who.the.f/ck.are.you?

[kenzie.frikin.rain]

dawn mccall everest

Mum said going to the party was going to get me into trouble. Malice, my best friend and the girl who had invited my sister and me, wasn’t one of Mum’s favorites of my friends. Malice seemed to get in trouble a lot more often then anyone I knew and well, I was always with her. Although I knew Mal would invite me, inviting my twin sister was a complete different thing. Blake, though she loved partying and drinking just as much as I did, was a bit shyer. I liked dancing, flirting, and acting like a complete bitch. And my sister liked smiling awkwardly, kissing guys when she was drunk, and pretending like she was an angel.

That night I had dressed in a pretty random dress that was all over purple except for the skirt and the boobs which were covered in a ton of random lines of colors. My red hair was teased and my makeup was exotic. I looked freaking sexy. And boy did the guys around me notice. I could feel their eyes on me as I pulled Malice out on the dance floor and began to move to the beat with her. The music was techno, not that I minded. Everything with a beat was great when you were trying to get fucked up.

“Hey Mal,” I yelled over the music, moving my hips with hers. I felt her breath on my neck and she answered me, her words slurred with intoxication, “Give me your damn drink!” I yell, taking it from her hands without her realizing it. After that, I moved away from her, letting her dance with some horny guy. I took a huge gulp of the bottle of alcohol she had given me and stumbled over to my sister, handing it to her. “You gonna dance, Blake?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

[Siren Lucas Torres]

Going to a party with Dawn was always like someone was taking a whole load of their crap and dumping it over my head. It was just another night that I had to spend coming up with excuses and pretend to like people I didn't know. Sure, I had a party whore inside me too, but right now it was telling me that I wasn't drunk enough for this and the song wasn't good enough. I agreed with it.

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

I just wanted to go home to my computer and a glass of wine. Valentine's Day was coming up anyway, and I didn't want to be spending my precious time at a pathetic party when I could be finding a date or at least friends to have a lonely, broken-hearted get-together with.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

I wasn't even dressed for the occasion. Dawn was always going to be the more fashionable twin, and I could totally accept that most of the time. But tonight I just looked like suburban garbage with my little make-up that was running with sweat and my plain low-cut tank-top and messy hair. It wasn't even a sexy messy.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

I lost sight of my sister pretty quickly and began to wander off into the crowd, bouncing up and down to the beat whenever someone stared. I figured I might as well give 'em a show to screw with their heads and hormones a bit. It wasn't like I cared what they thought. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached a corner where the lights weren't as bright and there wasn't as much noise. My eyes silently judged people as I stood alone, bouncing on occasion for good measure, and clicked my tongue with the music.

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

[allison nicole moore]

tony andrew

they call me heartbreaker

"Can I borrow some money?" I asked, leaning against the counter, my converse kicks crossed. My hot-headed sister glanced up, her fingers tumbling over the contents of her purse. She turned away, taking her wallet with her. But not to give me money. So I wouldn't steal. Because I would. She scowled, her gray eyes burning. "You asked me for money yesterday," she said, obviously irritated. I growled with impatience. "I told you, I got jumped."

Her hands slam down on the counter. "Well, that's what you get for messin' around with those guys! You are going to get in trouble. Killed, even." As girl's are, with their emotions always out of check, she tossed some bills at me, the paper twisting and fluttering. "Fine. Just get out of here." Her eyes were still burning, and I wondered if she was going to cry.

I didn't stay long enough to find out.

When my father died, he left a large trust fund to us two kids. But Charlotte, my sister, never let me even drool over it. I suppose she was right. It'd be gone by now from gambling and taking girls home and spending the money on booze. She let me buy a car, however. The new 2010 Camaro. You know, the one from Transformers, only black.

The paint job was new. Week old new. The city lights glanced dizzily off the spotless exterior like stars. The leather seats still smelled faintly of perfume from the last girl. Rosemary or jasmine. A nice flower smell. I didn't care enough to find out.

After parking, the bouncer hardly gave me a second glance as I passed through. He knew me well enough to know that I spent plenty of money here, and he shouldn't complain. I headed straight for the bar, the bass speakers pounding in my ear drums. I slapped a couple bills down on the counter. "Vodka."

I took a quick gulp, and another. My throat burned, but I continued drinking. I could get used to this. I hung around the bar for about an hour. I guess it was a long time, but it didn't seem so. My foot tapped to the music as I downed three Vodka bottles. My mind buzzed impatiently, my fingers itched for action. I slipped onto the dance floor and immediately grabbed a spinning girl around the waist, pulling her into my chest.

"Hey," I panted, feeling her own breasts heave against me. I held her tight. "I'm Tony."

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oc; you can decide which twin i grabbed. haha what if he got confused between the two

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[kenzie.frikin.rain]

A few seconds after I had asked Blake if she was going to dance I took off, basically being pushed all the way to the bar. Once I reached it I looked up at Chris, the bartender, and laughed, "Are they allowed to have parties like this in hotels?" He laughed too and shook his head before shrugging. "Yeah well," I thought about what I should drink, "Just give me a beer on tap, yeh?" He nodded and walked off.

I turned around and watched the crowd, catching one guys eye and winking at him before turning back to the counter to see Chris, sliding the beer over to me. "Thanks Chris!" I gave him one of my winning smiles and just as I was about to live he pointed out my sister and a smoking hot guy in the crowd. Together. "Well, well, well...." For a second I was about to leave them be, but then I thought it'd be fun to mess with him. "Thanks again, Chris." I said before taking a huge gulp of the beer and walking towards them.

I walked up, again basically stumbling because of the amount of people dancing. For a moment I just watched them. They were very close and after a second it pissed me off. I can't say Blake's ugly because she does, as much I hate to admit it, look alike like me. But I was the one with bigger boobs and well, I was the better dancer and flirter. She got the geeks, I got the babes. And this boy? Well, he was a babe.

I grinned and stepped up behind him, ripping him away from my sister and pulling him up to me. My left arm snaked up around his neck, keeping him focus on me. My right hand held my glass, but I had lifted it while I grinded into the boy. I pressed my body against his, bending my legs and straightening them again as I danced against him. Soon my left hand guided his face to mine and I pressed a kiss onto his lips, pulling away before any tongue could be used.