No one's got it all. (SABRINA)

[NATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAW]

your social guides give you swollen eyes

but what i've got can't bought so you can just call it

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHAT YOU WANT - - ! Nathan pried the booze out of his mother's hand and tucked her in at the couch she had fallen asleep on. With a sigh, he did it with eyes that wanted so desperately to close. It had already been a long, hot day at work, and here he was, yet again, taking care of his parents. Nathan heard a creek, and turned around to see his father roll up in his wheelchair. A small smile cracked on his face. His father's face was so innocent... how could he be mad? He rolled him to his bedroom on the same level. It had been the guest room, but ever since the wheelchair, he couldn't make it up and down the steep set of stairs. Nathan had to set up the bed so his father wouldn't ruin it if he pees by accident after he had put his dentures away. Manually, he had to carry his dad into the bed, and made sure he was comfortable. A good night kiss, and an I Love You, Nathan checked the alarm beside him to see 10:49pm. Even though his parents had fell asleep and he would usually just enjoy a drink at home, something in Nathan compelled him to go to the bar. He wasn't about to go to Lucky 13, where bands are bound to have their after parties... that would just be torture. Instead, he made his way in the late summer chill to Vixen Bar and Club. It was a little more mainstream, so he didn't really care for the music, but the service was impeccable. Nathan made a beeline for the bar, ignoring the sweet scents of sweat and not allowing the bass influence him. The dance floor was tempting, but a drink was more appealing. Making himself comfortable, he asked the tender for a beer. The cold drink contrasted his hot hand, and he let it bubble in his throat. It felt so comforting, but he knew he could only have a drink or two. The last thing he wanted was to end up like his mother. Around him, he looked at all the happy people dancing and smiling and making conversation. A twang of jealousy ran through him. It had been a while since he had gone out with friends... perhaps tonight would be different. To his left and right, two empty seats. Behind him, the pounding, bright dance floor filled with slightly intoxicated youth having a good time. 409 WORDS , OPEN , POOR NATHAN :C

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[SABRINA JADE LIVINGSTON]

Ceiling. Sabrina stared up at the ceiling, lying down on her funky orange carpet on her apartment floor. Ow! The lights were starting to burn her eyes. Having a staring match with the ceiling was not her best idea. With a groan, she rolled over on her belly and began staring at the phone. Ring! Come on ring baby! she chanted silently in her head. Darn! Why wouldn’t the phone ring?

As if on cue, the phone rang. “Hi mom! Yes I’m fine. Uh huh. No, I don’t think my neighbour will murder me. Send Dad my love. Love you too mommy! Bye!” and the line went dead. In celebration, Sabrina threw the landline on her couch and squealed for the ten thousandth time today. Don’t get it wrong, Sabrina loved her parents to the extreme ends of the world but she was just itching to head down town for time out. She had spent the entire day in the apartment mulling over bills and more bills. Who knew living alone had so much baggage. She needed to get a job. Stat.

The cool late summer air struck her the moment she stepped out of the building. It sent shivers down her spine. She giggled at the funny feeling, before walking up to the street that had the highest concentration of clubs and bars. Some clubs were fun, they played nice boppy music that she could jump to. However some clubs were just sleazy and downright gross. The weird men/boys there were so rude to her. She shuddered at the memory of their stained yellow teeth and their flashy gold jewelry.

Avoiding the bars that had loud thumpy music seeping through the doors, she found herself on a street with more quieter bars. It was not that she didn’t like those bars but her head was still throbbing from all that math and money. Something nice and easy would be ideal for the redhead right now. Sabrina spotted the neon sign of the Vixen bar and club from the opposite side of the street. It would be a nice place to chill and meet new people she thought to herself. Looking right, left and right again, she crossed the street just like her kindergarten teachers taught her. Happy that she did it right, SJ looked at the bar and the deli next to the bar. Ooh! Free samples! she clapped her hands in delight, in memory of her brother's sage advice: never drink on an empty stomach. She walked over to the nice lady and took one. After thanking the lady twice she moved next door to the bar. Sabs popped the sample into her mouth before pushing the door open.

"Mmhmmpfh!!!" She screamed. It was not a real scream because she still had food in her mouth. Hot Hot Hot! Spicy! Spicy! Spicy! She scrambled to the bar almost choking from the spiciness. That red spread must have been some sort of pepper. A hot one at that. The bartender stared at her blankly, unsure of what to make of her 'mmphs' and hysterical waving of her arms. She was going to die of spiciness if she didn't have a drink, any drink! Upon impulse she grabbed the beer out of a dudes hands and gulped it down like wildfire. Relief in her throat washed over her as the last of the spiciness was washed out. "Bleckk" was what she immediately said after coming to her senses. "I hate beer, it's bitter" she made a face and stuck her tongue out. The bartender shook his head amusedly before resuming his duties. Sabrina turned to the person whom beer she had stolen. Uh oh! "Oh hello..." She smiled in an awkwardly cute way, realizing what she had done.

^{STARRING : SABRINA&&NATHAN
WORDS : 545?
NOTES : nadaa
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
BANNER CREDIT : TANA}

[NATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAW]

your social guides give you swollen eyes

but what i've got can't bought so you can just call it

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHAT YOU WANT - - ! With a deep sigh, Nathan tried to release tension in his body... but he quickly regretted the gesture when he got whiff of his own breathe. In a way, Nathan didn't really like the smell of the beer under his nose. It reminded him a lot of his mom, even though she did like to use whiskey as her choice of weapon. He scrunched up his nose a bit in resentment. Why did he like beer again? Whatever, it was cheap and plentiful, unlike some other drinks. After this glass, perhaps he'd get a mixed drink or something. He turned the cold, tall glass once around in right hand, thinking deeply about his life as he always did. Sure, he wanted to abandon his mother and start his own life in music... but how could he do that to his parents? The ones who have been providing for him for years and years. Nathan took a look around the club. People were singing along to the song, dancing, laughing, kissing. It made him sick. How could they enjoy themselves when he was suffering like this? Nathan closed his eyes for a moment and just tried to block out everything. Slowly, he began counting down from 30 in order to calm himself. 30, 29, 28, 27 ... But his thoughts were quickly put to a halt when he heard some kind of animal squeal beside him. Did he hear right? A squeal? Nathan half opened one of his eyes to check out the source of the noise. It was some kind of fiery red head making some weird sounds. His eyes closed again in disinterest. Perhaps if he showed her that he was busy, she'd go away. But as soon as he thought he was out of the clear, someone had snatched the drink right out his hand! THE NERVE! "What the--?" he started, as his eyes snapped open and caught the redhead glug his beer as if the world was going to end right this very moment. What the heck? I guess some ladies didn't wait until a man offers them a drink... Nathan spun a bit in his stool to face the girl with a smirk on his face. He figured that she must have tried one of those spicy samples he saw earlier. Nathan didn't like spicy food so much, and had kindly declined the offer... but this girl didn't seem to be shy about it at all. Nathan tried to think of what to say. It's not everyday that someone would snatch his drink out of his hand and down it as quickly as he had asked for it. "B-buuuh...hi?" his mind was empty like his glass. "It's spicy hey? But I guess that's quite all right... I was going to get a different drink anyway." Nathan had a lot of patience, grown from taking care of his parents. The last thing he was going to do was throw a temper like his mother when someone took his liquor. He signalled toward the bartender, who too, was a little confused at the girl. Ah, well. Hunter Square usually did bring in an unusual crowd didn't it? "A Guinness please?" Nathan said it with no emotion as he swivelled back into his regular position, as if nothing happened. Besides. He was used to women taking his booze. 559 WORDS , SABRINA , LOL!

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[SABRINA JADE LIVINGSTON]

Embarrassment. Sabby’s cheeks were turning almost as red as her hair. He was good looking. Oh my cheese! I just stole a good looking guy’s beer. New record sabs! she scolded herself. It wasn’t her fault the bartender couldn’t understand sign language, although waving your arms are not considered quality sign language. It’s actually just plain bad manners and her parents raised her better than that. Good behavior was always rewarded in the Livingston household and bad behavior not so much. Her mom went nuts when she saw her hair color, ‘anyone with that hair color has psychological issues’. She remembered clearly how hysterical her mother was. Looking back that was actually a funny situation but it didn’t seem very funny back then.

Anyhoo, back to the matter at hand. Sabrina Livingston was faced with the toughest decision of her life. (not really but to her yes it was hard) Does she keep acting like the crazy chick he probably think she is or go super apologetic on him. Let’s do both she concluded silently. Standing at 5’3” (158cm) she was a pixie compared to his height. Sitting herself on the barstool so that she would be level with him, she turned to face him. Yet, she spun a little too quickly and the stool went round and round. After two rounds she steadied herself by grabbing the counter quickly. Sabby giggled, that was fun. Looking at the smirk on his face, she was baffled. “Hey! What so funny about this?” she asked indignantly before realizing that she was at fault here. Oops point stranger for this round.

Her signature innocent happy smile reappeared on her face again. Hey he didn’t seem that mean, at least he said hi back. “No chizz stranger” she said, replying to his spicy comment. “That thing was beyond spicy it should be made illegal!” she declared, trying to look angry by slamming her fist on the table but failed miserably. It ended up looking more comical than her intended outcome.

Well, what’s done is done. Sabby told herself, the anger dissipating from her system. She swirled around on the barstool one more time, “Wheee”. It was fun. She made a mental reminded to try to get one on sale for her apartment. She stopped spinning when she heard him order a Guinness. “Oh no! It’s on me.” She told the bartender, swatting the stranger’s outstretched hand (the one used to signal) away. “Oh and a martini. Easy on the salt. Thank you!”

“So I’m Sabrina! You are?”

Looking back at the stranger who was strangely indifferent. This is odd, most people would be freaking out at her right now or screaming at her to leave. Impulsively, she poked his arm. “Aren’t you mad at me?” she asked curiously, “do you feel like hitting me?”. After saying that, she shook her head wildly and raised up her arms defensively, “Not that I want you to hit me…Please don’t hit me. You can’t hit girls! Can you?”[/colot] She babbled on. Great now he was going to hit her, or so she thought. You couldn’t blame her, he didn’t look like the friendly type. And in HS, there was only the friendly and unfriendly so Sabby could do the math.

^{STARRING : SABRINA&&NATHAN
WORDS : 546?
NOTES : ndaaa
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
BANNER CREDIT : TANA}

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[NATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAW]

your social guides give you swollen eyes

but what i've got can't bought so you can just call it

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHAT YOU WANT - - ! A scoff escaped Nathan as he blinked twice. Was he really drunk or something? Was the girl beside him spinning in her stool? Huh, didn't know this place allowed kids. Nathan had to admit, it was kind of cute... but still. It wasn't everyday you'd see it. "Yeah, does look like fun." he said sarcastically before looking away again. His had was swatted away by her too, when she offered to pay for the drink. Nathan supposed that'd be okay, since she did down his beer. "All right if you insist..." his voice trailed off and he shrugged a bit. Nathan turned his body to face her. It would be rude to half-heartedly introduce himself... and besides, he's been acting incredibly lifeless compared to her. Was he dead inside? NAAAH. "I'm Nathan. Nice to meet you, and thanks so much for taking my beer." he offered his hand in a shake. Quite formal, yes. But who cares? "With a pretty face like yours, I can see how you can get away with it." he gave him a half-smile for it to be only interrupted by the bartender who had brought their drinks. He signalled 'excuse me' toward Sabrina and momentarily grabbed his Guinness from him. He liked the little candy ball inside the can and how sweet the thing was. It was a little heavier than what he drank at night, but he didn't really care at this moment. Nathan supposed he'd pay for the consequences in the morning. For now, he'd enjoy the show. After a large swig of his drink, he listened to her question. Sure, he could be mad... but he wasn't the kind to. Besides, it was just a beer right? He laughed a bit at the thought of hitting her. How ridiculous. He would never! "Haha, God no! I wouldn't hit you." He took another satisfying sip of his drink, "And naw, I'm not mad. In fact, a little relieved. You gave me an excuse to get a new drink." A smile appeared on his face and he raised his glass toward her. "Cheers." 317 WORDS , SABRINA , HE'LL BE MORE ANNOYED L8TR!

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[SABRINA JADE LIVINGSTON]

”Trust me! It isn’t!” Sabrina nodded seriously, utterly oblivious to his sarcasm. Boy was he looking away a lot. When he agreed, Sabs clapped her hands happily, ”Fantastic! I was afraid I wouldn’t meet anyone tonight!” she declared happily. It never did occur to her that buying him his drink back did not mean she was able to hang with him for the rest of the night. Of course it would not, the girl did not know the meaning of ‘no I don’t want to be friends’.

In fact, she was further encouraged by the fact that he replied. After all, she had gotten much colder replies than the half-hearted treatment she was giving him. ”Your welcome!” she giggled. Sabby found his sarcasm funny and his weird mannerisms amusing. She shook his hand eagerly, with a little too much shake into it. Aww he seems so nice and friendly she gushed internally. They need more people like this in HS. Sabby smiled giddly at his comment, ”Aww thank you! It’s the first time I’ve ever done something like that”. With that she handed the bar tender her card to pay for the drinks. She wasn’t going to call for a second round anyway, getting drunk just wasn’t her thing. Besides she was already high enough.

As he drank his Guinness, she picked up her martini. She liked the taste of it but not enough to get addicted. It was fun, exploring different cocktails. Some were spicy, some were sweet, some were salty and others are just a mix of the three. She loved the tricks that the bartenders played behind the bar, it was so entertaining, like magic. She made a mental note to herself to befriend a bartender. It would be nice to give bartending a shot, it sounded like oodles of fun.

”Phew!” she sighed, dropping her hands down unto her lap. She wasn’t going to get in trouble! In celebration, she drank her martini again and it tasted better than ever. He laughed! Maybe he’s not as scary as I thought he was. Sabby bounced up and down in her seat at the thought of that. That alone was actually enough for Sabs to call him a friend. Yes a friend. She had made a new friend and he was nice. Not like some of the males here who were trying so hard to be badass rock stars.

”Aww that’s so nice of you. I’m going to call you NICE NATHAN!” she announced, “Wait! No! can I call you Nate? GREAT NATE? Yay I like that.” She rambled on, mind still whirring with possible nicknames. She loved thinking up nicknames for people, it was fun and it made people feel loved. I mean she loved it when people called her by her nickname. Nickname. Haha what a weird word. I wonder why Nick? Why not Mary? Maryname. she mused before giggling at that thought. “Oh and friend! You can call me Sabby or Brina” she told him, spinning on more time in her chair

^{STARRING : SABRINA&&NATHAN
WORDS : 545?
NOTES : awesome! love the way this is going
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
BANNER CREDIT : TANA}

[NATHAN CHRISTOPHER SHAW]

your social guides give you swollen eyes

but what i've got can't bought so you can just call it

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHAT YOU WANT - - ! Buuuhhhhhh... she seemed to talk FOREVER. It's not like he wasn't used to long talkers.. I mean, his dad was one before his accident. It's just that... the way she talked was a little irritating. Nathan suddenly regretted being so friendly. Inside, he swore and scolded at himself. Just because he was patient, didn't mean he was irritable. He thought he was pretty good at hiding his annoyance, but Sabrina was pushing it. Oh sure, he totally wanted to be friends! She was a pretty girl, and probably had a lot of friends around Hunter Square... but it didn't really seem worth it. She was a perfectly grown up girl, capable of living by herself and here she was spinning aimlessly in her chair like some kind of idiot. And she just had a Martini... He was a little hesitant with the insistence nicknames. Many called him Nate... but that really was for close friends. And it wasn't something he necessarily want to encourage... but she did seem to be really excited about it. Something inside him allowed her, "Uhh... sure. I guess." he nodded once and returned to his initial, solitary position, facing the bar. She didn't seem all that ... manageable. But something in Nathan ate him up inside. Not even looking at her made him feel guilty for leaving her alone. "Um. Listen--Sabrina... it was really nice to meet you..." Nathan finished up the rest of his well deserved Guinness and was slowly making his way out of the stool. His intent was to leave quickly as soon as she was out of site. This wasn't exactly what he signed up for. Nathan hoped with all his heart that she didn't ask him to dance, or sit down for another drink or worse... to talk. He could nearly feel the wooden floor boards of his house under his feet! Oh, he was so close. 349 WORDS , SABRINA , HE'LL BE MORE ANNOYED L8TR!

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