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[Petros Hayes]

PETROS JUDAS ,
NOW I KNOW WHAT I'M LEAVING BEHIND
AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE THE NEXT IN LINE
MAKE A SCENE, MAKE A SCREAM
LIKE YOUR LOOSING YOUR MIND
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Somehow he did it. Petros Hayes lasted the remaining of his senior year in one place. That was Valkyrie Academy and he'd say it; he was damn proud he didn't screw anything up. So, he was done with high school, no longer being threatened of being cut off from family funds, and now he could do whatever he wanted. Petros was never a guy to look that much into the future let alone the next week, so he didn't really think of how he was spending his summer. Last summer it was at his parent's beach house, summer before that hopping around some Asian islands. Though when May turned to June, he was wondering why the hell he was in Valkyrie. Oh yes, Sophie. His little sister was adamantly pursing to stay in Valkyrie for her last year. Petros knew why too. It wasn't because of the academy, because you could find the next best educational establishment anywhere in the world. It was because her boyfriend, Milo Ellis, was in this city. Petros still didn't like the guy but over the past few months, he was able to tolerate him because he made Sophie happy. And happy was what she deserved after everything she went through back home.

And everything seemed to be going as planned up until their mother, Elene, called. Their father, the great owner of Athens' leading shipping company, had a heart attack. But Elene wasn't frantic just about that. She tried calling Sophie in Patras to discover that she wasn't there like she was suppose to. Petros knew Sophie was suppose to be there, but pretended that he had no idea she wasn't suppose to be in Valkyrie, to save his own hide from his mom. She wasn't happy with Sophie and ordered both the siblings to come home. The plane was already booked, Sophie and Petros simply just had to show up and board it. After Sophie frantically split to say goodbye to Milo, Petros just stood somberly in the living room of the condo he quite frankly enjoyed living in. There wasn't really a need to pack anything up. Not like he needed much of these things. His parents would probably just send someone here to clean everything out. However, Petros didn't want to arrive in Greece with nothing aside the clothes off his back so he started digging around for a bag to put some things into.

He spent about twenty minutes throwing some things in a messenger bag. About five minutes of that twenty was spent tousling his hair back and forth. As he was in his bedroom, pulling the sheets of the bed up by the pillows in attempt to make it, something fell onto the floor. It was a sweatshirt. He hastily picked it up to see if it was Sophie's because Petros did not wear sweatshirts. Instead he saw Mickey Mouse plastered on the prominent part of the chest. Definitely not Sophie's. It was Audrey Harper's. His girlfriend's.

Audrey Harper was his girlfriend. Petros chuckled aloud at that one and shook his head. Seemed weird to even say it. Never saw that one coming, eh? Considering the rough start they had followed closely by all the bickering and stalking that ensued. It all came to a point when Petros let out all his frustration out in a song he wrote about Audrey [that wasn't romantic at all if you're wondering] and sung it to her while she was in the audience. She kissed him first and man, did he often remind her of that. It was actually kind of confusing and funny at the same time; their relationship. They still made fun of each other with the occasional bickering, but for some weird reason that was the reason they had to be together. Even if every conversation turned into an argument, they still wouldn't have it any way. Petros liked her, of course. He also cared about her, just don't tell her that. She wasn't needy and clingy like other girls he dated in the past. Petros hated being romantic. I mean, he was dating her, wasn't that enough? Apparently, it was for Audrey, and that's how he liked it.

Then he realized that one, he had her sweatshirt and two, the thought of saying goodbye didn't cross his mind until now. Petros wasn't one for goodbyes. As far as you are concern he was still dating Ingrid from Sweden, Corinne from France, Maria from Spain, and Jeanne from Belgium. All girls he had been dating up until he got kicked out from the boarding school and moved on. When you leave the country, you leave the girl. That Las Vegas motto they had was basically Petros' in every country he visited. But then... Audrey wasn't like those girls. Obviously since it was a maximum twenty four hours before Petros would get the girl. It took months with Audrey. Longest time he actually pursued a girl. She should be flattered. Though if he told her that he could already see her rolling her eyes and replying in a sarcastic tone 'lucky me.'

Petros didn't want to leave Valkyrie with unfinished business so he grabbed his keys and left the condo, sweatshirt in hand. The least he could do is return it. He nodded to the doorman in the lobby. A man he had seen every morning and every night but never learned his name. Petros nodded at him, because that's what they did and he took off toward the garage. Getting into the Lexus his dad sent over to Petros months earlier, he took off, heading towards Audrey's house. He didn't exactly know what he was going to say to her. He didn't even know what was happening with him now that Sophie wasn't allowed to stay in Valkyrie. But, Petros was a big boy now. He didn't have to be at a certain place anymore. He wasn't going to college. He was just going to be a professional jetsetter. He could always visit Audrey wherever she was going. Oxford did she tell him was where she wanted to go? Petros tended to just nod when she talked about college, not actually listening. It was just all a weird feeling, he didn't want to think about any type of future... with Audrey or no Audrey. If that made sense.

Petros pulled into the circular driveway and parked. It was a bit late, but she'd probably be up. If not, he'd wake her up somehow. Maybe throw pebbles at her window, because he always wanted to see if that shit actually worked. No, better yet, he'd throw big rocks. So hopefully the window would break and he'd freak her out. Though it sounded like a good idea he just did the old-fashion thing and knocked on the door. He waited a few moments, rocking back and forth on his heels as he remembered that one night he drunkly showed up at her house. The door opened and she stood in front of him. "You look like a pocket full of sunshine," he commented and let himself in, not waiting to be formally invited in. He pushed the sweatshirt into her arms and said, "Here's your sweatshirt I've creepily kept the past few months. Thought I'd return it since I'm going back to Greece in the morning."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, aud's house & july 1st '07
WORD COUNT, 1300
LYRICS, 'next in line' - meese
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, audrey!
I SAY, pots. and. pans.
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[Audrey Harper]

AUDREY J HARPER,


I WONT TRY TO ARGUE OR HOLD IT AGAINST YOU
I know you're leaving, you must have your reasons
SEASON IS CALLING, YOUR PICTURES ARE FALLING
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Well this was just fan-fucking-tastic. Obviously that threat she made a little over a month ago did not register in his pretty little egotistical head. He should have known better than to tell someone about…Well, Audrey wondered what she and Petros were. There must be a word to describe two people who liked to aggravate the other but still managed to not kill each other and maybe, just maybe might care for each other… She was not counting on the latter but the first two was a bang-on definition of what they were. Oh did she forget to mention that she and Petros were a secret affair? Yeah, now her anger was understood when she finds out from her friend Daphne, and his cousin, that Petros spilled the beans on every. That fucker. And now, in attempts to relief her anger, she was doing the dishes. Actually, it was one of those compulsive things she had to do… Audrey could not stand a sink full of dirty dishes, no matter whose house she was in. The half-Irish girl was nearly done with the dishes, only a couple left when she reached down to the bottom of the stainless steel sink and touched something awful. Ugh, if there was something that she hated as much as Hayes at the moment, it was napkins left on the dishes and dropped in the sink rather than in the garbage. The result; gushy algae-like matter that was utterly disgusting to poke let alone transferring it from its watery habitation to the waste basket. Only one person in this home was responsible for the degree of grossness and it was her older brother, Isaac.

Audrey gathered the drenched orbs of napkin into an unwashed bowl and stomped all the way into the formal living room where Isaac was casually lounging around, talking on a sleek cell phone. Without a doubt, this sibling of hers who was supposed to be a prodigy lacked the simple gumption of that of normal folk. He was in some deep conversation when Audrey threw the first ball of repugnant mess at his forehead. Immediately, he slid his phone to a close and muttered something inaudible in French most likely a curse or something. ”What in the bloody hell was that for?” he asked, wiping his face as Audrey lobbed another mess to his face. ”Garbage doesn’t go in the sink, it goes, now get this, in the garage can which is conveniently located under the sink,” She said, with extra heavy emphasis. He will understand eventually, even if it takes her to tackle him and write it on his forehead in permanent marker. Isaac scoffed as he flicked off the second soaking napkin onto the carpeted floor, “Harry Potter, are you kidding me?” He made a gesture to her t-shirt which was encrusted with the Hogwarts emblem. Changing the subject, how nice, but changing it to the Harry Potter? Now, Isaac should have known better than to mock Harry.

Obviously her brother did not see her charm bracelet which had such charms as the sorting hat or other HP things she had like a ‘WWHPD?’ shirt. It was one of her favourites. Of course that called for her to be a little protective of the series. Hell she even went onto Mugglenet on a daily basis. It was now a well established habit whenever she would log onto a computer. To say the least, she really, really liked Harry Potter, enough to be very protective of its entirety, “Bite your tongue, heathen! Harry Potter is amazing…”She threw another sodden ball of paper at him, how dare he question her loyalty to Harry Potter! ”What, you want me to be obsessed with Twilight instead? Oh Edward, you sparkly vampire, you want to kill me but I love you…” She spoke in an exaggerated fan!girl voice as she clasped her hand together and dug the tip of her left foot into the carpeting. In all honestly, Stephenie Meyer had successfully ruined vampires for the literary world. I mean, come on, sparkly vampires? If you’re trying to tell a girl to get away from you, that you are dangerous, you don’t go flaunting the fact that you sparkle… There is not one girl on the face of the earth that doesn’t like sparkles. Try saying, “Get away from me, I’m dangerous,” while sparkling like a tube of glitter glue; fear and intimidation at its finest. And then when you think the book has caused enough damage, it came out with a sequel. But in this one, it really shows that the main vampire should grow a pair suck it up that he fell for a dumb klutz instead of taking the pussy way out and moving your entire ‘family’ of vampires somewhere else, leaving the human defenceless against other, rather poorly written, things that go bump in the night. Audrey did not understand the allure Edward had over all the girls that had read Twilight and New Moon. Who finds a masochistic pansy that up and leaves, over a paper cut I’ll have you know, attractive?

Way to epically fail, Edward Cullen.

She would go into a deep discussion on how Anne Rice is the shit in modern vampire literature, but that would take a good while and she was trying to prove not the awesomeness that is Anne Rice but she was going to prove that Harry beat out sparkly vampires. There was an underlying battle of who was the better author… JK Rowling versus Stephenie Meyer, are you fucking kidding me? ”Please, JK Rowling annihilates Stephenie Meyer. End of Discussion.” She ended with a tone of finality as she turned to wash the remaining bowl in her hand. No one puts down Harry Potter, especially in front of a Pothead. With her dramatic walking away she heard something along the lines of ‘wow’ before she walked back to the sink. She won, as it should be.

About a half hour later, the house was eerily vacant; Isaac went to some club or something of that sort, Matteo was at the hospital as per usual and the twins were at some ‘business meeting’. Audrey did not care much for Siobhan or her own father for that matter and was glad that for the first time in a long time she had the house all to herself. After she dried the dishes and put them back into their respective places, she grabbed a book and flopped on the couch for some good ol’ fashioned reading time. When Audrey heard a rhythmic rapping at the door, she sank a little deeper into the plush leather of the couch, expecting whoever was at the door would realize she would not be getting the door anytime soon and should leave. Ugh, if only that would happen, but the person at the door was persistent and after what seemed like a much extended while, she pushed herself up from sofa and wandered towards the door. As she opened the tall polished entrance, she caught a glimpse on Hayes teetering on the balls of his feet. Oh God, he’s not drunk is he? Audrey thought it was some sort of déjà vu because the last time Hayes was at her door, rocking back and forth on his feet…Let us just say that things were said that she should not have said… Like ‘come in,’ for instance. But when he said pocket full of sunshine, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, ”What the hell?” nope, not drunk, definitely high. Pocket full of sunshine, really? She did not look like Izzy, what was he on? ” Wait, what did you do?” She accused him. It was almost unnatural for them to be civil towards each other, so when Hayes tries to pull something like ‘pocket full of sunshine’ it is only instinctual to question his motives.

As he pushed himself into her house, she shuffled back a bit before rolling her eyes, ”Because I remember saying ‘come on in’ but sure, why not…” She muttered as she shut the door behind him for he had let himself in; never the one for formal invitations, that Hayes. As he shoved her sweater, which she had forgotten about, into her arms, Audrey glanced down at it and then back at Hayes, a look of inquiry in her eyes, ”Why would you keep my--You are just a straight-up creeper, aren’t you?” She shook her head as she strolled towards the kitchen, draping Mickey on one of the bar stools that surrounded the island in the kitchen. Sweet, she got her sweater back though she was not surprised that Petros still kept it all this time, but why was he giving it back?... Oh, he’s going back to Greece… So this was goodbye? Huh, well, she did not really know how to feel about this. Actually, Audrey never really gave this relationship much thought… She was going to go to Oxford, most likely, so long distance stuff was out, it never works anyhow, and if it does, it’s by a freak accident. The girl never really thought of anything that concerned her and Petros, she was just playing it by ear. But this subsequent goodbye in the making doesn’t write off her anger over him revealing their… whatever they had.

She nodded as she rummaged through the kitchen, “Greece? Cool.” she took out various pots and pans in search for the perfect one to make some food in. She paused mid-search and looked up at him, a little smirk on her lips before she spoke, ”Wait, were you trying to make it sound all dramatic and heart breaking so we could have good-bye sex? Because I don’t think it worked,” Resuming her search, she went quiet for a few moments before re-emerging with a pan and a look that said ‘somebody’s going to get hurt real bad’. ”Oh, by the way, Daphne came over today… and you are dead man, Petros.”She spoke in a serious manner, looking up at Hayes, her fingers curled over a frying pan as she raised an inquisitive brow towards him. Oh yes, she also called him by his first name, which only made its appearance when she was majorly pissed. How hard was it to keep them a goddamn secret? It took a great deal of effort to make her voice stay that that particular volume, she would not be able to pull it off much longer, ”What part of ‘I’ll castrate you’ did your pretty little head not comprehend?” She questioned Petros as her voice slightly rose with her anger, ”How hard is it to Shut. The. Hell. Up? You did not have to do anything… just had to keep your mouth shut… Oh wait, I realize the flaw in this plan, you have the inability to do as such!” She said exasperatedly. By this point, Audrey was just full out yelling at him, her brows furrowed together in annoyance. Her fingers flexed around the thin stem of the pan, temporarily dismissing the idea of throwing the object at Hayes’ head.

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LENGTH`1853 words.
TAGGED TO` hayes, bby
ATTIRE` audrey
CREDITS` format inspired by all the vside lovelies<333 graphics by me
LYRICS` "dammit" by blink 182
NOTES` dude I have audros muse, yay for scrubs! and I'm totally bringing old graphics back!

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[Petros Hayes]

PETROS JUDAS ,
NOW I KNOW WHAT I'M LEAVING BEHIND
AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE THE NEXT IN LINE
MAKE A SCENE, MAKE A SCREAM
LIKE YOUR LOOSING YOUR MIND
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---IT WAS ALWAYS a gamble when he would visit Audrey. He didn't quite know what to expect whether it was her forcing him to listen to some music he didn't like or get into a fight over something that happened the previous week. It was... sometimes frustrating. He never had this much trouble with one girl. They were officially [or non officially to everyone else] the weirdest couple ever. The actual 'dating' part took place sometime after the night at Mellow and then it was just kept on the down-low. They weren't even like normal people dating. Normally when two people get together they go out for dinner, do stuff outside the house, and generally are nice to each other. The extent of Petros and Audrey's so-called 'dates' were either at the condo or her house being sneaky and making fun of each other. Not quite a relationship someone would willingly get themselves into. Audrey and Petros' clashing personalities just screamed a recipe for disaster. Dating like this was toxic, he was surprised they lasted a week. But at the end of the day, in some sick way he couldn't just let her go. It wasn't a possessive or suicidal thing that if he couldn't have her no one could, cue the gun and bang bang. It was just... it was complicated. He'll let you know when he figures it out himself.

So when Petros walked in the door uninvited, he saw her eyes narrow and ask him what the hell. He was guessing they would bicker for a good few hours. It was just a guess, though these guesses ended up to be true.” Wait, what did you do?” She was already assuming the worst. Like... he robbed the candy store, which isn't as fun as you think it might be. Trust him, he would know with the reminder of one drunk night in Athens with the Brio. He shrugged in response, not feeling like saying something snarky back. ”Why would you keep my--You are just a straight-up creeper, aren’t you?” He chuckled. "Yeah, I am. Something you just got to get use to," he said as he followed her into the kitchen.

“Greece? Cool.” Petros was wondering how she would take this. Maybe she would have a better idea what to do than he would. Petros didn't like making decisions, obviously since people always made them for him since he was born. "Yeah..." he said slowly, "cool." Was that all she was going to say to him? Cool? He was expecting her to make some kind of other comment, sarcastic or not. But playing it off that cooly surprised him a little. He sat in one of the barstools as she started rummaging around the kitchen. He folded his arms on the counter and leaned into them a bit. ”Wait, were you trying to make it sound all dramatic and heart breaking so we could have good-bye sex? Because I don’t think it worked.” He looked up at her and smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Damn, if I made it sound angsty and uncaring would you have agreed?" he asked, his deviant little smile still splayed over his lips.

Audrey went back under the counter, looking for something. Maybe whatever she was making, he could have some of it too. Now that he thought of it, he was a little hungry. All the events that took place earlier in the night felt like hours and now he was hungry. To prove how un-coupley Audrey and Petros were, he tried to think of what Milo and Sophie were doing. Obviously not that since Petros specifically told her not to, but he could see her crying, repeating over and over how much she didn't want to go, Milo stuttering up a storm trying to calm her down. Maybe an arm was around her shoulder as they sat closely together on a couch. Fast forward to Audrey and Petros in the kitchen feet away from each other casually giving clothes back , saying how cool Greece was, and bluntly dismissing any idea of goodbye sex. Maybe Petros didn't realize how real leaving was yet. Maybe she didn't either. He couldn't imagine being like Milo and Sophie but he was kind of envying their mindset right now.

She re-emerged back from under the counter, looking for a pan. She looked pissed though, not a good sign. ”Oh, by the way, Daphne came over today… and you are dead man, Petros.” Huh? Why was he dead if Daphne came over? ”What part of ‘I’ll castrate you’ did your pretty little head not comprehend?” He turned his head to the side a little bit, he still didn't quite know exactly what was going on. Wait... was it because Petros told Daphne they were dating? Why would she pissed about that? Like Daphne would tell anyone. The fact that Audrey was getting this upset over this was stupid. Audrey and him did agree not to tell anyone and he'll admit that he fucked up if she was having a cow over this. And, he was leaving in like, six hours. Back in Greece he would be so now that he thought about it, did it matter if he told anyone? Well, now that he thought about it, he told Daphne and Daphne must have told Audrey well before Petros got the call to come back to Greece. Audrey was yelling at him now, obviously pissed that her friend came over and must have told her something along the lines of 'Oh my god! Petros just told me you guys were dating! I'm so happy, you guys are like perfect together blah blah blah blah blah.' As he thought of what Daphne must have told Audrey, he was just realizing she was yelling at him. She had one of the pans in her hand, staring at him with a Hogwarts shirt on. Wait... Hogwarts? He quickly gave her a subtle up down and found out she was also wearing a Harry Potter charm bracelet. What the fuck was this? Wow, he was dating a freak. He was still so stun that she was dressing like she was a twelve year old he tuned back into the yelling fit at, "...Just had to keep your mouth shut…Oh wait, I realize the flaw in this plan, you have the inability to do as such!”

He stayed quiet when she finished, both staring at each other. Then, Petros couldn't help it. He just bursted out laughing. Usually when one yelled at the other, it was followed by the other yelling back. Not this time though. Petros just couldn't. The laughing wound down and he said, "I really can't take you seriously right now as you wear something with Hufflepuff on it." He didn't even care he was screwing up the names. His Harry Potter knowledge went nothing beyond the second movie because he had to take Sophie them it in theaters. Don't make him laugh more if you ask if he read the books. He tried to straighten out his face and keep it serious because he knew he didn't do any favors. "I'm sorry," he started but one more look at the shirt and he was laughing again. "Aud, come on. Aren't you a little old to be wearing Harry Potter stuff?"

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, aud's house & july 1st '07
LYRICS, 'next in line' - meese
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, audrey!
I SAY, yay! done!
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[Audrey Harper]

AUDREY J HARPER,


I WONT TRY TO ARGUE OR HOLD IT AGAINST YOU
I know you're leaving, you must have your reasons
SEASON IS CALLING, YOUR PICTURES ARE FALLING
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“Good god, Hayes, hold still… You are such a fucking pansy,” Audrey mumbled as she softly dabbed the cotton ball infused with rubbing alcohol over the lower part of the bone of his brow, cleaning up the surprisingly bloody mess that she made. However, the funny thing about this situation, yes there was one, there was always one with them, was that she was now delicately smoothing the plastic of a band-aid to his face because he made fun of her shirt. Now on any other, regular day, that would not have been such a big deal, I mean, we are talking about Audrey here, clothes meant very little to her with the rare exception of classic rock concert t-shirts, but this was no ordinary day. The nearly eighteen year old was wearing one of her favourite shirts of almost all time and he mocked it; a Harry Potter one. I know, how was Petros still alive again? Especially when Audrey was previously pissed the fuck off; it was a miracle. However, even she knew that was not the only reason she catapulted a non-stick pan at the Greek heir’s face, but it was mostly because of the Harry Potter comments. Now this whole blood bath, or so how Petros made it out to be, all began a few minutes ago while she was trying to make some food.

They were doing their usual thing, being all un-couply and such, talking, bickering, making little jokes like the perspective of good bye sex, “I don’t know, maybe the next time you’re in town, you should try it.” She nodded raising her brows, giving him a little miniscule shred of hope for it. This was nice; their regular, consistent repartee had yet to leave and if that was gone, there was something to be worried about. It was all going fine and dandy, and injury-free might I add, until he tried to comment about Harry Potter. She even thought in her head ‘don’t do it, don’t do it, man’ but of course, he insisted on being annihilated. ”Seriously, you want me to be all twilight-ed out? The whole Twilight franchise is just as overrated as this falling in love bullshit every goddamn musician croons about,” her voice rose with every word of the retort, as she felt her frustration getting to her. She stood with a hand on her hip as she wagged the pan in Petros’ direction, so close to throwing it. However, he was laughing as her voice rose, he was definitely not making this easier on him for not taking this seriously. It did not matter that he was leaving, for good or otherwise, he should have known not to tell, not even Daphne though she did wonder how she got to know… ‘Oh hey Daphne, I’m seeing your friend who I don’t get along with because we have this weird attraction’ yeah, he probably got through a quarter of that schpiel before Daphne pounced all over that. But that was hardly the point right now; she was going to fulfill what she had warned him back to that night…

However, before she knew it, the thin stem of the pan escaping her fingertips, flying away from her. Everything slowed down, every frame of what was happening was dawdling along as the metal pan made contact with Hayes’ face. She was not intending on hitting in the face, though she was aiming. It was supposed to be a gentle lob, to scare him a bit but instead she stood there, frozen. “I guess you have to take me seriously now that I broke your face,” She spoke, her eyes remaining wide. She paused for a moment, observing the location of where she had hit Hayes, as it slowly began to bleed, red rubies gathering at the edge of his brow. Okay, so maybe she overreacted, just a little. After all she broke his most valued possession. She, Audrey James Harper broke Petros Judas Hayes’ face. Queue the masses of tween/teen girl and cougar rioters to torch her alive for such an atrocity.

Audrey gave him a few seconds, letting him react to what she had done, yada yada yada, the girl was a little more concerned about getting him a band-aid for his boo-boo rather than his little show. And so now they were here, in the very white bathroom, with Audrey delicately smoothing the plastic edges of the band aid on the still dramatic Petros. Pussy. She threw the soiled ball of alcohol and blood into the bin. “See, I’m done, you girl. That wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be,” Audrey said, sitting on the tub for a moment, swinging her legs over the silky porcelain of the edge of the tub, sliding in to lie on the cold surface. It was comforting to just lie there; the glassy finish on the tub was cold underneath the back of her calves and arms. This was not the first time Audrey was chilling in the bathroom. This ritual usually occurred when she would get one of those feelings, the ones where the pit of her stomach was curled into knots and she just knew something was going to happen. The sinking feeling she felt never led to a good conclusion.

Intuition played a terrible hand because until whatever horrible thing happened she would not lose this inconvenient notion. Unfortunately for her, she was beginning to feel it, the moment Petros walked through the door. Was it because she knew, more like precisely hypothesized, they were going their separate way? Pfft, she couldn’t care less about that. It was not as if they were one of those couples that were joined at the hip and would be unbearable to be around without the other. Actually, the two were quite the opposite; so unconventional, so dysfunctional that whatever they had should have ended the moment it started. Maybe that was why she genuinely liked their situation and him, though she would never admit to wither of them. No, this sudden departure was a little too sudden; there must be some sort of reason. The way he was speaking, besides their regular banter, was off, “So, Greece, huh…” she started off, her voice calm and tinged with ever so subtle concern as she fiddled around with the charms on her bracelet. Hopefully it was nothing; hopefully whatever it was would relinquish her from this feeling. Audrey wanted to inquire if he would be back, not because she would miss him or anything of that sort, but because it was not every day she found someone who would talk back to her wit and blunt honesty.

She kept quiet, intent on flicking the charms to her wrist; the pricks of the edge of her charms gave her something to feel. It was like when she was younger, running around in the forest, she would rip a few needles from a pine tree, running her fingers up and down the needles. They were smooth yet stiff when she ran her finger up them, and down the needles would catch the flesh of her thumb. Something to feeling besides the tackiness the sap would leave on her fingers, residue of a foreign yet reassuring object. The smell alone was the same as the residue, tacky, clean yet unhuman. And now, she was left with the charms of her bracelet, the cheap rusting metal of the charms grating against the thing skin of her wrist. After a moment of silence on her part, Audrey turned her neck, looking at him with a brow raised in question as the warmth of her cheek absorbed into the tub.

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LENGTH`1284 words.
TAGGED TO` hayes, bby
ATTIRE` audrey
CREDITS` format inspired by all the vside lovelies<333 graphics by me
LYRICS` "dammit" by blink 182
NOTES` I know that's extremely gm-y but it flowed, if you think it's going way over the line, let me know<3 I was surprised that aud cared about his face so much...lol

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[Petros Hayes]

PETROS JUDAS ,
NOW I KNOW WHAT I'M LEAVING BEHIND
AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE THE NEXT IN LINE
MAKE A SCENE, MAKE A SCREAM
LIKE YOUR LOOSING YOUR MIND
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---HE KNEW HIS SECRET GIRLFRIEND was a psycho, but now petros could add 'abuser' to the list too. because the girl threw a pan at his face. the metal pan which connected to his face. it left quite a mark on the small bone below the brow, and a bright red rash from his cheek to the jaw. it happened all too fast for him. one minute, he was poking fun at her ridiculous shirt. then she started saying something about this 'twilight' thing he knew nothing about. he might of said something like, "love, i have no idea what the fuck twilight is." next thing he knew she whipped that pan in his direction. beside the first initial obvious pain, he actually found it kind of sexy. the way she could just physically hurt him like that kind of turned him on. petros even made a staggering few steps forward towards her before the pain really got to him. he put his index and middle finger up to his brow, and brought his hand back down to see crimson blood stained on his fingertips. "fuck," he muttered. he looked up at audrey and said to her, "i'm bleeding." he tilted his head back, as if he had a bloody nose, and the blood would magically disappear. "ahhh fuck, my face," he said and moaned aloud. the actually act of cleaning himself up didn't occur to him. neither did surveying the damage inflicted on his face. but he felt audrey grab his arm and she started leading him somewhere. oh, the second sexy thing audrey did was lead him into a bathroom. "how bad is it?" he asked her as he put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. he didn't want to look at himself in the mirror. petros wanted her to say how much damage she did to his face. it didn't take long for her to get some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. yeah, she did it, she should clean it up. though, she was still a little rough with him. pulling his head back and rubbing what he thought was a bit too hard.

“good god, hayes, hold still… you are such a fucking pansy." he opened his closed eyes to look at her. "you. threw. a. pan. at. my. face," he said slowly, spacing out each word into its own sentence. "ow. fuck, aud. you're just lucky i found it kind of sexy." he grinned. one of those doggish grins where you knew exactly what was on his mind. he felt her fingers smooth over the band-aid she put on his brow. “see, i’m done, you girl. that wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be.” she moved away from him and sat on the edge of the tub for a moment. "what? no kiss?" he asked her as he too, got up and went over to the mirror for the first time. he looked at his face as he noticed audrey sliding into the tub behind him. damn girl didn't realize how much she was unintentionally teasing him. "enough room for two?" he mused, chuckling slightly. he wasn't looking at her. he was bent over the counter checking out the skin that was red but didn't start to bleed. bruise maybe? jesus. petros didn't get into many fights but six months in valkyrie got him one black eye and now a bruised face and split brow. now, he was going back to his hometown. he could see it now. getting off the plane with sophie, and greeted with photographers. it was actually kind of sick that the greek tabloids knew the siblings would arrive due to news that greece's beloved mogul had a heart attack and was now in the hospital. nothing like a tragedy to bring them back to greece. especially since petros actually had no plans to go back to greece for awhile now. valkyrie was a nice break of the craziness of what was his life back in europe. sure, he got in a fair amount of trouble here. a fight, a totaled car, yelling at some kid at a charity ball, and generally being up to no good which was a result of being drunk half the time. but he was kind of digging the united states. thought he'd do the new york try. maybe miami. whatever the case, he wanted to travel, see some places he hadn't been in.

"so, greece, huh…” petros stopped looking at himself in the mirror. he looked at her head, poking out of the tub through the mirror before turning around. was she... sad? interesting. petros could fairly make out emotions through the spoken word. audrey was tricky though. however, he could feel that maybe she was confused. or upset. this was kind of sudden, and kind of unexpected. petros didn't really ever have a plan beyond the summer. but know there was no reason for him to stay in valkyrie. sophie was never to come back, and audrey was going to oxford from what she told him once. how pathetic would it be if he followed her? what could he possibly do in england besides the ladies? and he wouldn't even be allowed to do that because he was dating audrey. secretly or not. she knew he didn't have plans post-graduation. he graduated. that was his success. petros walked over to her and sat down next to the tub, still clearly able to see her face. "come to greece with me," he simply said. it seemed to solve all their current problems. the fact that this meeting would lead to ultimately breaking up whatever this secret relationship was. at least they could have the summer and not worry about some stupid high school shit. he was only slightly surprised he even offered it to her. not that he regretted it. he still did mean it. but fuck man, he was getting that feeling again. that feeling that he was being sentimental with her. "or we can just have the goodbye sex right now and be done with it." yeah, that was more like it.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, aud's house & july 1st '07
LYRICS, 'next in line' - meese
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, audrey!
I SAY, holy fuck! lateee!
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[Audrey Harper]

AUDREY J HARPER,


I WONT TRY TO ARGUE OR HOLD IT AGAINST YOU
I know you're leaving, you must have your reasons
SEASON IS CALLING, YOUR PICTURES ARE FALLING
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It hadn’t occurred to Audrey that Petros wasn’t a regular guy. It sort of hit her like a cement truck that he probably hadn’t climbed trees like her, falling and scraping his knees or breaking his wrist like she did. He probably didn’t accidentally do a flip on his bike, landing on his back as the gravel underneath dug into his back, leaving constellations in place of scars. So when he complained of some measly scar she happened to create on his face, she did not realise until now that it really might be a ‘big deal.’ Huh, the shit these high profile, trust fund babies miss out on. When he asked about his little injury she sighed lightly, “It’s not so bad,” her voice was a little consoling, odd for her. “And you have no idea how attractive you were when you said you didn’t know what ‘Twilight’ was.” She added smiling as she took out the things needed to clean him up. She had to laugh at his little implications, it was silly to threat Audrey, “Yeah you really have me scared with your little threat, Hayes,” She said with her tone heavily drenched in sarcasm, her usual tone. It was funny; her natural tone was sarcastic, always. If Audrey was ever sincere, she would have to state so. If she was trying to convey any other tone, she would have to specify. It was her greatest feat and her hardest downfall, this natural sarcasm.

Granted he should be a little pissed, I mean, Audrey would be too if some bloke threw a pan at her face. But then again, she doesn’t go around making fun of some beloved book series which surpassed the criteria of most series. She heard twilight was going to have four books, a saga if you may, but the only saga Audrey was fond of was the Star Wars one. The original saga. “I threw a pan at your face because your stupidity led me to. And you are well aware that I’m psycho, why do insist upon provoking me?” She inquired, almost finished with the dabbing of the alcohol drenched cotton balls, “You know nothing good can come of it for you.” She used a fair amount to clean his relatively small wound. She wondered why he was so whiny, it was a little cut, and it would hardly bruise, if it does. When she was finally finished, using up all the patience and softness in her touch, though she could tell he thought it was still a little rough (what a pansy), she stepped back a little, admiring her handy work. However, when he asked for a kiss, she scoffed. Really, kiddo? Pursing her lips slightly, shaking out her hair out of her eyes before raising a brow. “Are you serious?” She sighed, rolling her eyes a bit as she bent down, lightly pressing her lips against the plastic of the band-aid. “There, I’ve kissed your boo-boo. Don’t say I never cared.” She nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked from his band aid back to him. She sat atop the edge of the tub, still looking at him examining his injury site before slipping into the tub. She had to laugh lightly when he suggested, “There is always room for two,” She said, raising a brow and smirking a little.

It was a little satisfying, to be honest, when that pan flew from her fingers and collided with his face. She didn’t mean any terrible damage, but it was a little exhilarating that she can cause him a shred of pain so easily. “It is kind of hot that pretty boy got some scars,” biting down on her bottom lip, a little devious smile playing at her lips. A little blood never hurt anyone, well, except haemophiliacs. And scars, there was something about them that fascinated her, other than the fact that placed strategically, they looked hot. Instinctively, her own hand traced over her brow bone, where a white, almost reflective scar had trailed along, extending her eye brow. It was smooth above all, as the memory of how she got it was manifesting itself in front of her eyes. Jesse Donovan, he was just a myth now, mysteriously disappearing off the face of the earth. It angered her that he just left, he wouldn’t know how he left her helpless, if was able to feel, that is. She mildly shook her head, dispelling her mind of the thought of her past. It was better not to think of it now, she was over it.

Audrey rose to her knees, about to get out of the tub, for her stomach grumbled lightly. She forgot about making food after she broke Hayes’ face. He must be hungry too, and so she began to ask, “Hey, I’m going to make some food, do you want--” She abruptly stopped when he asked her to come to Greece with him, she froze; her pale green eyes widened subtly as she sank back down into the tub, “What?” She whispered, a little taken back by his little proposition. He wanted her to come with him? Was he joking? Audrey sat up a bit, shifting her body towards him, folding her arms on the edge of the smooth tub, laying her chin atop her piled hands. Her green eyes searched his face for some hint of humour, some little spark that would make this all a slip of the tongue moment. But it wasn’t, she could tell he was being sincere and that frightened her slightly. It wasn’t in their dynamic; they were supposed to be that weird couple who argued all the time that it made people wonder why in the world they were together in the first place. Well, people would wonder if they knew that Audrey and Petros were in fact together. It was simply a mystery that for the few months or so they had unofficially been together that only Sophie and Daphne knew, that was a great feat considering most things in Petros’ life were displayed out for the public.

Ah there it was, their little banter that made up for any sign of sentiment they passed toward each other. The crude little comment about sex was actually reassuring. She breathed out deeply, Audrey wasn’t aware that she was holding her breath. Something as drastic as a trip to Greece… Well, it wasn’t a trip if he was going to be gone indefinitely. “Well, it would be simpler to just have sex now and I never see you again,” She nodded, lifting her bent arm up and leaning her face in the palm of her hand. She fell silent for a moment, just watching him a bit. Audrey reached towards his hair, fiddling around with his infamous sex hair. It looked terribly douchey, but it wasn’t like he was about to shave it off any time soon. Their entire relationship was defined in silences rather than what was said. It was perhaps easier on both of them, since neither was much of a sentimentalist, the silences said more than they ever would. ”…Unless you want me to go with you…” She trailed off, her cold fingers tracing the newly injured site of her boyfriend’s face. It was funny, the moment when the relationship or whatever the hell they had was about to end, she finally acknowledged Petros as more than some guy she argued with.

Figures.

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STATUS`finito.
TAGGED TO` hayes, bby
ATTIRE` audrey
CREDITS` format inspired by all the vside lovelies<333 graphics by me
LYRICS` "dammit" by blink 182
NOTES` ended a little weirdly, one of those few unaudros moments. awkward. =]

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