' ' mister sandman !

[andrea kathrine warren]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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Andrea was watching the clock tick, completely disappointed that it wasn’t ten thirty yet. Sure she could have left a really long time ago, but it just wasn’t as fun until everyone started showing up really drunk. Andrea had been doing midnight runs to burger king for as long as she could remember, it was a tradition that her and an old… friend had started a while back. Well her old friend was her ex boyfriend, but it didn’t make much of a difference. Andrea’s expression immediately turned dark as she thought of him Griffin/Cohen/whatever he was called now was in Hilo. He was living here, and she didn’t know why. All she had wanted was him out of her life, and now that he was back, she was having a hard time figuring it out again. She had been so sure the past year, but now that she had seen him, he looked so… good. Like always, really but even for a guy cleaning sloth crap out of a cage, he had looked damn good. Andrea cursed herself for still thinking he was good looking, but she couldn’t really help it. He always had been that way, so it wasn’t really her fault exactly.

Andrea had run that day over and over again in her head, trying to find something that would make her feel better about it. She hadn’t wanted to see him, she wasn’t expecting to either. So the fact that she was unprepared for her reunion with her pushy ex, made her all the more self conscious. Not that she gave a rats ass what she looked like, but she would rather look damn good than, well, damn not good. She let out a sigh, she had been trying to push the thoughts out of her head all day, but it was hard. Glancing over at the clock again, she deemed it late enough to go to Burger King and see all the drunk people pass through while enjoying a meal of gross chicken nuggets and fries. Never once, had Andrea ordered a burger from there. It was just too contradictory. And they had to be like, really good, right? Because if they weren’t from a place called burger king, there would be a problem. Andrea was that kind of a person, and it sucked. The girl picked up her bag, grumbling something to herself about fast food resturaunts before she headed out the door, keys in hand.

It only took a few minutes to get to the burger king off campus. There was one on campus, but it just wasn’t as fun because there were usual police officers making sure that minors didn’t stumble in drunk with a creeper feeling them up. She pulled into the burger king, smiling as her watch hit ten forty five. This was usual when the pathetic people came in, because they were the ones who had been drinking since seven, who had no lives. She watched a woman stumble in, gurgling a little. She looked on the verge of puking already, gross. Andrea ordered her usual meal of chicken nuggets and French fries, throwing a milkshake in there just for fun. Living on the edge Andrea, living on the edge. She chowed down for a minute or so, absent mindedly watching the people come in and out. People watching was something she really liked to do, no matter how weird it was that she just stared at random people all the time.

It was something Andrea did when her own life was out of control. She wouldn’t control anything, just watch other people and their lives spiraling out of control. It was comforting in a really sick way. Andrea munched at her fries, dipping them in her ketchup as her eyes wandered all over the place for no reason. The people were actually looking at her funny, but that was probably because she’d been there a half hour and all she’d done was eat and laugh at people. At around eleven fifteen, andrea got up and ordered a second round of food, getting another milkshake too. She felt a little sick, but hanging out in burger king all night just so happened to be the only thing she had to do. How pathetic.


status ! doneee
word count ! 714 ew
tags ! griffin cohen sexycer
outfit ! nada... haha
notes ! i suck ass at opening posts, you know this. but they get better, promiisee!
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0

[griffin cohen whittaker]

late night runs were part of griffin's every day life. growing up, he had had people waiting on him, hand and foot, cooking every little thing he asked for. but now that he was on his own... he found that he couldn't cook anything past burnt food. hell, even pre made food seemed to go wrong for him. and he hated fast food, but he had recently learned that he had to deal. therefore, burger king was on tonight's menu. ew. why did his taste buds have to be ruined by this greasy shit? usually, when he thought of the people that ate here, people that looked like that guy off of 'supersize me' came to mind. yep, a movie had ruined his idea of people that ate at a fast food restaraunt.

he had opted walking, not wanting to be pulled over by a cop for drunk and wreckless driving. that, and he was underage. that would end the night on a high note, surely. he didn't want to be spending the night with some random guy who wanted some of him. oh, hell no. he was worth more than that. his choice, had been to simply walk to the local burger king. he didn't need to lose weight, but he just felt like walking. he had gathered some quick stuff before leaving his dorm, and then he was off down the street. it didn't take much to realize just how drunk he really was. he wasn't wasted, by any means. if anything, it could probably be considered a little past a buzz. he always hated waking up with nasty ass hangovers, so he usually tried his best to actually avoid that.

flicking open his phone, and then closing it, griffin stared at it as if he were to receive a text of some sort. although there were no chances of this. he barely knew anyone from here, and the people he did know, didn't like him... unless they were a girl that he had talked to, previously. however, he wasn't interested in their shit. he was to fixated on andrea. the person that he didn't want getting to him, had got to him. griffin had promised himself, that he'd make her fall. but this was inevitable. flipping his phone shut for the final time, he glanced up at some people that stood near him, not realizing that they were staring pretty damn hard at him. he probably had hints of beer on him, not making the scent too strong. he hated the smell of that damn alcohol. it was revolting, and was so sloppy.

turning one last time, he shoved through the doors and made his way to the front of the burger king. he was so occupied on ordering something to cure his growling stomach, he failed to notice his ex. after asking for several items, that consisted of cheese sticks, fries, a pepsi, a chicken sandwhich, and chicken nuggets, he turned. griffin's brown eyes just stared down, until he seen some people staring at a girl. he couldn't help but snicker at the fact that she was so alone. oh, he'd be able to have her melting at the sight of him, if he so much as tried. but upon further inspection, he felt his breath hitch. fuck him sideways, it was andrea. again. what the hell. was she psychic, but never told him? oh god, he couldn't help but walk over to her.

he knew that he shouldn't have approached her like this. yet, griffin couldn't help it. he was a player. a jerk. and quite cocky. he loved to approach her, and hassle her. just to see if he could have some sign, that andrea was still attracted to him. hands in the back of his pants pocket, he stopped near her. "i think it should be illegal for us to have these run-ins, so often." he smirked, staring down at her, and then at the greasy food she was eating. ew. yet, he was eating it, too. which made his stomach turn, and want to reject any food that went in it.

[ ewh. this blows. but i'm falling asleep ! lmao ! ]

[andrea kathrine warren]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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Somehow, this was getting boring. Who would have thought, eating gross fattening food and watching people stumble in and out of a place drunk wasn’t all that entertaining after all! It would only be fun if someone she knew randomly came in, and that wasn’t happening because she really didn’t know anyone on campus. Her roommate was annoying as shit, Andrea didn’t like her at all. As soon as she’d moved here from back home, she’d really shielded herself, more than usual anyway. Andrea was never the kind of girl to be bubbly and stupid, so she stuck with the sarcasm, because it was easier. It wasn’t a crime to try to get through life without using the word ‘like’ more than four times in a sentence, right? And she was doing a damn good job, Andrea was no blonde bimbo. She prided herself on her ability to stand up for herself and not be some moron who got by in life by looks. Andrea knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t a dress up girl. She was the kind of girl who liked to dress up a few times a year to surprise everyone, but no more than that.

Andrea laughed as she thought about being an independent young woman while shoving her face with greasy fat filled fries. Maybe that was why she wasn’t self conscious. She could eat like a pig without giving a shit what people thought of her. Another one of her girlish, charming attributes. Andrea let out a sigh, leaning back and wiping her hands on a napkin in her hands. She listened as the bell rand, signaling another person entering the place. She let out a groan, regretting eating so much. Then her ears perked up, she recognized that voice, and there was tingling in her stomach as he spoke again. She knew who was ordering food before he even got through the first three words. She stared down at her food, her cheeks burning. Why was she reacting this way? She could feel her heart rate pickup as she glanced up, seeing the back of his neck. Jesus, he was fucking hot from the back. And the front and any angle, really. Andy silently cursed herself for letting herself be ruled by her hormones. Her hormones should be saying, ‘hey, here’s the gut that literally stole your virginity and wanted more when you weren’t ready!’ that would have been helpful.

But no, it was saying, ‘fix your hair, he’s turning around’. Damn annoying conscious and its reasonableness. Lucky for her, Andrea’s normal side came in, too. She let out an annoyed sigh as he turned around with that cocky grin, heading right towards her. Did he live to torture her, did he have any idea what he was doing to her? Hopefully not, since she was doing a pretty good job hiding all that from him. She gave a wide, sarcastic smile as he smirked at her, and nodded her head at his comment, her eyes rolling aswell. “Fuck, I know.” She said loudly. A mother with her child glared at her, telling her to watch her language. Andrea rolled her eyes, watching as the mother gave her little ear muffs. “You might as well keep doing that the whole time your hear.” She said back, giving the woman a wink. She scowled. “This little boy is dirty.” Andrea added, pointing up at Griffin. Maybe there was something hidden in that sentence... maybe it was on purpose, too. The mother just got up, moving her kid away. What kind of a mom took their kid out for Burger King in the middle of the night, anyway?

Not any mother that Andrea had. She looked back up at Griffin, with his curly dark hair and smooth face. “Might as well take a seat, huh?” She said, swooshing her hand dramatically over the seat in front of her. It was that or him awkwardly sitting somewhere else in the place, both of them staring. That did no one any good, they’d had staring matches before. She leaned over her food, then caught a whiff of something. Oh jesus, he was buzzed. Andrea looked up, sniffing delicately. Yup, he was. She looked closer at his blazed eyes, chuckling. “What the hell, Griffin?” She mumbled, leaning back in her seat. “Getting drunk and coming to Burger King was always my thing, don’t steal my thunder.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow, just begging for the challenge he would give her.



status ! doneee
word count ! 750
tags ! griffin cohen sexycer
outfit ! nada... haha
notes ! i love them a whoooolleee bunch ronnie. i really do.
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0