'yall headin'? he asked, his eyes wandering up and down Amanda's body, and then looking at Joey. Lacing her fingers with Joey's, she cleared her throat before responding quietly, "We wanna go to the hotel...the one with the casino in it". Of course that didn't narrow it down too much, but she didn't know what else to say.

The whole situation was freaking her out. The walking in the dark, the being picked up by a creepy van, and then driving with him aimlessly, considering nobody knew where they were going. She looked around the car noticing the broken glass, the empty beer cans, and the often used porno magazines scattered around the car. It was disgusting. Amanda only tolerated it because she was too drunk to have protested getting in the car in the first place, and because Joey was there. Joey was there, and therefore he was going to protect her, at any cost...right?

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[faith4]

Sometimes love takes the best of us.
It kills the best and saves the worst.
In my case
I was one of the many killed.

The leather seat was burning not, and making him uncomfertable. There were pornos scattered all over. There was rarley enough room for the three of them. The driver had no hygene. The truck had a reched smell to it. Joey saw dead bugs scattered on the floor. And he swore that the driver was checking his girlfriend out. What the fuck did he get himself into? This small ride, which was suppossed to save the two, was turning into living hell. The fact that it was burning hot in the car was adding to the hellish feeling. Joey needed to get Amanda and himself out of here. How? He didnt know yet. But, he knew somehow, they had to get out. Hopefully it would be sooner. But, Joey didnt want to walk again, ro be rude. So for now, he would keep his mouth shut. Until he got his energy back.

Joey looked down at Amanda. He could tell that she too didnt like this ride. Joey leaned over and began to massage her shoulders to make her more comfertable. "Dont worry babe." Joey began. He figured, the more he spaced out his sentances, the more quickly time would fly by. "Well get to the hotel in no time," he said, then forced out a little smile. He wanted to believe this, he really did. But, he himself couldnt. So he knew Amanda wouldnt. The only thing he knew, was that this ride was only good for one thing. Setteling his alcohal, which, in some ways was horrible, because now he was nauses, and ready to regergitate at any minute. And that sight, would not be a pretty one, expescially since he was in Amandas presence.

Joey scanned the driver, up and down. He swore that the driver had flies buzzing around him. The question 'Do you ever take baths?' almost slipped out of Joeys mouth, but luckily, a completely different one came out.

"Dude, do you know when we will get back to the hotel?"

Okay, maybe not the most polite way to ask that question, expescially since this guy was being nice enough to give the two a ride. Joey began to feel a little sorry about it, but, as soon as the man said his first words, Joeys sorrow went away, and immidiatly changed to fear. 'Watch your fucking tone with me. We need to stop at the gas station' were thw exact words of the driver. Joey sunk down into his seats. He was more or so worried for Amanda, seeing as she was the one right next to the guy. "Sorry." Joey muttered. His sorry was actually directed to Amanda, as to say sorry for getting the driver mad at the two. But, luckliy, the driver thought it was to be directed to himself.

Joey leaned over to Amanda, leaned closer to her face, eventually kissing her. Now, normally their lips wouldnt part for a long while, but, they parted in an instance, one Joey felt the drivers eyes on the two. Joey flung his head up. "Keep your friggen eyes on the road and off my girlfriend. I came to you for a ride, not for you to try and figure out ways to fuck her" Joey said, gaining enough courage.

Joeys corage sunk away, when the driver sped to the side of the road and parked. Joey expected to be either kicked out, or killed. But, the driver stared at the road, silently. Which was a smart move on his poart, because it installed even more fear in Joey. The driver turned to him. And blinked. Once. 'I told you, to watch you fucking tone with me' The driver hollard, then flipped out a razor, that had been hidden in his pocket. Sweat trickled down Joeys forehead as the driver leaned over Amanda, his anger got to him, when he saw the dirver wrape one arm around her, but, he didnt say anything, because by this point, the dirver already had a knife to Joeys throat.

[How about they dont go to the gas station, and we go with the flwo from here, Amanda will end up killing the driver though. ^.^. We just really need to speed this up.

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[amanda]

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why

"Dont worry babe." Her eyes traveled over to meet his, "Well get to the hotel in no time" she nodded slightly almost as a child nodded after being given directions or being scolded. There really wasn't too much Joey could do now because facing the facts as they were, Amanda was scared. She was scared that the drivers crap war was going to break down, she was scared that the driver was going to try to molest her, and she was scared that she was going to pass out, and then who knows what would happen. But, the fact that Joey was trying to make her feel more comfortable gave her a small sense of security. A very small sense of security. When things came down to it, it was still two against one, and there was power in numbers...right? She could feel the sensation of being drunk slowly slip away from her, and the symptoms of a horrible hang over start to take over her body. Soon enough she would be able to talk and for the most part function her body well, but she would just have an overpowering headache and a horrible stomach ache.

Amanda jerked her head a little as she heard Joey ask a question to the driver in a fairly rude manner. Not the way to go. But, she could understand the absense of friendliness in Joeys voice seeing that she was wondering the exact same thing. They had been in the car for a while and still nothing familiar seemed to come into veiw and although she was still under the influence of alcohol, she was able to infere that they weren't really going where they were supposed to be going. Her whole body tensed in fear as the driver responded to Joeys question, a toned of annoyed anger in his voice. Although she was a very outgoing person, in situtions like these she became much more quiet and feeble, sinking back into her seat as the driver yelled back at him to watch his tone.

As Joey leaned over to kiss her, she allowed their lips to touch, trying to force a smile on her face. She could feel the drivers eyes steadily watching them as they kissed, but she tried to pass it off and remember the comfort in Joey's kiss rather than the terror she felt towards the situation. Joey, on the other hand, wasn't able to do so, "Keep your friggen eyes on the road and off my girlfriend. I came to you for a ride, not for you to try and figure out ways to fuck her" Her head jerked to glare at Joey, her eyes wide and full with fear. Usually she loved it when guys were jealous and over protective of her, it made her feel wanted and saught after, but not now. This was not the time.

Tears rolled down her cheecks slowly in the moments of silence where the three sat in the truck, the drivers eyes steadily focused on the road. Amanda screamed as the driver flipped out the razor and held it to Joey's throat. Had the driver killed him right then, she would have been so unbelievably mentally screwed up, she might have killed herself, but luckily he didn't. However, what the driver had in store for her was not much better. Opening the door and puching Joey out onto the side of the road, the driver shut the door quickly and sped off, stopping only about 3/4 of a mile further down the road.

"I don't know why your cryin' so much, I ain't gonna hurt you" he said with a crooked smile after parking the car, looking over at her as she curled up at the opposite side of the car, "if you don't make me". He slid across the seat of the pick up truck and grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him. At first he tried kissing her on the lips, his hands grabbing under her shirt onto her bare skin and traveling up her sides. Amanda pulled away from him as much as possible, feeling too scared to even scream for help. All she could do was cry and resist him for as long as possible. Giving up on trying to win her over by any means, the driver started to cut to the chase. He used one hand to press her up against the door, and the other hand to fumble with the botton on her skirt while trying to pull it down. As the driver removed his hands from her to undo his own button, Amanda reached behind her opening the door. Although much of his weight was on her, she used her legs to push herself out of the car and onto the cold ground below her. As soon as she hit the ground she kicked off her sandals and started to sprint as fast as she could back towards where they had kicked Joey out. Tripping to the ground, it felt as if she had twisted her ankle, but she tried her best to get back up and proceed. Looking back she could see that the driver was not too far away from her, and if she had actually damaged her ankle as much as it felt like she did, he would eventually catch up to her.

"Help! although she screamed her voice was barely audible over the sound of the cars driving by, "Somebody! Please, help me" Getting back on her feet, Amanda started to limp away, but the driver had already caught up to her. Wrapping one arm around her waist and placing one hand over her mouth, the driver forced Amanda off her feet and started to carry her back to the car. Apparently, he wasn't done with her yet, and he was going to have his way with her no matter how much extra effort he was going to have to put in. Although she was still partially drunk, weak from fighting back, and most likely had a broken ankle, Amanda wasn't going to give up yet. This wasn't just about avoiding rape now, this was fighting to stay alive.

Shaking her head vigorously to loosen his grip he had on her mouth, the girl bit his hand as hard as she could causing him to drop his hold of her. Then, with adreneline pulsing through her veins, she grabbed the razor he had sticking out his pocket and jabbed him right in the throat. Tearing steadily and forcefully pouring out of her eyes, she watched as his eyes shot open in surprise, and his large frame fell to the ground. Her mouth dropped open, but she was too frightened as to what she had just done to even speak, scream, or audibly cry anymore. She had just killed somebody. She had just taken somebodys life by stabbing them through the throat with a razor. Amanda just stood there in shook for a number of moments as she watched the life slip away from his shaking body, blood emerging from his throat and making a puddle around his head.

She couldn't take it anymore. Turning and running as fast as she could despite her broken ankle, Amanda left him. She left him to be found by the police, identified, and she knew that they would never understand why it happened to him, just that it did. Nobody would ever understand why. Nobody would ever find out about what happened that night. Not a single soul, not Nikki, not Kelsey, not even Luke would ever find about the events that occured that night. Just her and Joey. That was it. He was the only one.

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