you broke all your promises|malice

[caden oliver hadley]

Cade walked into the coffee shop, a messenger bag containing an old laptop, a pad of paper, and some pens slung over his shoulder. Typically, he avoided places like this; popular places full of people. He didn't really do well with people and tried to avoid them. He kept his head low with his shaggy hair covering a good portion of his face, ignoring the admiring glances he was getting from girls. It happened a lot. He tried to keep attention away from himself. Hell, he was wearing an old pair of faded jeans and a worn t-shirt, but people still looked at him. But being in this place was worth it. Cade wasn't sure what kept drawing him to this place. Maybe it was the dim lighting and the mysterious feel, or the burning incense mixing with the aroma of fresh brewed coffee, or the overstuffed and mismatched furniture. But whatever it was, it made Cade feel relaxed.

He walked up to the counter, standing in line behind two other people and staring at the menu choices above him. There were so many different choices and they all had unusual names. Some of them barely even made sense. He didn't even know what to chose when it was his turn at the counter. Cade continued to look at the board until the barista cleared in throat in an annoyed gesture. "I'll take the..." Cade stopped, looking for a cold drink. "Iced chai tea? Oh, and a sandwich." He picked one at random and placed it on the counter while reaching in his pocket to get out money. After he paid an outrageous amount for a sandwich and a drink, he found a worn chair in one of the darker corners of the shop and chose it as his.

Cade pulled out his ancient laptop, turning in on and allowing it to go through its lengthy start-up process. While he waited, he grabbed the paper and a pen too, scratching out a melody that had been stuck in his head. It was hard to do without his guitar though. It was so much easier when Cade could hear what he was trying to write. His order sat untouched as he tapped the pen against the table. In the end, it didn't sound right and Cade ripped the paper off the pad and crumbled it in a moment of frustration. He was never going to finish a song.

[malice amilee turner]

I was never the same.

A redhead rushed into the coffee sop, tying on her apron in the process. "You're late, Mal!" shouted one girl that was working on a latte behind the counter. The girl turned on her heel and handed the drink to some old woman who smiled and walked out of the shop. Seeing as how there was no one else waiting to order the girl tugged off her hat, pulled out her ponytail, and tossed the hat to Malice who caught it with ease. "Where were you anyway?" The other girl asked, running a hand through her hair.

"Some jerk tried to run me down; it took me a while to lose him." Mal shrugged, tying up her hair and slipping on the hat. The other girl gave her a look that said, 'again?' Malice just grinned, "Yeah, yeah I know: That motorcycle is going to get you killed! Erin, I've been riding motorcycles since I was, like, six." Erin just rolled her eyes and walked out of the shop. "See yuh!" the redhead called after her, a mischievous smile curving on her lips.

ooc;; my first post was deleted; sorries

[caden oliver hadley]

The guy then began to scrawl more notes onto the paper, the writing looking hurried and messy compared to his typically neat penmanship. Again, he tore the paper off. Instead, Cade turned back to his laptop, which had finally gone to the welcome page, and pulled out his iPod. Maybe he could get inspiration from some of his favorite musicians. A song from My Chemical Romance began blaring from the headphones, blocking out all other sounds and distractions. He began to play the chords with his fingers, running over imaginary frets. But of course, it wasn’t the same as the real thing. His fingers itched to feel the familiar strings and Cade wished he had brought his guitar with him. Even if he had though, he wouldn’t be able to play it in the coffee shop without disturbing the other patrons and attracting attention to him. If Cade wanted to write anything, his best bet would be to leave the shop and play his guitar back at the hotel he was staying at. But the coffee shop offered reliable wifi, something the hotel didn’t have, and Cade hadn’t checked his emails for weeks. Not that there would be much; there rarely was. Cade didn’t talk to anyone. Ever. But he checked it all the same. And, just as he thought, he had two emails. One was a junk email from a website he had signed up at a while back, the other one was an email about an apartment he had been looking at. He ended up deleting both without reading, figuring out a day or two ago that the apartment was too expensive for him.

Cade sighed and started to shut down his computer. No point in letting the battery die. His iPod had played through a few songs before he began to pay attention to it again. This time a Three Days Grace song played in his ears. He started to pick at his food finally, realizing that the drink was room temperature (no longer “iced”) but still delicious and that the sandwich would probably be better with hot peppers. It was still the best meal he’d had all day. As Cade stood up to throw out his trash, he noticed a change in the baristas at the counter. The one who had seemed annoyed with him was leaving, being replaced by a redhead girl. It wasn’t until he turned back from the trash can that he realized it was her.

‘No, anyone but her,’ he thought, panicking. ‘What is she doing all the way out here? In the same stupid small town as me? What are the chances?’ Cade hastily made his way back to his chair, ignoring everything around him with one objective; get out of here before she saw him. Cade shoved his laptop and the pad of paper back into his bag, not caring how they landed once in the bag. His pen stayed on the table, looking abandoned in the otherwise clean area. Cade kept his head down, his hair almost artfully covering his face as he made a beeline for the exit.

ooc// So I was thinking that at one point in one of Cade's many foster homes, he had actually made a friend (Malice) only to have something horrible happen between them and neither of them are happy because they both blame the other person. I don't know...what do you think?

[malice amilee turner]

As one guy got up to throw something away, another customer came in with a brilliant smile on his face. The perfect customer; a smile, a nice bod, stunningly handsome. Too bad Malice was too busy staring, wide eyed in shock, at the one who had got up to throw away trash. "Hey, wow, I've never seen you here before... new worker?" He flash the redhead a charming grin, leaning against the counter and searching the menu. "Y'know, my name is Matt." Mal glanced over at the guy who was packing up in a hurry, clearly he had spotted her as well. And so the teenage girl was left with a decision: Flirt with the hot guy she'd probably never see again or, go after the boy of her past. As the shaggy haired teen started for the door Mal exhaled, making the choice.

She gave Matt a smile, slipping her hand into his for a moment and giving it a gentle squeeze, "Hold that thought, will you?" She gave Matt a flirty smile before sliding over the counter and landing next to him. She slid past Matt and rushed to the door, easily stepping in front of the retreating male. "Leaving without saying 'hi'? Now that's not the boy I once knew." The redhead spat heatedly, her eyes flaring up with anger of the memories of what had happened. Sure, it had been years since she had last seen him, but the pain was still there. The teenage girl placed her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow, "What are you doing here, Cade?" She asked icily, cocking her hip out. (Which, of course, caught the attention of Matt who was still checking her out.)

Everyone in the town knew who Malice was; The model. When she first moved to the stupid down at fourteen. Her mother also signed her up for acting, singing, dancing, and everything else Hollywood. Malice was the best at what she did, which just happened to be everything. Every guy in town wanted a piece of her. No one had ever gotten close enough to get anything; why? Because of the guy standing in front of her. Cade.

ooc;; how about they got kidnapped and mal ran away to get help but cade thought she just ran and left him and so when they found him he hated her and she was sad cause she saved him but he didnt know. O; Too over dramatic?

[caden oliver hadley]

Cade should have stuck to big cities. It was his plan originally. How easy was it to get lost in a city with thousands of inhabitants? Besides, in a huge city like that, no one took the time to get to know you, to talk. But of course, he got sidetracked and ended up in Daeland. Cade thought that if he kept an impassive and impersonal air around him, people would leave him be and he’d be able to make a life here, since he was never too fond of large cities anyway. It had even started to work. Minus a few incidents, Cade’s plan was running smoothly. He was so optimistic about it that he had begun to look at a permanent place to live and a possible job.

So when he ran into Mal, he could sense that fragile world that he had so carefully built shatter around him, the pieces tinkling like broken glass. Cade could literally feel the gears in his mind freeze, trying to make sense of her being here and how he should react. They had been best friends when they were younger, emphasis on the “had”. She had left him when he needed her most, and there really wasn’t a way to fix that, to repair things between them and make their relationship functional again.

The boy with the shaggy hair quickly slipped into an emotionless facade, refusing to allow the redhead to see how much inner turmoil she caused him. He let a bitter smirk slide onto his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. The clear blue-green eyes just looked blank. “I’m not him anymore.” The tone of voice didn’t match the smirk. It wasn't mocking or rude or condescending, but said like a sad fact. “I could ask you the same question. What are you doing in a small town like this, Mally?” Cade’s tongue slipped, his old nickname for Malice rolling off it easily. At least, she had never liked the nickname. Hopefully she’d think it was an attempt to annoy her and not a mistake on Cade’s part.


ooc// What if Cade was in a bad foster home where his foster parents abused him. Mal witnessed it once, but ran away when Cade asked for help. She really ran to her parents, who called the police/she went to the police herself. Everything happened so fast that Cade and Mal never saw each other and Mal never explained, leaving Cade to think that she had just run out? Maybe that's why Mal's family moved to Daeland (to get away from the incident)?