There’s a party on the rooftop -- (Simon)

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

It’s been a really really messed up week;
(Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter)

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Quinn Vanderson was throwing a party. Unusual, Chey had thought, the girl was extremely innocent and quiet; but who was she to pass up a good time? Plus Jake had agreed to give her a ride, which was the only real thing stopping her. After a long, confusing day, Cheyenne felt the need to run to the nearest party and let it all out.

"Hey, Jake, I'll find you later, 'kay?" She had said, leaving her friend to the surprisingly busy crowd in Quinn's party. She grabbed a cup with a strong smelling liquid inside it, but she was still riding a high from earlier, so she barely sipped at it.

What am I doing here? She thought, about to flop down on a couch, but changed her mind when she saw it was mostly taken by a boy and girl, fully engaged in a make out session each other.

There's so many couples, was her only prominent thought.

She never really concerned herself with relationships, but for once, she wished she was the girl with the guy looking at her with hunger in his eyes. She wanted to be pressed up against another human being, swaying with the music. Cheyenne Kingsleigh wanted a man.

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And my girlfriend went and cheated on me;
(She’s a California dime, but it’s time for me to quit her)

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Tagged: Simon c:
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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon had been to so many parties in the last few weeks, he barely remembered where they'd been or who'd been there. He knew for a fact that none of them had been at Quinn Vanderson's house. Parties just didn't happen there. Until now, apparently.

He was down for it, though. There was supposedly liquor, so he would check it out, get a good buzz and then head back to his dorm. He was really expecting many "fine honies" to show up- at least not ones that were single. It seemed like everyone was in a relationship, or getting into one.

Damn, guys, it's just college, he'd thought. But people didn't seem to get it like Simon did. Oh well. If there did happen to be any hot single chicks, he'd probably just slide 'em on back to his dorm with him. Or hell, do 'em in one of those spare rooms Quinn had been talking about.

He just needed to get there first. He'd taken a cab, of course. Simon knew that he'd need a license sooner or later, but he was being really lazy about heading to the dmv. So, cabs cut it for now.

Strolling up to the front door and entering with a surprising mass of other arrivals he looked around. It seemed people didn't give a fuck where the party was or who was throwing it, as long as there was enough alcohol to go around.

He pushed through a group of people to get to the kitchen and filled his plastic cup up with some tequila. This had been a pretty good idea, actually. Now he just needed somewhere to sit or someone to chat up. He spotted Cheyenne standing awkwardly off to the side of the couch where a couple was going at it.

Smirking to himself, he approached her,
"They'd probably let you join if you asked nicely enough." He teased before taking a swig from his cup.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

It’s been a really really messed up week;
(Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter)

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Wrapped up in her thoughts, Cheyenne didn't notice Simon walking up to her, and nearly jumped out of her skin when he spoke to her. Her fingers, trembling with the drugs that pulsed through her veins, almost released the cup she was gripping. Almost.

"Oh, Simon, you scared the shit outta me," She breathed a sigh of relief, eyed him, and shifted her gaze back to the couple.

"You're funny, I don't want any part of that," She shrugged, looking closer at the pair. The girl wasn't bad looking, and the boy was very fit. Maybe she did want to-No, that was just Simon putting ideas in her head.

She dared a glance at Simon; he seemed to be alone, no bimbo attached to him like a parasite, and apparently he was in a good mood. That may have had something to do with his own plastic cup that matched the one Chey held uneasily.

Simon.

Her weed must have been laced with something incredible, because the dark-haired boy was starting to look very appetizing. With a split second decision, she realized this was not a time for thinking. It was a time for action.

"Hey, uh," She hesitated. "Simon, can we go somewhere quieter? I wanna tell you something," God she sounded pathetic. Not unlike most of the whores that fell into his lap. She didn't have bleach blonde hair and a fake tan, but that was just about the only difference, that and a few brain cells more on her part. Cheyenne didn't want to be a whore, but right now, being a lesbian wasn't cutting it.

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And my girlfriend went and cheated on me;
(She’s a California dime, but it’s time for me to quit her)

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Tagged: Simon c:
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Notes:(THIS IS SHIT. SORRY.)

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Raising a brow as she almost jumped out of her skin, he took a step away as if something would set her off and she would go into attack mode. He was probably being paranoid, and that was probably thanks to the joint he'd had earlier, but still. He was not looking to acquire another broken nose anytime soon. Finally relaxing when he saw that she was just hopped up on a few drugs of her own, he smirked.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, glancing back over to the couple, who had now switched positions and were attempting to stay on the couch. Chuckling a bit to himself before he turned his eyes back up to her, his brow raised once more, again suspicious.

A quiet place for her to tell him something? What, so she could shove a pillow over his face and silence him for good? Or was that just the marijuana talking. Biting into his lip as if it would help to guide his thoughts, he finally decided he was too curious about what she was going to say to turn her down.

"Somewhere quieter? Uhm...okay." He shrugged, taking another large sip of tequila as if to help him be more confident in his decision to trust the chick who'd once slammed her fist into his face at a frat party.

This totally wasn't going to come back to haunt him. Not at all.
"Lead the way." He gestured, showing that he'd follow. And he probably would. Probably.

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Tagged: Chey~
Note: Get it Cheyyy, get iiiit c;

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

It’s been a really really messed up week;
(Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter)

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Women couldn't do what men could. The plastic substitutes made Chey feel weird and uncomfortable, and though she wouldn't be very quick to admit it, but she loved sex. With men. She'd only been with three or four guys in her lifetime, but each had made her experience more pleasure than any female she'd been with put together. "If only you were straight," one had whispered in her ear.

If only, right? She could have a fling, one night only, and no one had to hear about it. It could be her little secret, one just for her and the male she chose, which happened to be Simon at this moment.

There were spare bedrooms, Chey knew that much. The party goers were welcomed to them, Quinn had said, trying to be an accommodating hostess. Cheyenne was warming up to Quinn very quickly. A party with alcohol and a place for Chey to settle her hormones with the company of a man. No strings attached.

"Come on," She grabbed Simon's arm gently, guiding him through the crowd and up the staircase. She passed the first few doors without so much as a glance, knowing they'd be the first to be filled with drunken hookups, and found an empty bedroom a little farther down the hall.

Pulling him in and shutting the door behind her, Chey turned to face him.

"You...confuse me," She stated plainly. "All I can think about is...is...men! Since I met you," Chey didn't say the other part she'd been thinking, which was something along the lines of, "What the hell did you do to me to make me want you this bad?"

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And my girlfriend went and cheated on me;
(She’s a California dime, but it’s time for me to quit her)

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Tagged: Simon c:
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Notes:(TAKE THE BAIT.)

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon was starting to rethink his decision to go with her as he was being pulled through the crowd (barely pulled). He was high enough enough to where the small amount of weight she was putting into pulling him felt like he was being dragged along.

Glancing at the rooms she pulled him past and seeing the couples fully engaged in their own little moments, he turned to see where she'd finally stop with him. Once inside a room with the door closed behind them, he got ready to shield his face. He wasn't sure what he'd done, or when, but he knew he was about to get hit again. That was, at least, what he'd thought until she actually spoke.

Dropping the hand that had been in front of his face back down to his side in confusion, he blinked in his bewilderment.

"Since you met me...?" He repeated slowly, "You mean, ...since you punched me in the face for talking shit about you..." He said blankly, blinking again and then shaking his head because he still didn't understand what was going on.

"Wait, what. Okay. Wait. I thought you were...-? Aren't you into chicks, though?" He scratched the back of his head as if trying to get his brain to work this over properly.

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Tagged: Chey~
Note: Get it Cheyyy, get iiiit c;

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

It’s been a really really messed up week;
(Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter)

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The room was dark, and smelled like an old lady's musty perfume, which displeased Chey greatly. She stood there, taking small sips of her liquor as she watched Simon try to figure out what was happening. Even she wasn't sure anymore. Her body was on autopilot and her body was being controlled by the hormones she desperately had tried to smother.

"Yeah, since then" Punching a guy in the nose wasn't a turn on, at least for her it wasn't. She hadn't even thought twice about the dick-head she had fisted until she was stumbling home, and for some odd reason, had the image of Quinn babying Simon with an icepack. An act of love. Cheyenne hadn't put together the pieces until she had seen the couple on the couch. Then it clicked. She wanted Simon.

His next question was completely valid. She hadn't hid the fact that she liked girls, and now she regretted not jumping on the bandwagon and claiming she was 'confused' or 'bisexual'. Either would've been easier to explain.

"Look, I..." She trailed off, trying to collect her thoughts. "I like girls, but I like you,"

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And my girlfriend went and cheated on me;
(She’s a California dime, but it’s time for me to quit her)

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Tagged: Simon c:
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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon was standing there with that same blank look on his face as she began to explain. It didn't become much clearer to him even when she did explain. I like girls, but I like you.

"Okayyy.. So you like chicks....and me." He said, trying to follow this as best he could. Setting his drink down on the nightstand next to the bed in the room, he turned back to her and raised a still curious brow.

"And why exactly do you like me?" He inquired. He'd never asked that question to anyone who'd liked him before. Then again all the people he'd been with were into dudes to begin with. Simon knew he was attractive- hell, he thought of himself as downright fine. But he couldn't ever recall being a lesbian's type. So, perhaps she was bi?

He was a bit relieved, though, really. His nose was at least safe from anymore harm. Simon knew he wasn't interested in ruining anymore of his white v-necks. They were, after all a signature look for him (at least that's what he said).

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Note: Sorry for the lameness that is probably in this post.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

It’s been a really really messed up week;
(Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter)

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Her words didn't seem to clear it up, for either of them. She wasn't sure what to do, or think, so she just watched Simon while trying to work it out herself.

"Yeeeeeah," She stretched her word out, nodding. "Chicks...and you,"

Did he really just ask her why? Did it matter why? No, it didn't. Well, not to her anyway. What /did/ she like about him? His...well there was...It was like trying to explain the color of water, completely and utterly hopeless.

"I dunno, you're like, different than most boys," She said.

Simon was cocky, annoying, rude...and clever, funny, and pretty damn attractive. She never stopped herself from looking at men; she wasn't going to do anything, so why not? And Simon, yeah, he was quite a looker. If you made it past the princely air that clearly said 'I'm better than you, so get the fuck out of my way'.

"And I want...you," She said, slowly.

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(She’s a California dime, but it’s time for me to quit her)

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Tagged: Simon c:
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Notes:(Blahshit.)

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Different than most boys, was what she said. Better than most boys, was what Simon heard. And he agreed with this statement as well. Folding his arms across his chest and cocking his head as she finished talking a smirk began to spread across his face. It was a terrible habit of his, that smirk. People hated it. It was the first sign that you had just boosted the already out-of-control ego of Simon Chapman's.

Never a good idea.

"You want me, huh?" He repeated, smirk still pulling at his lips, showing of those pearly whites that so many people would love to just punch out.

He took a step in towards her, arms still crossed firmly across his
chest,

"Why don't you prove it?"

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Note: Conceited Simon is conceited.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

It’s been a really really messed up week;
(Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter)

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He was smirking, and this would have ordinarily made Cheyenne want to slap him silly, but now? It was just another thing that made her want him more.

What a cocky little son of a bitch,

He wanted her to show him? So she would.

She uncrossed the zealous man's arms and wrapped her own around his neck, leaning in as she did. She pressed her lips up against his softly, positioning her face carefully around his nose.

I'll have to stop punching people if this is what happens, she thought, only for a mere second.

Everything seemed surreal, her vision was slightly blurred, like an after effect of taking acid, and the room seemed to tilt down wards, toward Simon. She knew she was leaning into him, not hard, but she was definitely at an angle. A grin spread onto her face, and stayed there in between the kisses she planted on his perfect lips.

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Tagged: Simon c:
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Notes:(Conceited? That's fine...She's the only girl in the world who liiiiiikkkkeees it.)

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Cheyenne Kingsleigh had not been the "fly honey" Simon had been picturing when planning the night out. He was expecting the type he always got- big boobs, blonde hair, vacant look. It was within his... comfort zone, if you will. Although, he'd had plenty of hook-ups with people who didn't quite fit that type.

He was never too particular, especially after consuming that amount of liquor and weed. Plus, Chey knew what she was doing and she was rather good. Simon could appreciate that.

After a moment of being lost in his own thoughts he snapped back into reality and finally actually started to kiss back. Again, it was easy to tell that Simon was quite sure of how good he was. He moved his arms that had been at his sides awkwardly for a moment up to her hips and pulled her in closer.

Sliding a hand up under her shirt his hand went around to her back, fingers finding the clasp on her bra. Simon sure hoped she'd done this before with a guy, he wasn't in any condition to give any lessons tonight.

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Note: Heh.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

It’s been a really really messed up week;
(Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter)

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Cheyenne was happier than she'd been in a long time.

TThe drugs were working alongside the alcohol swimmingly, and Simon didn't shove her away and reject her. Not that she had been planning on that happening, nor had she ever been rejected. The men she'd been with had come to her, not the other way around, but when it came to women, she was usually the one doing the chasing.

As Simon's hand made it's way up her back, she dropped her own hands down onto his chest, and pushed him gently onto the bed, where she followed, climbing on top. Of all the ways to do this, she knew she preferred to be on top. It left her with less bruises and soreness when she woke up the next morning. Chey hoped Simon didn't mind, but tonight, she was in charge.

Please don't let me regret this...

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And my girlfriend went and cheated on me;

(She’s a California dime, but it’s time for me to quit her)

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Notes:(Sorry it's so short, but...YEAH. o.o)

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